Mo Tian looked at the magic sword in front of him and gradually became fascinated...
"Junior brother, are you here?" A soft voice sounded in Mo Tian's ears.
Taking a closer look, he saw a smiling young man standing in front of him.
Turning his head and looking around, Mo Tian found that he was no longer in the fourth secret room, but in a red space.
The young man floated in front of him, showing a kind smile.
"Senior Brother Wu Zhan?" Mo Tian asked tentatively.
Wu Zhan nodded and said with a smile: "You can enter here because we are destined, and I feel that there is an aura in your body that is familiar to me."
"Yeah." Mo Tian nodded.
Inside his body is the Shura Demonic Sword, which is a true artifact. It is normal for the seventh-level demonic sword transformed by Wu Zhan to be able to react with the Shura Demonic Sword.
"I wonder why senior brother is looking for me?" Mo Tian asked.
"I advise you." Wu Zhan smiled slightly.
"I'm sorry." Mo Tian sighed softly: "I can't let go, senior brother, you can become a demon for your sister, why can't I? An'er is my only relative in this world. To be honest, senior brother, what we have experienced is a little bit...
resemblance."
"I know, that's why I want to persuade you." Wu Zhan turned around, put his hands behind his back, and whispered: "If I didn't have such an impulse that year, nothing would have happened next. I was too proud.
, I believe that the inner sect is invincible, and I am too ostentatious, making other inner sect disciples jealous of me."
"So what, I think senior brother is right," Mo Tiandao said.
"Wrong! It's a big mistake!" Wu Zhan paused and shouted in a deep voice: "Do you know that if you act impulsively like me, do you know the price?"
"It's just death." Mo Tian smiled coldly: "After An'er jumped off the cliff, I have no nostalgia for this world. How about death? After avenging An'er, I am willing to die."
"Are you worthy of your physique? Asura Demon Body, Demon Sword Supreme, Shura Demon Sword, are you worthy of the Demon Body and Demon Sword?" Wu Zhan scolded.
"Brother, you..." Mo Tian was stunned.
The Shura Demonic Body and the Shura Demonic Sword are Mo Tian's biggest secrets, and Wu Zhan actually knows about them, which makes Mo Tian very surprised.
"Hahaha." Wu Zhan suddenly raised his head and laughed: "After turning into a demon sword, I learned a lot. The inheritance from the demon sword makes me have the idea of worshiping when facing a demon sword that is more powerful than me."
"And..." Wu Zhan's eyes condensed: "The sword spirit of a seventh-level magic sword can feel such reverence, and even have the idea of worshiping. In this world, only the Shura Demon Sword can do this.
Because, it is our king!"
Mo Tian clenched his teeth and stared at Wu Zhan, not knowing what to say.
"Your demon body has been sealed. It should be sealed by the Shura Sword Spirit. You are not strong enough to control the Shura Demon Body. You have white hair, which is obviously a symptom of becoming a demon. Senior brother is here to tell you that the Shura Demon Body
, is a very terrifying physique."
"If you are good, you can reach the sky and conquer the world; if you are bad, you can destroy the sky and do all kinds of evil!"
"I can understand your hatred, but you are not qualified yet, do you understand?" Wu Zhan said.
"Not qualified?" Mo Tian frowned, not understanding what Wu Zhan meant.
"Yes, it's not qualified because of your cultivation and your character." Wu Zhan nodded.
"As the sword spirit of a seventh-level demon sword, I have received more information than those of low-level demon swords. For example, the owner of the Shura demon body of your previous generation, do you know how he died?"
Mo Tian shook his head.
"Arrogance. I thought I was invincible when I first reached the battle aura realm, and exposed my Shura demon body. In the end, I was killed in the cradle by the strong men of the four great bodies." Wu Zhan said: "You should thank the existence in your body, he is
I want to wait until you can compete with a truly powerful person before unsealing your demonic body. During the sealed time, you will be just like an ordinary warrior, except for your talent and body."
"Senior brother, what do you mean?" Mo Tian asked.
"Practice hard and rely on the talents and body brought to you by the demon body to become very strong, so strong that you are invincible in the inner sect. At that time, you can rely on your own strength to take revenge. I believe that this time, Master will help
Yours." Wu Zhan smiled.
"Believe me, one day we will meet again."
"Go out and think for yourself. This is senior brother's advice to you."
"Thank you, senior brother." Mo Tian clasped his fists and was about to leave.
Wu Zhan suddenly shouted: "Well, help senior brother take care of Xue'er, you are a good boy, senior brother doesn't mind, hehe..."
Wu Zhan suddenly showed a sinister smile.
Mo Tian's hair stood on end when he saw it, he felt so terrified...
"Senior brother, Senior Sister Xue'er is much stronger than me. I don't want her to be embarrassed when she protects me." Mo Tian scratched his head and said.
"Get out!" Wu Zhan kicked Mo Tian on the butt: "If Xueer loses a hair, I will beat you to death!"
"Oh..." Mo Tian muttered and closed his eyes.
The surrounding space gradually distorts...
"Mo Tian, wake up!" Wu Xueer's voice sounded in Mo Tian's ears.
"Huh?" Mo Tian gradually woke up and looked at Wu Xue'er with a confused look on his face: "Senior Sister Xue'er, what's wrong?"
"You have been standing here stupidly for almost an hour. If Grandpa Jian hadn't let me call you, I would have woken you up long ago." Wu Xueer said.
"Then you still screamed..." Mo Tian said softly.
"Say it again!" Wu Xueer grabbed Mo Tian's ear and said fiercely: "Come on, say it again."
"Hey! It hurts!" Mo Tian's ear was pulled, and he grinned in pain: "Senior sister, I was wrong, I was wrong."
"Humph!" Wu Xue'er snorted coldly, walked to Jian Lao's side and said, "Grandpa Jian, look at this disciple of yours!"
"I..." Mo Tian couldn't argue. Looking at Wu Xueer's fierce eyes and remembering Wu Zhan's previous instructions to him, he had no choice but to raise his hands to admit defeat.
Looking at the two of them, Jian Lao laughed.
"Mo'er, how are you?"
Mo Tian nodded and said, "Thank you, Master."
After saying that, Mo Tian turned around and bowed deeply to the magic sword behind him: "Senior brother, thank you very much. If we can meet again next time, I will definitely bring some drinks to have a good chat with you!"
"I'm waiting for you." Wu Zhan's voice sounded in Mo Tian's ears.
With his eyes focused, Mo Tian looked up at the magic sword inserted in the stone pillar, with a faint smile on his lips.
"Senior brother, let's go." Mo Tian waved.
After that, under the leadership of Jian Lao, Mo Tian walked towards the secret room.
Wu Xue'er looked at the magic sword, then looked at Mo Tian, and couldn't help but murmured: "Brother, what did you say to him, and you didn't even say a few words to my sister? You don't know how much Xue'er misses you!"
After a long while, seeing no response from the magic sword, Wu Xueer stamped her feet angrily and turned around to leave.
"Ignore you!"
In the magic sword, Wu Zhan didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he watched Wu Xue'er leave in a huff.
Wu Xue'er has no connection with the Demon Sword. Even if Wu Zhan wants to talk to Wu Xue'er, Wu Xue'er can't hear her.
However, the appearance of Mo Tian gave him hope, a very slim hope, a hope that required a huge price...