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"The surface of this skeleton is smooth and full of spirituality. It is stronger than the spirituality emitted by the alchemy furnace I usually use to make pills."

Zhang Xiaoshan looked at the skeleton in front of him and couldn't help but sigh. His eyes rolled and he thought to himself: "

This skeleton has such a high spirituality. If it is sold to a weapon refiner, it will surely be able to be refined into a top-quality weapon."

Thinking in his heart, Zhang Xiaoshan shook his head and whispered: "Forget it, I'd better not touch the dead body's bones."

Although he was attracted by the skeleton, he understood that the dead are the most important, so it would be better not to move the skeleton.

Then, Zhang Xiaoshan's gaze fell on a silver sword placed between the skeleton's knees.

The blade of the sword was covered with dust, and the sword was dull and inconspicuous.

Zhang Xiaoshan hesitated for a moment, then moved a little closer, opened his mouth and exhaled.

A stream of air hit the surface of the silver sword, and the dust on it immediately flew away.

In an instant, a dazzling white light emanated from the surface of the silver sword, and a spiritual light emanated from the sword body.

"This sword looks plain, but why do I feel that it is extremely extraordinary?"

Zhang Xiaoshan's eyes lit up, and he spoke softly, stretching out his right hand, grabbing the hilt directly, trying to lift the sword.

However, as soon as he exerted force, he found that the sword did not move at all.

"Ok?"

Zhang Xiaoshan was stunned and muttered, "This sword seems very heavy. I can't even lift it with one hand."

"rise!"

Zhang Xiaoshan took a deep breath, stretched out his other hand, clenched his teeth, the veins on his arms bulged, and he used all his strength to shout softly.

However, even though Zhang Xiaoshan tried his best, the sword did not move at all.

His arms began to tremble and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but the sword seemed to be connected to the earth and was extremely heavy.

"What's going on? Why is this sword so heavy?"

Zhang Xiaoshan loosened his hands, panting, and said softly:

With my Qi Refining Level 7 cultivation and the strength of a warrior, I can lift something weighing 500 kilograms with my arms. Why can't I lift this long sword?"

As he spoke, Zhang Xiaoshan's eyes turned and he thought to himself, "It seems I have to do something serious now."

Then, he stood firmly on his feet and began to mobilize the spiritual energy in his dantian. The spiritual energy flowed through his body like a dragon and instantly reached his palms.

At this moment, his palms were wrapped in spiritual energy and full of strength, as if they could lift thousands of pounds.

"This time, I don't believe I can't lift you!"

Zhang Xiaoshan bent down again, stretched out his hands, tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, gritted his teeth, and his face was full of determination.

As he exerted force with both hands at the same time, the silver sword was finally slowly lifted up.

"This long sword..."

Zhang Xiaoshan's arms were shaking violently and his face turned red, but his eyes were shining with excitement.

After he raised the sword, he turned around and took two steps, but he felt that the sword was extremely heavy in his hand, and every step was very strenuous.

His pace became slower and slower, and the sweat on his forehead became more and more, but he never put down his sword and walked forward step by step.

"This sword is really too heavy. I estimate it weighs at least five thousand pounds!"

Zhang Xiaoshan was panting heavily, holding the sword tightly with both hands, with a strenuous expression on his face, thinking to himself:

How did the skeleton wield such a heavy sword when he was alive?"

Bang!

Zhang Xiaoshan really couldn't lift the sword. His arms had begun to tremble and he couldn't hold on any longer, so he had to let go.

In an instant, the sword fell to the ground with a loud "bang".

"This long sword is really extraordinary!"

Zhang Xiaoshan exhaled, lowered his head slightly, and looked at the long sword sinking into the mud. He couldn't help but sighed: "

This is definitely a treasure, but unfortunately the sword is too heavy and I can't even swing it.

If the skeleton could really use such a heavy sword when he was alive, then the power of this sword must have been extraordinary."

As he spoke, Zhang Xiaoshan sat on the ground, looking at the sword, and fell into deep thought.

He thought to himself: "How can I lift this long sword and use it for my own benefit?"

Thinking in his mind, Zhang Xiaoshan suddenly remembered that he had browsed some books in the Wang family of immortal cultivation.

The book records that when some foundation-building monks use magical tools, they usually use the spiritual energy in their bodies to control them.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoshan murmured in a low voice: "

How about I infuse this sword with spiritual energy and try to control it?"

As he spoke, Zhang Xiaoshan mobilized the spiritual energy in his dantian.

He stretched out a hand and gestured gently, and a ray of light quickly appeared above his fingertips.

The spiritual light flew down quickly and landed directly on the silver sword. The spiritual light flashed and disappeared on the surface of the sword.

"It absorbed the spiritual energy I released?"

Zhang Xiaoshan's eyes lit up, but he did not stop and continued to stretch out his fingers, with spiritual light constantly bursting out from his fingertips.

These spiritual lights are actually the spiritual energy stimulated from his dantian, which is continuously input into the long sword.

hum!hum!

At this moment, the silver sword trembled slightly. Suddenly, a bright light shone, and a shadow the size of an egg floated out from the sword.

This shadow rose slowly like a ghost.

At the same time, the egg-sized shadow grew rapidly at an alarming speed and eventually turned into a white human-shaped shadow.

Zhang Xiaoshan's eyes flashed, and he was shocked. He quickly stood up and retreated violently, looking at the shadow vigilantly.

Soon, the shadow floated in the air and stabilized its body.

I saw that the shadow was a middle-aged man.

He had long flowing hair and was wearing a white Taoist robe. His eyes were slightly closed and he had a handsome face with a smile on his face as he was looking at him.

"who are you?"

Zhang Xiaoshan's eyes widened, staring at the white shadow that suddenly flew out of the long sword in front of him with an incredible look on his face. His heart was beating violently, and his throat was very dry. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva with great difficulty and asked stutteringly: "

How...how could this happen?

You... who are you?

Why did it come out of this sword?"

"Don't panic, my friend."

The white shadow seemed to see through Zhang Xiaoshan's inner anxiety and doubts, and whispered to comfort him, "

What you see now is not the real me, but the shadow of my remaining soul in the world."

Hearing the other party say this, Zhang Xiaoshan felt a little relieved, but still found it a little unbelievable.

He frowned, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then looked up at the white shadow again and asked in a slightly low voice: "

Soul...soul?

Could it be that you are already...dead?"

"Yes."

The white shadow - the long-haired middle-aged man smiled slightly and replied calmly, "Time flies. It has been exactly sixty years since I passed away."

Zhang Xiaoshan couldn't help but be shocked, with a look of astonishment on his face, muttering to himself: "So that's it..."

After a moment of silence, he seemed to suddenly remember something, raised his head, looked at the middle-aged man and continued to ask: "

So, may I ask your name? And why are you hiding in this sword?"