The old man's face was very calm. He rescued people in order to make the young master of the Tianpeng tribe follow Xiao Muyang wholeheartedly. After all, Xiao Muyang was still too young and could not intimidate him.
Suddenly something occurred to him. The old man looked at Demon Sword and ordered: "One more thing, what I just said must not be revealed. Don't let him know that I have appeared."
The demon sword made a sword roar, as if responding to the old man.
The old man turned his eyes to the old Tianpeng tribe aside and asked, "Are you ready?"
"Okay, senior can take action at any time." The Tianpeng tribe old man replied.
I saw the old man's sleeves waving, and the patterns in the void began to tremble crazily, and beams of bright light were released, falling on the Tianpeng tribe's old man.
After a period of time, the figure of the Tianpeng clan old man disappeared, as if blending into those lights. Eventually, all those lights poured into the earth and disappeared into this space, as if they had never appeared before.
"You come here to rescue him within thirty years."
The old man looked at the demon sword and said: "Although you have regained consciousness now, your strength is still too weak. It will be of no use when you are in danger. I will give you a helping hand."
After the words fell, the old man raised his hand and slapped the demon sword. A surging force poured into the demon sword, causing the demon sword to tremble wildly and emit a series of shrill sword chants, as if he was suffering extremely terrible pain.
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After a few breaths, the old man retracted his palm, looked at the demon sword with satisfaction, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "I can barely see it now."
"Thank you, senior, for your help. I will never forget this." A grateful voice came from the demon sword. It was the young master of the Tianpeng tribe who spoke. At this moment, he had recovered some strength and was able to make his own voice.
"I really want to thank me. Just protect him from now on." The old man said nonchalantly, as if he had realized something, and added: "But don't protect him too well. Training is essential, as long as he doesn't die.
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"With seniors guarding him secretly, how could something happen to him?" the young master of the Tianpeng tribe asked with some confusion.
"I don't have much power left in this thought, and it will be exhausted soon. If he encounters danger in the future, he will not show up. I can only rely on you." The old man explained.
"Senior, don't worry, as long as I still have a little strength, I will protect him." The young master of the Tianpeng tribe said in a serious tone.
"Yes." The old man nodded slightly, then glanced at the figure in white lying on the ground, his expression became a little kinder, and he murmured to himself: "Little guy, I can only help you so far."
Gradually, the old man's figure became extremely illusory, until he completely disappeared.
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In Leidang Mountain, an extremely luxurious palace, Yu Yang was sitting on the throne at the top. Below him stood four figures, who were the four guardians who had been following him.
Yu Yang's face looked very pale. Although he escaped from the Tianpeng tribe's old man, he still suffered serious injuries and needed a long period of recuperation to recover. This experience can be said to be like walking away from the gate of hell.
What happened will be unforgettable for the rest of my life.
There was only a small chance that he would not come back alive.
"What's the situation over there at Demonic Mountain?" Yu Yang looked at Mo Cheng and asked. He asked those who came behind to guard around Demonic Mountain. If Xiao Muyang came out alive, he would be captured at Leidang Mountain.
If it were not for arresting Xiao Muyang, he would not have been injured at all. This debt would naturally be placed on Xiao Muyang's head.
"No news has come back yet."
Mo Cheng's eyes flickered and he said, "Is it possible that he is already dead inside? That great demon is so powerful that if Xiao Muyang is inside, he will definitely not be able to escape its perception, and the result will be a dead end."
Yu Yang showed a look of thinking, and after a moment, he ordered: "Wait for two more days. If Xiao Muyang has not come out yet, let those people come back."
"As ordered." Mo Cheng responded.
"How is Yu Feng's situation?" Yu Yang suddenly asked.
"Young master has taken the soul-nourishing elixir and is now recuperating. His condition is much better than before. I believe he will be back to his original state soon," Mo Cheng replied.
After hearing this, Yu Yang immediately felt relieved and said again: "I will be in seclusion for a period of time. I will leave you in full charge of the affairs on the mountain. Let Yu Feng practice peacefully on the mountain and don't go down the mountain again."
"Don't worry, Lord Mountain. I will definitely take good care of the young master and never let anything happen to him." Mo Cheng said seriously.
"You are always calm and thoughtful in doing things, I have nothing to worry about." Yu Yang smiled and nodded, then waved his hand: "If there is nothing else, you all can go down."
"Yes." Mo Cheng and others replied at the same time, turned and left the palace.
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In the blink of an eye, several days passed.
Xiao Muyang has been in a deep sleep these days. The power of the demon sword almost took control of his body before, causing his soul power to be greatly affected, and he has not woken up until now.
Demon Sword always stays by Xiao Muyang's side, waiting patiently for him to wake up.
He was very curious in his heart as to how old this person was.
At a certain moment, Xiao Muyang's eyelashes suddenly moved, as if he had regained consciousness. Then he slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw the scene in front of him, a confused look appeared on his face.
At this moment, Xiao Muyang felt that his head was very heavy, there were many distracting thoughts in his mind, and he had not yet completely recovered from his sobriety.
Then he vaguely remembered something. After he was taken away by the white-haired old man, it seemed that a very powerful force invaded his body and wanted to take away his body. The subsequent memories were blurred and he didn't know what happened.
What.
Xiao Muyang's eyes showed a strange look. He was living well now without any problems. Could it be that those things didn't happen and were just a dream?
"You finally woke up."
At this moment, a magnetic voice came into Xiao Muyang's ears, causing Xiao Muyang's body to tremble suddenly, and his eyes suddenly glanced around, but no other person was seen.
"Did I hallucinate?" Xiao Muyang frowned, but he heard the voice just now very clearly, so it probably wasn't hallucination.
"Ahem...I am the sword next to you." That magnetic voice came again.
"Sword?" Xiao Muyang looked stunned, looking at the demon sword next to him, with a look of surprise on his face, and asked: "Are you in this sword?"
"Exactly, I am the sword soul of this sword." The young master of the Tianpeng tribe responded. The old man had specifically told him before leaving not to reveal any information. Naturally, he could not tell his true identity, so he called himself the sword soul.
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"Sword Soul!"
There was a hint of brilliance in Xiao Muyang's eyes. Treasures that can give birth to consciousness are very rare. So far, he has only seen one treasure that can give birth to consciousness, and that is the Haotian Stone, which is more powerful than most treasures of the same level.
At this moment, he encountered another treasure that gave birth to consciousness. It seemed that he was really lucky.
"Why did you appear here?" Xiao Muyang asked curiously.
"The great demon left me here, and you will be my new master from now on." The young master of the Tianpeng clan explained. After saying this, he felt very awkward and found it difficult to adapt to this new identity.
But now his fate is closely related to this person, and he can only face reality.
"New owner!"
Xiao Muyang's heart couldn't help but tremble, and his eyes were full of disbelief. Instead of killing him, the big demon gave him a demon sword?
Is this a joke?
"Tell the truth, what's going on?" Xiao Muyang said with a solemn expression. Although he was very interested in this demon sword, he would never want such a treasure of unknown origin.
"..."
The young master of the Tianpeng clan was a little speechless. He didn't dare to ask for the treasure that was given to him for free. This guy must be too timid.
"His end is approaching, and he doesn't want this sword to be buried under the earth forever with him. I happened to meet you and saw that you have good talent, so I gave this sword to you." The young master of the Tianpeng tribe explained seriously.
"Is this really the case?" Xiao Muyang blinked, seemingly dubious.
Although his talent is indeed outstanding, the great demon is not related to him, so it is really unreasonable to give him such a precious treasure when they first met.
"Do you want it or not? If not, I'll leave." The young master of the Tianpeng tribe said in a cold tone, seeming a little impatient.
"I want it!" Xiao Muyang said loudly, his eyes looking extremely firm. This opportunity is rare. If you miss it, you may never have such an opportunity again in the future.
"You release a spiritual power into the sword, so that you and I can communicate with our thoughts at any time." The young master of the Tianpeng tribe said again.
"Okay." Xiao Muyang nodded, and then a ray of spiritual power was released from his mind and integrated into the demon sword. Suddenly, there was some wonderful connection between him and the demon sword.
"From now on, you are the master of this sword." The young master of Tianpeng tribe said: "If master has any instructions, just ask. If it is within my ability, I will do my best."
Hearing this, Xiao Muyang showed a strange expression. He always felt that something was wrong with the sword spirit, but he couldn't put it in words. It didn't feel like an ordinary weapon spirit to him.
"Do you have a name?" Xiao Muyang asked.
"Peng Ling." The young master of the Tianpeng tribe replied.
"Why is it called this name?" Xiao Muyang was a little curious.
"The previous master was a Tianpeng, so he named me Pengling." The young master of the Tianpeng tribe explained, with a hint of sadness in his tone.
Pengling is his name. This name was given to him by his father, who hoped that one day he would be able to dominate the world. However, now that both of his parents have died, there is no one close to him in this world.
"That's it." Xiao Muyang's eyes showed a look of surprise, and he did not notice the change in Pengling's tone.
"You haven't asked the master's name yet?" Pengling suddenly asked.
"Xiao Muyang."
Xiao Muyang responded, looked at the demon sword and smiled heartily: "If you accept me as your master, I will never treat you badly in the future."
"Thank you very much, Master." Pengling replied.
"You don't have to call me master anymore. You can be more casual and call me boss." Xiao Muyang said with a smile.
At this moment, Pengling felt extremely sad. In the past, others called him Young Master, but now he has to call a junior as Boss. This gap... is simply not that big!