Forced to copy books and learn secretly, I became the favorite of the immortal world

Chapter 216: Demon Sealing Sword

She gently touched the sword, concentrated her consciousness, and used the power of the stars to infuse it into the sword. Although she didn't like this flashy and shiny Seven Star Sword, she still felt a little reluctant to see it like this. She was still hesitating whether to continue to use the power of the stars to repair it, when suddenly a gust of cold wind appeared behind her.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively turned sideways. A black sword slashed across her chest, cutting off a few strands of her hair. The black sword was engraved with intricate patterns, and was surrounded by black mist.

A strong smell of blood wafted from the black sword, as if it was soaked in blood. The blood and demonic energy were entangled together, which was very captivating.

"Little girl, why don't you recognize me? I am Xuan Mo. This is the real Demon Sealing Sword. Come, destroy this place with me, unify the world of immortal cultivation with me, and stand on the top of the six realms. Become the king and dominate everything."

Uh, this illusion is quite good, isn't this the same theory of working that fooled Xiao Hei Jian back then? This guy is so ugly and has such a strong class smell, it's simply unbearable.

Mo Anyi took a step back and wanted to reach out and pull out the Seven Star Sword. She paused for a moment and then retracted her hand. She connected the little black sword in her consciousness and wanted to summon it out. At the moment she summoned it, the black sword rushed into her body.

Mo Anyi's whole body froze, as if he had turned into the magic sword, and he completely lost control of his body.
"Little girl, come and feel my powerful strength."

From her perspective as a sword, she saw that the world of immortal cultivation was enveloped in rolling black fog. Even the rock walls of the valley were charred black. Red magma was gushing out from the cracks in the rocks. Countless cultivators were fighting to the death.

"Demons must die"

A burst of shouts and screams came from behind her, and the sharp sword energy carried a resolute murderous intent.

Before she could react, she had already pierced through the chest of the monk who rushed over. She was forced to turn around in his chest, "Puff~"

The sound of the blunt weapon leaving the flesh made her feel physically uncomfortable. She felt like she was the sword dripping with blood, held vertically in someone's hand, dripping with the opponent's blood. Looking at the devastated battlefield, with broken arms and limbs everywhere, the red blood washed over the black rocks and merged with the rolling magma.

Opposite her was a young monk holding the spiritual sword.

Her consciousness was now dragged into the sword, and she could not see his face clearly. She only felt that the demon laughed loudly as he raised the sword and slashed heavily at the young monk.

"No, I never point my sword at my own people."

A powerful force burst out from Mo Anyi's body. She could be injured or die, but her sword would never be pointed at justice.

The burst of soul power successfully shook her out of the magic sword. The consciousness that floated out of the magic sword was like a rootless duckweed floating in the wind. Like an outsider, watching this battle ten thousand years ago.

Their swords collided, spiritual energy and demonic energy collided, the turquoise light and the ink-like black fog entangled with each other, and every confrontation was terrifying.

So strong, is this the power of the upper immortal realm? It is totally incomparable to the self-righteous ancestors of the sect who have the ability to refine the void.

The powerful force made her feel insurmountable. The lack of inheritance made them lose the possibility of ascending to the immortal world. They could not appreciate such power. But now with the skills, Mo Anyi firmly believed that they would be stronger in the future. She continued to watch their fight silently, not daring to blink. She could not wake up the system, so she could only force herself to remember it with her brain. Remember their moves, remember their skills to circulate spiritual energy.

Their moves were getting faster and more brutal, and she remembered them faster and faster. Since the appearance of the fifth star, her spiritual awareness had expanded several times. This was not just an effect of one plus one equals two, but a superposition of several times or even dozens of times.

As a result, she can now perfectly reproduce whatever she sees. Even in such a high-level fighting scene, she can completely reproduce the moves and even deduce the trajectory of the spiritual power flow.

This rare opportunity to see high-level monks compete made her completely immersed in it.

Gradually her consciousness became blurred, and her high-speed spiritual consciousness finally touched the small black sword from the depths of her sea of ​​consciousness and successfully summoned it out.

"Little girl, what happened to you? That broken thing suddenly disappeared, and you just stood there in the hall. Bald Bird and I were scared to death."

The little black sword was almost scared to death when he saw Mo Anyi had lost consciousness outside, and he couldn't communicate with her spiritual consciousness. He and the bald bird wandered around the hall, but didn't see the sword, and didn't dare to touch her. He could only wait foolishly. Fortunately, the little girl suddenly called him, and he came in immediately.

"I'm not too sure. This seems to be a space of consciousness. Take a look at this black sword. Does it look familiar to you?"

Mo Anyi raised his sword and pointed at the magic sword floating opposite.

“Damn, why does this look so much like me, bah bah bah, I’m not, I’m clean.” Little Black Sword was so scared that he quickly stuck close to Mo Anyi’s wrist.

Just as the two of them were talking, the magic sword came towards them. Mo Anyi somersaulted backwards to avoid the sword energy, but the sword force was too strong. She failed to dodge it completely and a long bloody mark was still left on her chest.

After rolling over, he fell to the ground on one knee, leaning on the small black sword to keep his body steady.

Fortunately, the wound was not very deep and the bleeding was not heavy, so she didn't care about it. In the space of consciousness, it was not even possible to heal the wound.

The magic sword did not stop, and attacked again. The same sword moves reminded her of the young monk who fought against it. She recalled every way the sword broke through the situation in her mind.
The powerful sword energy collided, and the force was transmitted from the small black sword into her body, causing her whole body to ache. However, she really wanted to try such a powerful sword move. She adjusted her breath and immersed herself in the memories of the sword move.

She was only at the Nascent Soul stage, and could not perform sword moves that could only be performed by people at the Refinement Void stage or above. Even with just a sword, she was no match at all. The wounds she suffered in the battle became more and more, and she was almost stabbed in the vitals by the magic sword several times.

Although it was a space of consciousness, if she died here, she would be dead. She did not dare to relax at all.

As they fought for a while, these sword moves gradually became more sophisticated, and many moves that were previously impossible to perform were gradually able to be used.

She was making progress, and the magic sword seemed to be growing as well. With every attack, it gained more power. Something was wrong. There must be something she didn't know.
She was thinking while resisting the attack of the magic sword.