The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

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It is not a rare thing for a divine sword to have a sword spirit, but it always requires a process. Under the Heavenly Dao, there are only a few divine swords with sword spirits, and they have been transformed for thousands of years.

Who has ever seen the existence of the sword spirit when this divine sword was just cast?

His heart was full of confusion, but Ou Yezi could no longer care about it at this time. Dragon power surged in his hand, and then a palm-sized formation was imprinted on the sword.

The originally trembling sword suddenly became quiet. After inserting the dark long sword into the scabbard, Ou Yezi breathed a sigh of relief.

Kong Xuan and Li Gen walked over, glanced at the long sword in Ou Yezi's hand, hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "That was the sword spirit just now?"

Upon hearing the inquiry, Ou Yezi shook his head and said, "I don't know."

After frowning and thinking for a while, Ou Yezi said: "I can't keep this sword with me for the time being. I would like you two to take this sword back to Zhenhai Dragon Palace and let the Dragon Emperor take a look before talking about it."

Seeing that Ou Yezi, who was familiar with the meaning of the sword, was a little unsure at this time, Kong Xuan nodded and took the divine sword from Ou Yezi's hand, leaving only a mortal sword in Ou Yezi's hand.

After cupping their hands, the two of them left Zhanlu Mountain with their long swords and headed straight for Zhenhai Dragon Palace.

At this moment, Zhu Yanyu walked over slowly, looked at the frowning Ou Yezi and said, "Are you worried about something?"

Ou Yezi shook his head and his brows relaxed: "It's not that I'm worried about anything, it's just that I can't understand it. I didn't notice this sword intention before."

"Is it a good thing or a bad thing?" Zhu Yanyu asked worriedly.

"I can't tell you yet. I can only wait and see what the Dragon Emperor has to say." Glancing at his wife, Ou Yezi straightened her long hair at the temples: "Don't worry, it shouldn't be a bad thing."

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Since the matter was serious, Kong Xuan and Li Gen returned to Zhenhai Dragon Palace with their long swords, not daring to show any signs of neglect. It was no small matter that the newly forged long swords might have sword spirits.

After bringing the divine sword back to the Zhenhai Dragon Palace, Kong Xuan and Li Gen quickly walked into the main hall of the Dragon Palace. They looked at the Dragon Emperor Ao Fan sitting on the dragon throne and immediately bowed.

"Meet the Dragon King!"

Hearing the voice, Ao Fan did not raise his head, but still stared at the jade slip in his hand, and asked lightly: "You're back?"

"Reporting to the Dragon Emperor, Ou Yezi has forged three divine swords, but there is something wrong with the third divine sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ao Fan was seen holding the jade slip in his hand, and his fingers moved slightly. Kong Xuan felt a tremor from the divine sword in his raised hands.

"Hey~"

I saw the divine sword in Kong Xuan's hand flying towards Ao Fan in an instant. In an instant, it stopped in front of Ao Fan.

Glancing at the dark divine sword in front of him, Ao Fan's eyes flashed, and then he let out a chuckle.

"I didn't make a mistake, it's the Sword Spirit."

Hearing the Dragon King say that there is a sword spirit in the divine sword, Kong Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed joy, even Li Gen was no exception.

"Congratulations Dragon King!"

"Congratulations to me for what? This is Ou Yezi's credit, and this sword has no other effect on our Zhenhai Dragon Palace."

Ao Fan lightly tapped the divine sword in front of him with his finger, and Ao Fan's eyes flashed. This sword should look like Zhan Lu. There may be only one divine sword in the world without any murderous intent.

As if he was interested, Ao Fan looked at the divine sword in front of him and asked, "Does it have a name?"

"We don't dare to arrogate the title of such a sacred object." Kong Xuan and Li Gen said in unison.

"Ha~" After a chuckle, Ao Fan shook his head helplessly, and then said: "This sword was cast in Zhanlu Mountain, and there is a sword spirit, so let's call it Zhanlu."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Lu's sword trembled, and then spun around Ao Fan, seeming to like this name very much.

After reaching out and stroking the sword, Ao Fan then smiled and said: "The sword spirit is transformed by benevolence, so it is not surprising that it has no murderous intent. It's just that the opportunity for this sword is not in my Zhenhai Dragon Palace."

After thinking for a while, Ao Fan condensed a little dragon power in his hand, and then lightly touched the sword body.

Just for a moment, the sword body trembled suddenly, and then the golden light emitted, and countless dark golden lines appeared on the sword body.

Although the sword is still dark from a distance, if you look closer you can see the dark golden lines on the sword body.

"It's a coincidence that you are here today, I will give you an opportunity."

His fingers traced the blade of the sword, and he saw the Zhanlu Sword move horizontally for an instant, and then he saw Ao Fan flick his finger, and the Zhanlu Sword shot out quickly, and rushed out of the Zhenhai Dragon Palace.

Li Gen and Kong Xuan were both stunned when they saw this scene, and they couldn't help but become curious. They didn't know what caused the Dragon King to deal with this sword like this.

"Nowadays, saints are about to appear in the world. I have said before that there are many people who have achieved enlightenment and become immortals, but there is probably only one who can truly be called a saint."

"Let's give this sword to him for now."

The voice of the Dragon King came from the main hall of the Dragon Palace, and the Zhanlu Divine Sword that had been shot out of the Dragon Palace now headed straight for the coast of the East China Sea.

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The capital of the State of Lu, in a large-scale school

Confucius, who was sitting on a high platform, was reading from the bamboo slips in his hand. Under the high platform were students wearing Confucian robes, some old and some young.

The sound of reciting is loud and continuous, like fairy music, which makes people intoxicated.

At this time, Kong Qiu's strong luck on the high platform had already been condensed into the inscription of heaven, but others could not see it clearly.

As Confucius spoke every word, countless forces gathered. At this time, Confucius already had a faint attitude towards enlightenment.

Confucius felt something since he debated the scriptures with Lao Dan in Haojing. After returning to the state of Lu, he began to teach and teach disciples. Combining what the sages said and adding his own insights, he began to spread Confucianism.

Today's Confucianism is already very popular in the State of Lu, and it has considerable influence on all countries in the world. Today, Confucius has the qualifications to become a saint.

Just when Confucius was concentrating on reciting, a ray of light came from the east. It didn't seem to have the slightest murderous intention, but its power was not small.

Confucius stopped reciting and looked up at the sky. He saw the light coming from the east and piercing him. He didn't panic. He just slowly stretched out his hand and stretched it in front of him. There was a faint white light. Release it.

The rapid light stopped instantly, and the movement was so loud that it alarmed many people.

Everyone looked at it intently, their expressions were stunned for a moment, and they started to scream.

"It's a sword!"