In this whole vast world, there are not many magical weapons stronger than this magic sword. But after all, there are a few.
But if it's a lowly comparison, I'm afraid Wu Shenbing can really surpass him. Even Lord Ding of Ziyun Sect is inferior to this lowly one.
"Are you so... not afraid that the Demon Lord will get up and cut you off even if he is in the underworld?" The demonic clone took a deep breath and said while suppressing the anger in his heart.
"My lord is already dead. Why should I be afraid of him, Mr. Jian? You must know that reincarnation has long ceased. My lord will never appear again."
"In that case, Master Jian, I might as well ask more about the things my master has thought about but dared not do when he wanted to live." The sword spirit chuckled, and the rotation of the sword was like a person dancing.
"...."
"How could the Demon Lord think of such a traditional and serious person?" The demonic clone was stunned again and again.
"Haha, it looks like that. But I don't know what I'm thinking in my heart."
The sword spirit laughed again and said: "Since ancient times, fair ladies and gentlemen have been courting. A man is passionate about a woman. It is nothing more than eagerness and reserve. He pretends to be sanctimonious, but in fact he is sanctimonious and does not know what is going on in his heart.
What dirty things are you thinking about?" (Special note: Anran's appearance is different from sanctimony, which means a serious attitude. From "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio")
"My lord, Wang Wuxin, and the Donghua thieves are all moved by this person. This emotion is nothing more than wanting to go to Wushan with him and pray for that night of love."
"It's a pity that Wang Wuxin has no heart, and is even more bloodless. It's just talk of having no chicken." Sword Spirit said with even more regret when he mentioned Wang Wuxin.
"...."
The demonic clone coughed. These three people who were so infatuated turned out to be dirty people in the eyes of the sword spirit. I wonder how the demon lord would feel after hearing these words if he still survived.
"It's just that they illuminate their hearts with the moon, but the moon doesn't shine on that waterway. This being looks down on them."
"..."
The demonic clone suddenly no longer wanted this demonic sword.
Originally, I couldn't say much about this sword spirit due to its condition. But now it is chattering endlessly. I continue to give several examples.
Even when the Demon Lord was still weak, he accidentally saw a woman taking a bath and reacted without reservation.
The demonic clone sighed and thought of something again. He asked: "Why do you keep calling her this person? You are in the same era, don't you know her name?"
To this day, Chu Cheng still doesn’t know the name of this unspeakable person.
"I... don't know about this." Sword Spirit was silent for a moment and said helplessly: "Not only do I not know, but even my Lord doesn't know. The earliest Donghua traitor who followed me also doesn't know."
"I don't know?" The demonic clone was stunned. How could he not know? These three powerful men can be said to be the most powerful generals under the command of this unspeakable man. They have been together for hundreds of millions of years.
"The origin of this person is mysterious. It became taboo when she appeared. When the Donghua traitor followed her, let alone the second step, she did not even achieve the transformation into a god."
"Let alone hope without heart, the same is true for my lord. So no one dares to ask that person's name."
"It can be said that no one in the world knows her name. However, there may be a butterfly in her name."
"The word butterfly? Where did you learn about it?" the demonic clone asked.
"One day that year, for the first time, that one drank the immortal brew with all the immortals under his command, and did not use magic to offset it. Some people were emboldened by the drunkenness and boldly asked the name of the immortal master."
"Everyone knew that the person would not tell his name, but for the first time he said two words."
"What two words?"
"Two words, Die Die. This is most likely the Immortal Lord's former nickname.
That day, after the immortal generals Tianzun learned the name of the Immortal Lord, they were so excited and drunk. Master Jian still remembers the spectacle of that scene.
One
The strong man even turned a wave of the Yangtze River into wine and drank it in one sip. It became difficult for him to get rid of his drunkenness and he fell into a deep sleep for decades.
"Ahem, that person is my lord."
"...."
The demonic clone was also made to cough. He nodded again and said: "So there is a word for butterfly. But I didn't blaspheme her while she was sleeping, and I didn't dare. Because I said, she can be said to be my teacher.
Respect. Dare not be disrespectful."
"But if you want, you can go. I won't stop you."
"Seriously?" Sword Spirit shouted softly, causing his sword to tremble. He was obviously very excited.
"Of course it's true. It's up to you to see." The demonic clone chuckled, but there was something playful about it.
"Okay! This is what you said! Although I am also a fool, I can still tell it after a quick glance. Even after this existence wakes up and deduces various things, after learning about this matter, Master Jian will also say that he wants you to
Let me see it."
The smile on the devil's clone's face became even stronger. He nodded and said, "I will bear all of this."
"Your words are enough." Sword Spirit laughed and said, "Then I will go, do you want to come and have a look too?"
The demonic clone turned around and said: "I don't have to, this beautiful spring scenery is still yours..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a black rainbow flying, and the next moment there was another burst of clear light, followed by a loud noise.
Amidst the loud noise, there was another scream.
When the demonic clone heard this movement, the smile on his face became even stronger.
He raised his head, followed the bamboo door in front of him, and saw the black rainbow that was flying staggeringly flying backwards out of the sky, with a cry of "Holy shit."
That being is sleeping in the jade bed, but there is a layer of powerful restraint blocking it, so no one can get close to him.
When Chu Cheng saw this man for the first time, he fell to the ground because of the touch.
As Chu Cheng's cultivation level increased, he became more and more aware of the strength of this restriction. It could not be broken until it reached the destiny.
The sword spirit flew upside down amidst the curses, and finally came to the blazing sun in the sky, and then stabilized the sword body.
"Damn it! Are you kidding me?" The sword spirit was so strong that the shock almost caused the spirit body to disappear. If he hadn't stopped in time, this magic sword would have lost its sword spirit.
Now, it is as dilapidated as this magic sword and has lost its peak power.
It was about to rush down to find the demonic clone to settle the score, but in a daze, it saw a broken sword floating in the scorching sun.
Except for the hilt, this broken sword only has an extra inch of blade left.
"Damn it...it's it...why is it here too! Why is it worse than me?"
The demonic clone came to the side of the demonic sword in one step and said: "Originally, only the hilt was left. It was me who found the Jiutian Xuanyu, and then I had this inch of sword body. But why are you doing this? The sword body was damaged in the battle that year.
It’s normal to be broken. Isn’t that the case for you?”
Sword Spirit shook his head and said: "My lord is different from the Donghua thieves who are full of knowledge and only know how to kill. So naturally I don't have much ink and I don't know how to use beautiful words, so I can only go around the world with one word."
"...."
"Brother! Wake up!" Sword Spirit suddenly shouted loudly, his voice urgent.
"Is the sword spirit in this sword male?" the demonic clone asked.
Logically speaking, if a weapon is born, its spirit will follow its owner, and the cause of separation is female.
"Idiot! Wake up soon!" Demon Sword Sword Spirit suddenly changed his words.
It was only after a while of burning incense that Jiutian Xuanjian didn't reply that the sword spirit burst into laughter.
"Sure enough, the spirit in this sword is still a fool."
"...."
"What do you mean by this?" The demonic clone was stunned.
"Fool, that's what it means literally. This Nine Heavens Mysterious Sword can be said to be the most powerful artifact in all the worlds. But the sword spirit is a fool."
The sword spirit swung its sword, shook its head and said: "The Nine Heavens Mysterious Sword can strike with a strike from Dao Tian. What is Dao Tian? It means that it is above the Dao of Heaven. Unfortunately, this sword spirit seems to have followed its first-generation master in countless battles.
Over time, it will eventually perish together with its owner. Only some fragments of the sword spirit remain."
"Isn't that the first master of this sword?" The demonic clone exclaimed after hearing this.
"No." Sword Spirit spoke again: "This is what my Lord heard from the traitor in Donghua. This first Lord seems to be the most important person to the Immortal Lord. After that person died, the Immortal Lord cut off his own life.
Continuing this sword, and sewing and mending the fragments of the sword spirit like rags, it can be restored to its original form."
"It's just that the sword spirit has lost its brain. It only has its shape but not its spirit. That's why we call it a fool."
"..." The demonic clone was startled, then took a deep breath and asked again: "But I heard that this sword was made of Jiutian Xuanyu by that one."
"That's just to complete the sword body." Sword Spirit spoke again and sighed loudly. "Sword Spirit is a fool. This sword is still so strong. If it were at its peak, I am afraid that we and other swordsmen would only be able to admire it."
"If that person were in charge of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Sword that had not damaged the sword spirit, I am afraid that the emperor would not be that person's opponent. Unfortunately... the sword spirit has become a fool."
The sword spirit sighed with emotion, and said with some fear: "Fortunately, the sword master was smart at the time, and broke through the siege and escaped before my master still had strength, otherwise he would have become a fool like the sword spirit of this sword."
"You abandoned your master and left, so you have the nerve to boast about yourself?" The demonic clone didn't know what to say about this sword.
"You don't understand, my lord just wants me to break out of the siege. Now let's grant his wish. If it's too late, it will be a great disservice to his old man's trust."
"...."
"Ahem, I know you think Master Jian and I are unreliable. But at the critical moment, I can still save your life. Unless I encounter someone who can make me unable to resist, then I will run away."
The demonic clone took a deep breath again.
"How much power can you exert with your current strength?"
"Invincible under the second step. The first shot is a bit difficult, but it's still possible. Yangzhao can only hide it. After all, you know, Master Jian is in really bad shape right now." Sword Spirit replied.
"I...what do you need me for?" The demonic clone inhaled, inhaled, and inhaled again.
"I can teach you how to run. When I was in the hands of my lord, I saw hundreds of thousands of monks running for their lives, not just a million. I have kept in mind those running methods."
"As the saying goes, learn for a while and use for a lifetime. I believe in you, Master Jian." Sword Spirit said proudly.
"You should stay here and talk to Can Jian for a while, maybe you can awaken his mind."
The demonic clone prepared to leave, leaving the demonic sword to destroy itself in the primordial space.
"No, I have something to say! At least let me swallow the fragments of my lord's statue to replenish my body. It is Wutian Divine Iron, and I have always been reluctant to eat it."
"It's broken now anyway. If you don't eat it, you won't eat it for free."