Chapter 203 The Weeping Sword Spirit (2)

Memories seem to stop here, there is no change, white snow, red fire, craftsmen and white iron, splashing sparks, bowls of blood are poured down, and the clanging sound will never end.

The hairpin star can't get out of here.

She tried to stop her memories, but no matter how she went, she returned to this lonely little courtyard. So she could only sit down and watch the craftsman continue to feed this divine sword, whether it was a blessing or a curse, just like the worry-free situation back then.

Unlike those warm-colored memories, these repeated days passed quickly, and it seemed that in the blink of an eye, the last bowl of blood had been poured.

The flames grew wildly in the snow, and it seemed that something was about to break out of the ground. The little man, who was almost a dry skeleton, stood in front of the fire, looking at the fire with warm and crazy eyes.

"It's almost a success," he murmured, "I haven't picked a name for you yet."

"Young girl Yana is shy, she has no worries in her years." He looked at the fire tenderly: "Your name is Wuyou."

After saying this, he began to slowly take off his coat, revealing his lonely body.

Hairpin Xing understood that he was going to sacrifice his soul to make himself the "Sword Spirit".

Chaisang jumped into the fire without hesitation.

In an instant, the fire soared into the sky. Depressed screams came from the fire, accompanied by the smell of burning flesh.

The hairpin star couldn't bear to look any longer.

Making deals with the devil is never easy. Sacrificing one's own soul is a more painful process than death. It is to strip a person's soul from the body bit by bit, and repeatedly temper it, and this pain is not just a moment, as long as his soul does not get rid of this sword, it will be Repeat this torment day by day.

Those wailing, screaming, whimpering, and cries were slowly lowered, and they were completely smelted by the fire, together with laughter and cherishing, tears and memories.

The last flame was extinguished, and countless brilliance lingered in the burnt ashes. It was a silver-white sword. The body of the sword was extremely beautiful, and the blade was as warm as a pearl. flower.

He was reborn in this sword.

Before his death, Chai Sang told his neighbors to come and take the sword. When the time came, the neighbors knocked on the small courtyard, which had been cold and silent for a long time, and found that there was no one in the courtyard, only a beautiful long sword fell into the burning fire. He bent down and picked up the sword, then, as if bewitched, put the sword in a box and sent it to the General's Mansion.

What happened next is easy to guess.

The general of the General's Mansion likes to collect all kinds of weapons. Hearing that someone offered the Divine Sword, he gladly accepted it, but as soon as the Divine Sword started, his mind was bewitched.

The general took this sword and killed everyone in the mansion.

This is an evil sword. From the moment Chai Sang decided to sacrifice his soul, he knew that the sword spirit raised in this way was bound to be very dangerous. Even if he started because he wanted to take revenge for his daughter, even if he became a "Sword Spirit" himself, once something started, it couldn't end.

This sword has since passed through the hands of many people, sometimes it is a poor scholar with no money, sometimes it is a rich young master with rich clothes and good food, sometimes it is a farmer, sometimes it is a powerful person.

When they got this sword, they also got unparalleled power, but at the same time, they lost their minds and became devils who kill for pleasure. The Yuezhi Kingdom was in turmoil because of this sword, and even the most famous warlock could not conquer the sword. In the end, the people left the country one after another, and the city declined. The lord took the sword into the mausoleum himself before his death, and sealed Wuyou Jianchen in the world to avoid another disaster.

It was not until a group of monks who had received news of the Divine Sword by chance, thinking of conquering the Sword Spirit and coming here, that this worry-free sword, which had been silent for many years, came back into the world.

The gray fog had dissipated at some point.

The silver-white sword stood in front of the hairpin, and the blade trembled slightly, as if crying.

She could feel the sadness from Wuyou Sword, the kind of heavy sadness that seemed to quickly invade every corner of people's hearts, making people feel sad.

The hairpin was silent.

She originally thought that this long sword that looked warm and beautiful was called Wuyou, maybe it was made by Chai Sang's daughter, but she didn't expect the truth to be more regrettable than imagined. The sword spirit in this sword, It was Chaisang himself.

He sacrificed his soul, but could not control the sword. The evil sword will not only devour the sword holder's mind, but also slowly and completely absorb him, along with all his memories. Until then, he and Wuyoujian merge into one, and will truly become a murderous monster.

Neither Gu Baiying nor Meng Ying could conquer this sword. It was because, in addition to being suppressed by the sword spirit, the sword itself was an evil sword that Chai Sang poured out of blood and cast with sorcery. There is no such forbidden technique in the world of immortality, and Hairpin Xing guessed that the tablet that recorded the map might be owned by the devil world. The evil power contained in this sword is endless, and once the immortal cultivator absorbs it, his mind will be gradually devoured. But Xiao Yuanzhu is a treasure in the devil world, it is not affected, and it can actively absorb the power that disturbs people's minds.

That's why Wuyoujian wakes up for a short time, so it will take the initiative to let the hairpin star see his memories.

"I saw those memories," Hairpin Xing looked at it and said softly, "What do you want me to do?"

Xiao Yuanzhu suppressed the evil spirit surging in the sword, so she could stop and talk to the sword spirit.

Wuyoujian, no, it should be said that Chai Sang quietly looked at the hairpin star, and suddenly, there was a screeching sound from the sword.

Hairpin Xing's eyes moved slightly: "You want to be free."

How can mortals afford the price of making a deal with the devil. He avenged his daughter, but the curse was not over yet. The swordsmith and the sword have always been together. Over the years, as a sword spirit, he has bewitched countless people to kill, and his hands have already been covered with blood. He was completely reduced to a tool.

Doesn't he want to be freed?

Every day suffers from the torment of the scorching fire, and the soul cannot be reborn. The more people die in the Wuyou sword, the more evil the sword will be. It reminded Jian Ling of his past, maybe it won't be long before he even forgets Wuyou.

The body of the sword trembled, and from the tip of the sword, large drops of clear liquid flowed out, and it was weeping.

The hairpin star sighed in his heart.

This sword originated from the protection and love of Chai Sang, who is his father, for his daughter. He suffered from his incompetence, hated the arrogance of his enemies, and finally took the risk and sacrificed his soul to get an evil sword. He took revenge and killed many innocent people. No one else can know if he has any regrets.

Hairpin Xing couldn't blame him, because if it was herself, she might not have made the same choice as Chai Sang. Sometimes it's not that people go to a dead end, but because there is no way ahead.

"I can obliterate the existence of the sword spirit." Hairpin stared at him: "You really, have you decided?"

Gu Baiying's Yuan Li will be absorbed by Wuyoujian and become a part of the evil, but the Yuan Li from Xiao Yuanzhu will not. Hairpin Xing guessed that it might be because of demonic energy. She was able to kill the sword spirit, and in this way, the Wuyou Sword became an ordinary high-quality spirit weapon.

However, Chaisang will also disappear in this world.

Wuyoujian stood in front of the hairpin star and nodded lightly.

Hairpin said: "Okay."

She didn't say anything more, and Xiao Yuanzhu, who moved her heart with both hands, turned her Yuan force to wrap the silver-white sword. In an instant, Wuyoujian struggled frantically as if he felt something. It seemed that besides Chai Sang, there was another force. It realized the danger and wanted to struggle away, but couldn't move under the suppression of Xiao Yuanzhu.

Hairpin Xing felt that there was a strength in her own confrontation, as if something was drilling into her mind, it seemed to contain the emotions of many different people, and unfamiliar faces passed through her mind, she knew that this was Those who died under the sword of Wuyou. Wuyoujian is trying to counterattack, trying to disturb her mind. Several times, Hairpin Xing felt that she was about to lose her hold, and her body could not support such a long consumption.

But she promised Chai Sang what she wanted to do.

Xiao Yuanzhu has been running violently all the time, wiping away some kind of power in the divine sword tough and domineering. After an unknown amount of time, the struggling sword gradually began to calm down.

The sound of "ding ding ding dong" sounded.

In the snow-covered yard, a small craftsman was putting iron blocks into the stove. Perhaps the New Year was approaching, and red lanterns were hung under the eaves. The little girl in the cotton-padded jacket flew into the yard like a butterfly, and complained in a clear voice: "Dad, the little tiger next door said that there will be big bears coming down the mountain to eat people at night recently!"

"There's a big bear." The craftsman wiped the sweat from his forehead and wiped a small piece of coal ash from his daughter's face with a smile: "Don't be afraid, Dad is a swordsmith, Dad will protect you."

The little girl rolled her eyes helplessly: "Dad, you're here again, you're a swordsmith and you don't know martial arts, how can you protect me!"

"Why can't you protect it? When Dad makes a sword with a sword spirit for you, you can protect our little master."

"Liar, there is no sword spirit in the world!"

"There is no sword spirit in the world, but there is Daddy! You wait, one day, Daddy will give you an unparalleled divine sword!"

The laughter in the yard gradually faded away, only the rustling snow was silent, and the clean snow covered the ground layer by layer, extinguished the stove, and buried the courtyard without a trace.

At the body of the Wuyou Sword, countless bright lights radiated from it. They spread out in the air, and flew into the distance, condensed into the appearance of a small frost flower, fell to the ground, fell to pieces, and became Innumerable crystals, returned to silence.

"Bang" sound.

The silver-white sword fell to the ground, it was gentle and cold, and it was sinister and evil no longer.

The sword spirit disappeared.

It became an ordinary Excalibur.