"It's not impossible to save you."
Nangong Zhuo rolled his eyelids and said, "But what good do I do?"
"I wonder what the Empress needs?" Said: "As long as this junior can do it, I will definitely not refuse."
Nangong Zhuo said: "As long as you say this, I hope you will not regret it when the time comes, otherwise I will not spare you!"
Fang Chen's neck shrank.
The same goes for these empresses, who threaten themselves with these words at every turn.
But think about it, I am asking for help from others, and when people are under the eaves, I have to bow my head.
Nangong Zhuo said: "Now, I will teach you a method of sacrificing a sword. You can use it to refine your natal flying sword, so that it can be warmed and nourished for a period of time, and your life will be safe."
After what Nangong Zhuo said just now, Fang Chen understood that this method of cultivating the natal flying sword is a secret secret of each family and should not be passed on to others.
Nangong Zhuo can pass it on to himself, not only because he is the master of the Tianji Tower, but also because he needs to help her suppress the suppression of heaven.
But no matter what, Fang Chen will remember this kind of kindness.
"Do you remember everything?"
After burning half a stick of incense, Nangong Zhuo said: "Remember, when refining the flying sword, there is no room for error. Otherwise, if the flying sword is damaged, it will not be easy to restore it."
"Thank you, Empress, for reminding me, I will remember this."
Fang Chen took a deep breath, made a fist with his hands, started to use the technique, and shouted coldly: "Come out!"
But because Fang Chen forcibly took out his natal flying sword, he suffered backlash again and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The sharp pain from Ten Thousand Swords piercing his heart erupted to the extreme at this moment, almost overwhelming Fang Chen's consciousness.
"Now, sacrifice the sword immediately!"
Nangong Zhuo, who was next to him, suddenly gave a cold shout and his expression became extremely serious.
Sword cultivator performs sacrifices to refine his natal flying sword, just like a warrior overcoming tribulations. No one is allowed to interfere, and he can only rely on the sword cultivator himself.
Resisting the urge to faint, Fang Chen grabbed the golden sword and swung it in his palm.
Blood flowed out, but under Fang Chen's secret ritual, the blood condensed on the small sword and did not disperse.
At the same time, the blood is being transformed into small bloody characters, which are constantly being integrated into the small sword.
The amazing thing is that when the small blood-colored characters blended into the small golden sword, Fang Chen actually felt that there seemed to be some kind of connection between himself and the Dragon Sword.
It is like being connected and integrated into one body.
It’s just that this feeling is too weak and not obvious. It is obviously due to insufficient sacrifice.
As Fang Chen continued to use the sacrificial refining method, more and more small blood-colored characters were integrated into the Dragon Sword, and Fang Chen's reaction to it became stronger and clearer.
Until a certain moment, the small golden sword suddenly floated up, spinning in front of Fang Chen.
The sword also exudes a sharp and powerful sword energy.
When the sword energy reached its peak, Fang Chen's eyes flashed with light, he bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of tongue blood on the small sword.
The little golden sword that drank the blood from the tip of his tongue suddenly let out a dragon roar that echoed throughout the world, transformed into a golden blue dragon, and circled around Fang Chen's head, releasing waves of majestic sword energy.
"The sound of the sword is like a dragon, the sword's intention is as powerful as prison, what a superb flying sword."
Nangong Zhuo looked at the golden blue dragon in mid-air, and his beautiful eyes lit up slightly.
The long red gold sword he carried behind his back trembled slightly, as if he was about to move.
Fang Chen made a move with his hand, and the golden blue dragon turned into a golden stream of light and penetrated into Fang Chen's hand as if summoned, turning into a golden long sword.
The hilt of the sword is like a dragon's head, and the sword body just spits out from the dragon's mouth.
But in the middle of the sword body, there is a ridge as thin as hair, like a dragon tendon.
Let this golden dragon sword add an aura of divine power as powerful as hell.
Fang Chen flicked the sword with his fingers, and the sound of the sword was like a dragon's roar, pleasant to the ear.
Immediately afterwards, Fang Chen felt that his hand was empty, but he saw the Long Yin Sword being taken into the palm of Nangong Zhuo's hand, and he looked at it carefully.
「Dragon Roar?」
Looking at the two ancient scripts on the hilt of the sword, they are not human characters, but characters unique to the dragon tribe.
Nangong Zhuo nodded with satisfaction and said: "What a dragon chanting sword. If it can be warmed and maintained properly, it can definitely break through to the top level."
Fang Chen asked: "My lady empress, what level is my dragon chanting sword?"
"Because the sacrifice has just been successful, there is only a low-grade spiritual level."
Nangong Zhuo said: "However, this sword is full of sword intent. Among the natal flying swords of the same level, this Dragon Song Sword can also take the lead."
Is it a low-grade spiritual level?
Fang Chen slapped his mouth and grinned.
Not low anymore, not low anymore.
The Lin family's clan swords are only of ordinary level.
What's more, as Fang Chen's cultivation improves, his natal flying sword can also be advanced accordingly.
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"Thank you, Lady Empress, for your advice."
Fang Chen caught the Dragon Sword thrown by Nangong Zhuo, and with a thought, he saw the Dragon Sword changing from time to time, with different lengths, spinning and flying around Fang Chen, like a happy elf.
"By the way, Empress, I have something to ask you."
As Fang Chen said, he showed the thirty-six visualization pictures of "Seventy-two Sword Techniques" in front of Nangong Zhuo one by one.
At the same time, he told Nangong Zhuo what Zuoqiu Changzai said, that reversing this visualization diagram can solve the problem of the flying sword's backlash.
But...sword control!"
"Sword control?"
Fang Chen was shaken and said, "Ms. Empress, are you saying that this is a sword control method?"
"Yes."
Nangong Zhuo said: "Once upon a time, there was a catastrophe in the world. A talented man rose up and seized the opportunity. According to the destiny, he used the power of one person to quell the catastrophe. After taking off and ascending, he left behind a sword-wielding method to be passed down to future generations."
How many strong men have fallen, and the swordsmanship in certain planes has become lonely and extinct. "
"Ms. Empress, are you saying that this sword-controlling method is the culprit that has caused the swordsmanship to be cut off?"
Fang Chen was suddenly startled, feeling a little flustered for no reason.
foolish!‖
Nangong Zhuo scolded: "Sharp weapons are not guilty, desire is."
Fang Chen looked stern and said solemnly: "The seniors have taught me lessons, and the juniors have been taught."
"Of course, you don't need to know these things now." That's it."
"But how can this visualization be reversed?"
Fang Chen looked confused and said, "I just studied it and found that this visualization is not like ordinary exercises that can be forcibly reversed."
"How difficult is this."
Nangong Zhuo smiled slightly and slapped Fang Chen with his palm.
The next moment, thirty-six visualization pictures appeared in Fang Chen's body one by one, and then changed direction, forming a new thirty-six blessing visualization pictures.
"This is the complete method of wielding a sword."
Nangong Zhuo said: "After practicing this method, you can fly with a sword and be free in the world."