"Who are you?"

Ding Xiaoyi collapsed on the ground, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

That tribulation thundercloud had already disappeared, and the Sword Demon Mountain had recovered the dim environment.

He gasped for breath, and he secretly went to run Xingyuan, his whole body on alert.

"Who is the deity? Alas, for so many years, the deity has almost forgotten who the deity is?" There was endless vicissitudes and bitterness in that voice.

Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but be stunned.

Listening to that voice, it felt like the man had gone through endless years.

However, this Star Dou Forest has only fallen apart for millions of years, and that person should have stayed in this secret realm Sword Demon Mountain millions of years ago, maybe it was just an idea or a primordial god.

Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but tremble.

If it was a peerless powerhouse, it would be impossible for him to contend with it.

A peerless powerhouse with the realm of immortal weapons or the realm of divine products is not something that he, a mortal realm sword cultivator, can resist.

That's a real peerless powerhouse, thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi's face couldn't help but change.

The tribulation consumed too much of his star yuan, and even his two primordial gods were also sluggish.

This time, he can be the so-called cultivation of the hole cards, and his star yuan and the laws of heaven and earth in the sea of life are all exhausted.

At this time, he was weak, and the stars in the sea of stars were even more dim, and he couldn't even lift the stars at all.

He collapsed on the ground of the thatched hut, and he paid no more attention to the sudden sound.

It doesn't matter who he is, as long as you don't mess with him.

Although his breath is now sluggish, it does not mean that he is allowed to be slaughtered.

He still had a lot of cards to play, and he knew that the man should be watching his every move secretly.

As long as he didn't show a panicked expression, the man couldn't be sure if he still had the strength to fight.

"The years have passed, and I can't imagine that the deity actually saw the little guy who successfully survived the catastrophe, which is really surprising to the deity."

The voice sounded again, and at this time, Ding Xiaoyi had already caught where the voice came from, and the sound actually came from the magic sword that he had put into the scabbard.

He felt a pang in his heart, could it be that the owner of that voice was a magic sword, and that magic sword was not a sword spirit.

Generally, artifacts are artifacts and above, and divine weapons above will produce artifact spirits.

The higher the owner's cultivation of the artifact, the higher the artifact's cultivation will be, the artifact will also be fed by the master's cultivation, so the artifact will also produce spiritual wisdom and give birth to the artifact spirit.

"You're the spirit of the magic sword?" Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Machine spirit, let's just sort it out, you can call it that."

The voice sounded again, and there was a bit of melancholy in it.

"Since you are a machine spirit, the junior has already successfully crossed the tribulation, and you can be regarded as the master of half of the magic sword, why are you still unhappy?"

Ding Xiaoyi rested for a while, his spirit was much better, he pillowed his hands behind his head, and then asked curiously.

"Happy, why should the deity be happy, do you think that you can get the approval of the deity if you successfully embark on the sword demon path, you must think too highly of yourself."

The voice murmured again, with a hint of arrogance and disdain in his tone.

"Anyway, I've successfully entered the Sword Demon Dao now, and I'm also the Sword Demon of this term. I'm the master of the magic sword, don't you accept it?"

Ding Xiaoyi's voice was a little dissatisfied, and he said to the magic sword spirit again.

"You? Do you know how high the strength of the previous sword demon was, and you are just a mortal sword cultivator, it is too early for you to become the master of the deity!"

The voice of the magic sword sounded again.

After hearing the arrogant and disdainful words of the demon sword spirit, Ding Xiaoyi was slightly stunned.

The sword spirit of a mere magic sword is still so arrogant, does he really treat him as a soft persimmon?

It's not that he hasn't seen the machine spirit, and he still has a burial order, that burial

I don't know how many times more powerful the Divine Order Weapon Spirit is than this Demon Sword Weapon Spirit.

"As a magic sword spirit, you should have the consciousness of being a magic sword spirit, don't blame me for not reminding you, otherwise I don't mind erasing you completely."

Ding Xiaoyi's voice was a little cold, and it was the Sword Demon Dao that was doing it again.

"Interesting, really interesting, the little mortal realm sword cultivator still wants to erase the deity, do you have this ability? Compared to the previous generation of sword demons, you are just a little mole ant, and you are still here to say that you want to erase the deity. It's really a toad, what a big breath."

Ding Xiaoyi's ears sounded with the voice of banter and disdain again, and Ding Xiaoyi was angry and angry.

But for the time being, he didn't have any way to take this magic sword spirit, and he was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

"If you scream again, the master will throw you directly into the Qiankun bag, so that he will never see the light of day."

Ding Xiaoyi knew that this magic sword spirit did not pose any threat to him for the time being, otherwise he would not be so nagging.

A dog that bites does not bark, and a dog that barks indiscriminately does not bite.

This magic sword spirit is this kind of goods. If this magic sword spirit wanted to hurt itself, it would have already attacked itself while he was prostrating.

"Cut, do you think your little Qiankun bag can fit the deity, do you think the magic sword is just an ordinary piece of broken copper and iron?"

The magic sword spirit taunted Ding Xiaoyi again.

"Don't go too far, it's okay to insult the master, even the master's Qiankun bag has to be insulted."

When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he immediately became angry, and he angrily rebuked the magic sword spirit.

"Tsk, I'm angry, come on, come on, the deity wants to see what you kid is going to do with the deity?" The magic sword spirit still said jokingly to Ding Xiaoyi.

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Ding Xiaoyi gritted his teeth in anger, but he was helpless to take that guy.

"I won't quarrel with you, in short, if you follow the master, I won't insult the name of the sword demon, the magic sword will reappear in the world, you wait."

Ding Xiaoyi finally said angrily to the magic sword spirit.

"Okay, the deity is waiting, I hope you don't break your promise, otherwise the deity doesn't mind changing the master again."

The magic sword spirit was silent for a while, and then said to Ding Xiaoyi faintly.

"Tell me how the last Sword Demon died, so that the young master can avenge him."

Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but be happy in his heart, this magic sword finally admitted that he was the master, and he said to the magic sword spirit leisurely.

"Hum ......",

The magic sword that he had casually thrown aside let out a violent groan, and a black phantom emerged from the scabbard of the magic sword.

The phantom figure was very blurry, and even the facial features were extremely blurred.

Is this the magic sword artifact spirit, Ding Xiaoyi looked at the vague phantom and couldn't help but think secretly.

"Are you badly hurt?" Ding Xiaoyi frowned slightly, and then asked solemnly to the blurred phantom.

"Boy, with your cultivation, don't say that you have avenged the previous sword demon, it is not certain whether you can survive to the battlefield of the star field."

The vague phantom said to Ding Xiaoyi playfully.

"Master is asking if you are seriously injured? You don't care what I can do in the future, even my mortal realm sword cultivator can successfully survive the tribulation, do you think that the potential of the young master can only be fooled around in this low-level plane?"

Ding Xiaoyi glanced at the vague phantom, and then said impatiently.

"What does it matter to you whether the deity is seriously injured or not, you just need to take care of yourself."

The vague phantom scolded Ding Xiaoyi even more impatiently.

When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he was speechless to the extreme.

The temper of this magic sword spirit is not small, and he actually dares to scold him, the master of the magic sword.

"Okay, let's not fight with you, who killed the last sword demon, is it his friend?"

Ding Xiaoyi remembered that he saw the picture when he came into contact with the demon heart, and he saw a great thing

Kishi's figure was stabbed hard by the brother behind him.

It was also that sword that caused the sword demon soldier to dissolve into countless streamers and disappear into the star field battlefield.

"Yes, the last Sword Demon was betrayed by a friend, and in the end, he had no choice but to fight. The deity has been waiting here for millions of years, and although there are some amazing kendo geniuses, without exception, none of them have not survived the test of that calamity, and then all of them have fallen."

The vague phantom said to Ding Xiaoyi in a low tone.

Hearing the words of the demon sword spirit, Ding Xiaoyi was stunned.

It has been millions of years, but no sword cultivator has successfully survived that calamity, which shows how good his luck is.

If it weren't for his own adventure, he knew that he would not have been able to survive the Tribulation.

"What was the name of the last Sword Demon?" Ding Xiaoyi asked curiously. "Dugu Killing the Sky", the magic sword spirit replied to Ding Xiaoyi in a solemn tone.