Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

Jiang Wenbai recently felt that his condition had not been very good since he left Qianyang Sect. The reason for this was that he always vaguely heard something calling him.

But this is too unbelievable, how could there be something in this world that could summon him? ! How is this possible? !

His magic weapon is still there, his relatives have entered reincarnation, and Yan Wenmo is busy eliminating demons and defending the way. There should be nothing in this world that can distract him, but inexplicably, he still feels that this voice is very important.

Especially after he had nearly been killed by the Fallen God several times because of this voice, he decided that no matter what the reason was, he had to find out. Otherwise, if he continued, he would feel like he was crazy.

Jiang Wenbai was a man of action, so since he had decided to follow the call of that voice, he set off immediately. He followed the call to the Ghost King Sect, but inexplicably felt that this Ghost King Sect was different from the previous one.

Although it might be his sixth sense, it was indeed different, so much so that he subconsciously tightened the sword in his hand and walked step by step towards the Ghost King Sect.

Logically speaking, everything in the Ghost King Sect had been destroyed by him and Yan Wenmo, so he shouldn't be on guard. But strangely, he subconsciously prepared to take action at any time.

But he seemed to have thought too much, because after stepping into the territory of the Ghost King Sect, the calling voice became stronger and stronger, and the voice became more and more familiar, so that before he could even distinguish it, he was completely knocked unconscious by the sudden appearance of an unknown thing.

After a long time, or perhaps not very long, Jiang Wenbai felt himself in a daze, not knowing whether he was dreaming or still unconscious.

He just felt that he was in chaos, and was picked up by a warm hand and handed over to a bird.

It should be a bird, a very beautiful bird. It is snow-white all over, and the snow-colored crown feathers on its head are extremely long, like a white ribbon. It looks cute and fat, and a little silly in its cuteness.

Because it had no hands, it placed itself on its back. The down feathers on its back were extremely warm, which made him feel at ease for some reason.

He didn't know what he was now, he just felt that it was good and safe to be with it.

For some reason, the other little black birds always bullied it by relying on their strength. Then he felt that he was being controlled by the bird boss and attacked the little black birds. Then under his attack, the little black birds fled in panic.

In the eyes of the little black bird, he saw that his body was a sword, a small, pure white sword emitting a cold white glow. Although he didn't understand how he became a sword, he inexplicably felt that he was supposed to be like this.

The little white bird has many brothers and sisters, including twelve three-legged black bird brothers, and thirteen white rabbit sisters. They live with a boy and a girl in an extremely vast space, leading a leisurely and free life.

With his protection, the little white bird turned into a big white bird and became more beautiful. Not only did the feathers on its head look more and more like a white crown, but its tail feathers also grew longer and became like a snow-white feather fan.

Especially when flying, the white feather fan will turn into a white skirt, spreading out, making the black birds grit their teeth.

The woman loved the little white bird very much and always spoke to it in a soft voice, which made the little black birds always jealous of it.

But it was not angry, because jealousy was useless, it was still the most favored one. The woman would hold it in her arms, call it "little darling" tenderly, feed it and give it water, and it would rub the woman's hand like a spoiled child, attracting jealousy from everyone.

Because it was afraid of being bullied, the little white bird always slept with the head of the bird as its pillow. After a long time, even when the little black birds stopped bullying it, it still slept with the head of the bird as its pillow.

Jiang Wenbai thought, maybe the little bird was used to sleeping with the sword as its pillow, so this situation happened.

Jiang Wenbai didn’t know whether it was a habit or not. He only knew that later on, the man took the little white bird and started to travel around and punish evildoers.

In this vast space, some inexplicable things would pop up from time to time, such as tall giants, short dwarfs, or tentacle-like monsters. Anyway, they were all strange and varied.

Although the little white bird is beautiful, it is never afraid of fighting. It is always the first to rush forward and then start attacking with its sword.

When it attacks, cold white flames will emerge from its body, burning the monsters. Then, the little white bird, with the help of the man, two little black birds and a little white rabbit, will completely kill the monsters.

Every time after killing a monster, some things would fall to the ground, and the man would usually collect them. But since he discovered that the little white bird would secretly hide some things, he simply gave them all to it.

The little white bird hides things in order to improve her strength, to improve Jiang Wenbai... ahem, to improve the strength of the sword. She will give the beads or various stones left behind by the monsters after their death to the woman, and the woman will refine them and then throw them to the sword for the sword to devour.

As time went by, the little white bird grew more and more like the legendary phoenix, and the sword that Jiang Wenbai possessed grew longer and longer, until its length was almost the same as the Broken Moon Sword. The woman then refused the little white bird's request to continue supplying the sword, no matter how much she threw a tantrum.

In the end, in order to avoid waste, the little white bird simply swallowed it itself. After all, things that were collected with great effort should not be wasted.

Jiang Wenbai thought that days like this could last for a long time, so long that they would continue forever, until one day, they met a particularly strong opponent.

As soon as the two met, they started fighting. They used their strongest means of attack, hoping to kill the other party as soon as possible.

Five-colored light rotated, intense energy collided, explosions and shock waves occurred one after another, and set off an extremely violent energy frenzy in this vast space.

This opponent is very strong, even a man cannot defeat him. The entire space collapsed because of the war between the two, and even space gaps and whirlpools appeared, but the two men are still fighting.

This situation was something Jiang Wenbai had not expected, nor had the little white bird, but she still rushed forward, rushing forward for the first time without holding a sword.

The reason why he rushed forward was because the little white bird realized that the enemy wanted to kill the man, and in order to protect the other party, he blocked the nearly fatal blow for him.

This must have been very painful, because the little white bird cried very shrilly, and it was even the first time that Jiang Wenbai heard such a sad cry from a little white bird.

As the chirping sound gradually weakened, the little white bird's body began to disintegrate into pieces and then scattered throughout the universe.

Jiang Wenbai wanted to collect the fragments and even beg the man to save it, but it was of no avail because the man, the little black bird, and the little white rabbit all followed in the footsteps of the little white bird shortly after her body disintegrated.

But in a flash, there was no life, nothing was left, except him and this extremely useless sword. Everything was gone, everything disappeared, and only his useless sword was wailing in this vast space.

Jiang Wenbai didn't know that this was a memory deep in his soul, just like he didn't know that the sword was once himself, and he didn't know that the little white bird was Yan Wenmo, and he didn't know that Yang Jin was a little black bird, Layue was a little white rabbit, and that the man and woman were Xihe and Dijun.

The reason why he didn't know was that after the little white bird died, he also chose to shatter the sword, cut off his own soul, and follow his master.

If Xihe had not suddenly appeared and stopped him, he would probably have disappeared in the long river of history, not to mention meeting Yan Wenmo today.

As long as the sword is alive, the man is alive; when the sword dies, the man dies. This is the simplest and closest connection between the sword and its master.