The sword spirit was small and exquisite, about one meter tall. It was wearing a pale green shirt and a black silk tie. It looked like a shrunken little person, quite cute. At this time, it was rubbing its eyes with both hands. It was obvious that there were no tears.

But it's like crying...

only…

The appearance of this little sword spirit...

"Isn't this Yan Qingwu?"

Wang Mu was stunned.

What's going on? This sword spirit looks too much like Yan Qingwu, doesn't it?

And the clothes she wore were somewhat similar to those of the past. She looked exactly like a smaller version of her, not to mention she looked really good-looking...

"Well, you are..." Wang Mu glanced at her a few times, "Do you know me?"

Xiao Jianlin paused, flew to Wang Mu's side, shook his head and said:

"do not know…"

"..."

I don’t know what you are yelling about?

Wang Mu was speechless.

"But I know your breath." The little sword spirit purred several times and glanced at Wang Mu, "It's the breath I want, a very kind and longing breath..."

"Then you are..."

"I am the sword spirit of Qingshuang Sword, created by the master..."

Wang Mu really wanted to ask, why do you still look so similar to Yan Qingwu?

The degree of overlap is already over 90%, right?

Could it be that the sword spirit you created will still be the same as yourself?

Wang Mu felt a little strange.

"Well, how do you want to feel now?" Wang Mu asked.

The little sword spirit tilted his head and thought for a moment:

"It feels a bit bad..."

"What's wrong?"

"Good hug..."

"?"

After saying that, the little sword spirit flew away from the Qingshuang Sword, flew towards Wang Mu, and landed next to him, rubbing here and there.

It wasn't until Wang Mu held the Qingshuang Sword that he slowly became quiet.

"Why is this little sword spirit so good..." Wang Mu touched the Qingshuang Divine Sword and couldn't help but think of Yan Qingwu's appearance.

I feel quite different from Yan Qingwu.

Not a person at all!

"Is this okay?" Wang Mu asked.

The little sword spirit flew out with a look of enjoyment on his face and nodded repeatedly:

"Uh-huh."

"Then we'll go find your master later. You have to show off your skills."

"Ah?" The little sword spirit was stunned and actually resisted a bit.

"What's wrong?"

"Okay... okay, the master seems to be in danger..." The little sword spirit stamped his feet and jumped into the Qingshuang Sword again.

"Wait a minute. When you get back, you promise me something." Wang Mu said quickly.

"What?" The little sword spirit half emerged from the Qingshuang Sword.

"Well...if your master asks who restored you...just say it was me. But the key step is the blood contributed by a man named Dongfang Mu."

"Ah?" The little sword spirit was stunned, "Why do you say that? Dongfang Mu... I am so familiar... Why am I so familiar... Hmm... Okay!"

After saying that, he buried it.

Wang Mu touched it and felt a little subtle.

This little sword spirit is so intelligent and yet so ignorant and pure. It might not be impossible for Wang Mu to let him help him hide this secret.

Because as long as the origin of the blood of the sage has been proven, it has nothing to do with him!

So even if she repaired the Qingshuang Sword, Yan Qingwu couldn't be 100% sure that she was Dongfang Mu.

With Yan Qingwu's temperament, as long as she is not completely sure, she should not be killed by him.

After all, that is the inner demon, and you must be accurate. If you admit your mistake and kill the wrong person, wouldn't it be a big mistake?

I just don’t know what the relationship is between this little sword spirit and Yan Qingwu.

But just because they look the same, it should just be because Yan Qingwu has been raised warmly for thousands of years, right?

Thinking of this, for now, it is better to return to Jianzong quickly.

"I have gained a lot from this Magpie Bridge Festival."

The biggest gain among them is actually reputation, making friends with disciples from other continental sects...

Wang Mu put away the Qingshuang Sword and walked out of the quiet room, only to find that it was already the second night.

I came to Panyuan Forest again and found that Nanrong Biyou was feeding some spiritual beasts.

"Eat more, and I won't have a chance to see you next time."

"It's okay, just practice more. Don't keep thinking about that little black snake. It's not a good thing to mess with other little black snakes when you have them. I'll kill them sooner or later. Even if I don't kill them for you,

One day I will be killed by other snakes."

"Do you understand?"

Nan Rong Biyou touched the head of the little white snake, "This place is quiet, safe, and better than the outside world. I will take the little black snake away later and throw it into the whirlpool of the sky and the sea. It will always be here. It's completely

It will delay your cultivation."

"Don't be afraid. The Tianhai Whirlpool is not dangerous. There are only a few hundred small dragons. It likes to provoke so much, so let it provoke these big guys."

"Dead? When it dies, I will bring its ashes back to you. Don't worry..."

The little white snake hissed while eating the fruit in Nanrong Biyou's hand.

No, no, no!

"..." Wang Mu.

Are these words really meant for the little white snake...

"Huh? Are you here?" Nan Rong Biyou turned around, "Are you going to see her for the last time?"

Wang Mu nodded and said:

"Please ask Miss You for help."

Nanrong Biyou patted the little white snake, then stood up and said:

"Then let's go."

After saying this, she flicked her fingertips, and a mysterious blue energy formed a deep space vortex in front of her.

"Let's go. This technique is one-way. If you leave, you can't come back."

After saying that, she stepped into it.

Wang Mu followed closely...

——

Huangtianzhou, at the foot of Guyun Mountain.

At this time, Guyun Mountain had long lost its fairy-like appearance.

The mountain peak above Gu Yun has long been turned into a sea of ​​​​blood demon cave. The rolling clouds turned into blood mist that covered the sky and shrouded Gu Yun Mountain. Occasionally, the blood light overflowed and captured the soul.

The originally beautiful area was now rendered like hell by the blood mist in the sky.

If a mortal was in such an environment, he would turn into a demon just by taking a breath.

The villages and towns at the foot of the mountain have long been deserted and seem to have been relocated.

There are only countless ferocious beasts, howling in excitement.

Interestingly, this eerie and eerie atmosphere only did not envelope Anle Village.

It's like a tacit understanding of isolation, and like that place is independent of this world...
To be continued...