The Era of Game

95 The Realm of the Green Fate Sword

"How about it, do you still dare?" Chen Qingzhi stared straight into Wan Jingtian's eyes, "It may really be dead."

    Wan Jingtian shrugged, pretending to be indifferent: "If this is the only way right now, then swapping a "may die" for another "inevitable death", isn't it very cost-effective?" He grinned with his teeth. And I believe that my luck will not be so bad."

    "Okay." Chen Qingzhi said, "I am only in charge of the formation, and I will leave the rest to you."

    Wan Jingtian pulled out the Qingyuan sword and asked, "Then what should I do now?"

    "Wake it up and communicate with it." Chen Qingzhi said, "It uses your blood to maintain its last life, so it will definitely react to your blood. The polar ice sheet you've been to before should be this sword spirit In his realm, I set up an array, just open a door to enter there. Remember, in his realm, he is the god who rules everything."

    Wan Jingtian felt unbelievable: "A sword can have its own domain? And it is very vast!"

    Wan Jingtian's unexpected tone made Chen Qingyi stunned: "Sometimes I think you are really weird. You clearly have no spiritual roots, but you can break my formation; I got the green fate that the world covets but can't get. Sword, but you don't know it is a holy artifact?"

    "Holy artifact? What is that?"

    Chen Qingzhi laughed: "It seems that you still don't know that the artifacts in this world can be divided into seven categories, namely, ordinary artifacts, spirit artifacts, treasure artifacts, magic artifacts, fairy artifacts, divine artifacts, and sacred artifacts. The higher the level, the higher the level. Above the spirit energy, there are spiritual power attributes, above the immortal weapon, there is the weapon spirit, and above the divine weapon there is the domain. Your Qingyuan sword is one of the four major weapons, and all of the four weapons are holy weapons."

    Wan Jingtian was stunned: "So this sword is so powerful!"

    Chen Qingzhi attacked: "Otherwise, do you really think that every weapon can have its own domain? But these are of no use. Because it is in its current state, it is difficult for the mud bodhisattva to cross the river to protect itself, and it can live by itself. It's already difficult to go down. Didn't you say that you have been to its realm and saw its realm collapsing with your own eyes? And that instrument spirit is sleeping on the boundary between life and death.”

    "What happens if it dies?" Wan Jingtian suddenly felt nervous.

    "Dead? It's just a mortal weapon with a good material." Chen Qingzhi said, "but you are a mortal, even if you have a weapon higher than aura, it is difficult to display its true strength. You can directly use a mortal weapon. It's not bad."

    Wan Jingtian was very embarrassed by Chen Qingzhi's words. He wanted to say loudly, "I'm just Linggen blocked," but he still resisted it. He didn't need to expose his unsure of strength and weakness when he could not use it.

    "We don't have much time," Chen Qingzhi interrupted his thoughts. "If you want to know more, just wait for you to come out alive and talk about it. Let's start now."

    With that said, Chen Qingzhi took out many strange formations and turtle shells, placed them in a specific position, then took out his white long sword, and began to write and draw in the air. The appearance of his white clothes fluttering up and down, he looked pretty, not the weak posture he had always been.

    Following Chen Qingzhi's sword shadow, the world began to become abstract. When the time was right, Chen Qingzhi nodded to Wan Jingtian at the right time. Wan Jingtian knew it, and cut his wrist with the Qingyuan sword, allowing the blood on the wrist to continuously flow into the sword.

    This sword is said to be a sacred weapon, but I have to say that it is really evil. It has absorbed all the blood and did not drip on the ground. It seems to be a container that is always filled with dissatisfaction. With the loss of blood, Wan Jingtian's face became whiter and whiter, but the sword became redder and brighter.

    Chen Qingzhi, who maintained the formation on the side, said worriedly: "If you can't hold it, just give up! If you faint, you won't be able to do anything even if you enter its field."

    Wan Jingtian made a difficult voice in the growing whirlwind in the formation: "I can do it, go ahead!"

    Chen Qingzhi didn't say anything, and continued to change and arrange the turtle shells and formations while dancing his sword.

    Finally, before Wan Jingtian fainted, there was a moment when the red light of the Qingyuan Sword blazed brightly, shining the entire cave red. Chen Qingzhi's eyes suddenly gathered, bitterly and powerfully, and then he held the sword straight into the eye from top to bottom. A cluster of white light emanated from the eyes, suddenly rose and swelled, covering the entire cave in reverse, suppressing each other with the previous red light, making the light in the cave alternate between red and white.

    Wan Jingtian's vision became blurred in those flashes of light. At a certain moment, when the scenery shook, he entered the ice field where the avalanche was before! This is the realm of Qingyuan Sword!

    "You must come out alive." Chen Qingzhi said silently, looking at the place where Wan Jingtian disappeared.

    Then, he sat cross-legged in the position of the formation eyes, closed his eyes, and began to maintain the operation of the formation formation with spiritual power.

    Wan Jingtian, who entered the ice field again, still felt incredible. He looked around and exclaimed: "I didn't expect to be here again! It turns out that everything here is not an illusion!"

    He sneezed several times in succession: "Hey, it's quite cold. I really don't know how to eat, but this time I came in in such a thin dress."

    He lost too much blood, still dizzy outside, but after entering, he felt much better.

    The vast ice field, quiet and vast, lifeless. As a matter of urgency, he has to find the uncle first.

    The ice field is huge, but it is not a terrain that can be seen at a glance. For example, there will be undulating terrain, nearby ice and rocks, and distant mountains. But even though the terrain is complex and the ice field is vast, he still did not spend too much effort to find the uncle at the time.

    The uncle was sitting next to the ice stone not far away, still unconscious, his stubble face looked very decadent, and his pale face proved that he was jealous and weak.

    But Wan Jingtian had to disturb him. Wanjing Angel shook him vigorously. While shaking, he shouted: "Uncle, wake up! This time you can't sleep in the whole room anymore! You must wake up! You have to help me!"

    Perhaps it was because of Chen Qingzhi's continuous transmission of spiritual power outside. After shaking for a while, the uncle actually slowly opened his eyes. Wan Jingtian saw his eyes for the first time. His eyes were like deep stars, with silver brilliance hidden in the dark blue.

    The uncle saw that Wan Jingtian was a little surprised. While looking at him, he asked weakly in a hoarse voice: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

    Wan Jingtian straightened him up a bit so that he could sit more comfortably against the ice stone. "My name is Wan Jingtian. You suffered in Hell before. When you were about to die, I used my blood to save your life. Do you remember?"