Fire Monster

Chapter 64 Give You a Ride

It was extremely quiet all around.

Zhao Guanshan wiped away the non-existent cold sweat, calmed himself down, and finally confirmed that as long as he didn't touch the psychic broadsword, he wouldn't hear the voice.

Moreover, it was just the sound of talking. There were no ghosts around, and nothing strange happened. After all, his imperial seal oil lamp did not give any warning.

After thinking about it, Zhao Guanshan reached out and took out his imperial oil lamp, held it in one hand, and slowly reached for the spiritual broadsword again with the other hand.

At the same time, we were prepared for battle.

But the imperial seal oil lamp still did not respond, but the voice continued to ring out without being affected at all.

This time, although Zhao Guanshan's scalp was tingling and his eyes were as big as bells, he insisted on listening and distinguishing.

The voice was intermittent, as if someone was just chatting, but it was not very clear. It gave him the feeling of a child hiding in a dark room, talking to himself.

Not evil at all.

There was nothing unusual about this psychic broadsword.

Zhao Guanshan listened for a while and then felt relieved. The possibility of danger was no longer great, but the voice was definitely related to this psychic broadsword, so could it be that the soul of the owner of this broadsword has not yet dissipated?
So he tentatively asked:

"Senior, do you have any unfulfilled wishes? Do you need my help?"

But the residual soul in the broadsword was still talking to itself, as if no one could hear it.

Zhao Guanshan could only hear it, but not clearly.

"How about trying another method?"

Zhao Guanshan thought of the visualization method. He knew that the reason he could hear the voice of the remnant soul of Broadsword was definitely not because they were destined to meet each other, but most likely because his mental power was a little too strong, coupled with the fact that he was too focused on repairing the Broadsword just now. In short, this incomprehensible situation was triggered.

But what should he visualize?

Lihuo Daofu?
No, I'm afraid that the remaining soul of Broadsword will be shattered immediately.

"Or, can you visualize the battle scenes of the Broadsword Master before his death?"

Zhao Guanshan had to admit that he was moved by pity. Judging from the extent of damage to the psychic broadsword, it was clear how fiercely its owner must have fought in his lifetime. Plus, this was the first psychic weapon he had successfully repaired in the true sense. He felt that even if he couldn't perform a ritual to liberate the soul of the broadsword, it was worth sending the remaining soul of the broadsword on its way.

It has nothing to do with anything else. The fact that the owner of the broadsword fell on the battlefield fighting against the evil demon, no matter whether he was evil or treacherous during his lifetime, is indisputable: ordinary people in Linjiang Prefecture, including him, Zhao Guanshan, could only survive to this day thanks to their protection and sacrifice.

As a human being, you cannot distort even the three most basic views.

Just like Zhao Guanshan may be very dissatisfied and resentful about being forcibly conscripted, and he has no good feelings towards Li Chun and others, but he will not really regard them as his mortal enemies.

Because one thing is one thing.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Guanshan placed his hands on the broadsword, closed his eyes slightly, and emptied his mind. When his consciousness was completely calm, the hazy illusion of the broadsword owner riding a horse and holding the broadsword suddenly appeared. Unfortunately, it was still very hazy and blurry. After all, it was just an illusion.

He could only replicate the illusion.

But there is no doubt that Zhao Guanshan took the right path, because at the moment when he visualized that hazy illusion, the psychic broadsword in his hand suddenly vibrated and hummed slightly, and the next moment, the hazy illusion he visualized quickly evolved into reality.

With the unconscious help of the residual soul in the broadsword, he successfully visualized it.

But there was only a small world, surrounded by a blood-covered background. One could vaguely hear the sounds of roaring and fighting, and the howling and wailing of evil demons. This should be the battlefield on the Imperial Seal Great Wall.

Zhao Guanshan himself was not here. He only saw one person, a man covered in blood. He was lying there with blood flowing like a river. A huge gap was torn in the third-level imperial armor by some evil demon, and his chest was empty.

Under him was the corpse of a demon with the badly damaged broadsword stuck in it.

He was already dead, only his eyes were open, looking blankly, and his mouth was half open, as if he wanted to say something?
Such a scene gave Zhao Guanshan a great shock, and he almost couldn't maintain the illusion he had imagined. Having lived in a peaceful place for a long time, he was still not used to such a tragic death scene.

But he finally calmed down and let the illusion quiet down. When the faint shouting and screaming around him could no longer be heard, he finally succeeded in hearing the voice that he had been unable to hear clearly.

"My name is Qi Huanzhang. Please help me. I want to see my son. He is only seven years old..."

The sound kept repeating, and finally gradually became blurred and dissipated. But Zhao Guanshan was still unable to fulfill his wish, because he had never seen Qi Huanzhang's son, and he could not visualize him.

Finally, the illusion he had visualized dissipated. Everything disappeared and nothing happened. Only the broadsword remained heavy. Nothing had changed, but it seemed that some special changes were taking place.

He couldn't understand it, but he couldn't help but feel awe.

"Qi Huanzhang? Isn't this the former captain of the 12th squad? The one who died in the battle yesterday was also the son of the shopkeeper Qi?"

"such a pity!"

"I'm sorry, I can only help you repair this broadsword so that it can be used on the battlefield again."

"If I have the chance in the future, I will visit your son on your behalf."

With a light sigh, Zhao Guanshan took the psychic broadsword off the operating table with both hands. At this time, he could no longer hear the previous sound. The only difference was that the broadsword gave him a different feeling.

It's like they are very skilled and have a tacit understanding of each other, as if they have been using it for many years.

"So, is it related to the visualization I just used? I accidentally, through visualization, through the residual soul in the broadsword, I gained some broadsword usage skills and experience points from Qi Huanzhang?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Guanshan didn't care about anything else. With a thought, the vitality in his body began to circulate slightly. Faintly, a Lihuo talisman flashed in the palm of his hand, like a spark.

Almost in the next second, the spirit supply array inside the psychic broadsword was instantly activated. A red cloud like a sunset passed by, and then turned into a blood-red sword light. On the heavy and wide blade, three attack runes and one defense rune quickly lit up like stars.

It couldn't have gone any smoother.

But this is only the advantage of a half-baked Qi Refiner.

Psychic weapons still require deeper control.

The details, insights and experiences involved all have to be accumulated through experience.

Therefore, while Zhao Guanshan maintained the activated state of the psychic broadsword, he began to visualize again.

Still visualizing the hazy figure of Qi Huanzhang.

As he expected, when the psychic broadsword was activated, the activity of the residual soul in the broadsword increased significantly.

He had just finished visualizing the hazy figure when the rest of the details quickly filled in.

First, it was still the scene before Qi Huanzhang's death, but gradually, the scene began to spread to the surroundings and even began to go back.

Then, he saw Qi Huanzhang's final desperate fight with the evil demons, and saw him holding a broadsword, swinging it vigorously, and smashing the evil demons to pieces.

It's like he's the most handsome guy in the whole place.

He even saw the death of the military supervisor, who was only a young boy of about 17 or 18 years old. So he was a cultivator trained in batches by Dao Ke, not a senior cultivator in Dao Palace? It turns out that you have also been filled in.

Then he saw Qin Jian, who died with his eyes open...

Wait, something's wrong.

Suddenly, Zhao Guanshan was forced to exit his meditation. He felt his head buzzing and blood flowing out of his nostrils like two small streams.

Boy, that's overconsumed.

He hurriedly dropped his psychic broadsword and sat down, feeling dizzy, seeing stars, and feeling like the world was turning upside down.

It took him more than ten minutes to come back to life like a dead dog.

But my head still aches.

However, Zhao Guanshan couldn't help but reveal a smile that was uglier than crying.

This time I really made money.

Intangible assets are particularly deadly!
This wave will take at least three years of effort!
(End of this chapter)