This time, Ling Chuxi didn't try to stop Cang Yuan and let him keep a few pieces for herself, on the one hand, because Cang Yuan was able to form Ling Ju, which was also very beneficial to her, and on the other hand, because she couldn't stop it if she wanted to. This poor child has been hungry for tens of thousands of years, and he has been starving like this, who can stop it?

Next to him, Duan Xiaomo sat obediently on the edge of the bed, calmly looking at the strange light, compared with the past, there was a trace of curiosity in his empty eyes, but it was only a trace.

And in the corner that Ling Chuxi didn't notice, Zhen Ye, who looked like a little squirrel, curled up in the corner of the bed, his two eyes showed a shocked look, very humane: "What kind of sword is this, it can absorb the spiritual power of Mo Yujing, a whole box of Mo Yujing was absorbed by it in a moment, it will not take long to absorb it cleanly, could it be that there is a powerful sword spirit hidden in this sword?" ”

Zhen Ye's heart set off a stormy wave, it is not strange that the sword has spirituality, it is said that many ancient swords can breed sword spirits, but such sword spirits are generally just a little spiritual, such as being able to issue a sword chant warning when the sword master is in distress, and he can't form a divine thought.

But looking at Ling Chuxi's sword, it can actually absorb the spiritual power of an entire box of ink jade crystals, just like the cultivation of humans or demon beasts, obviously, this sword spirit already has its own divine sense, and this can be regarded as a real divine sword.

"What kind of sword is this?" Zhen Ye looked at Ling Chuxi blankly, his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't even move his eyes.

"Boom!" At the end of the day, a trace of ink jade crystal spiritual power poured into the Falling Dust Sword, and the sword body erupted with a dazzling phantom light, releasing an invisible air current, directly stunning Zhen Ye.

"Are you alright?" Ling Chuxi didn't notice Xiaohong's abnormality, seeing that the ink jade crystal in the box had been consumed, he asked Cangyuan in his mind expectantly.

"Ha Lu Ha In the hearty laughter, the majestic figure of Cangyuan appeared in front of Ling Chuxi out of thin air, although the spirit body still looked illusory and ethereal, but it was able to break away from the Falling Dust Sword, jump out of Ling Chuxi's sea of mind, and be independent of the world.

Ling Chuxi pursed his lips, isn't it just a spirit body, he was actually excited like this, and he also talked about ancient texts.

"Ha Lu Ha Ha, this is the spirit body, this is the sword god spirit body, as long as I have the sword god spirit body, I can find other abyss remnants and reshape the divine sword! Ha Lu Ha ......Ha

"Can you not say the word I?" Ling Chuxi was really uncomfortable listening to it.

"If you don't say my word, how can you prove the identity of my ancient No. 1 divine sword?" Cangyuan said very smugly.

Ling Chuxi suddenly found that when the Cangyuan Sword Spirit first appeared, it gave people an unreachable cold feeling, but after fusing the Sword Soul Sword Spirit, it became more and more human, and now it has condensed into an entity, if you don't look at his illusory and ethereal appearance, just listen to him, and feel no different from a real person. However, why do you think this guy is a bit two?

Ling Chuxi suddenly had an idea, the Cangyuan Sword Spirit was originally formed by the love, hatred, and hatred of Cangyuan's predecessors before they died, so with the fusion of Cangyuan's remnants, the feelings became richer and richer, so if the seven Cangyuan remnants were gathered, in addition to reshaping the Cangyuan Sword, would the Cangyuan seniors themselves also be resurrected?