This soul contract is unique to humane sword cultivation, as long as the cultivation reaches the soul realm, refining the natal sword weapon, and finding a suitable soul body, you can extract a trace of essence from your own soul and this soul body, condense and fuse it with a special technique, and turn it into a paper contract. Once both parties leave their names on the contract, they can no longer be changed, and from now on it will be a relationship of life and death, helping each other, one with prosperity and one loss.

Because the two sides have a life-and-death relationship, they are naturally intimate with each other, not only cooperate with people when they win the battle, and work together, but also because of the existence of the soul body in the flying sword, it is no longer a simple magic weapon, but closer to the genus of living beings, knowing the body, knowing the advance and retreat, and being able to cultivate with the master and carry the world. It's like a flying sword like Ju Jia, when it was just cast, the ability of the fighting method alone was only the level of ordinary second- and third-grade magic weapons, after hundreds of years of careful cultivation and polishing by Bo Dongsheng, below the immortal realm, no one could withstand its full blow. As for Ziyang's old monsters who have lived in the world for more than 10,000 years, they have accumulated over time, and they are even more terrifying. It is a sword cultivation against the enemy, and almost all of them are a natal flying sword from beginning to end, and they rarely use the magic weapons on the side. First, the soul is connected, and the control is handy, and the second is the battle method, which is naturally an excellent sharpening for the sword soul of his own sword, and the third is not afraid that the opponent will snatch the past and fight back.

As soon as Tian Yan saw the soul contract behind the fruit, his heart was pounding, and when he looked closely, there were several handwritten handwritings faintly appearing in the middle. The word is written in scribble, the penmanship is strong and strong, and the force penetrates the back of the paper, which is the name of Mo Shang and Ziyang. He hurriedly summoned the fruit and asked, "Is there anything behind your back, but is it that Master pasted it?"

The fruit was stunned for a moment, twisting its round body to see, but where could it be seen. If you touch that short hand, it is also a difference of 108,000 miles. After a few turns like a cat fluttering its tail, it finally gave up, only waved its body, and then looked at Tian Yan blankly, saying that he didn't know that there was such a thing.

Tian Yan only felt that his mouth was dry, and he trembled slightly: "Come here, let me help you take a look." So saying, he took the fruit in his hand.

The fruit was extremely obedient, Ren Tian Yan picked it up, lay on his palm, and his round body tried to arch up, looking like Ren Jun tasting it.

Tian Yan took a deep breath, and with a slight flick of his two fingers, he had already clamped the corner of the soul contract. He didn't dare to act rashly, and waited for a long time, seeing that there was nothing wrong, and then he gradually exerted his strength to uncover the soul contract. Who knew that Kankan pulled up a corner the size of a fingernail, and the fruit screamed, convulsed a few times, rolled his eyes, and passed out.

He was shocked, and hurriedly withdrew his hand, and when he looked at the soul contract again, he saw that the corner that had been lifted by Shi Cai had shown a bit of black and gray color, like a scrolled page, so worn. He was so busy smoothing it that he didn't have time to think about it, so he went to examine the fruit.

Although the fruit was unconscious, his round body fell together, and his breathing was very steady, so he thought that he should be fine. Tian Yan didn't know the origin of its roots and feet, so he didn't dare to treat it indiscriminately, so he could only hold it gently, waiting for it to wake up, but he thought in his heart: "This fruit and the soul contract are attached together, it must be done by the master's hand, and there must be something strange in it." I don't know the trick, and if I expose it indiscriminately, I'm afraid something bad will happen. If you kill your uncle, it will be a great sin. ”

Thinking of this, he put out his thoughts of revealing the soul contract again, just waited for this time, went down the mountain and asked Qiao Feifei to find out the identity of the fruit, and then make a plan.

It didn't take long for the fruit to open its eyes leisurely, and as soon as it woke up, it struggled to jump off Tian Yan's palm, pointing at Tian Yan, and then pointing at himself, whining and crying. The tears were pink, dripping on its green body, and were wiped away by small hands, but it had a unique local charm in the painting.

Tian Yan's old face turned red, and he hurriedly said: "I'm really sorry, are you in pain?"

The fruit dotted his body, and he cried even more sadly. Tian Yan scratched his head, took out another top-grade Dao crystal, and said, "I'll give you another one, it's right to make amends, you can't do it." ”

As soon as the fruit saw Daojing, he cried a few more times, and the tears stopped, and he hesitated slightly, and then took it. He picked up the one on the ground again, clamped each of his two short thin arms, and limped back.

Tian Yan said again: "I'll come to see you again in a while, can't you see me?"

The fruit turned around, whined twice, drooped his eyes, and grimaced, with the pink tears and the green robe, as if singing a big opera.

Tian Yan smiled, patted the fruit a few times, and watched it burrow into the coffin and hide it. Missing the soul contract like this, the regret and melancholy in my heart can be imagined, but fortunately, I already know where the land is, and the future is long, and there are all ways to think about it. He was silent for a long time, then he cleaned up his mood, looked at Mo Shang in the coffin, and thought: "No matter what, she is always my master, and Shicai has also received great benefits from her. ”

He immediately walked slowly to the front of the coffin, knelt down respectfully, shouted to his disciples to meet the master, kowtowed nine times sincerely, knelt forward again, dusted up his sleeves, and wiped the coffin carefully. In fact, there is no wind and no dust on this air mass, and the coffin itself is also a strange treasure, and there is no trace of dirt on it. It's just that he sprinkles and sweeps the graves every day, and he has long been used to it, and if he doesn't do it at this time, he always feels that he is not respectful enough.

After doing this, he slowly stood up, and thought in his heart: "Master doesn't like to lie, I say some words of prayer, and she listens to it, and she is afraid and tired of it." After thinking for a moment, he said to the body in the coffin: "Master, I have been in the door for some time, except for a few kowtows to the peak on the day of apprenticeship, I have never remembered you, even if I found this place today, it was all for Uncle Shi's way out of trouble, and now I think of it, I am really a little ashamed in my heart." As he spoke, he knelt down again, knocked his head a few times, and continued: "As the saying goes, one day is a teacher, and a lifetime is a father, since your old man has recognized me as an apprentice, he is the elder in my family, and I will often visit you when I have time in the future, and it will not be in vain this master-apprentice relationship." Saying that, he kowtowed a few more times, then slowly stood up and turned to leave.

When he turned around, he saw that the dissipated virtual shadow of Mo Shang was standing quietly not far behind him, looking over here with a pair of narrow eyes, and there was no joy or anger on his face. He was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly knelt down and said, "The disciple is talking nonsense, and I hope that the master will not be strange." ”

Mo Shang snorted lightly and said lightly: "Your heartfelt words don't sound bad. As he spoke, his voice suddenly turned sharp, and Sen Sen said: "Do you know that if you have half a disrespectful speech or action, you will be dead at this moment!"

Tian Yan secretly wiped a handful of cold sweat, and heard Mo Shang say again: "You apprentice, you can be regarded as a pure person, Ziyang provoked people, and really saw a bit of skill." Speaking of this, there were two smiles on his face for the first time, and the gloom around him was suddenly diluted a lot.

Seeing her like this, Tian Yan was also relieved in his heart, scratched his head and said, "Master, what's wrong with your old man...... Again...... Reply?"

Mo Shang said: "You just have to rest assured, I won't stay long, and I just want to scare you in the future, but I can't do it." Between the words, the figure gradually became faint, turned into a transparent ball, and came to Tian Yan's sea of knowledge. Under some nourishment, the baby grew a lot in an instant, reaching the size of two and a half palms, which is half the size of an ordinary baby, and the eight light clusters naturally grew together, and the rain and dew were all wet.

After doing this, Moshang's figure was gone, but there was still a voice in the void: "The matter of Ziyang, when the time comes, you can make your own decision." As for the little soup maker on the peak, I'll send you as an entourage!"

At this point, there was no sound at all, leaving only Tian Yan kneeling in a daze, silent for a long time. Today, the master and apprentice met, and it was only half an hour before and after, but Moshang was always like a cold mountain with snow peaks high above, cold and heavy, forcing people to breathe. He finally knew why, after 10,000 years, as soon as the token of Mo Shang came out, the disciples of his disciples were still silent, it was really because Mo Shang's strict reputation was too much, and there were many extreme methods, although the times were long, it was also hairing to hear.