"Haha, you seem to be afraid of my Jiuyang True Fire."
Seeing all the sword spirits retreating one after another, Ye Lang was very happy. He didn't expect that just the first movement of the sun would make these "little devils" so afraid.
"You brat, we're just afraid of the fire, not you."
One of the sword spirits said.
"Of course I know, this real fire is caused by me, so naturally you are afraid of me." Ye Lang said with a smile.
"Bastard, I'll make you suffer!"
The sword spirit in the center flashes with light, and several sword energy rushes straight into the leaves.
"Ouch, here we go again."
Ye Lang's thoughts moved, and the Nine Yang True Fire was emitted, and the sword energy that wanted to attack Ye Lang was burned out one after another.
"The power of real fire is so powerful, so hateful!"
The sword spirit looked up to the sky and howled, feeling angry in his heart.
"Everyone, it's all thanks to me that you are able to come out and have fun. How about I give you a chance to submit to me now?"
Ye Lang knew very well that the strength of these sword spirits was very strong, and there was also a gap between them. The lowest ones were comparable to the ninth-grade Taixian, and the strongest sword spirit leader was even more unpredictable. If it were not for the Nine Yang True
The attribute of fire is suppressed, and something big will happen today.
"Submit to you? You, a junior, really think highly of yourself."
"Haha, you are only a first-grade immortal, how dare you ask us to submit to you?"
"What an arrogant boy. A waste like you will die in the hands of others at some point. We will be buried with you."
All the sword spirits mocked Ye Lang one after another, and many sword spirits even had human mocking smiles on their bodies, leaving Ye Lang speechless.
"You are such a rebellious little clever guy. If I don't accept you, you will really look down on me."
Ye Lang spawned his own body and pushed the power of Nine Yang True Fire to the extreme. Suddenly, the light of the rising sun behind him became even brighter, and the surrounding space was all illuminated by the rising sun.
"Oh, that's not good, this kid is cheating."
"You have the ability to confront us head-on, without using the Nine Yang True Fire!"
"You brat, roast me to death."
All the sword spirits screamed one after another, but under the illumination of the Nine Yang True Fire, they all showed signs of pain.
"I'll just give it a few dozen strokes. If you don't agree, forget it."
Ye Lang started counting.
"ten……"
For the first number, Ye Lang stretched out his pronunciation. He just couldn't finish counting, so he tried to delay it as much as possible.
"Oh, oh, you are counting."
The slightly inferior sword spirit had already begun to complain, asking Ye Lang to count quickly.
"I'm just counting, why are you so anxious? I've been climbing the mountain for so long and I'm tired. I'll take a sip of fairy wine first!"
Ye Lang took out a wine gourd and sat on the stone platform next to it.
This fairy wine is made from many high-quality fairy grass and fairy stones. One sip will refresh your mind and two sips will unblock the meridians, which is of great benefit to your practice.
"Gudu, Gudu!"
"Wonderful!"
After Ye Lang took two sips, his face suddenly glowed and his energy was greatly shaken.
"Oh, you brat, hurry up and count. Why is there no sound?"
A sword spirit shouted loudly.
"Hehe, okay, okay, let me count for you!"
Ye Lang wiped his mouth and continued counting.
"Nine……"
He prolonged his voice again, almost using up all his lung capacity.
The bodies of many sword spirits glowed with pain, and they were about to lose their strength.
"Boss, we are feeling a little uncomfortable."
Many came to face the ancestral spirit road.
"Hmph, we are all seniors with thousands to tens of thousands of years of cultivation. If we surrender in front of this kid, how can we still stand tall in the world? Be tough!"
The ancestor spirit said confidently, relying on its advanced cultivation.
"Oh, it seems like your boss doesn't care much about your life and death."
When Ye Lang heard the words of the ancestor spirit, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he looked at the sword spirits as if he were watching a show.
"You bastard boy, if you have any conscience, you should quickly put away that Nine Yang True Fire!"
"Yes, we are all your seniors. You were very respectful before, how dare you treat us like this now?"
"We see that you are a nice young man, so put away your anger quickly."
Many sword spirits could no longer bear it anymore and said in a tone of begging for mercy.
"eight……"
Ye Lang didn't say much and continued his counting behavior.
"Boss, this Jiuyang True Fire is too strong. This kid's foundation seems to be much stronger than the average first-level Immortal. He is still stimulating the True Fire."
"If this continues, we are all doomed."
Many sword spirits looked at Zu Lingdao with bitter faces.
"this……"
Zu Ling himself felt the pressure. He didn't expect to sleep for so long and wake up to meet a brat like Ye Lang. It was really unlucky.
"seven……"
Ye Lang drank the fairy wine and sang songs, which felt very comfortable.
Those who come are in dire straits and are in great pain.
"Grandma, I can't bear it anymore." Zu Ling said angrily.
"six……"
Ye Lang's counting voice became slower and slower each time, and he glanced at the sword spirits from time to time. Those sword spirits were filled with resentment, physical pain, and will collapse.
"Okay, okay, kid, we promised you, put away your real anger quickly."
Zulingdao.
"I said, old boy, you keep your word." Ye Lang said.
"Of course, I am the ancestral spirit, the absolute leader of these sword spirits, and I am definitely a decent person." The ancestral spirit said with a condescending air.
"In that case, let's make a contract."
Ye Langdao.
"When we made a contract, how did your kid know about this method?" Zu Ling looked at Ye Lang with doubts, seeing that this kid was very young and this kind of method was not something he should know.
"Haha, then don't worry about it and make a contract now. Otherwise, I still have a lot of immortal energy and continue to generate the Nine Yang True Fire. I'm afraid they will be completely ruined."
Ye Lang said with a proud smile.
"I didn't expect that I would fall into your hands. Okay, let's make a contract!" Zu Ling also wanted to see if Ye Lang really understood the contract or was just bluffing.
Ye Lang practices "Chaos Sacred Heart Art", which contains the method of making a soul contract, which is used to conquer these sword spirits, so he really understands it.
"receive!"
He put away the Nine Yang True Fire, and then quickly swallowed a Huan Dan to restore his foundation.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Those sword spirits came to Ye Lang one after another, waiting to make a contract.
""Chaos Sacred Heart Art" Chapter of God Cultivation - Soul Blood Pact!"
Ye Lang followed the method recorded in "Chaos Sacred Heart Technique", condensed blood with his sword finger, and drew a blood array in mid-air.
"Everyone, please!" Ye Lang said with a "please" gesture.
"Boss, this guy really understands it, and the blood formation of the soul blood contract seems to be very powerful. This guy has a background."
A sword spirit said in surprise.
"It's good to have a background. We want to follow him to challenge the world. If he is a useless loser, we will be at a big loss. Brothers, come with me!"
"Come on!"
All the sword spirits rushed into the blood formation under the leadership of the ancestor spirits.
