Chapter 906

PS: It’s the 30th anniversary of the Chinese New Year, and the 13th wishes all brothers and sisters a happy family, and your wishes come true.

Deep in the mountains and forests, all sounds were silent, and all the poisonous insects and raptors were dormant, daring not to show their heads.

With the Butterfly Emperor, poisonous insects and raptors, all of them retreated, or they were doomed to fail.

On the edge of a deep pool, three figures descended from the sky and stopped.

The three were none other than Yang Xuan, Diehuang, and Sikong Ao.

"Brother, is that sword spirit really here?"

"Can't be wrong."

Yang Xuan looked directly at the water pool in front of him, and said coldly, "Are you coming out by yourself, or do you want me to do it, please come out."

The world was silent, and there was no response.

"Master, do you want me to go down and help you find it out?"

Butterfly Emperor trusts Yang Xuan unconditionally. Although she didn't notice anything in the pool, she also knew that the snake-shaped sword must be under the pool.

As for the spirit of the sword, she didn't take it seriously at all. A small sword spirit is not her opponent at all.

Sword spirits, in a word, are still souls, and only sword spirits like purgatory boys can hope to condense their fleshly bodies.

For the Butterfly Emperor, he was born to be the nemesis of the existence of souls.

Yang Xuan didn't answer, but his voice was a little colder, "I'll give you three breaths, and after three breaths, if you still don't come out, don't blame me for being rude to you."

After that, he started to count, "One, two..."

"No, I'll just come out."

At this moment, a three-foot-long snake-shaped long sword rushed up from the bottom of the deep pool. After all, he didn't dare to annoy Yang Xuan, and showed an old man's face in the air.

Needless to say, the old man's face was the sword spirit of the serpent-shaped long sword. Judging from his pale face, it was obvious that he was severely injured.

"This sword really has a sword spirit!"

Sikong Ao narrowed his eyes, but he knew that not every artifact has a spirit. In fact, any artifact, regardless of its level, needs to go through a long period of precipitation before it can give birth to a spirit.

"Human, I have come out, you have to promise not to kill me."

The old man looked at Yang Xuan with a hoarse voice. He was really afraid of Yang Xuan, and he was even more afraid of the existence in the purgatory sword.

Just now, he had been hiding well, but he was still found by that person, and he was also injured by a mental force from the air. This is still the other party's mercy, otherwise he would have been lost.

Yang Xuan didn't talk nonsense, pointed at Sikong Ao and said, "If you want to live, you can, but you have to recognize him as the master."

Previously, he asked Sikong Ao to chase, just to give Sikong Ao a chance, who would have thought that Sikong Ao could not succeed.

But it doesn't matter, with him, this opportunity is destined to fail.

"Brother, how is this possible?"

Just at a glance, Sikong Ao knew that the snake-shaped long sword was unusual, a rare high-grade artifact, and a high-grade artifact that gave birth to the sword spirit, its value was even more incalculable.

"What can't be used, you see, I already have this divine sword in my hand, and I don't need any other divine weapon."

Yang Xuan raised the purgatory sword in his hand, and said to the old man, "My sworn brother, whether it is family background, cultivation strength, or talent potential, is not at all worse than that Gongliangxiu, you follow him, There will be many benefits in the future, and one day, it may even condense flesh and blood."

"warm bodies!"

The old man's face moved for a while, but he was a little hesitant. After all, a sword spirit like them, once the host died, would also suffer.

It is said that Gong Liangxiu's death has almost wiped him out. If the new host dies again, he will really cease to exist.

Seeing the old man's face not saying a word, Die Emperor snorted coldly: "Little old man, my master has been very kind to you. If you don't know each other, this emperor will be the first to let you go."

"What are you?"

The old man's face could see that the Butterfly Emperor was an outlier, but he couldn't see the specific situation of the Butterfly Emperor, but the Butterfly Emperor's tone was too arrogant, which made him angry and very unhappy.

"You just need to know that I am higher than you."

"Higher than me, I can't see it."

"It seems that I don't give you any color. You still think I have no temper. Remember, there are not ten or eight sword spirits like you that I have swallowed before."

During the speech, the Butterfly Emperor gave off a tyrannical breath, which immediately changed the old man's face, it felt like a cat and mouse met a cat, and he hurriedly shouted to Yang Xuan: "Human, I promise you, I will recognize it. He is the Lord."

"The person who knows the current affairs is Junjie, and your choice is not wrong."

Yang Xuan nodded.

Everything went well, Cang Laotian immediately concluded a contract with Sikong Ao, and Sikong Ao also successfully mastered the snake-shaped long sword.

This sword is called Dragon and Snake Sword, and the old man's face calls himself Old Snake, with a strength comparable to that of the Supreme Being.

In addition, according to Old Snake, he was not a naturally born spirit. Its body was originally an ancient snake, which was later beheaded. Sword Spirit.

"Thank you bro."

After a long time, Sikong Ao put away the Dragon and Snake Sword. He was both excited and moved. He was excited by the divine sword, and moved by Yang Xuan's generosity.

Although the two are brothers, but in the face of absolute interests, the father and son may turn against each other and face each other with swords, not to mention those who are not related by blood?

It can be said that Yang Xuan really regarded him as a brother.

"One generation and two brothers, don't give me anything to thank you in the future."

Yang Xuan waved his hand and took out a simple storage ring.

"Is this Gongliang Xiu?"

Sikong Ao's eyes flickered slightly, and he vaguely guessed something.

"Exactly."

Yang Xuan nodded, sinking his mind into the storage ring, and found a magical medicine inside at a glance, and in addition to the magical medicine, there were also many other weapon pills and rare treasures.

Even Yang Xuan discovered an ancient book, which recorded a practice of the most yin and evil, called "Tongtian Xuanyin Art".

Although this technique is very tyrannical, it is a veritable god-level technique, but it is not suitable for Yang Xuan to practice. Besides, Yang Xuan already has the Great Burning Heaven Technique and has successfully practiced it, so he does not need to switch to other techniques. , that is only bad for him, not good.

Soon, Yang Xuan put away the storage ring and said to Sikong proudly: "Let's go, while it's still safe, hurry up."

With that said, he took the Butterfly Emperor and flew out of the forest with Sikong Ao, and continued to go deep into the secret realm of time and space.

For some reason, the further forward, the more Yang Xuan could feel a call.

This call does not come from the depths of the soul, but from a strange energy, which faintly echoes a power in his body, as if from the same source.