Long Haotian knew very well that this sword spirit was a tool spirit with a lifespan of thousands of years, and after a catastrophe of shattering its body and bones, its desire for life was far better than that of ordinary people. And in its eyes, he is at best a young man with bad luck, how can his feelings of regret be compared to it?

But if he confided a little bit about himself to the sword spirit, then it was very likely to think that Long Haotian would be more desperate than himself. Because in a way, they both died once and were born again.

And once this sword spirit has this kind of thought, then it will definitely continue to deal with itself again. However, now that the power of these eight spirit beads is gone, and Long Haotian's soul power is almost on the verge of overdraft, he must fight quickly.

"Long Haotian, you wait! There is something to say, something to say!"

"Three, two, one——"

"Stop, stop! I will, I will——"

At the last moment, the sword spirit finally collapsed. Originally, it did have the intention of continuing to stalemate with Long Haotian, but in the end, it was too desperate to defeat Long Haotian in this psychological war.

"What do you want?" asked Long Haotian.

At this moment, he didn't dare to be careless at all, especially before this sword spirit didn't say every word himself.

"I am willing to surrender to you! From now on at your command!"

Long Haotian nodded, and then pointed a little. Above the wasteland, a hundred paces away from the two of them, a light appeared. It was the gate of Long Haotian's third consciousness space.

Just look at Long Haotian pointing to the gate and saying, "Since you are willing to surrender, then, you can hand over half of your holy soul!"

"Half Holy Soul!"

When the sword spirit heard this, he was so angry that his whole body trembled.

If he really handed over half of the Holy Soul to Long Haotian, as long as he did anything against his will in the future, he could use that half of the Holy Soul as a blackmail.

If it was really Long Haotian who broke the jar and destroyed half of his holy soul, then he would not just change back to his original slightly dull appearance. If you don't get it right, your mind will be greatly confused, and even your whole body of cultivation will be completely buried.

"Why? don't you agree?" Long Haotian said coldly, "If you can't even do this, how can I trust your sincerity? If you surrender to me only in vain and wrong, then why should I do more? Leaving you by my side, it's better to cut the grass and eradicate the root as soon as possible!"

Long Haotian said, and two essences burst out of his eyes. At this moment, his appearance is still secluded, and the butcher knife in his hand exudes a suffocating coldness.

The Holy Soul of this sword spirit trembled fiercely in the depths, and finally, it asked in a deep voice, "If I hand over the Holy Soul to you, will you really fulfill your promise and find the whole body for me?"

"How could I, Long Haotian, ever tell a lie? As long as you don't have the heart of betrayal, I will naturally not treat you badly!"

"Okay! I believe you!" the sword spirit finally surrendered completely.

Just see it smack, and then the whole body turned into two identical ones, but the size was smaller than before. After one of them was divided, it immediately began to shrink, and finally turned into a black ball of holy light, with a very reluctant look, and slowly walked towards the gate of Long Haotian's third consciousness space.

With the gate closing, the wasteland finally returned to its original form.

Long Haotian finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. In the third consciousness space, he separated some memories of seclusion and constructed a terrifying Shura dojo. It was the last life, the most tragic piece of land in the year he fought with the evil spirit.

Among them, Long Haotian and Liyou, like two world-destroying demon gods. Whoever it is, their bodies are already soaked in blood, and on the ground, there are mountains of corpses. And this scene has an excellent inhibitory effect on half of the holy souls of this sword spirit.

"Long Haotian, now that I have handed over half of the Holy Soul to you, what are you going to do next?" the Sword Spirit asked.

"Naturally, I will go my way, and of course, I will not forget my promise to you. As for you, naturally follow me. If necessary, you can also help me. Long Haotian said very calmly.

When the sword spirit heard this, he hated this in his heart! If his body was intact and his strength was restored to the peak, even the entire Dragon Bird Ridge could be swept away. It's just a kid from the Flame Heaven Realm, and it can wipe him out with a single move. It's good that half of the Holy Soul has been imprisoned by him, and he still has to be his bodyguard!

Long Haotian saw its thoughts, and said coldly: "Now, you must be attached to me. You need to remember that half of your Holy Soul is in my consciousness space. If something happens to me, you're doomed. So, just do what I say. When it's really time to fulfill my promise, I, Long Haotian, will definitely not regret it!"

The sword spirit knew that what Long Haotian said was true, and he really had no choice now.

The next moment, the remaining half of the holy soul of the sword spirit also turned into a ball of holy light and came to Long Haotian's first consciousness space.

Outside the Cultivation Valley, ever since the Holy Soul of the Sword Spirit flew into Long Haotian's eyebrows, everyone looked at him in great horror. Everyone's heart is in their throats.

Suddenly, under the horrified gaze of everyone, they saw that the severed sword on the ground slowly rose up and went straight in the direction of Long Haotian.

"Haotian!"

At the top of the peak of Tianyue Valley, Lan Xinyue let out an exclamation.

But the next moment, everyone's hearts finally relaxed.

I saw that the broken sword came to Long Haotian, and instead of piercing his chest, it turned around, and then slowly moved closer to Long Haotian's right arm. With a ball of holy light shining, the broken sword slowly began to merge with Long Haotian's right arm.

There was a look of incredulity on everyone's faces. Because they saw that this was not a seizure, but as if Long Haotian had conquered this sword spirit. The fusion lasted for about an hour, and finally the holy light dissipated.

Long Haotian felt that his right arm was exuding endless sharpness at this moment. He looked down and saw that the sleeve of his right arm had already been cut to pieces by the sword qi.

At the same time, on his right arm, there seems to be a faint pattern. This pattern is the same as the one on the broken sword. Long Haotian ran around the sky, and saw that the pattern, along with the improvement of his strength, gradually became brighter, as if it was the soldier's armor.