Chapter 187 Weapon Spirit!

Soon, a large tomb appeared before their eyes.

The tomb is very tall and is carved entirely out of rock. There are white marble steps on both sides, reflecting the dazzling sunlight.

In the middle is the tomb, the ground is swept very clean. At a glance, it has a similar structure to the tomb of Yan's great-grandmother, but it is more magnificent.

"I heard that after offering sacrifices to the ancestors, we come here to receive the inheritance?" Chen Lang recalled that Murong Jing had mentioned this in the procedure book that she gave him.

Then can’t I receive the inheritance first?
There is no sign prohibiting entry, so it is allowed.

After putting away the green boat, Chen Lang walked straight forward and easily pushed open the stone door. The light inside was dim. A huge portrait was hung on the wall in the middle, and below it was a stone jar with a groove in front of it and incense sticks stuck in it.

Hmm? Stone jar?

Chen Lang went forward to check, opened the can, and found white powder and some particles inside.

He smelled it, but there was nothing special about it.

Is this a horse's ashes?
Just as Chen Lang was about to close the lid, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

I turned around and saw nothing.

But at this moment, a buzzing sound was heard, and the black sword on his back rose into the air, standing upright above the urn.

Then it fell in, with the tip of the sword stuck in the stone jar.

"I found a way to break through the middle stage of Jindan, but I'm badly injured. I've seen the way out, and I don't want to die!"

A thought entered Chen Lang's mind, and he felt a shock in his heart and soul. The other party might have been very powerful in his life, and this was a remaining obsession.

"Is this considered inheritance?" Chen Lang wondered.

Why don’t you tell me how to break through the middle stage of Jindan?

Then, he used his soul power to invade the ashes to test it, and even took a sip, but there was no effect, and the system did not identify any treasures.

It turned out to be just a regret of a dying person.

Chen Lang shook his head in disappointment, then turned his attention back to the black sword. Any normal person would know that if something strange happened, it must be unusual.

The sword will not fly out by itself.

Then he discovered that a small piece of debris had fallen off the black sword, revealing the silvery-white texture inside.

"I knew it!"

Chen Lang suddenly realized, he understood.

There may be a side quest here, and this sword is the triggering item.

Then, he looked at the sword, had some guesses in his mind, and used the system to retest the sword.

[The holy sword that once killed a foreign monk.]

[The sword spirit has been formatted and is being re-injected: 4/1000]

It turned out to be the case.

Chen Lang understood completely that when he first got the sword, he used the repair amulet to repair it and "formatted" it at the same time. In fact, the sword spirit did not exist.

“So, we can infuse their obsession into the sword and use it as sword spirit?” Chen Lang thought.

This is a really good place. I should have come here earlier. The ancestral land of the Heavenly Sword Sect does not bury unknown people. If all of it is poured into the sword, how powerful will the weapon spirit of this sword be?
Chen Lang immediately left this tomb and came to another nearby one with the same structure.

A huge portrait of an old man, a stone jar, and some incense sticks.

"Where is the Tao?"

He thrust the sword in, and after a while, another piece of black crumbs fell, but this time the last words were short, revealing a strong sense of disappointment.

Very much to my liking.

He reopened the system and identified the sword.

[The holy sword that once killed a foreign monk.]

[The sword spirit has been formatted and is being re-injected:]

[4/1000]

[2/800]

"What's going on?" This surprised Chen Lang, because the progress bar did not increase, but instead changed from one to two.

Never mind, it doesn't matter. The more buffs there are, the more powerful they are. It's not a bad thing anyway. Chen Lang no longer cares about it and prepares to continue collecting. But it's too slow!
He did a quick calculation and found that it would take nearly half an incense stick of time each time. There were countless tombs here and it would take an unknown amount of time to collect them all. The key point was that he was not sure if he would be kicked out if he was discovered, so he had to do it quickly.

He pondered for a moment and pulled out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

As the yellow flag came out, dust rose up. As the incantation was chanted, the surface of the flag moved like flowing water, slowly turning black, and then a black shadow crawled out from inside.

When he was in Lotus Mountain, the black priest showed him how to use the black flag. The first one was "domain" and the second one was "avatar".

He cannot use the domain, but the clone is just right to use it here.

"go."

He gave a light scolding, and the dark shadow left and ran towards another large tomb.

Then, he continued to summon black shadows, and soon summoned more than a hundred of them. His control had not reached its limit, and the main problem was that the flag began to fade, as if it had been exposed to the wind and sun for a long time.

But this was almost enough. Chen Lang sat outside the tomb, controlling more than a hundred black shadows.

Soon, a dark figure came back, holding an urn.

With a bang, Chen Lang took out the Fengming Furnace, placed it on the ground, changed it to a size of ten feet, controlled the black shadow, and poured the ashes into it.

There was a loud rustling sound, and many dark shadows surrounded the incense burner and poured all the ashes into it, soon filling it up with a shallow layer.

A quarter of an hour later, the stove was full.

"Almost done, let's do a little bit first."

Chen Lang took out a black sword and inserted it.

A moment of silence.

[We have been friends for so many years, yet you plotted against me for such a small thing. Hahaha! Song Han, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!]

This murderous intent was very strong, almost 14 times that of the previous one. As for why it was so high, it was because Chen Lang opened the system and saw the appearance of the third progress bar.

[Re-infusing spirit:]

[4/1000]

[2/800]

[27/700]

"Human vegetables are full of resentment." Chen Lang shook his head, stood on the stove, and stirred with his sword.

Suddenly, more black skin fell off the sword, and more obsessions appeared.

[If I can gain Zhong Haoran’s forgiveness by sacrificing my life, I won’t be afraid of dying a thousand times! ]

[They respected me as their leader and took me as their glory, but I saw the end and lost my courage. There was no way forward. This is the end of the Dharma.]

[As long as the foreign land is not destroyed, my life will not end! 】

【…】

[If I leave, will the He family still have a place in the sect? I won't accept this! ]

[I understand now. There is no such thing as a natural death. The world is too small to accommodate you. Someone will send you away early.]

[I will probably be buried in the ancestral temple after I die. I was a straw dog in life and will be given a posthumous title after I die. I think I see through you, ha!]

The obsession became more and more intense, and Chen Lang felt dizzy. Countless confidences surged, making his eyes darken and some scenes emerged.

Most of them were blood-colored, filled with anger, irritability, and regret. The number of progress bars on the system was also increasing rapidly, but he had no intention of paying attention to them at the moment.

"It's still not over even after death!"

Chen Lang was very upset. Should the living be tormented by the dead? He closed his eyes and began to imagine some indescribable scenes.

Only the way of decadence can get rid of the inner demons!
Soon, his mind became calm and his attention was successfully diverted, until a certain moment, when his obsession suddenly stopped and the world became quiet.

After calming down for a long time, Chen Lang stood up, feeling refreshed.

It turns out that Su Qingchan is still somewhat useful.

laugh!
He stepped onto the Fengming Furnace and drew out his black sword.

But at this moment, it is no longer its original black color.

(End of this chapter)