The roaring sword qi was still crisscrossing the sword spirit's body, stripping away all the blood and qi condensed on its body, and then it was rolled into flames and turned into black qi that soared into the sky.

Kun Lao guessed correctly. This holy sword is a re-creation of the Hidden Butcher Knife. That knife had been soaked in the blood of hundreds of billions of living beings, and the ferocious aura had become incomparably stronger.

However, Long Haotian could clearly feel that in the process of being shattered and reforged into a holy sword, the ferocious aura had been greatly swept away. Otherwise, if it was still the butcher's knife from the past, with his current cultivation realm, he would not dare to approach it at all. No matter how strong his willpower is, he will definitely be completely demonized.

Therefore, Long Haotian has always been extremely curious about the identity of the strong man who reforged this sword. What kind of person could do this? He was still puzzled.

However, at the moment, he didn't have much energy to think about this, but concentrated all his energy and strength, and continued to cleanse the remaining fierce aura from this sword spirit.

After about an hour, the color of this sword spirit became much lighter. And everyone, under the leadership of the fourth elder and Luo Jiutian, pushed away three thousand miles away. And the entire heaven and earth within a radius of 3,000 miles was almost filled with this black and ferocious aura.

At first, this sword spirit hadn't figured out what Long Haotian was going to do. But now, it's completely clear.

Moreover, at the beginning, its mind was confused by this ferocious aura, and it was completely full of bitter hatred and hostility towards Long Haotian. But when the ferocity in his body weakened, it seemed to gradually regain its true nature.

Another hour later, the scope of the ferocious aura expanded by a thousand miles. However, the body of the sword spirit finally could no longer find a trace of black.

In the past two hours, Long Haotian was cleansing the fierce aura on this sword spirit on the one hand, but in fact, on the other hand, he was also cultivating his own fire spells. At this moment, his "Ten Days of Burning the Heavens" had already been cultivated to the fifth level, and above the entire void, five rounds of red suns appeared at the same time.

And beneath the sword spirit, the earth had been completely transformed into a huge molten pool by the rolling heat wave, and endless magma was tumbling in it.

"Long Haotian!" Finally, the sword spirit spoke again, but his tone had become extremely peaceful, "It's okay, there is no more ferocious aura on my body!"

In the void, fine beads of sweat also oozed from Long Haotian's forehead. These two hours were really a torment for him. Put away the unicorn horns, let the strong wind blow away the black gas between heaven and earth, and restore the magma to the appearance of the earth again.

"Long Haotian, thank you!" the sword spirit saluted Long Haotian with great respect.

"You're welcome," Long Haotian waved his hand, "What are you going to do next?"

The sword spirit fell silent, but it was clear that it was no longer struggling as it had been.

After a while, he replied quite seriously: "Even with my current strength, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find an opponent in the entire Dragon Bird Ridge." If I follow you, will it affect your growth?"

"Heh, interesting!" Long Haotian smiled slightly.

Originally, he was reluctant to follow him, and even had to fight against him. Now, although he is still reluctant, he uses such an excuse to make Long Haotian a little unable to refuse.

It was right, if Long Haotian relied too much on this holy sword, even if he could sweep through the Dragon Bird Ridge, it would greatly affect his growth.

Whether it is a divine weapon or a natural bloodline, for any warrior who has them, it is an endless wealth and a gift from heaven. However, there are two sides to everything, and the sharper the sword, the more likely it is to hurt yourself.

In the history of the Sacred Continent, geniuses who were too obsessed with divine weapons and natural bloodlines eventually achieved nothing, and even fell. In the previous life, Long Haotian had seen too many such people, and each of them made him sigh.

However, if it was Long Haotian in the previous life, after hearing these words, he might let this sword spirit go. But after being reborn in this life, Long Haotian's understanding of himself has been greatly better than before. Even if he really has a divine weapon, he can handle the balance of this.

For example, in real terms, Long Haotian's most powerful hole card is this inner world. When he was against Murong Chen, he could completely bring him into the inner world, and then easily kill him. But he didn't.

"Whether it will affect my growth or not, you don't have to worry about that. Long Haotian replied.

Soon, he saw a look of disappointment flash in the sword spirit's eyes, but it quickly returned to its original state.

"However, there is indeed some truth in your words," Long Haotian changed his words, and then raised three fingers and said, "Three times, how?"

"Three times?"

"You still stay with me, and if I ask you for help three times, and you help me through the calamity, I will let you go. Of course, if you are still willing to follow me, I will welcome it, but if you are not, I will not hinder you, how about it?"

"Three ......," the sword spirit said after a long silence, "If you don't ask me for help for 10,000 years, then wouldn't I want to follow you for 10,000 years?"

"Hahahaha!" Long Haotian laughed and said, "Ten thousand years, you have also stayed in my third consciousness space for a while, don't you know that I am a reborn being, and I was already in the Saint King realm when I was a hundred years old in my previous life. You say 10,000 years, what does it mean to me?"

"A hundred years old to become a holy king!"

As soon as these words came out, it really shocked the sword inspiration. Then, it had to take a serious look at the boy in front of it again.

"In this life, although I dare not be arrogant, I believe that I can definitely surpass the achievements of my previous life. If you follow me, there will only be endless benefits, and if you leave me, you will only lose yourself!"

Obviously, these words had a great impact on the sword spirit. However, although the ferocious aura has been swept away, the dignity of being a sword spirit still exists, and it is very difficult for him to be bewitched by Long Haotian's words.

In the end, the sword spirit nodded and said, "Three times is three times, I promise you! After three times, I will fight with you fairly." If you fail, I will depart, and if you win, I will follow you in this life and in this life."

"Okay! That's it!" Long Haotian nodded.

The strength of this holy sword today may have reached the Arhat realm. If Long Hao really wanted to keep it, he could only ask it for assistance three times in the process of reaching that realm. This is not only a great pressure for him, but also a great motivation.

(End of chapter)