Although Lan Xinyue's soul power had been raised to the fifty-first rank, since the Holy Core was delivered to Long Haotian, her physical strength was far inferior to that of the past. Such a long-lasting soul power confrontation made her soft posture at this moment, like a Xizi holding her heart.

Finally, when Long Haotian's devouring equivalent increased to nearly 10,000 points, the girl couldn't help but ask softly, "Haotian...... Probably...... How much longer?"

"It's almost over!" Long Haotian's heart was also very uncomfortable, if it weren't for the enemy he was facing was too strong, how could he be willing to let his beloved suffer like this?

"Uh-huh......" The girl's head bowed, and her body trembled violently. At the moment when Lan Xinyue was about to fall, a voice finally came from her side, which sounded like a savior.

"Alright!

The next moment, a dragon roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth rose from Long Haotian's body to the sky. Then, the rolling sound wave was like a terrifying shockwave, shooting towards the four fields with the cultivation valley as the center.

The earth is trembling, and the rocks are rushing. Even the foundation of the walls of the great city, which was hundreds of miles away, had cracks in the Dao at this moment. The statue of Long Haotian in the center of the city can also be seen shaking very clearly.

Everyone stopped their cultivation and looked in the direction of the cultivation valley in great horror. Even if it was the second elder and Luo Jiutian, their faces were extremely solemn at this moment. They could feel that from the cultivation valley, there was once again a terrifying monstrous demonic aura.

"Hoo ——"

In the valley, Long Haotian breathed a long sigh of relief, but soon his nerves tensed again. Lan Xinyue had already swallowed the pill to restore her strength, and she was hiding behind Long Haotian very well. And a hundred feet away in front of Long Haotian was the sword spirit that emanated from his cloak.

However, at this moment, the sword spirit's eyes flashed with deep jealousy, and he didn't seem to dare to approach Long Haotian.

It could see that around Long Haotian's body, a star-twinkling dragon was coiling around at this moment. Its eyes were like two bright stars, and its whole body erupted with a palpitating majesty, which was the second star smelted by Long Haotian, the Thunder Dragon Wudu.

"Say, who is your master!" Long Hao pointed at the sword spirit and let out an angry shout. And from the dragon's innocent mouth, there were also bursts of dragon groans.

The sword spirit didn't answer Long Haotian's words at first, but looked around with great vigilance. And when the dragon's groan sounded, its attention finally focused.

When its gaze met that of Wu Yu, the sword spirit's body trembled. Then, as its body continues to fall backwards. But after a few moments, it found that it had no way back.

I saw that at the mouth of the valley, a barrier had already been formed by Long Haotian with spiritual power, and at the same time, the top of the entire valley seemed to be covered with an invisible cover, no matter how this sword spirit attacked, it would always be difficult to shake it in the slightest.

After all, this is the inner world, and Long Haotian is the absolute master here. Moreover, although the cultivation realm of this sword spirit body is extremely high, its strength is now almost exhausted, and it is not able to exert one-ten-thousandth of its original combat power at all. Therefore, listen to its mouth, constantly emitting bursts of angry cries like a trapped beast.

As early as the time of the royal capital, Long Haotian was almost certain that this sword spirit, or to be more precise, this broken sword, was inextricably linked to Wuxuan's serious injury. At the same time, judging from the few subtle traces on this broken sword, I am afraid that its fracture is also due to the unscrupulous handwriting.

Before Wu Yu passed away, he didn't mention this sword spirit to himself. In Long Haotian's opinion, this was not an unwarranted negligence, and it was very likely that the matter about this sword spirit was sealed in the dragon blood divine seal. Only when Long Haotian's cultivation has reached a considerable level can he gain insight into everything. And Wuyu also knew very well that before Long Haotian reached that realm, this sword spirit would have no reason to recover.

The reason for this affirmation is that there are only two ways to revive a broken sword spirit that is incomplete and has fallen into a deep sleep.

One is to let it slowly absorb the power of heaven and earth. It's just that this method will take a long time to do. It was so long ago that if it was followed by a normal cultivation method, it would be enough for Long Haotian to become strong enough again.

It's a pity that what Ling Wuyu didn't expect was that when Long Haotian squeezed out the eight electric sea pools, it caused a huge vibration in the mountain. At that time, in addition to waking himself up from his slumber, he also let a little dragon blood flow through the cracks in the rock to the sword body.

How strong is the dragon's bloodline, strong enough to make up for that incomparably long time. As a result, this sword spirit, which had been sleeping for five thousand years like Wuyu, also woke up.

Of course, on the one hand, there was too little dragon blood flowing out of the cracks in the rocks, and on the other hand, it wasn't long before Wu Yu turned all the dragon blood into the dragon blood inner pill and integrated it into Long Haotian's body. As a result, the sword spirit did not have enough power to revive it completely.

At present, the strength it has recovered may be less than one-ten-thousandth of its peak. However, these few powers alone have made it terrifying enough. The existence that is so terrifying that it can kill the peak of the Demon Tribulation Realm in seconds!

Long Haotian really didn't dare to imagine how terrifying it would be if this sword spirit was really fully recovered? I'm afraid that with a single blow, it could raze an allied country in Longque Ridge to the ground! Who wouldn't desire this kind of power?

Therefore, after the revival of this sword spirit, he was frantically looking for that familiar power. And the reason why it chose Long Haotian's body was precisely because it felt the dragon blood breath that it was extremely familiar with from Long Haotian's body.

Of course, because of the body of this sword spirit, it was destroyed by Wufu after all. Therefore, Long Haotian would boldly guess that this sword spirit must have a fear from the depths of his soul for Wuyu.

So, Long Haotian once again started his big gamble. He chose to use the method he had just done to accumulate enough strength, and then forced the demon that had devoured his power out of his body with the sound of a dragon's roar. And in the end, he won the bet again.

At this moment, the sword spirit had been forced into a desperate situation by Long Haotian, and there was no way back. However, no matter how Long Haotian asked, this sword spirit never revealed the slightest information about its master.

Just when he was at a loss, suddenly, a thought flashed in Long Haotian's mind at this moment, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Since you don't say it, then I'll let you speak by yourself in another way!"