Chapter 119 Here Comes My Sword
Although Ouyang Yinyin occupies someone else's body, the system helps her integrate it, and now Cheng Yin's body mostly exists in the appearance she wants to present.
Bei Qi knew that she loved beauty, and this move was murderous and heartbreaking.
Moreover, it was only an external injury, not to the extent that He Cen needed to help with the healing. So he went ahead boldly without any worries, determined to make the capture girl suffer.
The system that the four of them had pulled out now only had a glowing core, with a dark blue light flickering, and it looked as if it had been tortured beyond recognition.
After Jun Chao extracted the energy from it, he found that it was actually not much different from the spiritual power in the world of cultivation, except that the method of conversion was slightly different. In essence, it was just a small thing made by the creators of a higher dimension.
With the qualifications of these four people, they will definitely be able to reach this level in the future.
Wen Qing glanced at them and asked, "How should we deal with this?"
Bo Lou said bluntly, "I want this thing to be reduced to ashes!"
The system was frightened by them, and the core metal ball spun on the ground anxiously, "You can't kill me. Your little disciple is in this state now, and he is injured so badly. Without me, no one can save him."
[I can help you save him! I'm very powerful, I can help each of you ascend successfully! ]
Bo Lou felt sick just by listening to its annoying electronic sound. He Cen's body was already enveloped by the golden light of spiritual power, and there was also a barrier around him that outsiders could not break.
They could not get close, nor could they interfere in the matter of the Sword Spirit's rebellion against its master. They could only watch their beloved disciple get injured and bleed.
The system dared to mention it at this time, which directly angered the four people.
Jun Chao thrust his sword into the deep blue core. The system short-circuited for a moment, sparks flew throughout his body, and a piercing sound of electric current emanated, as if he was in great pain.
He Cen could not see how the four masters tortured the system. He had no time to be distracted. The damage caused by the rebel master to the sword spirit was enormous, at least more troublesome than He Cen imagined.
If it weren't for the protection left by the original heroine and the former sword spirit, he would have collapsed long ago.
Spiritual power gathered in the depths of the sea of consciousness, and a phantom of the Guichuan Spirit Sword was projected in the center. On the sword, there were chains made up of countless strange French characters that bound the sword.
What He Cen wants to do is to break all this.
The external force of the system is indeed very powerful. It makes the contract on the spirit sword particularly difficult to break. He Cen is fighting alone in the sea of consciousness.
He was also seriously injured, and for a long time, there was little or no progress.
He had broken the sword outside, and now he had no way to retreat. He could only grit his teeth and fight on.
The further he got, the more he held his breath. The half-dead system outside also knew what he was doing and couldn't help but mock him, "Don't waste your energy. The master-servant contract has always been one-way. No matter how hard you try, you can't get out of it."
He Cen pulled the chain in silence.
The system was getting more and more aggressive. [Stop it, tell those targets to let me go. I have a way to make all of you ascend together.]
[I can sign a contract with you. As long as you agree to help me complete the task, I can give you anything you want, including freedom.]
He Cen said nothing, and continued to pull out the French contract entangled with the Guichuan Spiritual Sword.
The system was in a panic, "You can't do it alone, don't be so stubborn, I am very capable, you won't suffer any loss if you choose me."
He Cen: "Shut up."
[No, listen to me. Aren't sword spirits born to recognize masters? If you don't want to capture a girl, I can find someone else for you. How about Jun Chao? He's the best in the immortal way and treats you very well. You can consider it. Otherwise, do you like Bei Qi? The Demon Lord and the Ghost King are both fine. You choose one and capture the remaining three. Then they will all be your backers...]
He Cen: "I told you to shut up!"
His eyes were bloodshot and his hands were burned to a bloody mess by the French chains of the contract, but he still did not retreat at all.
The system was shocked by his sudden burst of spiritual power. He Cen was obviously already seriously injured, but for some reason, his momentum suddenly increased.
He Cen stood in the depths of the sea of consciousness, his clothes were completely stained with blood, his face was as pale as paper, and it was obvious that he was at the end of his strength.
When he was extremely weak, the amber necklace around his neck suddenly emitted a strange red light, and the four blood lines suddenly surged with spiritual power and quickly poured into He Cen's body.
The system wanted to say something else, but he lowered his head, slowly raised his right hand, and grabbed at the air fiercely, "Sword, my sword..."
"Sword, sword, sword, sword... sword!"
One after another, each sound was threatening his life. The sudden explosion in the depths of his sea of consciousness caused him to tremble. The system was shocked. Wasn't he the Guichuan Sword Spirit? His sword was broken by him, so where did the sword come from?
Who can be summoned now?
[Stop yelling, where is the sword? ]
But when He Cen roared out his last sentence, a sword really came out of the air, with unstoppable force, as if it was going to sweep away all obstacles and rushed towards He Cen regardless of anything.
This is the contract that the system made between the female strategist and the sword spirit. He Cen, as another variable, was already a huge obstacle, and the sword was naturally no exception.
It is not easy to enter the depths of the sea of consciousness. The system cannot figure out how the sword got in.
But now it is floating quietly in front of Hecen, like a devout believer, waiting for the favor of God.
He Cen grabbed the black sword in front of him, raised his hand and swung it out, directly dispersing the remaining energy in the system, and breaking several stubborn shackles at the same time.
The blond boy raised his face, his eyes sparkling, "Where is the sword? My sword."
"I have my own sword. I will give myself the freedom I want. Anyone can betray me except me!"
"You may have misunderstood one thing. The sword spirit was born without a master. He is not a slave. The shackles I broke were not only those of Guichuan Spirit Sword, but also those of everyone you arranged."
Guichuan is Guichuan and Hecen is Hecen. The sword spirits belong to different groups, but they all yearn for freedom and independence.
He Cen's outburst put the master-servant contract that was forced to be signed at a disadvantage for a moment. The consciousness and expectations of the former sword spirit seemed to overlap with him across a long distance.
The shadow of the spirit sword in the depths of the sea of consciousness trembled, and the frenzy of trying to break out of the quagmire carried the entire environment with it. All the chains that bound it were now tightened and pulled.
The two sides weighed each other, and with the help of He Cen, he swung his sword and chopped. In an instant, the originally heavy shackles were broken into half.
The power of the spirit sword became even greater as the restraint and suppression were reduced, and each shaking became more and more violent.
In a short while, he shattered the remaining chains with one hand. Seeing the French contract composed of strange symbols slowly dissipating, He Cen finally exhaled a breath and spat out the blood that he had suppressed in his mouth.
The spiritual sword Guichuan, glowing with golden light, now appeared in front of everyone in its original dazzling form.
The people in Junchao were all startled, looked over, and shouted at the same time, "He He!"