I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

It lay there silently across the broken sword.

The remains of a body that has stood for tens of thousands of years should have been eroded by time, at most like the corpses above, having lost their flesh and blood, leaving only bones.

But it clearly isn't.

It not only still has flesh and blood, but also the spiritual energy that faintly flows through its meridians.

The skin on his arm was covered with fine, spiderweb-like dark purple lines.

These patterns writhed slightly as if alive, emanating a cold, sinister, and cursed power—

Ningruan doesn't understand it.

However, if the remnant soul within Han Ze's body were here, it would surely recognize him at a glance.

This is the unique curse of their Cursed Raven Clan.

The ultimate curse.

It is a curse that was created by countless top experts who sacrificed themselves to empower it.

So even after thousands of years, the curse has not been completely dispelled.

But it should be soon.

After all, even the cursed crow swordsman who suppressed the arm is gone. It's only a matter of time before it breaks free from the curse and leaves the canyon.

The red sword stood silently above the severed hand.

They are quietly searching for a place to slip in.

Just then, the fingertips of that arm twitched very slightly.

A clearer, more seductive voice echoed from the bottom of the canyon:

Do you want to... become an immortal?

"Help me escape... I can help you become an immortal..."

"Help me..."

"Otherwise, you will die..."

The threat was made without any attempt to conceal it!

The red sword emitted a sharp hum, its blade trembled, and the magical artifact covering it was shaken off and fell to the ground.

The sword tip pointed directly at the severed hand.

suddenly.

Something even Ning Ruan hadn't anticipated happened.

Its red sword emitted a childish voice, the gender of which was difficult to discern.

"You...are weak..."

I... will kill you!

His voice was childish, his speech was incomplete, and he seemed to be struggling to speak.

But it did speak!

Ning Ruan opened her mouth.

His expression was one of extreme surprise.

Her half-body spirit sword, the spirit sword that had always communicated with her through her thoughts, actually spoke?

"What happened? Did something go wrong down there?"

Mu Yiqiu had been keeping an eye on Ning Ruan, and when she noticed that Ning Ruan's expression was off, she immediately asked her what was wrong.

Ning Ruan: "..." I don't know how to explain this.

"It seems like something has happened."

For example, the severed hand, which still retained a tiny bit of the immortal's soul, sensed the provocation and disdain of a spirit sword.

Then... it got angry.

The severed hand seemed to suddenly come to life, struggling desperately.

Its surface is covered with dark purple patterns that flicker and change.

Then, with a crisp crack, a small crack appeared on the broken sword!

The ground at the bottom of the entire canyon began to shake violently.

A continuous cracking sound came from the ice wall above! The terrifying sword energy, accumulated over countless ages, began to stir restlessly like a giant dragon awakening!

at the same time.

The powerful figures from the ten races who had entered suddenly raised their heads and all looked in a certain direction.

"Grand Master of the Imperial Clan Court, what's wrong?"

A hundred miles away from the altar, all the cultivators of the Xuan Shui Clan stopped when the Grand Master suddenly halted.

The Grand Master frowned slightly, his gaze still fixed on that direction.

His voice was cold and clear: "There seems to be sword energy at that location."

Just a moment ago, she definitely sensed the sword energy.

But now when I try to sense it again, I can't sense anything at all.

"Let's go take a look over there."

The group of cultivators who had just escaped from the altar were not very keen on going.

All they wanted to do right now was get out of this awful place.

But since the Grand Master of Ceremonies wouldn't leave, they had no choice but to follow.

There's no way around it; there's a cultivation limit here. If a real fight breaks out, Nascent Soul cultivators will still play a significant role.

Several other cultivators from different races were also heading towards the canyon.

Of course, the Shadow Clan and the Flame Clan are exceptions.

They also sent people this time.

However, due to the death of their own master, they had to be even more cautious.

They also did not detect any sword energy.

After the search yielded no results, they decided to leave.

……

The sword energy within the canyon suddenly became violent and unstable, almost erupting.

Then it suddenly calmed down quickly and returned to peace.

The transition from rage to calm takes only a moment.

hum!

A familiar, clear sword cry soared from the bottom of the valley, piercing through the turbulent flow of sword energy and clearly reaching the top of the canyon.

The next moment, a streak of crimson light shot out from the abyss!

The light faded, revealing the true form of the spirit sword.

The crimson longsword was currently hovering in mid-air.

She was wrapped in that fairy robe.

There was a slight bulge clearly visible inside the clothing.

Considering the reason why the red sword went down, the nature of this bulge is self-evident.

Li Chuan didn't even dare to look.

But he couldn't help but keep glancing at the sword.

Mu Yiqiu also stared intently at the raised area on the red sword.

Unlike others, her soul had truly seen that strange arm.

If it weren't for the remnant soul of a senior figure who ultimately sent her away.

She couldn't even guarantee that she wouldn't be bewitched.

That thing seems to be able to control people's minds.

"This thing... is it going to be stored in the immortal artifact now?" Mu Yiqiu had no intention of lifting the immortal robe to take another look. "Ning Ruan, don't blame me for not warning you, she seems to be able to bewitch people."

“I think I’ve already seen it before,” Ning Ruan said.

This guy doesn't seem very bright; he actually tried to bewitch her spirit sword.

Oh, actually, it's not that I'm not smart.

As is generally speaking, spirit swords are mostly controlled by the divine sense of sword cultivators.

The seductive power of the severed hand can indeed reach the sword cultivator directly through the spirit sword.

But Ningruan isn't.

She doesn't need any control.

We were already of one mind.

"..." It can't even be said that they are the same anymore; her sword is infuriating.

Mind this.

Ning Ruan strode forward.

Suddenly, the fairy robes were lifted.

Put it back on yourself.

The protruding severed hand appeared right before their eyes.

Li Chuan stared wide-eyed and instinctively took a step back.

Mu Yiqiu did not retreat, but instantly summoned his natal flying sword, his expression solemn.

Li Mu watched quietly.

A hint of surprise also appeared on Leng Su's face.

The severed hand, covered with dark purple patterns, seemed to possess a life of its own. Even after being pierced by the red sword, its five fingers continued to twist and claw, trying to break free.

The dark purple patterns flickered, appearing even dimmer than before.

"How dare you, mere mortals, desecrate this great being..."

"You all deserve to die..."

A hoarse, distorted, and completely off-key voice filled their ears.

But it's just that it sounds bad.

There was no bewitching, seduction, or other such situation.

Aside from ear discomfort, it had absolutely no other impact.

The next instant, the red sword trembled slightly.

A crimson light swept across the sword, like the strongest shackles, firmly suppressing the struggle of the severed hand.

The other person's twisted fingers instantly fell silent.

The sound disappeared as well.

"How could this be?" Mu Yiqiu was incredulous. Even though she knew Ning Ruan's sword was extraordinary, she never expected it to be this extraordinary. "Your sword can suppress it?"

It even seems to be more effective than the sword of the predecessor?