Using the skull at the top of his head as the sword bone, the final refined sword bone magical sword is called the Wisdom Sword.
The Wisdom Sword, also known as the Divine Sense Magical Sword, can silently and invisibly injure the enemy’s divine spirit.
In the countless dao traditions of the world, aside from a small number of cultivators who specialize in divine spirits, for all other dao traditions, the divine spirit is the greatest weakness.
The effect of the Wisdom Sword in cutting the divine spirit can make it easy to achieve victory in future confrontations.
Even in battles across levels, attacking unexpectedly can produce miraculous effects.
More importantly, his Guardian Sword Bone also contains the breath of the Underworld, which may endow the Wisdom Sword with unexpected effects after cultivation.
Having made up his mind, he began to guide the golden essence essence qi to slowly flow to the skull at the top of his head.
For a mont, a large amount of golden essence essence qi was stripped from the surrounding magma and absorbed into his body, gathering at the top of his head.
Dazzling golden light appeared above his head.
His form was enveloped in golden light, divine grace perating.
Sitting cross-legged in the dense magma, Shen Wen’an felt that all his senses had disappeared, except for the bouts of itching and pain coming intermittently from the skull.
It was as if an invisible hand was firmly gripping his skull, trying to forcibly lift it off.
This intense pain and itching lasted for a long ti, eventually slowly diminishing.
But what followed was that the already scarce sword essence in his body was suddenly absorbed by the skull!
Shen Wen’an could feel the rapid decrease of sword elent power in his body, almost unable to maintain the sword elent shield on his surface.
However, at this crucial mont of condensing the sword bone and cultivating the sword bone magical sword, he dared not lose focus, and could only continue to concentrate, hoping to complete the refining of the magical sword before his sword elent was exhausted.
Ti passed by bit by bit.
The surrounding faint golden magma, with terrifying high temperatures, was gradually compressing the range of his sword elent shield.
At this mont, the sword elent shield on Shen Wen’an’s body was nearly clinging to him, its light dimming.
Grzzz!
Suddenly, a slight sound ca, and Shen Wen’an’s eyebrows slightly furrowed!
The sword elent shield at his left elbow could no longer withstand the scorching magma, a palm-sized chunk of flesh was instantly burned to ash, revealing ghastly white bone!
Shen Wen’an gritted his teeth imdiately, forcibly circulating the nearly exhausted sword elent power, and expanded the shield a bit, saving his arm.
Yet, there was no sign of the sword bone magical sword at the top of his head taking shape, which inevitably made him feel a bit anxious.
Just as he did not know how to solve the current predicant, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind.
With a slight thought, the storage bag at his waist suddenly flashed!
In an instant, a massive object appeared in the magma!
This colossal object was the Golden Core Flood Dragon Corpse he had found in the Poisonous Miasma Forest so ti ago!
In life, as a Golden Core Realm Great Demon, the scale hide was the strongest defensive part of the flood dragon species.
The terrifying scorching magma around it, upon touching the dragon corpse’s scales, was for a short ti unable to do anything.
Splitting off so divine sense, Shen Wen’an saw that the magma could not affect the dragon corpse, and he slightly relaxed.
Taking advantage of the dragon corpse helping to withstand external threats, he imdiately focused all his attention on refining the sword bone magical sword.
In cultivation, there is no concept of ti.
In the blink of an eye, ten more days passed.
In the dim golden magma lake, the black-red scales on the dragon corpse had already been seared by the magma to a bright sheen, with faint signs of softening.
The sword essence in Shen Wen’an’s body was also completely exhausted.
The dazzling golden light finally slowly weakened, followed by a sharp sword aura escaping from the top of his head.
A few breaths later, the golden light suddenly shone brightly, then contracted, until it completely disappeared.
Shen Wen’an’s tightly shut eyes suddenly opened!
An invisible sword aura silently flew from the center of his brow, penetrating the dragon corpse in front of him in an instant, flying far away!
Where the sword aura passed, the faint golden magma’s light dimd, and in less than a breath, it actually solidified completely into a string of black solid.
In response, Shen Wen’an seed very satisfied.
He gathered his breath and slowly stood up, taking out a large amount of elixirs from the storage bag to restore his own spiritual power and put them into his mouth.
While refining, he looked around.
After refining the Wisdom Sword, he could clearly feel that his divine sense was nearly twice as strong as before.
This enhancent of divine sense not only manifested in the increase in divine sense coverage but also made his divine sense more resilient than before.
With a slight movent of thought, his divine sense pierced through layers of scorching magma, and he suddenly found that beneath his position there seed to be a huge rock quietly suspended in the magma.
The ability to withstand such terrifying magma burning was enough to prove that the rock was by no ans an ordinary Heaven and Earth Spiritual Object!
Unfortunately, the rock was two to three miles deep in the magma below him, and the Golden Core Flood Dragon Corpse was probably unable to withstand the temperature there.
Shen Wen’an could only sigh secretly and gave up the idea of investigating further.
The item is good, but he didn’t have the strength to retrieve it.
Feeling that his sword elent had recovered sowhat, enough to maintain a sword elent shield and leave here, Shen Wen’an imdiately retrieved the dragon corpse and flew upward with the sword elent shield!
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Zhili Imperial City.
As the forr capital of Yu Country, under the governance of Jianan Temple, the Imperial City now seed to have regained its forr glory.
After the Six Major Golden Core Powers ca to the Yangnao Land in the Southern Border, it seed that only Jianan Temple earnestly managed the cities and territories under its jurisdiction.
The image Jianan Temple established gave many common people in suffering a glimpse of hope.
For a ti, except for Yunzhong County, the vast majority of common people in the Yangnao Land tried every ans to flee to the area controlled by Jianan Temple.
This was precisely the phenonon Jianan Temple was happy to see.
The forr Imperial City was now hosting the leaders of all major factions including Shen Chongming.
The six major Golden Core Powers, along with the Yunzhong Shen Family and Luoxia Mountain, a total of eight people, gathered in a circle in the grand hall of the Imperial City.
"So, regarding the periodic harvest... does anyone have any objections?"
As the initiator of this eting, Lan Jue looked around with a smile, paying particular attention to Shen Chongming and Luo Yao from Luoxia Mountain.
Luo Yao maintained a neutral expression, quietly watching Shen Chongming beside her, wanting to see what he thought.
Shen Chongming kept his head slightly lowered, a cold smile erging in his heart.
Grandfather Shen Yuan was indeed right.
These people were always targeting the "blood food" of Yunzhong County.
The so-called "periodic harvest" referred to the eight factions here drawing lots once every ten years, pairing up to clash.
Looting each other’s common people and cultivators, with a ti limit of one month.
This was to prevent anyone from reaping benefits in chaos and to give the people under each faction’s rule a ti for recuperation.
For the secular mortals, ten years is a generation.
Ten years’ ti is enough for them to recover so primordial qi.
The six major Golden Core Powers in the Southern Border were happy to accept this proposal.
However, for Luoxia Mountain and the Shen Family, there was clearly little benefit.
After all, unlike them, the two families did not take the common people and cultivators as blood food to refine Human Pills.
The two families needed resources, Immortal Seedlings with spirit roots.
Shen Chongming gently pinched his fingers, frowning in thought.
None of the people present rushed him, patiently waiting.
Monts later, Shen Chongming raised his head with a slight smile, saying, "Since everyone has decided, naturally, I, the Shen Family, can’t refuse everyone’s wishes."
"Let’s settle it this way then."
Upon hearing this, Luo Yao slightly furrowed her brow, but knowing now wasn’t the ti for inquiries, she planned to ask Shen Chongming afterward what he really thought.
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