"Who is your Excellency?"
Ding Xiaoyi collapsed on the ground. He didn't even have the strength to stand up.
The tribulation thundercloud had already disappeared that day, and Jian Mo Shanshuang returned to the dim environment.
Panting heavily, he secretly moved the stars, his whole body on guard.
"Who am I? Alas, after so many years, I have almost forgotten who I am?" There was endless vicissitudes and bitterness in that voice.
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but feel startled.
Listening to that voice, it felt like that person had experienced endless years.
However, this Star Dou Forest has only fallen apart for a million years. That person should have stayed in this secret realm of Sword Demon Mountain a million years ago. Maybe it was just a thought or a soul.
Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but tremble.
If it were the soul of an extremely powerful person, he would not be able to compete.
A peerless strong man who possesses the realm of immortal weapons or divine products is not something that he, a swordsman in the mortal realm, can resist.
That was a truly peerless powerhouse. Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but change his expression.
Overcoming the tribulation consumed too much of his star energy, and even his two souls were sluggish.
This time, he had used up all his so-called cultivation base cards to cross the heavenly tribulation. His star energy and the laws of heaven and earth in the sea of life were all exhausted.
At this time, he was completely weak, the stars in the sea of stars were even more dim, and he couldn't even lift any star energy.
He just collapsed on the floor of the thatched house and ignored the sudden sound.
It doesn’t matter who he is, as long as you don’t mess with him.
Although his current aura is sluggish, it does not mean that he is at the mercy of others.
He still had many cards that he had not used yet, and he knew that that person should also be secretly paying attention to his every move.
As long as he doesn't show a panicked expression, that person can't confirm whether he still has the strength to fight.
"As time goes by, it will last forever. I never expected that I would see this little guy who successfully survived the catastrophe. It really surprised me."
The sound sounded again, and at this time Ding Xiaoyi had already captured where the sound came from. The sound actually came from the magic sword that he had put into the scabbard.
He felt a shiver in his heart. Could it be that the owner of that voice was the demon sword? Isn't that demon sword the sword spirit of China?
Generally, artifacts and weapons above the artifact level will produce artifact spirits.
The higher the cultivation level of the owner of the artifact, the artifact will also be fed back by the master's cultivation level, so the artifact will also produce spiritual wisdom and give birth to an artifact spirit.
"Are you the weapon spirit of that magic sword?" Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Item Spirit, let's just call it that. You can call me this."
The voice sounded again, with a hint of melancholy in it.
"Since you are a weapon spirit, this junior has successfully overcome the tribulation and is considered half the master of the magic sword. Why are you still not happy?"
Ding Xiaoyi rested for a while and his energy improved a lot. He put his hands behind his head and asked curiously.
"Happy, why should I be happy? Do you think you will be recognized by me if you successfully embark on the Sword Demon Path? You think too highly of yourself."
The voice murmured again, with a hint of arrogance and disdain in its tone.
"No matter what, I have now successfully entered the sword demon path, and I am also the sword demon of this term. I am the master of the demon sword, don't you accept it?"
Ding Xiaoyi's voice was a bit dissatisfied, and he spoke to the magic sword spirit again.
"You? Do you know how strong the last sword demon was, and you are just an ordinary swordsman. It's too early for you to want to be my master!"
The sound of the magic sword sounded again.
After hearing the arrogant and disdainful words of the demon sword spirit, Ding Xiaoyi was slightly stunned.
The sword spirit of a mere magic sword is still so arrogant, does he really treat him as a soft persimmon?
It’s not like he has never seen the weapon spirit before. He also has the God Burial Order.
The divine order weapon spirit is many times more powerful than the magic sword weapon spirit.
"As a magic sword weapon spirit, you should have the consciousness of being a weapon spirit. Don't blame me for not reminding you, otherwise I wouldn't mind erasing you completely."
Ding Xiaoyi's voice was a little cold, and it was the Sword Demon Dao that was at work again.
"Interesting, really interesting. A little mortal sword cultivator still wants to erase me. Do you have this ability? Compared to the previous generation of sword demons, you are just a little ant, but you are still here brazenly saying that you want to erase me. . What a toad, it’s such a loud breath.”
The teasing and disdainful voice of the weapon spirit sounded in Ding Xiaoyi's ears again, and Ding Xiaoyi was angry and angry.
But there was nothing he could do with the magic sword spirit for the time being, and he was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
"If you scream again, I will throw you directly into the Qiankun Bag so that he will never see the light of day."
Ding Xiaoyi knew that this magic sword spirit did not pose any threat to him for the time being, otherwise he would not be so nagging.
A dog that bites does not bark, and a barking dog does not bite.
This magic sword weapon spirit is this kind of thing. If this magic sword spirit wanted to hurt him, he would have attacked him long ago when he was exhausted.
"Tch, do you think your little Qiankun bag can hold me? Do you think the magic sword is just an ordinary piece of scrap metal?"
The magic sword spirit mocked Ding Xiaoyi again.
"Don't go too far. It's not enough to insult me. You even want to insult my Qiankun Bag."
When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he was immediately furious, and he angrily yelled at the magic sword spirit again.
"Tsk, tsk, you're angry, come on, come on, I want to see what your kid is going to do with me?" The magic sword spirit still said teasingly to Ding Xiaoyi.
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Ding Xiaoyi was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do about that guy.
"I won't argue with you anymore. Anyway, if you follow me, I won't disgrace the name of the Sword Demon. The Demon Sword will reappear in the world. Just wait."
Ding Xiaoyi finally said angrily to the magic sword spirit.
"Okay, I'm waiting. I hope you won't break your promise, otherwise I won't mind changing my master."
The magic sword spirit was silent for a while, and then said to Ding Xiaoyi faintly.
"Tell me how the last sword demon died, so that I can avenge him."
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but feel happy. The magic sword finally admitted that he was its master. He said to the magic sword spirit leisurely.
"Buzz..."
The magic sword he threw aside casually let out a violent groan, and a black shadow emerged from the scabbard of the magic sword.
The phantom's figure was very blurry, and even its facial features were extremely blurry.
Is this the magic sword spirit? Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but wonder secretly as he looked at the blurry shadow.
"Are you seriously injured?" Ding Xiaoyi frowned slightly, then solemnly asked the blurry figure.
"Boy, with your level of cultivation, let alone avenging the previous sword demon, there is no guarantee whether you can survive to that star field battlefield."
The blurry shadow said to Ding Xiaoyi jokingly.
"I'm asking you if you're seriously injured? You don't care what happens to me in the future. Even a mortal swordsman like me can successfully overcome the calamity. Do you think that my potential can only be limited to this low-level plane?" Are you messing around?"
Ding Xiaoyi rolled his eyes at the blurry shadow, and then said impatiently.
"Whether I am seriously injured or not has nothing to do with you. Just take care of yourself."
The blurry shadow yelled at Ding Xiaoyi even more impatiently.
When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he was immediately speechless to the extreme.
This magic sword spirit has quite a bad temper, and he actually dares to scold him, the master of the magic sword.
"Okay, I won't argue with you anymore. Who killed the last sword demon? Was it his friend?"
Ding Xiaoyi recalled the picture he saw when he came into contact with the demon heart. He saw a huge
Kishi's figure was stabbed hard by his brother behind him.
It was that sword that caused the sword demon soldiers to dissolve into countless streams of light and disappear in the star field battlefield.
"Yes, the last sword demon was betrayed by his friends and had no choice but to surrender. I have been waiting here for a million years. Although there are some amazing swordsman geniuses, without exception, they have not survived the test of the tribulation. Then they all fell."
The blurry shadow said to Ding Xiaoyi in a low tone.
Ding Xiaoyi was stunned when he heard the dejected words of the magic sword spirit.
It has been a million years, but no sword cultivator has successfully survived that calamity, which shows how lucky he is.
If it hadn't been for his own adventure, he knew that he wouldn't have been able to successfully survive that disaster.
"What was the name of the last sword demon?" Ding Xiaoyi asked again curiously. "Dugu Shitian," the magic sword spirit replied to Ding Xiaoyi in a solemn tone.
