Although his eyes were slightly closed, Ye Qinghan could naturally sense the changes in light and darkness in the hall. When he clearly felt that the light was not as dazzling as Fang Cai, he opened his eyes for the first time, and then saw a golden dragon shadow more than ten meters long rushing towards him at an extremely fast speed.

The dragon shadow looked extremely solid, as if it was really a living dragon, with golden light, five claws flying, and the dragon scales all over the body were clearly visible. Above the dragon's head, a pair of dragon eyes are majestic, and the creatures in the world seem to be really ants in these eyes.

"Xiang Wang Yin failed?" Ye Qinghan frowned with some annoyance, he believed in Xiang Wang Yin's ability too much. Now the dragon shadow rushed straight in, but Xiang Wang Yin disappeared, and it was obvious that Xiang Wang Yin had either been broken or had been devoured.

The storage space is gone, and everything that is stored in the storage space is gone. Even if Ye Qinghan was in a peaceful state of mind, he was furious. With a step on his feet, his body suddenly jumped up, and the blood of the dragon was surging and surging, and he blasted down towards the dragon shadow with a punch that did not avoid.

I don't know if Ye Qinghan's Canglong bloodline is really extraordinary, or if the dragon shadow and Xiang Wangyin are too consumed after the battle. Ye Qinghan's unfancy punch slammed into the dragon's head, actually causing the dragon shadow to slam suddenly, and then flew straight upside down a distance of several meters.

Ye Qinghan was depressed, he just wanted to vent his anger, one punch worked, where could he give the other party any chance to react? He stepped on his feet, his body was volleyed, and he followed step by step, his fists kept swinging, and punch after punch smashed on the dragon's head with all his strength.

The thudding sound like striking iron kept sounding, and the dragon shadow had no power to resist, and there was no way to dodge. The body shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, from a dozen meters to less than ten meters, and then to one or two meters. The golden light also became fainter, barely able to maintain the dragon's form, and began to reveal its true appearance.

It was a long sword that radiated a golden light, but it itself was a dark green color, with an incomparably similar pattern on it, and a golden dragon pattern on the blade was the most eye-catching.

"Have you given birth to a spiritual weapon, just to make up for my loss!" Ye Qing snorted coldly, and stepped on it again. The body is in phantom shape

In a flash, he came to the side of the long sword and reached out to grab it.

That long sword really struggled desperately as if it had life and wisdom, trying to get out of Ye Qinghan's control. When Ye Qinghan's hand touched the hilt of the sword, there was an incomparably loud dragon roar roaring in his mind, making his sea of consciousness violently shake, and his mind was drowsy for a while. If it were someone else, Zhihai would probably be blasted directly and become an idiot.

Ye Qinghan didn't dare to be careless, and the fast trick in his hand kept hitting the long sword in his hand. A man and a sword flew up and down in the incomparably grand hall, striking in all directions, and the roar never stopped. The five fingers of his left hand had turned into an illusion, and the magic tricks fell on the long sword one by one. His eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and his face was no longer full of annoyance, but full of joy.

The degree of the wonder of this thing was beyond his imagination!

You must know that whether it was the flying sword that captured the four elders of the Xiandan Sect at the beginning, or the flying sword that later seized the female monk from the outer gate of the Heavenly Dao Sect. He grabbed it at random, and with a slap of both hands, he could remove the divine thought mark in it, and then he could use it like an arm and a finger. And at this moment, this long sword has at least entered hundreds of magic tricks, and he is still struggling sharply, without the slightest intention of compromise, which shows that its supernatural degree has surpassed those ordinary flying swords by a hundred times and a thousand times.

The time lasted for a full hour, and the light above the sword became more and more dim. Ye Qinghan could already sense the anger and unwillingness coming from the long sword, and then pricked his finger, dripping a drop of blood on the long sword, and let out a light rebuke from his mouth, and another string of spells were played.

The long sword finally quieted down, and the drop of red blood that was constantly rolling on the blade of the sword quickly sank into the sword body. A feeling of blood connection rose in his heart, and Ye Qinghan felt the fear and surrender from the long sword, as well as a bit of intimacy.

"It's done!" Even Ye Qinghan cheered, and took the long sword in his hand and looked at it carefully.

This long sword is only three feet, and the blade flashes with cold light, making it extremely sharp. I don't know what material it is made of, the whole body is dark green, and the patterns are complicated

, The golden dragon on the sword body is lifelike, as if it has life, as if it is about to break through the sky at any time.

"Sure enough, it's a spiritual weapon, and it's a nine-grade spiritual weapon! In this way, I have a weapon to take advantage of!" Ye Qinghan continued to investigate with a smile on his face.

Soon, he sensed some abnormalities at the hilt of the sword, and he was even more overjoyed under the divine investigation. After Xiang Wang Yin was devoured by this long sword, the storage space did not disappear, but became a part of the long sword, and none of the objects he stored in the storage space became less.

Magic weapons, spiritual weapons, treasure weapons, and immortal weapons are the four levels of magic weapons. Although the spirit weapon is not a top-notch existence, it is at least very good on the earth. Like the flying swords he encountered before, they already possessed magical abilities before they hadn't even reached the level of magic weapons. The aura in his hand was already only a thin line away from the power of the treasure, and its power naturally did not need to be doubted.

Ye Qinghan was happy in his heart, carefully checked the patterns on the long sword, and finally saw two inconspicuous ancient words on the hilt. These two characters are very similar to the characters in the books found in the ruins of Mt. Jokiri, but they appear to be older.

It's not an illegible text, Ye Qinghan quickly deciphered it, these two words are actually written with the word "Son of Heaven".

"Is the sword of the Son of Heaven? Could it be that this sword was the sword used by Emperor Yan at the beginning? Is it true that the emperors of the ancient times on the earth are really monks with superb cultivation as the legend says? If this is the case, the level of this sword should not be just a spiritual weapon, is it because of the lack of spiritual energy, coupled with the consumption of time, that he has lowered his level?" Ye Qinghan began to look at the other scenes in the main hall, but his mind was still on the long sword in his hand.

This hall is very empty, and the dark gray color is thick and magnificent, and it is extraordinarily atmospheric. This place is still the same as in the ruins of Mt. Changki, it looks like a palace hall, but there is no ghost in the ruins of Mt. Changki.

"Maybe it's because the ancient emperors were more broad-minded, thinking about blessing the world, and disdaining to arrange those back-ups!" Ye Qinghan had a little more affection for the legendary Yan Emperor.

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