Chapter 167

Half an hour later.

Mo Bei finally turned the whole book to the last page, breathed a long sigh and said with a smile: "However, the method of Ye Shen's pair of sword spirits is introduced quite clearly."

"There are three most important points about the strength of the sword spirit."

"The first one is the bloodline of the spirit beast itself. The more it has the sword spirit of the ancient wild beast, the stronger the upgrade potential. For example, the descendants of the dragon clan themselves contain the bloodline of the dragon clan. Even if they cannot transform into dragons, their own bloodlines are much stronger than ordinary sword spirits because of their own bloodlines."

"As for the second one, it is the degree of fit between the spirit beast and the master. The better it is to the master, the higher the chance of the sword spirit's evolution successful."

"I can understand the first two, but the third one..."

Mo Bei held his chin and thought for a moment, and said, "What the book says is that when evolution, the amount of magical powers the spirit beast masters, and the strength of its strength determines the strength of the sword spirit after evolution."

"This should be similar to the foundation of human cultivators. The magical powers mastered by spiritual beasts are equivalent to the foundation. The more stable the foundation is, the higher the intensity after the mutation is then!"

Mo Bei tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically and said, "In short, what Ye Shen wanted to tell me in the whole book is that the more mutated, the more powerful the spirit beast, the better the sword spirit."

"So, Taixu Sect gave birth to various secret techniques."

"Some people are inciting spiritual beasts when Taixu is transformed, so that the spirit beasts can abandon their lives, turn into power, and merge with other spirit beasts! Combine and accommodate each other to obtain the strongest state, and then turn into Taixu Sword Spirit."

"This can be regarded as taking their own strengths," Mo Bei couldn't help but look excited: "If it was my fire phoenix, if it was my fire phoenix, melt my fire phoenix's wings into the body of the demon tiger, and combine them into one."

"In that case, the demon tiger's strength is really as strong as a tiger. It's simply unstoppable!"

"Before, Ji Wuming's winged thunder tiger was probably because of this, so he was so powerful!"

Mo Bei figured out this key and his thinking became much clearer.

Suddenly, Mo Bei's eyes narrowed and fell on the last page of the book. He read it out word by word:

"The power of the sword spirit. In addition to these three points, it is also closely related to the level of the magic sword. The magic sword is used as a guide and sacrifices the sword spirit. The power of the magic sword and the power of the spirit beast are combined to make the sword spirit."

"Therefore, the level of the divine sword directly determines how many levels the sword spirit can exert. This is the top priority!"

"Of course, there are requirements for the grade of the divine sword. It is not that the better the grade of the divine sword, the greater the power of the sword spirit will be exerted!"

"I spent countless days on this and finally explored its rules. The Taoist pattern is the square number of the numbers of heaven and earth, which is the best. Twenty-five, thirty-six. Forty-nine, sixty-four, and eighty-one patterns are the best divine swords that match the sword spirit!"

"However, the forty-nine-patterned divine sword is a fifth-level divine sword, which is extremely rare. Moreover, if you want to refine the forty-nine-patterned divine sword, it requires extremely high strength to cultivators. Below the golden elixir, it is simply delusional to refine the forty-nine-patterned divine sword!"

"So, the divine sword containing the 25th and 36th Taoist patterns is the best sword spirit carrier!"

After reading the words, Mo Bei suddenly realized his enlightenment and was amazed: "So there is such a saying. People in the world think that the higher the level of the magic sword, the stronger the power it exerts with the sword spirit."

"This kind of idea is extremely wrong! Ye Shenyi deserves to be the founder!"

Mo Bei firmly kept the twenty-five, thirty-six, forty-nine, sixty-four, and eighty-one patterns listed in the book, in his mind.

"At that time, I must pay more attention. Don't miss it when I encounter a magic sword containing these kinds of Taoist patterns!"

"but……"

Mo Bei thought about it and smiled bitterly again: "The forty-nine patterns of divine swords must be refined by real people in Jindan. Sixty-four and eighty-one patterns are probably the true master of the Yuanshen, and even the powerful cultivators who go upward can get it. Even if I get it, I am afraid there is no way."

"Please pay more attention to the 25 patterns and the 36 patterns of the magic sword."

Just when Mo Bei just closed the book.

"bite!"

Another extremely crisp and familiar sound suddenly rang out.

Mo Bei couldn't help but smile: "The sound of ironwork sounds again. This sound of ironwork is really hard to match with me."

"Why are few people hearing it, but I can hear it every day, it's so strange."

Mo Bei was curious for a moment: "What exactly did the ironclad sound come from? For more than ten days, I searched for it with Diting magical power every day, but I didn't find him."

"You know, Diting Yu's Diting magical power can clearly hear even a cricket chirping within a radius of four or five hundred feet!"

"Ding Dong!"

At this time, the sound of irons came rhythmically again.

Mo Bei raised his eyebrows and showed a hint of confusion: "Hey, this sound seems to have changed a little. It was a crisp sound before, but this time it was a crisp sound, with a dull sound, as if it was near me!"

Mo Bei narrowed his eyes, and the spiritual energy began to spread immediately, as the tendons and veins flowed, all of them poured into his ears.

Suddenly, the ding dong sound was made hundreds of times clear, as if it was ringing in Mo Bei's ears.

"right!"

A flash of light suddenly flashed out from Mo Bei's eyes, and he turned his head suddenly. With a thought, his body floating in the void suddenly turned into a flowing shadow and flew away with the sound source.

"bite!"

Suddenly, the ironclad sounded again when Mo Bei just rushed to the bookshelf of the ring-shaped wall on the right.

"It turned out to be an echo, this time the sound is on the left!"

Mo Bei was like a naughty child, competing with the ironclad sound, urging his spiritual energy, chasing the source of the sound again, and flying towards the left.

"above!"

"Step down, five feet!"

The huge Sutra Library saw Mo Bei turning into a stream of shadows, constantly jumping up and down, soaring back and forth.

After Mo Bei used the Diting Power to track it more than 200 times.

“There’s there!”

Mo Bei turned into a stream of shadows, soared down from the air, landed at the door of the Sutra Pavilion, and looked closely.

A painting that was three feet long and three feet wide suddenly appeared in his sight.

"bite!"

At this moment, another crisp sound like a blacksmith sounded and came from the huge painting.

Mo Bei looked at the painting carefully.

Above this painting, it is a beautiful mountain, river, and the universe. Above the universe, there are few clouds and mists. The setting sun makes the entire sky look golden and dazzling.

On the clouds and mist, a middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, stepped on the seven-color auspicious clouds, standing proudly in the world, and his eyebrows exuded a slight sense of fairy. His fairy style and spirit are powerful without anger, and they are lifelike.

This middle-aged man is the founder of Taixu Sect, Ye Shenyi!

Mo Bei stood under the portrait of this wealthy portrait and suddenly felt a sense of pressure invisible, instantly sweeping his soul. He pressed his chest so much that he could hardly breathe.

In a trance, Mo Bei even had an illusion that the fairy mist, the mountains and rivers, and the flowing water were flowing slowly, but whenever he looked closely, he found that the picture had returned to its original state.

This illusion made Mo Bei feel very wonderful.

"So it's the ancestor." Mo Bei smiled slightly, showed a pious and respectful look on his face. He took a step back and bent down to worship the huge portrait. Then he stood up and stood up again.

"bite!"

Another ironclad sound came from the portrait.

Mo Bei thought and listened with his ears. His eyes instantly locked on the seven-color auspicious clouds under the foot of his ancestor Ye Shenyi.

This time, Mo Bei heard it clearly and grinned, "It turns out that the ironclad sound actually came from the auspicious clouds under the feet of the ancestor. It was a bit interesting. I don't know what the ancestor meant?"

He paused and looked at it carefully, and then an extremely shocking scene appeared.

I saw a sudden surge in the scattered seven-color auspicious clouds, and they started to move.

The endless seven-color auspicious clouds turned into seven-color smoke and slowly spread out.

In this seven-colored smoke, groups of palaces appeared faintly, and in a trance, the outlines appeared in the smoke, revealing a mysterious and hazy aura.

In the blink of an eye, the dazzling smoke of seven colors completely enveloped Mo Bei and the space around him.

"This?" Mo Bei raised his eyebrows, subconsciously took a step back, looked at the left twice, but saw the disciples around him, as if they had not noticed this scene at all, with a calm face, sitting on their own affairs.

"Can't they see it?" Mo Bei murmured to himself with a puzzled face.

At this time—

"Swoosh!"

A dark golden light suddenly flashed from the crowd of palaces, and shot out and penetrated into Mo Bei's mind.

In an instant, a voice sounded in Mo Bei's mind: "A junior disciple, understand the magic weapon of the cave, find the opportunity, and appreciate a sword-making furnace in the Dayan World!"

Mo Bei suddenly felt excited and looked at Ye Shenyi with a scorching look.

Ye Shenyi, who was above the clouds and mist, seemed to smile lightly at Mo Bei in a trance.

The latter was shocked, blinked his eyes quickly, and looked back.

Ye Shenyi in the portrait suddenly returned to the original state, as if nothing had happened.

"Dayan World Sword Forging Furnace?" Mo Bei was thrilled, and even his breath became quick. He stared at Ye Shenyi with a scorching look, bent down respectfully, and bowed again to thank him: "Thank you for the ancestor's gift!"

As he finished speaking, the dark golden light that had penetrated into his mind gradually dimmed. As he gathered, it changed and condensed into a golden ball in his mind, which looked like gold but not gold, and like stone but not stone.

After obtaining this treasure, Mo Bei no longer stayed at the Sutra Pavilion and left the place directly, sacrificed the fire phoenix, jumped up, and burst into the sky.

Half an hour later, Mo Bei returned to his cave.

He stood outside the cave, took out the soul card, and swept past the light curtain covered on the cave, and then sank into it.
Chapter completed!