The Era of Game

97 You Have No Choice but to Believe in Me

Although the sword spirit was weak, he seemed to exert all his strength on the hand that clenched Wan Jingtian's wrist. He was trembling with his excitement. Finally, Wan Jingtian's bloody scab wound was caused by the force. It split again, and the blood slowly flowed out. Gradually, Jian Ling's fingers were filled with red liquid. The pale fingertips of the sword spirit began to gradually turn red, the same reaction as the Qingyuan sword when it sucked blood. The blood in Wan Jingtian's wrist clearly continued to flow out, but never a single drop fell out. The blood was grabbing his hand through the sword spirit and gradually sucked into the sword spirit's body.

    However, Wan Jingtian stared at the sword spirit seriously and intently, completely ignoring his bleeding wrist. He watched the sword spirit go from loss to madness, and then slowly calmed down.

    "It's really you." Jian Ling said, "I recognize this blood."

    "Otherwise you think you are such an exclusive field, how did I get in?" Wan Jingtian's face became paler, "I used my blood as a lead, and Chen Qingzhi's powerful formation power opened the door to you. The channel of the world. If I can't establish communication with you, can I get in?"

    Jian Ling vigorously looked at Wan Jingtian's eyes, as if trying to see through and see through him.

    "Ah," Wan Jingtian's complexion worsened, "I said, does my blood really have such a big attraction to you? You just yelled and said, "I want blood," but it doesn't mean this. Right?"

    Wan Jingtian wondered where this Qingyuan Sword was a holy artifact, it was clearly a blood-sucking monster!

    Only then did Jian Ling recover from the collision of various ideas. Wan Jingtian felt like many small bugs crawling around his wrist, and the wound was healing at a perceptible speed.

    "It turns out that you have spiritual roots," Jian Ling said suddenly, "but your spiritual roots were sealed by some powerful force, and now I can't solve them at all."

    "Oh? It seems that you are really good." Wan Jingtian said, "You are the first person to see that my spiritual roots are sealed, Gao Baoshan, Zhong Buwen, and even Chen Qingzhi, each of them only Think of me as a mortal. But how is my spiritual root? Is it great?"

    Jian Ling shook his head.

    Wan Jingtian looked frustrated: "I knew it was like this. But it seems that having spiritual roots is already a very exciting thing. There is only Gaobaoshan on the entire Shirong Mountain."

    "You misunderstood what I meant." Jian Ling explained, "I only feel the barrier in your body that seals the spiritual root, and cannot penetrate that barrier to detect the attributes and strength of the spiritual root behind it. That spiritual root may be possible. It's so weak that even spiritual power can't be released, but it may also be stronger than anyone you have ever seen."

    Is it stronger than anyone I have ever seen? If that's the case, it would be great, you don't need to be a puppet that doesn't smell the clock.

    "Will it be stronger than Jia Luo?" Wan Jingtian asked.

    The sword spirit's expression became severe: "No one is stronger than Galo."

    Wan Jingtian's expression also became serious. "I'm thinking about one thing," he said, "Gallo took you on the battlefield, so he was your master once?"

    The sword spirit nodded heavily.

    "I believe he is a strong warrior, but he lost to a stronger enemy in the end. So he is not the most invincible. Maybe no one is invincible."

    The sword spirit clenched his teeth, and there was hatred in his eyes.

    "You said he sank into eternal darkness, so he died in battle, right?"

    The expression in Jian Ling's eyes became sad again, and he lowered his eyes, unable to answer.

    Wan Jingtian continued: "Also, I guess, the inferno at that time did not actually cause the final devastating blow to you. That icefield, oh, is the occurrence of a large-scale avalanche here now. Is it because of your despair? Because of despair, you were unconscious at that time.——I was wondering before, how could a sword spirit with such a high-level ice attribute freeze to death in the ice field? Until I knew that this ice sheet was your domain, I understood: it wasn't the ice sheet that freezes you, or the avalanche that buried you, but you don't want to wake up, don't you want to live?"

    Jian Ling turned his head and looked at Wan Jingtian again, his muddy eyes trembling slightly.

    "You don't want to face the reality, so you will be unconscious; you want to die, so your domain will collapse-this is the truth, and before I have always reversed the causality." Wan Jingtian She laughed self-deprecatingly, "But Yui didn't have it, she had already understood all this. Not only did she want to save you from the fire, she also wanted to give you the faith to live-so you just said that Yui cheated I feed you blood, not really that your life needs my blood to continue, what she really wants to save is not your life, but your faith."

    Jian Ling dare not answer a word.

    "Use my blood to save your beliefs? When I first thought about this, I felt that it didn't make sense and felt irrelevant. But I suddenly thought of what Chen Zhong and Chen Qingzhi had said before. They can drop the artifacts above. Blood recognizes the Lord."

    When Wan Jingtian said this, he smiled evilly, but sweat was dripping from Jian Ling's forehead.

    "Chen Qingzhi once tried to drip his own blood on the Qingyuan Sword, but before the blood hit the blade, he was repelled and bounced away; while the Qingyuan Sword and you have been receiving my blood. I was anxious and confused at the time, I couldn't understand or understand all of this, but I think I understand now—"

    Wan Jingtian looked at Sword Spirit's eyes severely: "Uncle Sword Spirit, we should have completed some kind of contract, right?"

    The sword spirit became flustered.

    Wan Jingtian pressed forward step by step: "Although you were in a coma at that time, although I don't know if I was in danger, I should have replaced Jia Luo and become your new master!"

    Jian Ling trembled all over, but did not refute. He gradually couldn't look directly at Wan Jingtian's eyes, he lowered his head and fell into thinking.

    For a long time, he said sadly: "I have been waiting for Kaluo, only he can bring me supreme glory."

    "But you know you can't wait for him, so you are desperate to die in the fire prison!" Wan Jingtian pierced the sword spirit's pain without mercy. "He's dead! He failed! He will never come back!" Wan Jingtian glared at the sword spirit, every word was a sharp knife, a knife, and the other party was unable to breathe and could not resist. !

    Wan Jingtian said majesticly: "And I am your new hope! I can also bring you supreme glory! What he can't do, I will do it! Because I am your current master!!!" His words were louder, firmer, and more indisputable than ever!

    "You..." Sword Spirit was shocked by the aura of the youth in front of him, "Can you?"

    Wan Jingtian showed a haughty and stern expression. He suddenly stood up and looked down at the sword spirit sitting against the ice stone from a high angle. He squinted his eyes and sternly said: "Can you ask me if you can This is not the attitude that a weapon should have towards its master! You have no choice but to believe in me unconditionally!! You can't even die!! You bear the will of Kaluo, and you benefit from Yui Your life, your body has my blood-you are not qualified to die like this!"

    There was a wind on the ice sheet, with a sharp whistling, sweeping the entire world. The snow rose, filling the eyes. And Wan Jingtian stood still amidst all this, he stared firmly at Jian Ling's eyes until those eyes began to dodge and shrink, and then became tame.

    Jian Ling laughed again, this time smiling pure and happy, he looked up at Wan Jingtian. "You will become strong, my master." He said, "I will be with you until you stand at the peak where Kaluo failed to rise."