Chapter 1791 (1/2)

Qingshanyuan, a small courtyard.

Song Yan sat under a green tree with a simple black sword in his hand.

The sword is very sharp and can easily pierce Xuanxian's body. However, the sword spirit in the sword falls into a deep sleep. If he does not wake up the sword spirit in the sword, he may not even be able to activate half the power of this ancestral immortal tool.

However, if you want to awaken the spirit of the sword, you must first refine the sword.

Heart read a move, song inkstone began to inject Xianyuan force into the sword.

But after a while, he took back Xianyuan power, because he felt that the refining of this ancient yuan sword was too slow. Even if he used Xianyuan power to refine day and night, it would take hundreds of years.

Even if you enter the temple and open it thousands of times, it will take months.

Months may not be long, but song Yan did not have that patience, so the power of the rules in his hands poured out and began to pour into the sword.

”Bang!”

But as soon as the power of law was injected, it was bounced back by the ancient yuan sword.

”What's the matter? Is the power of the law not in accordance? ”

So song Yan changed the rules of other attributes, but they were all bounced back by Yuan ancient sword.

”Oh! Do you have a personality? I'm going to waste it with you today! ”

When his mind moved, song Yan mobilized chaos spirit to inject into the sword. This time, it was extremely smooth and extremely smooth. Only half a quarter of an hour later, he tempered the sword with chaos spirit. For a while, he felt a little more in touch with the sword and a little more in hand.

Moreover, the sword also absorbed some of his chaotic aura, resulting in some special changes. The body of the sword, which is not brilliant at all, looks more simple, just like a rotten iron sword.

At the same time, song Yan also found the Jianling space in the sword.

All of a sudden, a sharp sword light, like lightning, chopped at Song Yan's idea.

”Eh!”

Song Yan had some accidents. Didn't he say that the sword spirit of the sword was sleeping? How could he attack him?

With doubts in his heart, song Yan moved to the sword spirit space, and then cut out a sword.

”Bang!”

Two sword lights collide in the void. The sword light cut by song Yan easily defeats the sword light attacking him. With a childish ”ouch” sound, a small thing is hit and flies.

Body shape a flash, probe hand to grab out, a flesh whirring little girl fell into song inkstone hand.

”Let go of me! Let go of me! ”

The little girl struggled in his hands, but she could not escape no matter how she struggled.

”Are you the sword spirit? Why so weak? ”

Song Yan looked at the little girl strangely, just like she was two or three years old. As for the strength, it's at most equivalent to the later stage of human immortality. It's impossible to be the later stage of human immortality even if the spirit of a ancestral immortal is weak.

”Villain, let me go, or I will cry for you!”

The little girl threatened.

”Pa!”

Song Yan played her a brain crack in a funny way and smiled: ”then try crying. How can you be a sword spirit so weak? If you dare to cry, I will kill you and make a sword spirit again!”

The little girl's sword spirit showed the color of fear: ”no! Don't kill people! People are only born. They will become strong after a while! ”

”Just born?”

Song Yan's expression is more strange, pretending to be cruel: ”answer my words honestly, I will let you go, otherwise, I will kill you!”

”Wuwuwu, you bully the doll, you are a bad guy, a bad guy!”

”Don't cry! If you look again, you will be destroyed! ”

Song Yan threatened, as for whether there would be suspicion of bullying children, can Jianling be a man?

The little girl did not dare to cry again. She looked at Song Yan pitifully.