The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

The crack is only big enough for one person to enter, and its shape is an extremely elongated diamond, a bit like the shape left by a sword. It is as black as ink and its depth is unknown.

After getting closer, Sheng Qing felt countless fine sword energy emanating from it, resulting in no sea beasts daring to approach within a few hundred meters around the crack.

When she tried to enter, she was blocked by a domineering aura.

After sensing that it was not the aura of demons and that there were disciples of the sect inside, she gave up the idea of ​​destroying the restriction by force.

"What is this?" Yu Mian turned her head and curiously asked about her human-shaped immortal cultivation treasure book - Snake Xiaosheng.

Sheng Qing looked at it several times in a row, searching almost all his memories, and finally found a possibility in the corners. "Every thousand years, the world of immortal cultivation will encounter a catastrophe. Countless strong people have fallen in this sea area, including some amazingly powerful people. After their death, there is a small chance that their powerful weapons will be lost."

"And the sword energy above is like a rainbow, and it has not dissipated for thousands of years. It may be the place where the ancient spiritual sword fell."

"Of course, it could also be a natural creature that has not yet been born."

"Spirit sword?" When Yu Mian heard this result, he was not surprised at all. He felt that this was worthy of being a favorite of heaven.

"Then Junior Sister Ning might have been captured by the spirit sword to sign a contract?" She squatted down and moved closer to the crack, trying to get some clues from it, but she could only see a dark mass.

Under the rift, Ning Yue, whose half sea of ​​consciousness was occupied by the Sea of ​​Jealousy, was struggling hard. He thought he was doomed, but after falling into the sea, he was entangled by a powerful spiritual consciousness.

She was only a Nascent Soul, how could she possibly resist the erosion of the Jealous Sea Demon General? The initial battle for spiritual consciousness was like a crushing defeat, forcing her to retreat inch by inch and shrink in place.

My body felt like it was filled with lead, sinking deeper and deeper, and I couldn't see any light through my eyelids.

I thought I could only go this far, but when I thought of Senior Sister Yu, my worries were relieved a little and I accepted my fate.

Unexpectedly, his body fell into a very deep crack, which looked like a hole opened by the sharpest weapon in the world, and it was bottomless.

Until he touched the weapon, he seemed to hear a faint voice in a trance, "God's favorite, born with a sword body?"

"Forget it, barely worthy of me..."

There was a cut on her palm, and she grasped a piece of the sword hilt. Her consciousness seemed to be injected with a stimulant, and she woke up instantly, started to fight back, and tried to take back her own body.

It took her four months to get from 19 to 50-50 now.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, the Jealous Sea Demon General looked at the delicious spirit being that was getting more and more excited as he fought, and his greedy eyes gradually turned into fear.

After another confrontation, he suddenly pulled back his hand, looked at his injured soul, and took a step back.

One step and the situation turned around.

Ning Yue completely regained more than half of her sea of ​​consciousness, and practiced with a warrior who was several times stronger than herself in her spiritual consciousness, making the use of the Silver Moon Flowing Frost in her hand become more and more handy.

The only drawback is that the sword spirit is too noisy.

"What are you? Get down on your knees!"

"Demons, I haven't killed any in a long time!"

"How weak!"

"If you are weak, kneel down before me and my new master!"

"Bah, what a dish!"

Ning Yue, a person of few words and gentle temperament, had her reputation completely ruined by her own sword spirit. She really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

And she couldn't stop it from cursing. After all, her cultivation was still weak and she couldn't command a magic sword.

"Liushuang, stop cursing." Ning Yue listened and advised.

Instead, the divine sword turned against him and started to scold him, "Shut up too. It took you so long to kill such a rookie. Apart from a set of fierce sword skills, the rest of his body was horrible. Don't cultivators nowadays know even the divine sword techniques?"

"Just listen to me and I'll teach you!"

"After we defeat the demons, take me back to the upper realm!"

"Listen carefully, the first move, the first form, slash the white horse with the sword!"

Ning Yue understood instantly when she heard this, this meant the divine sword truly recognized her as its master from the bottom of its heart.

I want to teach her the sword technique that suits my own style.

She quickly got into position, circulated her spiritual power according to the mental method, and tried her best to comprehend the somewhat obscure mental method. Gradually, she entered a mysterious realm and saw the traces of time floating in the air, like double images.

Time flies like an arrow, and the sword breaks through time.

The defeated Jealous Sea Demon General was in great pain. Not only was he mocked as the Left Protector, but his soul was even injured by the unidentified object.

You know, he is a true demon. At most his body will be destroyed and he will be reborn in the blood pool. In these tens of thousands of years, nothing has been seen that can hurt his origin.

Feeling the cold silver light, he was overcome by a fear of facing his natural enemy. He even wanted to retreat and run away.

There is no need to risk your life for a bite of meat.

This thought came to me like a rolling stone on a mountain, unable to stop and growing more and more intense.

Ning Yue understood the sword moves all at once, and the long sword slashed out as fast as the wind, bringing with it astonishing power.

A sword fell.

The Jealous Sea Demon General turned around and crawled out of this body and stopped playing with her.

After perfectly dodging the sword shadow, he thought with some disdain, what kind of magic sword is this? It's nothing special.

His evil spirit emerged from the gap like a loach, and met the person he least wanted to meet at the moment.

"Sheng Qing?!"

His scalp tingled and he turned around and wanted to run, but he could only turn into a ball of thin soul mist that was pinched between his fingertips and twisted around.

I thought it was a feast for myself, but now there are wolves in front and tigers behind. Alas!

Before he could say anything else, he felt a sword energy slicing through his soul body, instantly cutting him in half.

Jealous Sea: !!?

No?

That sword just now? !

Sheng Qing felt the delayed attack in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and found it slightly interesting.

In the abyss, Ning Yue felt that the sword he had just struck had hit her. Her eyes lit up slightly. It was indeed a divine sword.

The sword spirit in his hand boasted, "White colt means time. Killing a white colt with a sword is like killing someone through time. It can leave a sword for the enemy in the future, or cut off his sword in the past."

"Unfortunately, your cultivation is not enough, so you can only postpone it. When you have enough cultivation in the future, you can directly cut off his soul at the last moment."

"Ahem...but considering it's your first time learning, it's okay for now." It chattered to hide its guilty conscience.

Found a treasure!

I used to look down on these mortals from the lower world, and after observing them for such a long time, I barely showed any interest in them. I didn't expect that they were actually geniuses!

Don't let her run away, settle it down quickly.

"I am barely qualified to be my sword master. You can give me a new name." It urged with a bit of arrogance.

The magic sword recognizes its master and its name changes with the master.

Ning Yue flicked the sword, and a sound like a dragon roaring and a phoenix croaking rang out, the sound lingering and filled with a chilling chill.

"Let's call it Anjing." Thinking that it is so noisy, I gave it a quieter name to cure its noisy problem.

Excalibur: ...?