Chapter 33 How to Kill a Whale with the Heavenly Sword "Practicing swordplay? There's no point in practicing swordplay now!" Monk Nengren heard "refining swords" as "practicing swords" and his face turned black. With a powerful enemy at the door and his own people almost being burned to death, the young Taoist said, "Don't be anxious, wait for me to practice my sword skills." "When you have mastered it, it will be 80% cooked!" "Damn it, Master Buddha really didn't check the almanac before going out today, and he only met idiots!" Facing Neng Ren's complaints, Zhang Jiuyang remained calm. He bit his fingertips and began to draw the Seven Star Treasure Scroll with his own blood. Mysterious runes were painted on the blade of the Taiyue Sword, like flying dragons and dancing phoenixes, completed in one go, with a mysterious Taoist charm, and the image of the Big Dipper could be vaguely seen. After a few breaths, these runes disappeared into the sword body. Zheng! A loud sword sounded, like a dragon flying in the blue sky, like a phoenix singing, with an indescribable spirituality, as if it was leaping for joy. The precious talisman commands the spirit!
Neng Ren was stunned for a moment, finding it somewhat unbelievable. In order to endow an object with spirituality, it usually needs to be consecrated, which involves a series of complicated procedures. Moreover, the final effect is closely related to the cultivation level of the person who presides over the ceremony. Normally speaking, only a cultivator at the fourth level could perform the consecration ceremony, but this person only needed to draw a talisman with blood and in the blink of an eye he could animate the ancient sword. And listening to the sound of the sword, it is really full of spirituality and sounds extraordinary. But he...is only at the first level of cultivation. The first step was accomplished, and a ripple appeared in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes. The next step was the most dangerous one, using the pure yang fire to refine the essence of the sword. His last attempt had failed here. But this time, he had confidence in the Taiyue Sword. "The Southern Emperor's Fire Essence, the Western Emperor's Golden Liquid, the Blazing Kun Steel, forge my magic sword!" As he stepped on the Gangbu and chanted the incantation, a vast yang energy descended from the south of heaven and earth and transformed into pure yang fire to burn the sword. This flame is extremely strong and yang, it is the essence of the south's Bing and Ding, and contains the power of the sun, making the magic sword in Zhang Jiuyang's hand almost a dazzling gold. Neng Ren's eyes were filled with shock, and he subconsciously moved away from him, fearing that his golden Buddha would be melted. Groan! The Taiyue Sword let out a painful wail and the sword body trembled violently. If it weren't for Zhang Jiuyang's extraordinary arm strength, an ordinary person would probably not be able to hold it. You must hold on! Zhang Jiuyang looked at the Taiyue Sword in the flames with anticipation in his eyes. After an unknown amount of time, the golden Buddha in Nengren's hand had turned red, and golden liquid was constantly spilling onto the ground like lamp oil. His hands were also burned red, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted. "Done yet?" "Buddha, I can't hold on any longer!" As soon as he finished speaking, the Taiyue Sword in Zhang Jiuyang's hand slowly stopped shaking, and the sound of the sword became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely. The flames dissipated, leaving behind a black sword embryo.
The bright and clear sword blade disappeared, replaced by an ugly black sword blade that also emitted a strong burnt smell. A famous sword from ancient times that could cut gold and jade seemed to have become completely useless. "Is this...a failure?" Monk Nengren looked ashen, and he knew that this guy was unreliable... and many more! He saw that Zhang Jiuyang not only did not show a disappointed expression, but instead had a hint of a smile on his face. "Om, Ba, Li, La..." Zhang Jiuyang was seen reciting obscure spells, holding a sword in one hand and using the other hand to make a sword finger, slowly brushing across the charred sword. The third step is to use the magic spell to open the sword! The next moment, the black sword embryo that Zhang Jiuyang had brushed against began to crack inch by inch, and dazzling sword lights bloomed from the cracks. It was like a divine sword that had been covered in dust for thousands of years, the dust was gently wiped off, and it once again shone with dazzling brilliance. Have you not seen the smoke and flames flying from the Kunwu Iron Smelter, and the bright red light and purple air? The Taiyue Sword seemed to be reborn from the ashes, like a phoenix rising from the ashes. The sword body was as red as jade, and faintly visible were the patterns of the Seven Stars and the Big Dipper across the sky. There were also mysterious Taoist runes glowing, which vaguely resembled the word Zhong Kui. The magic sword was born with a strong aura. The invisible sword energy made Zhang Jiuyang's Taoist robe dance wildly and his hair fly. Even the raging sea of fire around was suppressed by the sword energy and dared not move forward another step. At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang looked at the Taiyue Sword, or the Devil-Slaying Sword, with great excitement. Finally, he had his own magic sword. A lofty ambition rose in his heart. How I wish I could get the sword of heaven so I could cross the sea and kill the whale! From now on, he will work side by side with this sword to slay ghosts, demons and evil spirits! Click! The sound of mirrors breaking could be heard all around. Under the mighty sword energy that was like a long river, the ghost's illusion finally collapsed and the sea of fire disappeared. Roar! The terrifying ghost with thirty heads roared, and thirty pairs of blood-red eyes stared at Zhang Jiuyang, or rather, the terrifying magic sword in his hand. Finally, driven by fear, the ghost turned around and tried to escape. But Zhang Jiuyang would not let them go. As the magic sword was just completed, he had to sacrifice ghosts to the sword. If he did not kill the enemies, wouldn't it tarnish the reputation of the ghost-slaying sword? He formed a sword gesture with his hands, mobilized the little remaining mana in his body, and said, "Kill!" Groan! The Ghost-Slaying Sword turned into a red light and flew towards the ghost, as fast as a rainbow and as powerful as thunder. The ghost sensed a huge danger, and flames spewed out of its thirty heads at the same time, forming a blazing fire curtain to block the sword light. However, how could a magic sword that has been tempered by pure yang fire be afraid of the fire of ghosts and gods? But I saw a red light flying like a meteor, the sword energy tore through the fire curtain, and the Big Dipper pattern on the sword was shining brightly, dazzling. "Do not--" There was fear in the ghost's eyes, and it was ready to flee. However, the sword was too fast. With a flash of red light, it cut the ghost's body, which was more than ten feet tall, in half. The cut was as smooth as a mirror and as red as charcoal, as if it had been burned by flames. Another flash of sword light appeared, and the heads of evil spirits flew up and rolled onto the cold ground.
The Yin energy was like a deflated ball, and the ghost's body quickly became shriveled and short. "Damn Taoist priest, let's die together, and don't even think about saving him!" An evil ghost quietly split out at some point and ran to Mr. Zhou. Without any hesitation, he grabbed the piece of mirror fragment and stabbed it into Mr. Zhou's neck. At the critical moment, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes narrowed slightly and his sword pointed forward. Whoosh! The ghost hand holding the mirror fragment was instantly cut off by the sword light and dissipated into negative energy. Before the ghost could even scream, there was another flash of sword light, and its body was nailed to the wall. How could its weak ghost body withstand the sharpness of the ghost-slaying sword? It turned to ashes in the blink of an eye. Finally, the magical sword that displayed its divine power turned into a red light and nailed in front of Zhang Jiuyang. The red sword penetrated three inches into the ground, and the hilt trembled slightly, making a dragon-like roar, as if it was excited about slaying the devil. Those evil spirits that were killed turned into Yin Qi and poured into the Ghost-Slaying Sword, to be devoured and digested by it. The Big Dipper pattern on the sword seemed to become brighter as well. Zhang Jiuyang's mind moved. It turned out that the Ghost-Slaying Sword could absorb Yin energy and become stronger after killing ghosts. "Sword, Sword Immortal..." Butler Zhou stared at the scene blankly, his mouth almost unable to close. Monk Nengren also concentrated and held his breath, stunned by the power of the magic sword. Once the sword is out, all ghosts and gods will be subdued, and it can be as fast as lightning and break through anything! He took a deep look at the tall and graceful Taoist priest in green robe, who was holding a sword finger, and said, "So it's the sword immortal who has been born. May I ask who your master is, Taoist priest?" Zhang Jiuyang didn't say anything, but just glanced at him quietly. That look was like a sword, causing Monk Nengren to take a step back and said with a sullen smile, "I have something else to do today, so I'll take my leave now!" After saying this, he left in a hurry without even daring to ask for compensation. Zhang Jiuyang didn't move. "Brother Jiu, you are so awesome!" "Why do you keep this posture?" Ali floated out, her eyes full of admiration, and asked with her head tilted. Zhang Jiuyang gave a bitter smile upon hearing this, and looked at the Ghost-Slaying Sword with a bit of resentment, squeezing out a few words with difficulty. "Help me up...don't fall on your face." The next moment, he fainted due to overdrawn magic power. There's nothing left, it's all been drained away. …… (End of this chapter)