Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 562 The Sword Is Talking
"Don't be kidding, okay, although the world is big, there are still places that you fairy can't go to?"

Fan Denglong squinted at He Yuexian, but found that he was not joking at all.

"Why is this?"

"On the border of a big country, there will be a protective barrier formed by the fate of the country. Once the monks of other countries whose strength exceeds a certain level approach, they will be ejected. The higher the level, the stronger the rebound will be."

He Yuexian explained lightly.

"You said a lot, but I didn't quite understand it."

Why is there such a barrier to national luck?Who is this great master?
"Before the immortal channel is closed, the gods can descend freely. If anyone is secretly supporting the government, which country in this world can stop the gods?"

"This is the rule set by the way of heaven, and no one can change it."

This time Fan Denglong understands. To put it simply, it is that gods play with gods, and mortals play with mortals. No one can cross the line.

But soon there was a new question, "Since you said that there are barriers between countries, how can you fly to the emerald country?"

"The national destiny barrier, the national destiny barrier, the strength of the barrier depends on the country. The emerald country is a place of war, and the national strength is weak. It is easy for me to break through mere barriers."

He Yuexian said proudly, Fan Denglong chuckled and didn't say much.

He Yuexian understood what his smile meant, and said with a little embarrassment: "If you want to break through the barrier of a superpower, this fairy can make it bigger, but it will have a great impact on this fairy, and I will disdain it unless it is a last resort."

The national destiny barrier is the rule set by the Dao of Heaven, an existence above all else. Whoever dares to use brute force to break it is tantamount to going against the Dao of Heaven.

"Since you can't find it abroad, let's look for it in China. If you have traveled all the places in the past, you won't believe it. You can't even find a single spiritual vein."

Fan Denglong said confidently, and He Yuexian snorted coldly, "I will leave this matter to you. No matter what method you use, I must see a spiritual vein before the end of the year."

"Don't, aren't you a strong man?"

When Fan Denglong heard this, his face collapsed immediately, how could he have so much time.

It's almost November, and the big wedding is only over a month away. After returning to China, there are so many things that I can't be busy at all. How can I have time to run around.

"Then you ask Liquanjian to return the spirit vein to me,"

He Yuexian put a serious face on her face, and stretched out her hand towards him.

"Forehead,"

Fan Denglong touched his nose and was speechless.

"Okay, can I find it for you?"

The spirit veins were all absorbed by the Liquan sword, how could they be returned to He Yuexian?
"That's right,"

He Yuexian patted Fan Denglong on the cheek, turned around and went back into the tent, with his legs crossed on the camp bed, and began to close his eyes and meditate.

Fan Denglong looked bitter, "In two months, where can I find your spiritual pulse?"

"I don't care about that, it's your business anyway."

He Yuexian closed his eyes and said, "By the way, just to remind you, you can also find it according to your method. The barrier of national destiny is only aimed at powerful monks. Now that you have entered the territory of a superpower at this level, at most it is a feeling. It's just a little uncomfortable."

Fan Denglong rolled his eyes, got up and walked out of the tent, far away from the mine vein, found a valley with plenty of aura, released the Liquan sword and held it in his hand.

Facing the culprit, Fan Denglong couldn't hate it at all, because he felt that the unseal of Liquan Sword and Sword Spirit was more important than Lingmai.

"I paid a lot for you, brother, you must live up to it."

Touching the inscription on the sword, Fan Denglong muttered to himself.

Lu Dongbin's method of controlling the sword does not need to be motivated by spiritual energy, as long as it can communicate with the mind of the sword.

"If you use your own blood for warming, I don't know if you can reach this point after a long time?"

Fan Denglong remembered the plots in TV and novels, talked to himself, then bit the tip of his tongue hard, and spat a mouthful of blood on the sword body.

Blood was poured on the simple inscription, and a burst of brilliance flowed immediately.

"efficient?"

Fan Denglong was a little excited, thinking that he must have found the right way.

But the light was only for a moment, and soon disappeared, the Liquan sword returned to calm, and the blood disappeared.

"This, isn't it enough?"

He frowned, and originally wanted to continue, but the Liquan sword suddenly trembled, as if to stop Fan Denglong from continuing to do so.

"Why can I understand what it means?"

It was only then that Fan Denglong realized a more serious problem. There was something extra in his mind, which seemed to have a wonderful connection with the Liquan Sword.

"Liquan, fly one for the uncle."

Originally, it was just a random talk, but never thought that the Liquan sword would really come out of his hand and rise into the air.

"Wow, what a blast."

Fan Denglong looked at the Liquan sword flying in the air, and immediately laughed with his hands on his hips.

Before he was too happy, the Liquan sword buzzed and sank into the ground, leaving only a hilt.

"Um, this also has a plane crash."

Fan Denglong was a little dumbfounded, it seemed that it was too early to be happy.

Why does this happen?
Fan Denglong pulled out the Liquan sword somewhat unpredictably, sat cross-legged on one of his subordinates, and laid the Liquan sword flat on it.

The wonderful connection with the Liquan sword in my mind sometimes disappears, and I can't figure out the key point of it even after racking my brains.

So he just sat under the tree with Liquan sword in his arms, motionless, like the legendary ascetic monk.

When the sun was shining at noon, the Liquan sword moved again, and the spiritual energy particles floating in the air rushed to this side. Fan Denglong knew that this guy was planning to absorb the spiritual energy again.

"Hey, this is simply an existence with its own spirit gathering array."

Fan Denglong grinned, thinking of a prank.

Immediately, the aura flowing towards the Liquan sword was split into two, one part was absorbed by the Liquan sword, and the other part entered Fan Denglong's body.

"buzz,"

Liquanjian jumped up and down in front of Fan Denglong's eyes, and kept making noises, which was a warning.

Fan Denglong closed his eyes, ignored it completely, and circulated while absorbing the spiritual energy, almost joyless in his heart.

"Asshole, go away."

At this time, a childish voice suddenly sounded in Fan Denglong's mind, which shocked him all over.

There was no one around, and it wasn't He Yuexian's voice transmission, so there was only one possibility, it was the sword spirit of the Liquan Sword who was speaking.

"Little guy, are you talking about me?"

Fan Denglong grabbed the Liquan sword and said in a low voice.

"Don't steal my aura,"

The voice is very immature, and there is still a trace of fatigue.

"You kid can actually talk?"

Fan Denglong was very surprised, after all, it was the first time he saw a sword talking.

"Fuss,"

(End of this chapter)