Chapter 924, the true body of Jianzu?

In the next moment, Ding Hao put the blue-blue mother-in-one concentrate on the sword rust sword.
This is not the end.
Ding Hao's two palms were all exerted, and the palm of his hand was wiped on the edge of the blade. Suddenly, the blood of the red splattered out, and it was immersed in the Yuanmu concentrate and the sword rust sword.
Then the wonderful thing happened.
The combination of blood and mother-of-pearl concentrates is like living. It is automatically spread toward the blade of the knives and rust swords. The separation of the buds is like a trace of blood, wrapped around the knives and rust swords. It is necessary to infiltrate the blade body.
Ding Hao did not hesitate and immediately operated the mouth of the sword.
In the knowledge of the sea, the gods are like the vortex of the Milky Way.
Ding Hao slowly closed his eyes.
......
The moment of closing your eyes, it is dark.
Then the darkness of the eye changed quickly, and everything disappeared. Instead, a world of ice and snow, the cold wind whistling, the snow and ice smashing, everything between the heavens and the earth seemed to be frozen. The sky was dark and the ground was white. Formed a strange color contrast.
There is a sorrowful atmosphere between the heavens and the earth.
"This is... time in the rust sword!"
Under Ding Hao’s embarrassment, he suddenly understood that everything he saw in front of him was the sword-speculating world that Jianzu had said before. The rust-sword was a taboo, and the inside gave birth to a small world. The mouth of the mouth, with the mother-of-pearl concentrate and its own blood as the medium, finally entered the internal small world of the rust sword.
The first step is complete.
Ding Hao is somewhat curious, the rust sword is so powerful, what kind of secrets are there in the end? Can you find its origins this time?
He soon discovered that he was just an outsider, snow flew through his body, like through the air, he looked at it all blankly, suddenly a hurricane blew, ice and snowflakes flying.
Yes, this is because it is not your own body that enters this small world of rust swords.
It is your own knowledge.
In the deafening roar, the icebergs were wrapped up by the hurricane, flew into the sky, continually colliding with each other, breaking and splattering. As the end of the world, the wind is so large that it is beyond normal. The laws of physics.
The snow, ice and ice on the ground were removed layer by layer.
Then exposed the following things that made Ding Hao extremely shocked -
That turned out to be a huge humanoid body!
A large body that is completely beyond the limit of Ding Hao's imagination, it is too big, Ding Hao is in the sky, looking down, just like seeing a continent, can only be vaguely identified from the outline, it It is a corpse.
The wind rolled up the icebergs and snow, and the long hair beard of this huge body was shaken like the ocean was boiling.
Ding Hao Yue is more shocked.
Before this huge life, I didn’t know how terrible it was. Even if it died, it also gave off a horrible suffocating pressure. He suddenly reacted. This hurricane is not naturally generated, but the remnant of this corpse. The air is swelled and the air formed is turbulent.
Careful observation, this giant's body is clear and visible, is an extremely burly giant, its eyebrows are like a mountain forest, the nose is like a peak of the sky, just like the Pangu giants in the past myths and legends.
"Yes, it turns out that every time I used to push the rust sword, the power of taboos that came out was actually emanating from this body..."
Ding Hao suddenly realized in his heart.
The power of the rust sword is the residual pressure of this huge corpse. Every time you inject the mysterious temper to push the rust sword, it is actually the power of the corpse, which is volatilized by the rust sword... This is really It’s incredible!
Just the power of the corpse's residual power, you can defeat the powerful gods, how terrible is the strength of this corpse?
What level has it reached?
Is it... immortal?
Only the immortal immortal in the legend, even if it does not know how many thousands of years of death, there will still be such a force to suppress the surviving, in addition, there is no other explanation.
Ding Hao’s mind was numb.
He never imagined that there was such a secret in the small world inside the rust sword. Such a horrible body must have been very famous during his lifetime. Even the dominant sect of the world, why would he sleep in this small world of rust swords?
With the outbreak of the storm, Ding Hao felt like a rice paddy in the storm, and it was a bit hard to be self-sustaining, and the body seemed to be torn and broken.
"It's not good. Although my gods have reached the realm of "I am the only one", they are more solid than the general gods, but in the face of the terror of the suspected immortals, it is still difficult to support them. It!"
Ding Hao was shocked and quickly took off and tried to avoid being swept by this storm.
Once your own tears are broken, it means that the gods are broken and you have to withdraw from the small world inside the rust sword. This attempt is equal to failure. Not only can the sword ancestor not enter the rust sword, but his own knowledge will also be hit hard.
This is the danger that Jianzu said before?
Ding Hao has some understanding.
"It's too dangerous here. Your gods can't support it for half an hour. Don't stay here for too long, and go to find the soul of the sword..." The voice of Jianzu sounded in Ding Hao's mind.
Ding Hao’s heart stunned and removed his attention from the body of this huge suspected immortal, looking for the sword soul of the rust sword.
According to the sword ancestor, the rank of the rust sword is extremely high, like this level of weapon, which is born with the soul of the sword spirit, but the rust sword is seriously damaged, I am afraid of the sword spirit in it. Already dead or fallen, or in a state of extreme weakness.
In this small world of rust swords, Ding Hao must find the fallen land of the sword spirit soul or the place of sleep, so that the sword ancestor can be guided into it and replaced by a new sword spirit soul.
Ding Hao is looking for this small world of ice and snow.
After about a fragrant time, the snow and ice of the sky and the impacting iceberg fell to the ground again. The power of the huge body spurted out of the body disappeared and was covered again by the snow ice. Ding Hao guessed that this is suspected of the immortal body pressure. The burst of hair may be intermittent.
I don't know how long it took, Ding Hao finally came to an ice peak that was so high in the sword.
A soft, faint brilliance flashes at the top of the ice.
"That is the sword spirit of the rust sword, carefully rely on the past." Jianzu's voice sounded, slightly excited.
Ding Hao thought of a move, skyrocketing, and instantly came to the ice and snow sword peak, this peak is as thin as a needle, simply can not stand alone.
A group of soft brilliance like the afterglow of the afterglow, flashing on the tip of the ice peak.
Ding Hao slightly narrowed his eyes and carefully observed.
This group of Guanghua is about two or three meters in diameter and has an elliptical shape. It is suspended in the ice and snow. It flickers and flickers. There is a very weak swell and contraction. There is no fluctuation of consciousness. It is like death. General.
"It is dead..."
Sword sighs.
The sword sword soul of the rust sword has no life consciousness fluctuation, indicating that it has already died. This group of silver brilliance is only the last trace of it left in the small world of rust sword, which proves that it once existed, for the rust sword There is no power to control.
"This white brilliance is the embryo of the original sword spirit. It is the most primitive foundation for the birth of the sword spirit without a sword. Without the soul of consciousness, it is just a kind of aura of spirit, which is the embodiment of the vitality of the sword." The sound of the sound sounded, explaining: "Only the sword that can produce the embryo of the sword spirit can give birth to the true will. If the sword master and the will are connected and resonate, the realm of the sword and the sword can be achieved. , control the Excalibur as you like, and exert the maximum power of the sword."
With this dignified voice, a young and handsome young man's light and shadow image emerged in front of Ding Hao.
I saw him wearing a high crown, the ancient golden dragon-shaped hairpin passed through the crown, like a golden silk, the hairline belt above the eyebrows, inlaid with a piece of ancient jade, the robe fluttering, the clothes belt as the wind, like a learned Confucianism in general, looks gentle and gentle, with a spring-like smile, giving people a feeling of bathing in the spring.
Ding Hao stayed, and immediately understood, and stunned: "You...is...the sword ancestor?"
Confucianism smiled slightly and said: "Yes, it is me."
Ding Hao opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.
I once imagined that this old monster with hatred and black hatred would be an image, but never thought that it was such a handsome young man with a strong and gentle temperament, giving people a feeling that they did not meet his previous words. The style of doing things.

Is it very unexpected?
Jianzu smiled slightly, and suddenly there was a glimmer of smugness in his eyes.
Ha ha ha, boy, don’t be confused by my handsome appearance and chic temperament, I am actually a very Ordinary and very ordinary people."
Ding Hao: "..."
Where have I been confused by you, I just think that your face is a little bit different from your wretched temperament?
Ding Hao did not say the heart of the spit.
at this time--
"I am awkward! It is an old thing that has to face death. It’s tens of thousands of people. Do you dare to show your true face?" The voice of Knife suddenly sounded and sneered: "For your poor Vanity, even with the appearance of the former master to lie to Xiao Dingzi, I can't stand it."
When Jian Zu stayed, he suddenly became angry and said: "You crazy woman, come to tear down my desk, what happened to Laozi’s tens of thousands of years? Ah? You are not over 10,000 years old? Long live the man as a tower, 10,000 years old woman tofu, or take care of yourself!"
The voice fell.
With a bang, Guanghua disperses, and the light and shadow of handsome Confucian scholars disappear.