I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

The first thousand and thirty-eight chapters dialogue with sword spirit!

A big sigh of relief, this is not my own baby, it is really not that easy to use it handily. That kid Ge Hong didn’t know where he got the wooden sword, let alone how he could control the sword spirit.

Perhaps he had never controlled it, or even discovered the existence of the sword spirit.

By the way, why does this sword spirit tremble at this time? Kunpeng still did not find the answer.

If the sword spirit could speak and communicate with him, perhaps he would know what was going on. It’s a pity that Sword Spirit can’t communicate with him after all, and he will probably never know the secret of Sword Spirit.

It doesn’t matter, as long as he can subdue the sword spirit, when he needs it, the sword spirit will help him, that’s enough.

Putting away the wooden sword, he was about to get up and leave, but he felt the trembling of the wooden sword again.

“Sword Spirit, can you tell me what happened?” Kunpeng couldn’t help but asked in a low voice. Although he asked, he actually didn’t expect Sword Spirit to answer.

“Who is doing it, trying to communicate with me.” The ethereal, seemingly non-existent voice, seems to come from the sky, and it seems to come from the ancient times, but when I feel it carefully, it seems to come from the depths of Kunpeng’s mind.

“Sword Spirit, are you talking to me?”

“Don’t you ask me?”

It was confirmed, it was indeed the voice of the sword spirit, a feeling from the depths of the soul.

Yes, it’s just a feeling!

Kunpeng could feel the sword spirit’s reply, not hear it. But this reply is as real as hearing the sound in the ear. Besides, this reply was not his imagination, but from the outside, it was Jian Ling’s reply.

What he didn’t understand was why the sword spirit’s voice came from the depths of his soul.

“Sword Spirit, are you not from the outside world, but in the soul of this seat?”

“Fart, can I live as a foreigner? I am independent, and communicate with your soul at this time, just because the wooden sword is in your arms, that’s all.”

Kunpeng knew that he had a special function on his body. Putting any treasure into his arms, he could disappear instantly, as if he had entered an empty storage space, but when he needed it, he could read it at will and stretch his hand to his arms. Inside, you can instantly take out the baby you need. What Jian Ling was talking about was this storage space that he himself found to be incomparably magical.

In fact, he himself didn’t know how to call this function, so he temporarily named him a storage space.

“Okay, Sword Spirit, I understand. Then can you tell me, who can summon you? Is your trembling for no reason just a response to being summoned?”

“Yes. As for who it is, if I know it and ask you to ask, I can go back immediately. But the people who do this obviously don’t fully understand me, just want to surrender me, just like you did just now. It’s the same. He uses some kind of mysterious spell, you use your own spiritual power, and both are similar. But your distance is very close, which can prevent me from leaving for the time being.”

Kunpeng was ashamed: “Don’t you want to follow this seat?”

“Why should I follow you? I am a sword spirit, with my own thinking and execution ability. I am willing to stay because in my experience, no one suitable person can own me. Therefore, anyone can own me, You may lose me at any time.”