Chapter 525
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"Eh?" Long Bufan's voice was a little surprised. His eyes flashed as he gently flicked his finger and immediately released a strand of Yuan Power, sucking the falling black sword into his hand.
"This is the evil sword that Ouyang Hua used to devour one's Yuan Spirit."
Long Bufan was pleasantly surprised as he muttered to himself. A strange ripple was faintly emitted from the black sword that had landed in his hand. This ripple caused the Yuan Spirit illusory figure within his Dantian to tremble in an indescribable panic.
"It was actually unable to incinerate even in the Burning Sky Cauldron. What a strange sword." Long Bufan waved the black sword in his hand. The swift and fierce sword wind flashed with resplendent black light, faintly containing a strand of obscure devouring energy, causing him to involuntarily click his tongue in amazement.
Shortly after, Long Bufan's spiritual consciousness moved slightly. He transferred a wisp of soul power from his spiritual sea of consciousness and condensed it into a fingernail-sized seal. He pointed his finger at it and it suddenly floated into the black sword.
Generally speaking, this kind of Spiritual Artifact would have a Spiritual Brand that was left behind by its owner. However, Ouyang Hua had already turned into ashes along with her Primordial Spirit, so the so-called Spiritual Brand had naturally vanished into thin air.
Therefore, Long Bufan's Soul Power was not hindered as it directly imprinted itself onto the evil sword.
As Long Bufan's Spiritual Brand was imprinted, the Yuan Spirit shadow in his Dantian abruptly stopped trembling. Evidently, it was no longer afraid of the evil sword in his hand.
After keeping the black sword in his storage bag, he glanced at the ten corpses below as a greedy glint surfaced in his bright eyes. Soon after, he saw Long Bufan beckon with his hand as the ten storage bags flew over under the guidance of Yuan Power. All of them were caught in his hand as his spiritual senses directly burrowed into them and began to wantonly search.
The contents of these storage bags were rather messy. However, they were still plentiful. Other than some valuable Spiritual Herbs, there were various kinds of martial arts. However, none of them caught Long Bufan's eye. Nevertheless, they were more suitable for An Sen, Bo Xiong and the rest to cultivate.
Soon after, Long Bufan was all smiles as he kept his spoils of war into his storage bag. After which, his eyes were ice-cold as he looked around this messy bamboo forest. He did not linger here for too long as the pair of dragon wings on his back trembled slightly. Air flowed as his body suddenly shot up.
"Ch ~!" Lightning flowed on the purple symbols on his dragon wings. His speed was as quick as lightning as he appeared on a hill a hundred feet away in the blink of an eye.
"An Sen, we can call it a day. "said Long Bufan looked at An Sen and the rest below as his ice-cold eyes were suffused with a blood-red lustre.
"Se … Sir?" An Sen's face was aghast as he looked at the dragon-like monster floating in the air. He had seen Long Bufan's Dragon Blood Demon Soldier form before. However, after this evolution, its shape had changed significantly. Black Qi swirled around its body as it emitted a frightening bloodthirsty aura.
The twenty berserkers beside him had never seen Long Bufan's transformation before. They thought that it was some kind of orc and were so frightened that they immediately turned the muzzles of their Yuan Crystal Cannons towards Long Bufan, who was standing in the air.
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