Indeed, in this situation, if any disciple of the Sword Sect came, they would be scared to death. After all, some long swords were inexplicably oozing blood, and the evil red was dripping!

Zhu Minglang did not run away immediately, he let the sword shadow fly by his side.

Close your eyes and use your spiritual knowledge to perceive the real "ghosts" in the abandoned sword forest. Zhu Minglang wanted to know the reason for their restlessness. Could it be that it was because Xuezang abandoned it here and no one cared about it, and he had a surging resentment!

Every abandoned sword here has been with him. Zhu Minglang still recognizes the carvings on some of the swords. If they really turn into swords of resentment, Zhu Minglang believes that he can comfort them...

"Click cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck!!!!"

Finally, the abandoned swords in the forest started to move. They were pulled out of the soil. The swords and swords intertwined in the air. Thousands of abandoned swords seemed to be held by thousands of sword masters, and they had a refreshing showdown here.

"Dingdingdingdingdingdingdingdingdingding!!!!"

The sword touched countless sparks, and even the blade light flashed frequently. Zhu Minglang felt that he could not see those people in an ancient battlefield of sword cultivators. Only their swords were playing the ancient battlefield over and over again and reappearing.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

A thunder in the clear sky cut open from the sky above the Qi Jian Forest. The dazzling paleness forced Zhu Minglang to cover his eyes.

The lightning does not illuminate everything in the dark abandoned sword forest, but is more like swallowing everything with strong light.

If a normal person encounters such a strange scene, he may have fainted and he will not be able to continue to be awake.

But Zhu Minglang still did not leave.

He believed that if these swords had souls, they would never hurt him.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the Forbidden Sword Formation, which had been around for many years. The extremely dark forest suddenly disappeared, and the Forbidden Sword Formation, which was inserted into the ground, disappeared at some point!

In the pine and bamboo forest, there was no other sword. They seemed to have escaped into another void and disappeared in front of them bizarrely.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

Lightning broke through the dark night and lit up the gloomy sword forest. Suddenly a breath of fear came to the face. What caught Zhu Minglang's eyes was a gloomy sword shadow standing in front of him like a mountain!

The sword is rust red and bloody, as if it has been soaked in a blood abyss for countless years. The sword body is full of patterns with this kind of blood!

What really shocked Zhu Minglang was not the emergence of this sword peak without warning, but the evil sword, which gave Zhu Minglang a feeling of staring at him!!

This evil sword is not like a device with a majestic aura, but more like a living creature. It is so close to it that you can even feel its vitality!!

"The demon of weapon??"

Zhu Minglang couldn't believe his eyes.

I once heard from Mr. Dementia that this world is a demon of existence.

The so-called demons are some objects with powerful magic power that absorb the essence of the heaven, earth, sun and moon, transform into monsters, cultivate into demons, and even ascend to saints.

It is probably not appropriate to use demons to describe the evil sword in front of you.

There are too many swords in this abandoned sword forest that have a lifespan of thousands of years, not to mention that this evil sword is obviously the soul gathering of all abandoned swords in the entire abandoned sword forest.

It is a demon!

Maybe even a weapon saint!

It is the Holy Spirit who has been cultivating for ten thousand years!!

"No, no, the aura on its body is not a demon..." Zhu Minglang shook his head again.

This evil sword is very strange and must be described as a creature, Zhu Minglang feels...

At this moment, the evil sword floated, and its body, which stood like a mountain, was slowly shrinking. The closer it was to Zhu Minglang, the more the evil sword showed its original body.

Finally, the evil sword appeared in front of Zhu Minglang.

His figure was exactly the same as a sword, but for some reason, Zhu Minglang felt that the person standing in front of him was clearly a living creature!

Its breath...

dragon!!

Its breath is clearly a dragon!!

Zhu Minglang's heart caused a violent turmoil.

This sword first had a demon cultivator and became a sword spirit...

Then the sword spirit even passed the dragon gate!!

Sword Spirit Dragon!!

Everything in the world can turn into a dragon...

The spirit of the weapon is already an extremely rare existence, and the spirit of the weapon turns into a dragon is even more fantasy.

"Swish~~"

The evil sword spirit dragon approached Zhu Minglang and slowly floated around Zhu Minglang, as if he was carefully identifying it.

It seemed as if I could feel the familiar aura on Zhu Minglang. This rare sword dragon approached Zhu Minglang carefully like a child.

Suddenly, the sword spirit dragon quickly passed by Zhu Minglang's palm, cutting a blood-red wound on Zhu Minglang's palm.

Bright red blood oozed out of the wound, and the blood dripped down quickly. The sword spirit dragon immediately put the tip of the sword like a tongue and sucked Zhu Minglang's blood into the red sword body bit by bit...

With just a few drops of blood, the rust on the sword spirit's body was blown away by the wind like dust. The thick rust was layer upon layer of shackles for the sword spirit. When the sword body was completely bright and red, when the sharp edge of the blade was revealed, the sword spirit completely revived!

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

Another lightning bolt broke through the sky, lighting up the main film, the sword forest.

There was no abandoned sword in the forest, only this sword spirit trembled slightly with blood. Behind it was a wider forest, but it reflected its shadow. The shadow suddenly opened its sword wings and stretched out its sword body, as majestic and shocking as a mountain!!

It turned out that what I just saw was its sword soul shadow.

It has its own soul!

It's a dragon!

The sword spirit condensed by the will of thousands of abandoned swords was then cultivated from the sword spirit into the dragon of sword weapon!

"It was my blood that made you a sword spirit?" Zhu Minglang still couldn't calm down from this shock.

It had just drank its own blood and then melted away the rust on its body.

It is telling itself, it recognizes itself, and where it comes from.

"That sword shadow shuttle, is it the sword mark I once swung down the sky?"

"The intertwined battlefield is the sound of swords that I practice day and night?"

"You are waiting for me here, but you have transformed into a dragon?"

Zhu Minglang looked at the bright red sword and recalled the scenes he had seen before, and his eyes suddenly became wet.

The so-called haunted legend of the abandoned sword forest has lasted for some years in the sword sect.

But these are the real sword spirits in this abandoned sword forest that convey a message to the outside world, waiting for their return every day and night.

"I'm no longer a swordsman."

"You are no longer a sword spirit."

Zhu Minglang wiped the tears that were about to flow out of his eyes with his hands.

Good fortune is so good. If Zhu Minglang returned as a swordsman, the sword spirit dragon could no longer become the sword held by Zhu Minglang because it had turned into a dragon.

But Zhu Minglang no longer had the power of the divine mortal and could no longer wield his true sword intent, and he became the Dragon Shepherd...

A little bit of soul bonding fell into Zhu Minglang's mind like raindrops falling into the lake. From the initial ripples to the rainy silhouettes all over the lake, Zhu Minglang could even sense some of the mood of the sword spirit dragon!

It's the blood just now.

Let yourself have soul bondage with it.

When it recognizes itself, it is almost crying with joy like it.

Because I am the Dragon Shepherd.

It is the sword spirit dragon.

Almost missed it.

But I will never miss it!

Zhu Minglang slowly stretched out his hand. He thought he would never touch the sword again in his life, but he would never have thought that this was the way to hold a sword.

The arms are trembling, the fingers are trembling, and the palms and backs of the hands are like this, but Zhu Minglang still held the sword spirit that was intertwined with his destiny and reunited!

After holding tightly, Zhu Minglang opened his fourth spiritual contract and had the previous blood bond. Even though the cultivation of the sword spirit dragon was higher than Zhu Minglang's Dragon Shepherd's Dragon Master's realm, he still slowly established soul-involvement, and slowly the heart, god, and soul coexist!

The sword spirit dragon has a tail.

Like a long sword trousers, as Zhu Minglang's soul communicates with it, the sword spirit dragon's tail grew along Zhu Minglang's arms like a vine.

Growth continued. Zhu Minglang lowered his head and found that his arm had inscriptions after lines appeared one after another. The luminous inscriptions densely covered his entire arm, as if he had imprinted some ancient power into his bloodline...

Zhu Minglang suddenly felt his blood surging, boiling, and gradually burning like flames.

It was like being in a furnace, and the furnace gushed out endless power, making him feel that as long as he waved the sword in his hand, he could cut through the world and everything!

"Sizi sizi ~~~~~~~~~"

The inscription patterns became brighter and brighter, and they were simply a metal that had been tempered. Just as the sword spirit inscription patterns were about to climb onto Zhu Minglang's arms and chest, the sword spirit dragon seemed to notice something, and hurriedly swung the sword body and pulled his body out of Zhu Minglang's arm!

With this pull, the inscription on Zhu Minglang's arm immediately faded away, and Zhu Minglang, who was steaming all over his body, seemed to walk out of the stove, sweating profusely and his skin was red.

"For the time being, only this arm can withstand the power of these thousands of inscription sword souls."

"It seems that even if my blood makes you a sword spirit, we need more coordination."

Zhu Minglang took a few breaths and said to the sword spirit dragon.

The sword spirit dragon's bright red and straight sword body was suspended beside Zhu Minglang, and its sword-like tail was swinging lightly.

Run-in is just a matter of time. It is already very happy to be able to wait until the person who transforms himself into a sword spirit.

Moreover, if you sign a spiritual contract with Zhu Minglang, it can leave the Qi Jian Forest and see the sharpness again.

It is the incarnation spirit of all abandoned swords. If the sword has a soul, it must be unwilling to rust in this forest, eroded by time, and rot bit by bit.

"Swish~~"

"Swish~~~~~"

The sword spirit dragon kept flying around Zhu Minglang. Even if it had no wings, it looked like a small metal slender flying dragon.

However, its speed is too fast, and it is probably no different from teleportation in the eyes of others.

"I remember the sword that I had been with me for the longest time was named Moye."

"Sword Spirit Dragon... just call you Mo Xie."

The sword spirit dragon stopped and hung in front of Zhu Minglang. Its bright red sword body reflected Zhu Minglang's face.

"call out!"

It disappeared instantly.

Fly into Zhu Minglang's spiritual realm.
Chapter completed!