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There is a pavilion in Xingyun Courtyard, and there is a person sitting in the pavilion, which is Chu Mu.

This was the fifth day after Chu Mu returned to the Chu family, and he was not in a hurry to leave the Chu family.

Chu Mu pinched a dark red unique sword with his fingers and looked at it repeatedly, as if he wanted to see the difference, but he couldn't see it no matter how hard he looked at it. He just knew from his intuition that this thing should not be simple, that's all.

The news of inquiry from the Lin family was also sent back.

The Lin family didn’t know what their heirloom is for.

According to the owner of Lin, this heirloom treasure was passed down by the first generation of the Lin family, but it did not explain what was the reason, perhaps because the first generation of the head of the family did not understand.

In short, I don’t know why, but this thing has become a family heirloom of the Lin family, a symbol. The Lin family has been studying and searching for classics for several generations, but due to some restrictions, the level they can access is too low, so they have never understood it.

Since the Lin family knew nothing, Chu Mu had to study it himself.

I tried soaking water and cooking fire. The sword did not damage at all, but no secret appeared.

Chu Muyun's innate sword energy was concentrated on his fingers and used force, but he could not break the strange little sword. In the end, he used a hundred-refined sword to chop the little sword. The little sword was safe and sound, leaving no trace left. Instead, the hundred-refined sword was broken into two pieces.

Then, Chu Mu used the innate sword energy to wrap the sword of the wind sword and slashed it with a sword. The small sword was still safe and sound without leaving any trace. The innate sword energy was shattered, and an extremely small gap appeared on the sword of the wind sword. If you don’t look carefully, you will still not be able to see it. This will not have much impact on the sword of the wind sword.

Then there was one time. Yesterday, Chu Mu touched the not-sharp blade of the small sword, and a small hole was cut through the finger. A drop of blood stained the blade, but Chu Mu was absorbed before it was wiped off.

Chu Mu thought, is this something that requires blood to recognize the master?

But there was no connection between me and Xiao Jian. Even if I squeezed out another drop of blood and was absorbed, I didn't feel anything.

No matter what, this unique little sword is extremely extraordinary after all. It is not only extremely hard, but also unable to harm the Wind Sword, but also extremely sharp. It is even sharper than the Wind Sword, and it seems to be able to suck blood.

Although I had no hope of finding anything, Chu Mu would still habitually take it out and take a look.

Chu Dangxiong didn't understand this thing either. Since he didn't understand it, and Chu Mu liked it very much, he simply gave it to Chu Mu.

After studying for a while, Chu Mu felt his soul tremble, and the spiritual gold artistic conception also shaking. He quickly put the small sword into the space wrist wheel, flashed and turned into a gust of wind, entered his room, and closed the door tightly.

Because Chu Mu felt that the mutation in his Jin Yi was about to be completed. This made him a little excited. After such a long time of mutation, he was finally about to be completed.

The power of gold's artistic conception rotates in the vibration, turning into a vortex shape. At the center of the vortex, a deep and dull golden color is appearing little by little.

As soon as he appeared, Chu Mu felt that this subtle dark gold color contained an amazing sharpness, much better than the artistic conception of gold.

I couldn't help but feel a little more anticipated about this upcoming mutated mood.

The higher the level of mutant artistic conception, the stronger the power, the more beneficial it will be to yourself, and the stronger your own strength will be. As for the difficulty of understanding the artistic conception due to the high level of artistic conception, it will no longer be under Chu Mu's consideration.

The power of the artistic conception of gold continues to rotate, and the dark golden light in the center is becoming purer and increasing little by little.

As time passed, Chu Mu focused on observing the changes within the artistic conception of Jin, without even realizing the passage of time outside.

I don’t know how long it has passed, but it seemed like it was only a few seconds in Chu Mu’s feeling.

The power of the rotating gold artistic conception suddenly stopped, and the dark gold in the center released a terrifying edge in an instant, as if a powerful sword weapon was used to slash out with one sword, slashing through the sky, tearing the earth and cutting through the void.

Chu Mu's soul was trembling, as if it was about to be torn and cut open, and it was creepy.

However, this artistic conception originates from the artistic conception of gold, and the artistic conception of gold is the artistic conception that Chu Mu understood. Therefore, this mutated artistic conception will not affect Chu Mu at all. The trembling of the soul is just because of the very powerful relationship of this mutated artistic conception.

The entire golden artistic conception vortex was cut directly under this dark golden light. In the next breath, the dark golden color in the center burst out with a terrifying suction force, which directly absorbed the split golden artistic conception, at an extremely fast speed.

After a while, the artistic conception of gold was absorbed by the mutated artistic conception of dark red, but the suction force did not stop. Instead, it expanded its scope and had affected the artistic conception of clouds.

Chu Mu had a thought and hurriedly controlled the suction force, intending to stop it, because he didn't know whether the suction force would affect the artistic conception of clouds and the artistic conception of wind once it spreads.

If the artistic conception of cloud and wind are affected or even collapsed due to this suction force, Chu Mu would not have enough time to cry. Even if this mutant artistic conception is very powerful, it would not make him happy.

However, he was shocked because he could not control the suction force, ignored him, and continued to expand, and had already passed the artistic conception of the cloud.

Chu Mu's heart was raised to his throat, and he found that the artistic conception of clouds was not affected at all. He still stopped steadily and slowly turned, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The range of suction became larger and larger, as it was approaching the artistic conception of wind.

The stronger the soul power, the stronger the intuition. At this time, Chu Mu had a sense of intuition that his own artistic conception of wind was about to suffer.

"Stop it!" As soon as he was ruthless, Chu Mu concentrated his energy and forced himself to curb the spread of the suction force, but it still had no effect at all. The suction force seemed to treat Chu Mu's spiritual world as his own territory, and was not disturbed by Chu Mu.

The artistic conception of wind was also touched by the suction force, and Chu Mu's face became unsightly.

But the wind's artistic conception slowly flicks within a range, and there seems to be no sign of being affected.

"Could it be that my intuition is wrong?" Chu Mu said in his mind, and was happy that his intuition was wrong this time.

However, when that suction force filled the entire spiritual world, the blowing of the wind's artistic conception suddenly became irregular, and the fluctuation was different from usual. It seemed that something was about to be broken down and fall apart.

The Feng Zhi's artistic conception seemed to have consciousness, so he naturally refused to be decomposed like this and resisted, so he fluctuated with this suction force, using Chu Mu's spiritual world as the battlefield.

Chu Mu was in trouble and felt a rumbling sound in his head, as if it was thunder, and his head was incredibly painful, as if something was stuffed into it, which was extremely uncomfortable.

He closed his mouth without any sound, but his face turned pale little by little and lost his blood.

Suddenly, a huge roar exploded in his mind, as if it was terrifying thunder. Chu Mu's entire spiritual world was shocked, and even his soul was impacted and he fell into a coma.

After falling into a coma, the changes in the spiritual world continue.

I saw that the blue-blowing wind's artistic conception was decomposing and turned into two parts.

One of the parts is light green, blowing gently and quickly, causing a slight whistle and sound, just like a breeze blowing by, and the other part is dark green, not soft, but full of sharpness and sharpness, like a blade cutting around, with extremely fast speed, like lightning.

In the next breath, I saw that part of the light green color was not affected at all, blowing on its own, soft and slow. The dark green wind was affected by the suction force of the dark golden mutant artistic conception, and it quickly turned to the dark golden mutant artistic conception, constantly inhaling into the dark golden mutant artistic conception, becoming nutrients.

About a quarter of an hour passed, Chu Mu woke up and recalled what had happened just now, and quickly focused on his spiritual world to check.

The scenes in the spiritual world immediately shocked him.

The artistic conception of wind actually decomposed into two parts, part of which is slowly dissipating itself, and part of which is constantly absorbed by the dark golden mutant artistic conception.

He could not stop or turn it around, and could only be a bystander and watch quietly.

"I hope it's not too bad." Chu Mu had to accept this result, and could only hope that the consequences would not be too bad. This mutated mood could bring surprises to himself, otherwise, he would really not even cry.

"It seems that this change will not stop for a while." Chu Mu thought to himself, then withdrew from the spiritual world and waited for the automatic change of this change. It would take a while to complete the situation. At that time, he would be able to know what the mutant mood was.

At this time, the door was knocked.

When Chu Mu opened the door, he saw his mother's kind smile, who came to ask Chu Mu to have dinner.

When Chu Mu saw the sky, it was already evening before he knew it. According to the time on earth, it should be past six o'clock, and it was time for dinner.

These days are the most comfortable and comfortable time when Chu Mu lives. Every day he wakes up and practices. He will chat with his parents while practicing, talk casually, without any rift, and you don’t have to worry about anything. He feels relaxed from the heart to the body.

Chu Mu did not refuse this kind of comfort. The way of cultivation is relaxed and relaxed. It is correct to have a way of opening and relaxation. Simply tightening may make rapid progress over a period of time, but it will definitely leave behind future problems. (To be continued...)
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