The time it takes for a cup of tea is just a moment for ordinary people to finish a cup of tea, but for Taoists it is the eternity that separates life and death.
Li Lingge stood on the eaves of the Taoist main hall, looking down.
The entire Taoist sect has fallen into dead silence, without a single sound.
The Xuanyuan Sword hummed continuously, like a ferocious beast that was still unsatisfied after having been satisfied.
When the last ray of light faded away, the entire Daomen Mountain Range was covered in a strange blood-red color.
As the sun sets, the afterglow blends with the blood mist, dyeing the sky and the earth red.
The mountain breeze swept through the palaces and pavilions, bringing with it the thick smell of blood, so sticky that it almost condensed into beads on the skin.
"receive."
The Xuanyuan Sword moved in response, transforming into a stream of golden-red light and flying back into his palm.
The moment he took hold of the hilt of the sword, an unprecedented sense of power surged over him like a tide, making his palm numb.
The sword was a bit heavier than before, but it miraculously fit the curve of his palm better.
The originally blurry ancient runes on the sword's spine are now clearly visible, slowly moving like living things.
Li Lingge looked at it carefully, and the runes seemed to be conveying some message to him - it was an ancient mantra about killing and power, and every stroke was drenched in the brutality of the ancient times.
"Is this the power of the blood evil energy..."
His fingertips brushed the edge of the sword, and the blade actually retracted its edge, allowing him to touch it obediently. However, it suddenly trembled in the next second, cutting a thin wound on his index finger.
As soon as the blood drop touched the sword, it was immediately absorbed.
The Xuan-Yuan Sword let out a satisfied hum, and the sword body shone with a golden light, reflecting a gilded halo in Li Lingge's pupils.
He clearly felt that the power of the entire Taoist sect was boiling in this sword at this moment.
A strange pleasure rushed into his meridians along the hilt of the sword, making his limbs tremble.
This is the dizziness brought about by the rapid expansion of power, and the ultimate pleasure of controlling life and death.
Li Lingge's breathing quickened, and he suddenly wanted to swing his sword again, just to savor the exhilarating feeling of cutting through everything.
"Be careful, it's affecting you."
Wei Xiang's voice suddenly came into his mind, like a thunderclap exploding in Li Lingge's ears.
A trace of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he immediately sheathed his sword.
If Wei Xiang hadn't reminded him, he might have really swung his sword just now, but he himself didn't even know where the sword would be swung and who it would be directed at.
Wei Xiang continued.
"Every time the Xuanyuan Sword absorbs bloody evil energy, its power will grow stronger, and it will also affect the sword's owner."
"Influence the sword's owner?" Li Lingge narrowed his eyes. "Do you know the origin of this sword?"
Wei Xiang's eyes swept across the devastated Taoist gate.
"This blood food is enough to awaken part of its true spirit."
As if in response to his words, the Xuanyuan Sword suddenly vibrated on its own, emitting a clear sword sound.
Li Lingge felt the temperature of the sword handle suddenly rise, burning his palm so much that it stung.
The moving runes suddenly accelerated and formed a star map on the sword.
As the sword spirit, the Fifth Fairy could clearly feel that her control over the Xuanyuan Sword was weakening little by little.
To be precise, her body was gradually slipping out of her control.
"Master, my body..."
Her voice echoed inside the sword, but it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and it seemed particularly weak.
The spirit body that was originally as clear as water now showed strange blood streaks, as if there were millions of tiny poisonous snakes crawling in her body.
The eyes that once reflected the bright moon for a thousand years were now as red as blood, and a terrifying murderous light was beating in the depths of the pupils.
When Li Lingge's consciousness was projected into the Xuanyuan Sword, he saw this horrifying scene.
The space within the sword vibrated violently, and the vortex of spiritual energy that was originally as vast as the sea of stars turned into a blood-red storm.
The fifth fairy's snow-white dress was dyed dark red, her three thousand black hairs danced wildly in the storm, and tiny blood crystals condensed at the ends of her hair.
"What's going on?"
In an instant, the Xuanyuan Sword vibrated violently, and the ancient inscriptions on the sword lit up one by one, and all the swords in the sword tomb rang out in unison.
The Fifth Fairy raised her arm with difficulty, but the sword energy condensed at her fingertips suddenly twisted into ferocious blood claws.
She bit her red lips in pain, and a trickle of golden-red spiritual blood slid down her chin.
"Something is...eating away my sanity."
Before he finished speaking, the screams of countless wronged souls suddenly rang out throughout the space inside the sword, and dense scarlet curse patterns appeared all around.
Li Lingge only knew that he was able to live in Diguan for 100,000 years because of the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, but he did not expect that this sword could actually affect the will of its owner and even affect the sword spirit.
Perhaps, without realizing it, he has been influenced by the Xuan-Yuan Sword.
With this in mind, Li Lingge immediately began to recall the past 100,000 years.
"What is the origin of this sword?"
"The demon Luohou possessed a God-killing Spear. After it was severed by an ancient god, the demons forged the spear's shaft into the Xuanyuan Sword."
Wei Xiang's face was calm, but there was a hint of solemnity in his tone.
"This sword has its own sword spirit. If you force a sword spirit into it, it will be devoured by the sword's own sword spirit sooner or later."
The corners of Li Lingge's mouth twitched slightly. He always felt that this was a story made up by Wei Xiang, but the facts were developing just as Wei Xiang said, and he couldn't help but believe it.
"This sword is the Xuanyuan Sword. How could this name possibly be something from the demon clan?"
"Demons won't have the word 'Demon' written on their faces."
“…”
After a moment of silence, Li Lingge continued to ask.
"Since the Xuanyuan Sword is made from the body of the God-Slaying Spear, what about the spear head?"
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