"Really?" The sword soul showed an extremely intentional expression. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's true. If one day I can't make you stronger, you can leave, and I won't stop you. Yang Yi continued to flicker.

"Don't lie to me, or I'll let you die a bad death."

"The eldest husband is like a mountain, how can he lie to you?"

"I don't dare." After the sword soul said this, he happily returned to the "Demon King Sword". The quietly erected "Demon King Sword" flew up and came to Yang Yi's side.

Yang Yi held the hilt of the sword in his hand and wanted to swing it a few times. Who knew that the "Demon King Sword" weighed Yu 10,000 catties, and it was not something he could dance at all. In desperation, Yang Yi had no choice but to stand with his sword in his hand and shouted loudly, "Good sword, good sword." to show belonging.

"Congratulations to Daoyou, you got the 'Demon King Sword'." "I hope that Daoist friends will be able to use the 'Demon King Sword' well in the future, and they will not fail this sword." …… The Sword Demon Sect monk saw that the "Demon King Sword" recognized Yang Yi, although there were all kinds of envy and jealousy on his face, but no one had the intention of snatching it, and they all congratulated politely.

"Thank you to all the Taoist friends, thank you to the Taoist friends......" Yang Yi hurriedly returned the salute.

"Brother Yang, I didn't expect the 'Demon King Sword' to really be obtained by you." When Yang Yi and Jiang Wanquan flew to the Dongqi Continent together, Du Qianjun sighed.

"It's just a fluke, it's really nothing."

"Brother Yang said something. Since the Demon King Sword recognizes Brother Yang, it proves that Brother Yang is worthy of this sword, and there is no reason to be lucky. Jiang Wanquan said with a serious face.

"What Brother Jiang said is very true, it is Yang who is in love. By the way, Brother Jiang, how should I use the 'Demon King Sword'? This sword is still too heavy for a cultivator like me. ”

"The most valuable of the 'Demon King Sword' is the sword soul in it, not the sword body. Brother Yang can let the sword soul enter the sword weapon you use, and then you can refine the sword weapon again. ”

"Thank you, Brother Jiang, for your advice." Yang Yi communicated with the sword soul and told it what he meant. Originally, Yang Yi thought that the sword soul might not be obedient, but he didn't expect it to be extremely cooperative and directly entered the sword weapon he carried. However, after the sword soul entered the sword weapon, it destroyed his divine sense imprint. Yang Yi also understood at this time why Jiang Wanquan would say the words of sacrificing the sword weapon again. After re-refining the sword weapon he named "Feng Xian", Yang Yi found that "Feng Xian" gave him a particularly strange feeling, as if this sword had now become his natal sword weapon.

"Brother Yang, what are you going to do with this 'Demon King Sword'?" Jiang Wanquan looked at the "Demon King Sword" who had lost his sword soul with a salivating expression.

"This sword is useless to me now, so give it to Brother Jiang." Seeing that Jiang Wanquan was interested in the "Demon King Sword", Yang Yi certainly didn't mind being a favor.

"Thank you, Brother Yang. Although this sword is useless to Brother Yang, it is definitely a rare weapon for the monks of the Sword Demon Sect like us. Jiang Wanquan couldn't put it down and said as he played with the "Demon King Sword".

After Yang Yi and the others returned to the Dongqi Continent, they found a deserted mountain nearby. They came here to use the "Corpse King Heart" to enhance the physical strength of the natal corpse. Yang Yi and the five of them opened up a huge cave mansion in the belly of the mountain, and Yang Yi set up a defensive formation outside the cave mansion. Du Qianjun and Lu Qiangyu each held a black carving knife and carved a complex and strange pattern on the ground of the cave. Then the two of them took out some demonic treasures and placed them on the pattern in a certain order.

"Brother Yang, Wang Daoyou, which of you will come first?" After doing all this, Du Qianjun asked Yang Yi and Wang Yuezhong.

"Wang Daoyou, please first." Yang Yiqian gave way.

"Thank you Yang Daoyou." Wang Yuezhong was also not polite, guiding his natal corpse to stand in the center of the pattern.

"Wang Daoyou, when strengthening your natal corpse, I hope you can keep your heart and don't be controlled by the anger of the 'corpse king'."

"Du Daoyou, even if he acts, I will keep my mind."

"Then I'll get started." Du Qianjun took out the "Corpse King Heart" and threw it on the top of Wang Yuezhong's natal corpse. The "Corpse King Heart", which originally wanted to fly around, was honest after the strange pattern bloomed with a dazzling black light. The black magic fire flew out of Du Qianjun's hand and burned towards the "Corpse King's Heart". A strange gray qi emerged from the burning "Corpse King's Heart" and merged into the body of Wang Yuezhong's natal corpse. In the originally silent cave, a terrible and low roar suddenly sounded. Although this voice was extremely harsh and ugly, it did not have the slightest impact on Yang Yi, Jiang Wanquan and Lu Qiangyu. However, for Du Qianjun, who was casting spells, and Wang Yuezhong, who was paying attention to his natal corpse, it was completely different.

The two Dus seemed to be going through extremely painful ordeal and extremely unfair treatment, and both showed great anger and dissatisfaction. However, both of them tried to restrain the negative emotions on their faces and tried to be as calm and indifferent as possible. As time passed, the terrible howls became more and more sharp and unpleasant, and even Yang Yi and the three of them felt a slight discomfort. Not to mention the two of them, they were not only angry and dissatisfied at the moment, but also exuded an irrepressible murderous aura on their bodies.

As a demon cultivator, Du Qianjun should have been more affected by this negative emotion. But his concentration is amazing, and his heart is excellent, but he can still suppress it. Although Wang Yuezhong, as an ordinary monk, was less affected by external emotions, he couldn't suppress it. A natal weapon had already appeared in his hand, and he wanted to make a move to chop the natal corpse.

"Wang Daoyou, hold on for a while and it'll be over." Lu Qiangyu kindly reminded.

However, when Wang Yuezhong heard this reminder, not only did he not calm down, but became more restless. The weapon in his hand was being raised tremblingly, threatening to slash at his natal corpse. At this critical moment, an earth-shattering lion's roar suddenly exploded in the cave, completely covering up the terrible and sharp roar. The anger on Wang Yuezhong's face dissipated in an instant, and his raised arm was also lowered.

"Okay Wang Daoyou, you can recall your natal corpse." After a while, Du Qianjun, who stopped burning his demon fire to the "Corpse King's Heart", said to Wang Yuezhong.

"If it weren't for Yang Daoyou's help this time, I'm afraid I would have failed. I won't say much about thanks, if Yang Daoyou has something to do in the future, he can come to the Demon Breath Hall of the Corpse Demon City to find him. When the time comes, even if Wang is asked to go to the soup, Wang will not refuse. After Wang Yue Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, he said to Yang Yi.

"Wang Daoyou doesn't have to be like this." Yang Yi replied, and then summoned the spirit corpse, letting Liu Yun stand in the middle of the pattern. Du Qianjun was physically and mentally exhausted at the moment, and he had already sat down to rest. His junior brother Lu Qiangyu released the magic fire and burned the "Corpse King Heart" that had shrunk a circle. When the bitter and sharp wail sounded again, Yang Yi suddenly found himself in an illusion. In the illusion, he is a lonely child. The people around him don't want to see him, thinking that he is a disaster. Scolding, insulting, and fooling him...... Do all the evil things. He's angry, he's angry, he's going to get revenge, he's going to kill.

"Does it directly affect the illusion of the divine soul?" The anger on Yang Yi's face only appeared for a moment, and then returned to normal. Although the illusion in front of him is still there, it can no longer affect Yang Yi. He was now outside of the illusion, like an outsider, watching all this change. After a while, Yang Yi felt a little bored, so he roared out. The illusion dissipated instantly, and his eyes returned to normal. However, when the wailing sound entered Yang Yi's ears again, the illusion was staged again. After understanding the reason for the appearance of the illusion, Yang Yi roared once in a while from time to time, so that Lu Qiangyu would be less affected.

"Brother Yang, your spirit is really powerful, and you can ignore the influence of the wailing." Seeing Yang Yi's indifferent appearance, Du Qianjun praised.

"It's okay."

After strengthening the spirit corpse's physical body, Yang Yi felt it, and he found that Liu Yun's strength and physical strength had increased by two percent. Although two percent is not a lot, it is also equivalent to the increase in the moon body supernatural power of the Howling Moon Wolf Clan. Of course, there is still no comparison with the Moon Body Divine Power strengthened by Wolf Moon Lonely. Now, if Liu Yun used a sword that was full of intentions, the power would definitely be much greater than when Yang Yi himself used the four strongest secret techniques at the same time. Naturally, he was extremely satisfied with such a result.

After Yang Yi finished strengthening the flesh of the natal corpse, he did not leave in a hurry. He stayed on the barren mountain for a few days, and the four of Du Qianjun learned fighting techniques, chatting about the world, and it was also enjoyable.

"Brother Yang, it's so late, I don't know if you have anything else to discuss with Du?" Late one night on the third day, when everyone else was resting, Yang Yi and Du Qianjun came to the barren mountain.

"It's not a big deal, I just told Brother Du that I'm leaving today. Before leaving, I would like to give Brother Du a gift. ”

"Why is Brother Yang in such a hurry? It's rare for our brothers to meet once, so why don't we have fun and then go? I really don't know if he'll see him again, and what year and month it will be. Du Qianjun didn't care about the gift in Yang Yi's mouth, he just didn't want him to leave too early.

"There is a feast in the world, Yang still has important things to do, so he had to leave. Brother Du took this magic weapon, and I think it will be of some use to you. Yang Yi took out a black hairpin and said when he handed it to Du Qianjun.