And at the place of the decisive battle, at this moment, the sword spirit was staring at the gluttonous holy inkstone in Long Haotian's palm with an extremely angry gaze.

If he was in the outer world, even if Long Haotian had ten star-absorbing stones, he would have been blown to pieces by its sword wave long ago. But now in the inner world, he used the power of domination to contain his sword wave with a soft and rigid technique, and then used that inkstone to absorb it all.

"Long Haotian!" the sword spirit roared angrily, "Don't use that stone if you have the ability!"

"Heh, joke!" Long Haotian said coldly, "You have the ability to cut off half of your body!"

The sword spirit knew that it was wrong, and once again unleashed a furious sword wave. But in the end, under the vertical and horizontal control of Long Haotian, this force completely became the food of the inkstone.

However, at this moment, Long Haotian felt that this star-absorbing stone was about to reach a saturated state, and a cold smile finally appeared on his face: "It's finally my turn, your strength, I will return it to you as it is!"

"What!"

The sword spirit was shocked when he heard this.

Looking at Long Haotian again, there was already a crystal clear horn in his hand, which was the Holy Flame Qilin Horn.

"Alright, now I'll give you a taste of my methods!"

Long Haotian shouted angrily, and suddenly, under the blessing of the power of domination, the unicorn horn radiated a brilliant light far superior to the outer world, and at the same time, an incomparably sacred golden flame rose into the sky. The entire sky was illuminated transparently, and even if it was a hundred miles away, it was completely bathed in golden light.

"Hmm......" Sword Spirit's body trembled suddenly.

The next moment, I saw it holding its head in both hands, and its face showed an extremely painful expression. Suddenly, as if it realized something, it exclaimed, "Could it be ...... Could it be those eight beads?"

"Heh, it looks like you're not stupid!" Long Haotian showed a mocking smile on his face, "It's just that it's not just eight beads!"

"What ......"

Sword Spirit's heart trembled. The next moment, it felt a burst of heat from its body that was far superior to those eight spirit beads, and at the same time, its holy soul seemed to be incinerated.

"How could it be...... What the hell is this flame!"

"Don't you recognize it? This is called the Qilin Holy Flame!"

"Qilin Holy Flame?" Sword Spirit was startled, "But...... How did this flame get into me......? Ahh......h

"That's right!" Long Haotian smiled coldly, "Since you know that I once 'recognized a thief as my father', then don't you know that I, Long Haotian, am good at gambling, and I will win every time I gamble." You know why, because I never fight unprepared battles! Unfortunately, you know now, it's too late!"

The Holy Soul that subdued this sword spirit at the beginning relied on the eight consciousness spirit beads left by Yan Cang. And this pure yang power has always remained in the holy soul of this sword spirit. It's just that because this sword spirit chose to surrender, Long Haotian didn't continue to urge this force.

However, Long Haotian had never completely believed in this sword spirit, and it was expected that as long as it recovered its lower body, it would definitely rebel. Especially, after it noticed the half-truncated sword in the space bag.

The reason why he chose to go back to the inner world and take it out was that on the one hand, he needed to rely on the power of the master, and on the other hand, he also needed to make a little preparation in advance.

On the way back to Yanfu, Long Haotian always held a unicorn horn in his hand, and there he comprehended the "Ten Days of Burning Heaven". However, this was only one aspect, and the more important purpose was to secretly inject the extremely powerful holy flame power in the horn into the holy soul of the sword spirit, as well as the sword body that was fused with his right arm at that time.

The "Ten Days of Burning Heaven Technique" is powerful, even if it is only a heaven-level spell, the fiery power it bursts out will not be inferior to the "Immortal Phoenix Ten Stages Killing".

Therefore, during that time, Long Haotian's body was like a huge fireball, and this sword spirit, whether it was a holy soul or a body, was as if it was in a furnace.

However, in all fairness, even if the Holy Flame Qilin was still alive, its Golden Flame might not be able to damage the sword spirit's body. What's more, now it's just a unicorn horn, although its strength is still strong, it is still much weaker than the unicorn itself.

Therefore, even in the furnace, since he didn't feel threatened, this sword spirit didn't care too much. At the same time, Long Haotian controlled his power extremely exquisitely, and without realizing it, he poured the wisps of holy flames in the horns into its body and holy soul one by one.

Everything is broken from the inside out, but it is an unbreakable essence. The holy sword turned into a human form, and the holy weapon pattern on it turned into its blood meridians.

Look at Long Haotian again, holding a unicorn horn, urging the third power of the "Ten Days of Burning Heaven".

In an instant, three rounds of red suns appeared above the entire void, and the entire land instantly fell into a boiling heat. And when this blazing heat came into contact with the sword spirit's body, the holy flames in its body and the holy soul erupted uncontrollably, shuttling violently through its meridians.

"Ah——h

The sword spirit let out a terrible cry.

The pain of this holy soul being completely ignited is far worse than the body being shattered.

A hundred miles away, everyone looked at this terrifying Tianwei in great horror, as if they felt that their souls were about to burn as well. After only three breaths, everyone retreated a hundred miles, and the grass where they had stayed before was scorched earth.

Looking at the sword spirit again, the originally dark body gradually turned red, as if it could be burned again, and it could reach a white heat. It tossed up and down in agony between heaven and earth, trying in vain to shoot down the three rounds of red sun in the void. However, as soon as its sword wave was issued, it would be ruthlessly absorbed by the gluttonous holy inkstone.

Moreover, it was originally able to compete with the strong sword qi in its body against this blazing heat. But as the sword qi gradually decreased, the blazing heat continued to pour in, and the pain of the sword spirit increased exponentially.

"Long Haotian, you are despicable and shameless!"

The sword spirit cursed in the flames, but its voice was finally engulfed in flames. Long Haotian looked at it in the void like a fire god, but his face was cold and majestic.

"That's right, I'm so despicable!" Long Haotian snorted coldly, and in an instant, another flame fell from the sky. Then, every time this sword spirit cursed angrily, the strength of the sea of fire would increase by a single heavy.

It has given in for the first time, and its heart is far less powerful than it thinks.

Finally, by the ninth time, this sword spirit was really unbearable. It looked into Long Haotian's eyes, as if waiting for him to surrender. Anyway, it hoped that Long Haotian would give it a step down. It can't do it without surrendering and begging for surrender.

However, Long Haotian's actions made it feel desperate. As if he had completely seen through the sword spirit's thoughts, he did not come to surrender at all, but always tormented it with silence, and must force it to beg for surrender by itself.

(End of chapter)