The Era of Game

98 Bend to him

The wind and snow gradually stopped, and the whole world returned to tranquility.

    Sword Spirit smiled ashamedly: "Although I say that, but with me now, I really can't do much for you."

    Wan Jingtian shook his head: "Then you are underestimating your strength. To me, even the current you are quite powerful! The Qingyuan sword, cuts iron like mud, does not stain the blood, and has countless kills. Even if he can't use any spiritual power, he will never fall into the ranks of ordinary artifacts. And your domain, such a big ice field! On the other hand, I, the master, only have a small cottage— What you do is still a nameless village master." Wan Jingtian comforted, "You have been eroded by the power of Xiangke for too long, and you have not been destroyed. Now you no longer have to suffer in the inferno, I A solution will surely be found so that you can regain your former strength as soon as possible! And during this period of time, I also worked hard to become a stronger person than Galo."

    "But now, I need you to do one thing for me first." Wan Jingtian said.

    Jian Ling showed a serious expression: "You are my master, I will do my best to do what you command."

    Wan Jingtian nodded in satisfaction, he felt that he had chosen the right way.

    This is a weapon with a heart higher than the sky. It was once respected by thousands of people from the altar, but because of the final fall of the previous owner, it was sealed into the hell. After 900 years of calamity, it lost its former style, but There is no loss of integrity and pursuit. Although Wan Jingtian accepted this fateful weapon by chance, he knew that he wanted this weapon to play its best role, not only to help it recover its capabilities, but also to make himself a companion. Worthy of using his hero.

    Coincidentally, this was the same as his motivation when he stood on Shi Rongshan to accept their gratitude after saving everyone in Shuitian Village. Although he does not yet know the rules of this world, he is determined to explore all the secrets of this world step by step.

    So Bing is not to cater, he really likes this weapon. He looked at the weak sword spirit uncle in front of him, and he could already imagine his spirited and imposing appearance.

    One day, he will let this sword show its glory again!

    But the most important thing for him now is to save Song Xiaochuan. If he couldn't save even a person who gave his life for himself, he wouldn't talk about his responsibility to Uncle Sword Spirit.

    Wan Jingtian said: "The person I mentioned to you just now, Song Xiaochuan, is the guy Yui used to create the spiritual root with the spiritual power of the polar ice. Now his spiritual root is damaged and is at stake. I need Borrow your domain and let him heal his wounds here. It's just that I don't know if you can do it—this ice sheet is supported by you after all, and what you are now..."

    "Is it the spiritual root created by Yui's spiritual power? Of course I want to save it! What's more, this is your first order to me." Sword Spirit said solemnly.

    Since Sword Spirit woke up, he has been weakly leaning against the ice stone, so Wan Jingtian asked worriedly: "But is it really okay? Don't you even have the strength to stand up now?"

    Sword Spirit comforted: "Don't worry, although I am weak now, this icefield domain was created when I was strong, and its own power is maintaining its operation. As long as I don't die, this world will not be destroyed. So this friend of yours should be safe here. Besides, he has the physique of polar ice, and this area of mine is the best place for him to heal his injuries."

    "What about you? How is your condition?" Wan Jingtian is of course very concerned about the condition of Qingyuan Sword, after all, he is now his precious weapon!

    The sword spirit is weak, but still confidently said: "I have survived the most difficult period, and my life is worry-free. It is just that the restoration of my spiritual roots and spiritual power should still take a long process. So. If you want to send that person in to heal your wounds, I am afraid that you will have to trouble the formation wizard outside to open the formation door to here. I'm afraid I can't do it."

    Wan Jingtian calculated it silently and said, "After all, we have almost reached the agreed time."

    Sure enough, it didn't take long for a group of white chaos to appear not far in front of them. It revolved in the air, from the size of a basketball to the size of the door. Then, the chaos gradually became clear, and Shi Rongshan was seen from the inside. The scene in the cave-Chen Qingzhi is standing opposite with a sword, the wind is blowing in the cave, and his white robe is violently blown.

    In the spirit wind, Chen Qingzhi shouted: "Wan Jingtian, are you okay?"

    Wan Jingtian smiled: "It can't be better!"

    This time, he accepted the Qingyuan Sword, could it be OK? It's not just a contract for acknowledging the Lord with a drop of blood, but a unified surrender! Although the sword is weak, but if he gets the treasure, no, it is the treasure!

    Wan Jingtian crossed the array gate, carried Song Xiaochuan in, and placed it next to Jian Ling.

    "Then Song Xiaochuan will take care of you." Wan Jingtian said to Jian Ling.

    Sword Ling was guilty on his face: "Actually, I can't do anything like this. This area can only protect him from death; as for when he can wake up, it depends on his good fortune." Sword Ling was tired. It looked like, after a few breaths, he said apologetically, "I'm tired after talking for so long. I think I have to rest for a while."

    As he said, his eyes were closed weakly.

    "Then you have a good rest." Wan Jingtian patted Jian Ling on the shoulder, and then walked back to the cave again.

    Chen Qingzhi retired in a cool manner, and all the restlessness of air currents and spiritual power returned to calm. After the hustle and bustle was over, Chen Qingzhi buckled the sword into the scabbard and looked up and down Wan Jingtian again, and then asked: "Have you taken that sword?"

    That tone is not surprising.

    Wan Jingtian smiled when he heard the words. He took down the bronze epee commonly used by people on Shi Rong Mountain, inserted the Qingyuan sword into the back sword sleeve, and answered Chen Qingzhi's question with actions.

    "Actually, you had already arrived, right?" Wan Jingtian asked.

    "Probably so, but I took some risks." Chen Qingzhi shook his hand, and both the formation stone and the turtle shell were in his pocket. He continued: "When you had a blood bond with Qingyuan Sword, you never got a sword spirit. Recognition. So I guess that there are only two results from your trip-either you really subdued the Qingyuan Sword, or you died on that ice sheet."

    "Dead in the ice field?" Wan Jingtian was surprised.

    "This kind of thing is like you did a beast thing when the girl was in a coma. When the girl woke up, the body was yours, but she might not be able to kill you. Especially the girl. ——Well, that sword is still a guy who is used to killing people. Oh, don't you think that the ice field is really just as simple as a world? Once you enter someone else's domain, if he wants to kill You just waved your hand."

    When Chen Qingzhi spoke calmly, he was like a gentleman. Wan Jingtian couldn't think of this nasty example from such a Chen Qingzhi's mouth nonchalantly, and even more unexpectedly, it turned out that he was still hiding such a danger during this trip, and he couldn't help but sweat for himself.

    He suddenly thought of something and asked, "You thought I might die in it a long time ago? Then I came out alive, are you sorry?"

    Chen Qingzhi glanced at him with an arrogant expression: "If I want to kill you, I just waved my hand."