Little Ball swatted at Yan Seven with a claw. Yan Seven was smashed into the ground with only his head sticking out of the ground. He stared at Little Ball with a dumbfounded expression.
"Second Master, you …" Yan Seven said with a pale face.
He didn't know what had happened at all. He was hit by Little Ball for no reason and had a terrible headache.
Little Ball's mouth moved up and down, but Yan Seven didn't hear anything. He woke up with a start and immediately undid his listening ability. He then heard Little Ball's exasperated voice, "Little Seven, are you going to defy the heavens? You don't even listen to this noble one?"
"Second Master, what did you say just now?" Cold sweat poured down Yan Seven's forehead.
"Nothing, I just called you but you didn't respond …"
Little Ball raised its head and stared at Yan Seven. "However, there is one thing I need you to do."
Yan Seven's body shook and shook out of the ground. He looked expectantly at Little Ball. This was a great chance to improve his impression.
"Second Master, please tell me. Yan Seven will climb a mountain of swords and dive into a pot of boiling oil, even if I have to die ten thousand times …"
In an instant, Yan Seven had used most of the words he had learned on Earth. Little Ball felt very happy and said with a smile, "It's not a big deal. You just need to turn into your true self and stand guard at the top of the snow mountain."
"Ah …"
Yan Seven's mouth fell open as he looked at Little Ball. Why was this request so similar to the Fire Qilin's?
"Hm? You have a problem with that? "Little Ball frowned. It was hard to tell if it was eyebrows or fur.
A chill instantly spread through Yan Seven's body.
"I don't dare!"
Yan Seven shrunk his neck and chose to submit to Little Ball's tyranny. He was very depressed. He had to pretend to be someone else twice. He was sure that he didn't descend from the God Realm just to role-play.
He was going to be the main character.
In the end, Yan Seven turned into a qilin under the Fire Qilin's Great Form Displacement Art … but soon, the Fire Qilin grinned at Little Ball's cold eyes. Then, the Fire Qilin turned into the second head of the dojo who looked exactly like Little Ball.
Little Ball was very satisfied with this and shot out a wisp of origin energy that merged into Yan Seven's divine soul.
From the looks of it, the little ball that Yan Seven had transformed into was the real him.
Moreover, not even the current Primeval Lord of Heavenly Beginning of the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain could tell if it was real or not. Once everything was settled, Little Ball kicked Yan Qi directly to the peak of the snow mountain. Then, it dusted off its little paws, sat on the Fire Qilin's forehead, and snuck away from the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain.
Then, the two beasts headed straight for the Land of Fog.
…
At the same time, in the depths of the Five Ridges of Changsha County, Feng Hao, who had closed his eyes to communicate with the Xuan-Yuan Sword, suddenly opened his eyes.
A sword shadow flashed past his eyes, followed by a boundless sword intent that descended from the heavens. All the Qi Practitioners who had just passed their tribulations, including Nan Realmling and the people from the Origin Returning Sword Sect, felt a chill run down their spines as they sensed the aura of death.
"As expected …"
Sun Wukong's eyelids twitched. This was a killing sword. Feng Hao had once used it to kill a powerful demon from the outer realm.
This sword had a spirit of its own, but it didn't have a sword spirit. If it really fused with Gusu Ziheng's divine soul, it would be even more terrifying.
Moreover, this was a sealed sword. If the sword spirit unsealed it, how strong would it become?
At that moment, Nan Realmspirit's complexion was bitter. This sword … was truly not ordinary. Before the sword arrived, the berserk aura had already arrived. He looked at Fenghao anxiously. "I can go and grab a physical body with powerful talent. As for this sword … forget about it."
"You can try using a pillow to prop it up." Feng Hao said nonsensically.
"What do you mean?"
Nan Realmling was stunned.
"I mean, dream on!"
Fenghao shot a glance at the bitter-looking Nan Realmspirit and said sternly, "Do it! That brat's divine soul won't last long. "
Nan Realmling wanted to cry, but no tears came out. He knew that there was no way he could avoid this. He could only brace himself and do it.
He estimated that if he condensed Gusu Ziheng's divine soul in addition to fusing it with Feng Hao's terrifying sword, it would take at least three to five years before he could recover.
But no matter how bitter he was, he had no other choice. Shaking his head, he directly circulated the world spirit energy in his body, infusing it with a trace of summoning energy to sense Gusu Ziheng's divine soul floating in the air.
Very swiftly, golden light shot out from Nan Realmling's eyes. After that, in the air, a ball of golden light floated in the air, drifting in all directions.
"Soul, return!"
Nan Realmling let out a heaven-shaking roar. An instant later, the golden light stopped in the air. After a short moment, it shot towards Nan Realmling, as though it had seen its closest kin.
"Luckily … this brat's foundation isn't weak. He absorbed the energy of heaven and earth from the tribulation lightning, and his divine soul didn't dissipate. If he succeeds in his tribulation, who knows what kind of person he would become …"
Nan Realmling mumbled in a low voice. The condensation of Gusu Ziheng's divine soul was very smooth. In fact, Nan Realmling didn't even expend any energy at all.
Staring at the ball of light in his hand, Nan Realmling stared at Feng Hao as though he was asking for credit. "Where's the sword? I've already absorbed the divine soul of that brat. "
Others might not be able to see it, but Feng Hao could see it clearly. It was a complete divine soul, and what was even rarer was that the divine soul contained the energy of heaven and earth.
This meant that Gusu Ziheng's divine soul was in an indestructible state. If he used it as the sword spirit of the Xuanyuan Sword, not only would it have room to grow, it would also have limitless possibilities.
Feng Hao was also filled with anticipation. He wanted to know what kind of existence Gusu Ziheng would transform into after he fused with the Xuanyuan Sword.
Weng ~
At this moment, the plants in the surroundings, as well as the spirit weapons of the Qi Practitioners, all started to tremble, resonating with each other and emitting buzzing sounds, as though they were responding to some kind of fluctuation.
"Look …"
One of the Qi Practitioners saw a resplendent beam of light shooting over from the eastern horizon. This was a sword ray, bringing with it an invincible aura as it flew over.
At the instant the Xuanyuan Sword appeared, the Qi Practitioners had no way to resist its aura. They instantly knelt on the ground, and at the same time, the killing intent radiating from it caused reverence to rise in their hearts.
Weng ~
The Xuanyuan Sword revolved in the air, quietly hovering in front of Feng Hao. Feng Hao flicked his finger and said, "Go and welcome your destiny!"
Xiu!
The Xuanyuan Sword shone brightly, emitting a bone-chilling coldness that could even freeze one's soul.
Although the Xuanyuan Sword didn't have a sword spirit, it had the instincts of an ancient divine weapon. Not everyone would be able to make it submit so easily.
The Xuanyuan Sword suddenly pointed straight at Nan Realmling.
Nan Realmling's soul body trembled, sighing in his heart. What a terrifying sword. But after all, Nan Realmling had fused with the soul pearl. The energy of heaven and earth in this area was incomparably fused with it.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, his soul power gushed out, directly wrapping around the Xuanyuan Sword.
Slash!
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