"Wow, come on, big guy, hit me!" A childish voice sounded in the sky, a little baby wearing a red belly pocket and white shorts, punched and slammed into an adult zombie in the sky, the zombie kept claws out and pierced the baby's hand, but the sharp claws only left a white scar on his hand.

"Ahh

The child flew forward, turned into a streamer, landed on the zombie's chest, and then continued to swing his fist, his fist with a silver light, blasting at the zombie like lightning.

"I'll fight, I'll fight, I'll fight!" the baby cried excitedly as he shook his fist.

After the beating, the baby's body flew into the sky and said to the zombie: "Big guy, I won't fight with you this time, we will fight tomorrow." Hearing this, the zombie had a twinkle of fear in his eyes, then got up and shot quickly farther away.

The strength reached the Martial Emperor, and it already had a certain amount of wisdom, but it just couldn't speak, it was scared away by the little guy, and it didn't dare to continue to stay in this place.

The little one turned into a streamer in the sky, and then landed on the top of a large river in front of a waterfall, and shouted to Yechen on a reef in the middle of the river, "Daddy, I'm back." ”

Yechen opened his eyes and said lightly: "Oh, according to the custom, punch me." ”

"Ah, go!" Yemo's right hand glowed with silver light and slammed towards Yechen.

Yechen's fingers poked out a silver light, shattering the flying power, and then nodded, "I'm not lazy, not bad." ”

Ten days have passed since Yechen took Yemo to cultivate, and ten days have not only taught Yemo how to use his power, but also allowed him to control his power freely.

In terms of cultivation, this guy is a freak, he is making progress every day, when he was just born, his strength was only a first-order martial emperor, he didn't practice when he traveled before, and now after ten days of cultivation, he has reached the cultivation of a second-order martial emperor, and the speed of cultivation is not slower than Yechen at all.

And for the perception of the power of death, Yechen also saw the terrible talent of Yemo, the power perception that Yechen has taught in the past few days, Yemo can understand it at a glance, and he will understand the perception that is difficult for others to understand, and he will understand it in a few words of Yechen.

All the skills of Yechen, Yemo can also be learned as soon as he learns, including Yechen's marksmanship, swordsmanship, pace, Yemo only needs to look at it once, and he can play it well, what he remembers, not only the form, but also the god.

This terrifying talent made Yechen ashamed, even Chang Baihui of the Xuanyin Treasure Body and Di Xin of the Nine Yin Absolute Body did not have such a terrifying cultivation talent.

Even, Yechen didn't know what this talent should be called, this was a body that was attached to God.

Like Yechen, it seems that as long as there are cultivation resources, Yemo's strength can continue to expand.

"Let's go, let's go to the purgatory space and collect the magic sword. Yechen said, then summoned back Ivy and Mu Lie, and entered the purgatory space.

"Meet the general!" Seeing Yechen coming, everyone bowed.

Yechen asked, "Have you ever encountered a magic sword?"

Song Yue said: "General, the magic sword is ahead, I'll wait for the general to come." ”

"Hmm!" Yechen nodded, and then said to Mu Lie beside him, "Mu Lie, tell them how to subdue the magic sword." ”

"Yes!" Mu Lie stepped forward and said loudly, "The magic sword only respects the strong, when you fancy a certain magic sword, use your own strength to defeat him, don't think about using clever tricks, any tricks will be spurned by the magic sword, only really strong strength will make him succumb." Master, the point is as simple as that. ”

"Okay!" Yechen said, and then took the lead in walking forward, seeing countless dense magic swords floating above the magma river and the ground in the distance.

The appearance of these magic swords is the same as the one in Mu Lie's hand, the whole is black, as wide as the palm of his hand, and as long as one meter and a half, and the blades are very sharp and glowing with a terrifying luster.

Yechen stepped forward and immediately alarmed countless magic swords, Yechen grabbed the void and took the strongest magic sword into his hand, this magic sword was only the peak of the Martial Emperor, although he was trying his best to resist Yechen's power, but he couldn't get rid of it at all.

On the bracer, the magic sword opened its eyes and looked at Yechen angrily, and the magic sword let out a trembling sound, and then the magic sword suddenly opened its mouth and roared at Yechen: "Let go of me." The voice was childish, similar to that of a little girl of seven or eight years old.

Yechen said lightly: "Surrender or break, you choose one of the two." ”

"Don't want me to surrender!" said the magic sword loudly.

Yechen put the magic sword in front of his eyes, held the sword magic sword in his right hand, and then flicked the fingers of his left hand on the magic sword, making a huge crashing sound.

"What a powerful force, master, I am willing to surrender to you!" After saying this, Yechen felt that the rules of heaven and earth had descended, and some kind of mysterious connection was established between Yechen and the magic sword, which was similar to the power of the contract of the death power, but it was not mastered by Yechen, as if it only existed in the magic sword.

"Oh, that's it?" Yechen was a little surprised.

On the side, Huang Xinrou said anxiously: "General, those magic swords flew over." In the distance, the magic sword seemed to feel the invasion of Yechen and the others, and the dense tip of the sword was towards the dragon-blooded warrior.

Yechen nodded and said, "Come on, submit them." ”

These magic swords, all of them are Martial Emperors, fortunately, the dragon blood warriors have also all been promoted to Martial Emperors, and the only Martial King is Lin Yan'er, which can be described as a needle-to-wheat mang.

"Rush!" The little guy on Yechen's shoulder also rushed over, sandwiched between the ordinary dragon-blooded warriors and killed forward.

This time, the Dragon-Blood Warriors didn't have any cooperation, and it was all one-on-one dogfights.

Yechen took his magic sword and looked at it carefully, since the rules of heaven and earth came, Yechen felt that the magic sword in his hand was like a part of his life, as long as his mind moved, he could react, as flexible as a natal zombie.

The magic sword opened his mouth and said to Yechen: "Master, the magic sword only serves one master in his life, and the person is in the sword, and the person is dead and the sword is broken." ”

Yechen responded: "Don't worry, you will know in the future how well you choose me." ”

Then, Yechen set his eyes into the distance, and it was not so easy for others to choose the magic sword, such as Huang Xinrou and Song Jia, who pressed the magic sword with the strength of the martial arts, but still did not make the magic sword succumb so quickly.

However, only the Martial Emperor-level Ye Mo stood in the sky with a magic sword raised high at this moment, and shouted happily: "Great, finally have a little friend to play with me, I will call you Xiao Hei in the future." ”

"Nice hosts. Night Ink's magic sword responded to Night Ink.

(End of chapter)