In this whole vast world, there are few magical weapons stronger than this magic sword. But after all, there are still a few left.
But if it's a comparison, I'm afraid no godly soldier can surpass him. Even Lord Ding of Ziyun Sect is inferior to this one.
"Are you so... not afraid that the devil will stand up and cut you off even if he is under the torment?" The demonic clone took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart and said.
"My lord is already dead, so why should I be afraid of him, Mr. Jian? You must know that reincarnation has long ceased. My lord will never appear again."
"In this case, Master Jian, I might as well ask more about the things my master has thought about but dared not do when he wanted to live." The sword spirit chuckled, and the rotation of the sword was like a person dancing.
"...."
"How could the Demon Lord think of such a traditional and serious person?" The demonic clone was stunned again and again.
"Haha, it does look like that. But I don't know what I'm thinking in my heart."
The sword spirit laughed again and said: "Since ancient times, gentle ladies and gentlemen have always been courting. A man is passionate about a woman. It is nothing more than eagerness and reserve, pretending to be sanctimonious, but in fact, he is sanctimonious and has no idea what is going on in his heart. What dirty things are you thinking about?" (Special note: Anran's appearance is different from sanctimony, which means a serious attitude. From "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio")
"My lord, Wang Wuxin and the Donghua thieves are all moved by this person. This emotion is nothing more than wanting to go to Wushan with him in the clouds and rain, praying for that night of affection."
"It's a pity that Wang Wuxin has no heart, and is even more bloodless. It's just talk about having no chicken." Sword Spirit said with regret when he mentioned Wang Wuxin.
"...."
The demonic clone coughed. These three people who were so infatuated actually became dirty people in the eyes of the sword spirit. I don’t know how the Demon Lord would feel after hearing these words if he still survived.
"It's just that they illuminate their hearts with the moon, but the moon doesn't shine on that waterway. This being looks down on them."
"..."
The demonic clone suddenly no longer wanted this demonic sword.
This sword spirit cannot be said much due to its condition. But now it’s chatter. He continued to give several examples.
Even when the Demon Lord was still weak, he accidentally saw a woman taking a bath and reacted without reservation.
The demonic clone sighed and thought of something again. Asked: "Why do you keep calling her this one? You are in the same era, don't you know her name?"
To this day, Chu Cheng still doesn’t know the name of this unspeakable person.
"I... don't know about this." Sword Spirit was silent for a moment and said helplessly: "Not only do I not know, but even my lord doesn't know. The earliest Donghua traitor who followed me also doesn't know."
"I don't know?" The demonic clone was stunned. How could he not know? These three powerful men can be said to be the most powerful generals under the command of this unspeakable man. They have been together for hundreds of millions of years.
"The origin of this person is mysterious. It became taboo when she appeared. Back then, the Donghua thief followed her, let alone the second step, and even failed to achieve the transformation into a god."
"Let alone hope without heart, the same is true for my lord. So no one dares to ask that person's name."
"It can be said that no one in the world knows her name. However, there may be a butterfly in her name."
"The word butterfly? Where did you learn about it?" the demonic clone asked.
"One day that year, for the first time, that one drank the immortal brew with all his immortal generals without using magic power to offset it. Someone was emboldened by the drunkenness and boldly asked the name of the immortal master."
"Everyone knew that the person would not tell his name, but for the first time he said two words."
"What two words?"
"Two words, Diedie. This is most likely the Immortal Lord's former nickname.
That day, after the immortal generals Tianzun learned the name of the immortal master, they were very excited and drunk. Master Jian still remembers the spectacle of that scene.
A strong man even turned a wave of Yangtze River into wine and drank it in one gulp. It was difficult to get rid of the drunkenness and fell into a deep sleep for decades.
"Ahem, that person is my lord."
"...."
The demonic clone was also made to cough. He nodded again and said: "So there is a word for butterfly. But I didn't insult her while she was sleeping, and I didn't dare. Because I said, she can be said to be my master. I didn't dare to be disrespectful."
"But if you want, you can go. I won't stop you."
"Seriously?" Sword Spirit shouted softly, causing the big sword to tremble. Obviously very excited.
"Of course it's true. It's up to you to see." The demonic clone chuckled, but there was something playful about it.
"Okay! This is what you said! Although I am also a fool, I can still tell it after a glance. Even after this existence wakes up, after deducing various things and learning about this matter, Master Jian will also say that he wants you to Let me see it."
The smile on the demonic clone's face became even wider. He nodded and said, "I will bear all of this."
"Your words are enough." Sword Spirit laughed and said, "Then I'll go, do you want to come and have a look too?"
The demonic clone turned around. Said: "I don't have to, this beautiful spring scenery is still yours..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a black rainbow flying, and the next moment there was another burst of clear light, followed by a loud noise.
Amidst the loud noise, there was another scream.
When the demonic clone heard this movement, the smile on his face became even wider.
He raised his head, followed the bamboo door in front of him, and saw the black rainbow that was originally flying staggeringly flying out of the sky, with a cry of "Holy shit."
That being was sleeping in the jade bed, but there was a layer of powerful restraining force blocking it, so no one could get close to him.
When Chu Cheng saw this person for the first time, he fell to the ground because of the touch.
As Chu Cheng's cultivation level increased, he felt the strength of this restriction more and more. If it has not reached its destiny, it cannot be broken.
The sword spirit flew upside down amidst the curses, and finally came to the blazing sun in the sky, and then stabilized the sword body.
"Damn it! You kid tricked me?" The sword spirit was so powerful that the shock almost caused the spirit body to disappear. If he didn't stop in time, this magic sword would have no sword spirit.
Nowadays, it is as dilapidated as this magic sword and no longer has its peak power.
It was about to rush down to find the demonic clone to settle the score, but in a daze, it saw a broken sword floating in the scorching sun.
Except for the hilt, this broken sword only has an extra inch of blade left.
"Fuck...it's it...why is it here too! Why is it worse than me?"
The demonic clone came to the side of the demon sword in one step and said: "Originally, only the hilt was left. It was me who found the Nine Heavens Xuan Jade, and then I had this inch of sword body. But why are you doing this? The sword body was in the battle that year. It's normal to be broken. Isn't that the case for you?"
Sword Spirit shook his head and said: "My lord is different from the Donghua thieves who are full of knowledge and only know how to kill. So naturally I don't have much ink and I don't know how to use beautiful words, so I can only go around the world with one word."
"...."
"Brother! Wake up!" Sword Spirit suddenly shouted loudly and urgently.
"Is the sword spirit in this sword male?" the demonic clone asked.
Logically speaking, the natal vessel and the spirit of the vessel follow its owner, and the cause of separation is female.
"Idiot! Wake up soon!" Demon Sword Sword Spirit suddenly changed his words.
It was only after a while that the Jiutian Xuanjian didn't reply, and the sword spirit laughed.
"Sure enough, the spirit in this sword is still a fool."
"...."
"What do you mean by this?" The demonic clone was stunned.
"You're a fool, that's what it means literally. This Nine Heavens Mysterious Sword can be said to be the most powerful artifact in all the worlds. But the sword spirit is a fool."
The sword spirit swung its sword, shook its head and said: "The Nine Heavens Mysterious Sword can strike with a strike from Daotian. What is Daotian? It means that it is above the path of heaven. Unfortunately, this sword spirit seems to have followed its first-generation master in countless battles. Over time, it will eventually die together with its owner. Only some fragments of the sword spirit remain."
"Isn't that the first master of this sword?" The demonic clone exclaimed after hearing this.
"No." Sword Spirit spoke again: "This is what my Lord heard from the Donghua traitor. This first Lord seems to be the most important person to the Immortal Lord. After that person died, the Immortal Lord cut off his own life. Continuing this sword and sewing the fragments of the sword spirit together like rags will restore it to its original form."
"It's just that the sword spirit has lost its brain. It only has its shape but not its spirit. That's why we call it a fool."
"..." The demonic clone was startled, and then took a deep breath. He asked again: "But I heard that this sword was made of Jiutian Xuanyu by that one."
"That's just to complete the sword body." Sword Spirit spoke again and sighed. Said: "The sword spirit is a fool. This sword is still so strong. If it were at its peak, I'm afraid we and other swordsmen would only be able to admire it."
"If that person were in charge of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Sword that had not damaged the sword spirit at the beginning, I am afraid that the emperor would not be that person's opponent. Unfortunately... the sword spirit has become a fool."
The sword spirit sighed with emotion and said with some fear: "Fortunately, the sword master was smart at the beginning and broke through the siege to escape before my master still had strength. Otherwise, he would have become a fool like the sword spirit of this sword."
"You abandoned your master and left, so you have the nerve to boast about yourself?" The demonic clone didn't know what to say about this sword.
"You don't understand, my lord just wants me to break out of the siege. Now it's his wish. If it's too late, it will be a great disservice to his old man's trust."
"...."
"Ahem, I know you think Master Jian and I are unreliable. But at the critical moment, I can still save your life. Unless I meet someone who can make me unable to resist. Then I will run away."
The demonic clone took another deep breath.
"How much power can you exert with your current strength?"
"Invincible under the second step. The first shot is a little difficult, but it's still possible. Yangzhao can only hide it. After all, you know, Master Jian is in really bad shape right now." Sword Spirit replied.
"I...what do you need me for?" The demonic clone inhaled, inhaled, and inhaled again.
"I can teach you how to run. When I was in the hands of my lord, I saw hundreds of thousands of monks running for their lives, not just a million. I have memorized those running methods in my mind."
"As the saying goes, learn for a while and use for a lifetime. I believe in you, Master Jian." Sword Spirit said proudly.
"You should stay here and talk to Can Jian for a while, maybe you can awaken his sanity."
The demonic clone prepared to leave, leaving the demonic sword to destroy itself in the Taichu space.
"No, I have something to say! At least let me swallow the pieces of my lord's statue to replenish my body. It's Wutian Divine Iron. I've always been reluctant to eat it."
"It's broken now anyway. If you don't eat it, you won't eat it for free."
"..."
