"Is the second commander swallowed by you like this?" Ji Fan asked with a calm expression, raising his sword.

"I can't swallow him yet, but there is no difference between him and death." The living soul occupying the body of the second commander smiled and said, "If I occupy your body, your soul will not just be imprisoned.

It’s easy.”

"Let's give it a try!" Ji Fan thrust out his sword, and the sword light suddenly roared out.

When Shenghun saw the sword light piercing his head, he suddenly opened his mouth, sucked in the sword light, and swallowed it directly, "Not bad, not bad, tastes good, your attack actually has a bit of a prehistoric atmosphere."

"The living soul can swallow all kinds of spiritual attacks. Even if we attack him, only the flesh and blood of the second commander will be injured. At this time, the living soul has occupied the body of the second commander, and he can use spiritual power to endlessly create flesh and blood.

." Yan Mo narrowed his red eyes, stared at the living soul, tightened his grip on the silkworm silk, and came to Ji Fan's side.

"Little girl knows a lot, but you are destined not to get out of here alive today."

"Who are you? When the soul is first born, it will not have such high intelligence."

Shenghun smiled and said, "You don't need to know my identity, but from now on, I have a new body and a powerful soul, and I have been reborn."

The shrill and shrill voice coming from the mouth of the "Second Commander" seemed to penetrate into the depths of the soul, making people shudder.

"Rebirth? Let's get out of our hands first!" Ji Fan shouted and slashed with his sword. The opponent could swallow spiritual power, so he didn't use spiritual power and directly destroyed the body.

When Shenghun reacted, the sharp heavy sword was already in front of him. His head subconsciously turned to one side, avoiding the fatal blow. However, he still heard the muffled sound of the heavy sword cutting into flesh.

Ji Fan's heavy sword was caught between muscles and opening and closing bones, so he had to pull the sword out with all his strength and stab it again.

The living soul let out a shrill scream. Even though the original owner of this body was not him, the body was controlled by him, and he felt pain. He felt that the power of the sword was almost going to cut half of his body apart.

"You, damn..." The flesh and blood on the shoulder regenerated. Shenghun waved his fist and hit the sword. However, he failed. The smoked silkworm silk pierced his arm, and the tip of the silk penetrated his arm.

The barbs hooked hard on the bones.

Ji Fan took advantage of this opportunity to force Wuming into his lower abdomen.

The stinging pain spread all over Shenghun's body, and he trembled violently, but he did not fall down. "Although it hurt, it really made me feel alive. But, next..."

Shenghun roared, and with a shake of her right hand, all the silkworm silk strings broke. She suddenly lost her strength and was pushed back to the wall, and then fell to the ground. She struggled to stand up, but couldn't, in front of her eyes.

Ji Fan's shadow is also slowly disappearing.

"Too stupid to add anything. You only hurt this body, you can't hurt me!" Shenghunsheng tore off a piece of silkworm silk remaining on his arm, glanced at the wounds on his body, and murmured, "These flesh and blood

It does hinder me a little bit."

With a "bang" sound, Ji Fan blinked and looked at the living soul again. It exploded its flesh and blood, revealing its bones and some important organs under the bones.

"Come again..." Shenghun rushed towards Ji Fan.

This time, Ji Fan slashed with his sword, but was unable to achieve any effect. Wuming slashed at the bone, only to make a clanging sound.

"It's useless. You can't kill me at all. No one in this world can really kill me."

A confused voice came from Shenghun's mouth, and Ji Fan could only make out the general meaning. He suspected that the monster's speech was no longer based on the vibration of its vocal cords.

"Really?" Ji Fan straightened his body, took advantage of the stone platform, then jumped up high, raised his sword with both hands and struck down angrily. This time, he did not use Tao skills, but poured all his spiritual power into it.

Into the unknown.

"Stubborn, if that's the case, then die!"

Shenghun turned his whole right hand into a sword and threw it out violently. Just when he thought this move could block Ji Fan's chop, he took the opportunity to stab Ji Fan's heart with his left hand.

Wuming unexpectedly burst out with an astonishing thunder. The moment the sword came into contact with his arm, Shenghun's entire arm was instantly burned. Ji Fan succeeded with the blow and his face was filled with joy. He turned around and drew the sword in a circle.

After Shenghun's right arm was burned by thunder and lightning, his heart froze. However, Ji Fan's cut in the waist gave him no time to react, so he subconsciously retreated to hide. At the same time, he opened and closed his jaw, and a sonic attack hit Ji Fan.

.

Ji Fan only felt that countless fine needles were suddenly pierced into the depths of his consciousness. His originally stable waist-cutting movement was deformed and barely scraped past Shenghun's body. Even so, the thunder still burned the lower half of Shenghun's body.

Turned black.

Ji Fan punched Wuming on the ground and gasped for air. The sound wave that had just given birth to a soul made him scared. The pain was completely different from the pain of a sword piercing the body. He couldn't bear it and couldn't cry out. The only way was

Lost consciousness. But then, he believed that he would never wake up again.

The battle was not over yet, so Ji Fan tore off strips of cloth and stuffed his ears tightly, hoping that when the opponent used this move again, he would suffer less pain.

"You really surprised me that there is such a magical weapon." Shenghun timidly looked at the sword in Ji Fan's hand and said, "In that case..."

The soul jumped suddenly and rushed over.

Ji Fan's heart froze, and he subconsciously raised his sword to block it in front of him, but the half-blackened human skeleton suddenly fell from the air.

"Seize the body!" Ji Fan roared, the spiritual power in his body flowed crazily, and he condensed a light shield to protect himself.

But the living soul that jumped out of the second commander's body actually bit open a hole in the mask and rushed in.

Ji Fan's eyes flashed slightly, and in panic he reached out to grab the living soul, but how could the body catch the living soul? The living soul passed directly through Ji Fan's fleshy palm, and was about to enter Ji Fan's body.

At this time, Wuming trembled violently, and in a sudden burst of light, he turned into a ball of light, flashed in front of Ji Fan's eyes, and enveloped the living soul in it.

Ji Fan looked blankly at the light ball. The living soul in the light ball kept struggling to break through the light ball and get into Ji Fan's body. However, every time it collided, thunder would erupt from the light ball to force him back.

"A little living soul actually wants to touch its master." The ball of light spoke human words, transformed into a thunder dragon, and fought with the living soul.

"Ah! Impossible, impossible, how could there be such pure thunder, I don't believe it."

A shrill cry came from the light ball, and the living soul kept dodging in the face of the Thunder Dragon's pursuit. However, the light ball gradually shrank in the end, leaving him unable to escape. The Thunder Dragon roared and swallowed the living soul, then merged into the light.

ball.

Then the light ball rotated a few times and sucked out a transparent soul from the second commander's body.

Ji Fan was shocked, but he was very calm. He recognized this ball of light. In the ancient ruins, Wuming existed in the form of this ball of light.

After the light ball devoured the souls of the two commanders, it suddenly shrank and turned into a silver-colored thunder dragon about one foot long, tumbling in front of Ji Fan's eyes.

"I need to be nourished, otherwise it will be difficult to transform."

"Are you a sword spirit? Are you a thunder dragon?" Ji Fan looked confused.

"You can understand it this way, but I can transform into any form. However, the dragon form is more suitable for fighting. If you have to call me something, the sword spirit is indeed quite suitable, because I was born from the sword, and I have more forms of expression.

Or with the sword."

"Can all sword spirits transform into dragons?"

"No, some sword spirits have fixed forms. There is a weapon spirit in that piece of blood jade, but it was swallowed up by the soul. The weapon spirit's ability cannot be changed into various forms, otherwise, he will not be human.

I’m here to fight in my form. Master, do you have any questions? I’ll answer them too!”

"Can't you maintain this state?"

"This fighting state cannot be maintained for long."

Ji Fan nodded and did not ask any more questions. He was Wuming's master, so he could naturally feel that the sword spirit was not in good condition. With a "swish" sound, the sword spirit circled twice and transformed into a sword again.

"Yan Mo!" Ji Fan took Wu Ming back, came to Yan Mo, and picked her up.

Yanmo was startled, woke up in Ji Fan's arms, and subconsciously shouted, "Where is the living soul?"

"Already solved!"

"You did it?"

Ji Fan nodded, Yan Mo glanced at him, without asking any questions, turned to look at the stone platform.

"Let's take the holy objects and leave here first!" Ji Fan took a look at the blood jade floating on the stone platform, and held Yan Mo to the stone platform.

"Hiss!" As soon as Yan Mo stretched out his hand, he was rejected by Xue Jade.

"It has been activated and needs to recognize its owner." Yanmo looked at Ji Fan.

Ji Fan looked weird when she looked at him like this, "You don't want me to shed my blood to recognize my master, do you?"

"How can I, a saint, shed blood to recognize her master? The evil things in the blood jade have disappeared, and there is no danger at all when you drip blood."

"I can't become the Holy Master, I will practice in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect!" Ji Fan waved his hand quickly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "You can shed your blood to collect the holy object first, and then choose a more suitable Holy Master."

Yan Mo looked at him angrily, his face turned red, and he whispered, "Saint girls usually become the Holy Lord's women. Do you want me to do that?"

"Uh..." Ji Fan's face turned ugly, and then he took the initiative to make a cut on his finger and squeeze out a drop of blood.

When the blood drops fell on the blood jade, the floating blood jade fell down immediately. It fell on the stone platform and made a "ding-ding" sound.

Ji Fan picked up the blood jade and held it in his hand, feeling like it was connected by blood.

"I feel like this thing is just an ordinary piece of blood jade, it can't be called a sacred object at all." Ji Fan played with it for a while, but couldn't see anything special about it.

"I don't know. I heard it's an ancient thing and it's the key to unlocking treasures!" Yan Mo shook his head.

"Well, I have become the Holy Lord. From now on, the rules in the organization will need to be changed. A saint is a saint, and a saint is a saint. There is no such thing as a saint who must serve the saint." Ji Fan held the holy object tightly and smiled.

For a moment.

"It's not that simple. Now the organization has been torn apart. Relying on holy objects may not necessarily unite the organization and gain recognition. Moreover, the saint I just mentioned will usually become the woman of the Holy Lord. This is to trick you into becoming the Holy Lord."

"If someone I don't like becomes the Saint, I will defect and leave. I actually don't want to become this Saint, but I was young and didn't meet you." Yan Mo frowned and opened her red lips.

"Sigh... The world is so dangerous. How could I be fooled so easily?"

"You are not being fooled, you are sacrificing yourself heroically for me!"
To be continued...