The sky is blue in the small world.

When the snow-white figure landed, Zhao Huai outside the wooden house was stunned and asked in surprise:

"Are you the sword spirit of this sword?"

The woman in white had a blurry face, but she could see her former beauty, with a jade wrist in her bare hands, and a mark flashing on her eyebrows, she stared at Zhao Huai and said softly:

"Like, too much."

Seeing the woman in front of him walking towards him softly, Zhao Huai felt inexplicable, but at this time, the woman in white slowly spoke:

"I am the remnant soul of the Immortal Sword, from the Ascension Realm, and now that you have broken through the Yuanying Realm, you are finally qualified to be my master."

"Wait, what is your origin in the Ascension Realm, and why do you appear so often in my dreams?"

Zhao Huai did not act rashly, and asked vigilantly.

You must know that not all sword spirits are good, they have survived for thousands of years one by one, and each of them is very fine, and the matter of sword spirit devouring the lord has not happened.

Before the white-clothed sword spirit could speak, a buzzing sound came from the air.

"Stinky boy, what's the matter with you? What a big commotion! ”

A huge black dragon body appeared in the clouds, and asked with a mouthful.

"What? You really condensed the Nine Turns Golden Pill, and you also broke through to Yuanying?! ”

Ao Jiu felt Zhao Huai's breath, and the dragon stared at the boss.

He thought it was impossible.

It was really done by Zhao Huai.

Could it be that the two bet on him to end in failure?

"Huh?"

Suddenly, he saw the figure of the woman in white, and secretly wondered.

A sky-high sword aura shot towards him.

The sword qi and the aura were entangled, Ao Jiu felt cold behind him, and the source of his power was obviously the woman in white in front of him.

He suddenly felt his scalp tingle, and the huge dragon tail was thrown out, wanting to lift the sword qi, but in the next second, the other party had already come to the top of his head.

Unleashed the Dark Green Fairy Sword.

"Wow".

A bloody sword mark was left on the black scales.

Ao Jiu, who is the demon emperor, can't stop the woman's sword.

Ao Jiu felt the murderous intent of the woman in white, and his heart sank.

I don't know what the other party is coming from, but this swordsmanship is a little familiar.

"This sword qi is inherited from the Yan Ancestor five hundred years ago."

Ao Jiulong's face was extremely solemn.

"Demon dragons, damn it."

The woman in white turned into a streamer and slashed towards the black dragon again.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Huai on the ground couldn't help but dissuade him: "I'll keep this dragon and it's still useful, stop!" ”

Hearing this, the woman in white stopped, but the momentum of the sword in her hand had already scared Ao Jiu.

He is a dignified Demon Emperor of the Seventh Realm, and he has been practicing Taoism for 100,000 years, but he can't beat a sword spirit?

Ao Jiu guessed that this woman should be an acquaintance of Yanzu five hundred years ago, and she had a deep relationship.

Now, in order to survive, he has to make compromises.

"Thank you for your mercy!"

He can't be blamed for bullying the soft and being afraid of the hard, mainly because the origin of this sword spirit is too terrifying, and he faintly feels that this fairy sword has been used by an immortal in the sky.

"It's okay to spare your life." The woman in white was expressionless, slowly put away her sword, and said lightly:

"Let go of the sea and sign the contract."

"Follow him."

The woman pointed directly at Zhao Huaidao.

"This"

Ao Jiu was slightly stunned and stayed in place.

Does the other party want him to obey and completely become the opponent's pawn?

In this way, isn't it really a mount?

Zhao Huai stepped forward, and when he heard these words, he realized a little.

Knowing her intentions.

Several immortal swords have made full progress since the Sword Pavilion came out with him, and the most outstanding one is this dark green fairy sword, which has a high degree of affinity.

It seems that this sword spirit has experienced something and knows a lot of things.

But the strength of the other party is so strong, how can the remnant soul be trapped in the fairy sword.

Zhao Huai didn't dare to think about what a powerful enemy she had encountered.

He looked at Ao Jiu and said with a smile:

"You are trapped here, and your skills are useless, why don't you sign a contract with me and continue the power of the Xuanqiong."

Ao Jiu gritted his teeth and said: "It's not enough for me to be sealed by Yan Zu for hundreds of years, and now I still want to be your mount, how can I accept this?" ”

Facing the sword power of the woman in white, he still said this.

"The end of cultivation is nothing more than immortality, if you hold on to your grievances, you can only stay in this small world for the rest of your life, I told you so, now that I have broken through to the Yuanying realm, will the god be far away? Either become my mount or die alone. ”

Zhao Huai hugged his chest, stretched out a hand, pointed to the small world, and smiled and signaled.

Black Dragon Ao Jiu was silent for a long time and did not speak.

Looking at the expressionless woman in white, there was still some worry in my heart.

It took a long time for the answer to be given.

"Okay, I promise you, but my life is my life, there can be no abuse in the contract, and you can't let me die."

The woman in white said lightly:

"Prisoner, you have no choice, and you are not qualified to negotiate conditions."

Zhao Huai felt the sword power on the woman in white, and the pressure was also very great, it seemed that she really regarded herself as the master, if the other party really rebelled against the sword master, I am afraid it would be easy.

Afterwards.

Zhao Huai and Ao Jiu each let go of the sea of knowledge, accompanied by the twinkling of the stars, outlining the invisible rules, as evidenced by heaven and earth, and the contract was completed.

Zhao Huai left a soul imprint on the other party's sea of knowledge.

If the other party wants to kill him, or has any crooked thoughts, he can make Ao Jiulong's soul collapse with a single thought.

It's all done.

The woman in white looked at Zhao Huai, stretched out her hand, and couldn't help but touch his white face, and a sense of remembrance flashed in her eyes.

"You"

Zhao Huai looked very puzzled.

"It doesn't matter who I am, you just need to know that I will accompany you until the day of Ascension."

An ethereal and cold voice sounded, and the white-clothed sword spirit left these words, and in a blink of an eye, he escaped into the dark green fairy sword.

It seems that it is extremely physically exhausting to work out for a while.

Zhao Huai pondered for a moment, looked at the black dragon Ao Jiu, who wanted to speak and stopped, and chuckled:

"Don't worry, follow me, I won't treat you badly."

"Didn't you want the elixir to recover from your injuries, take it!"

After speaking, Zhao Huai took out a white peach fairy fruit from the Xuan ring and threw it towards Ao Jiu.

Ao Jiu was just thinking about how to speak, but in a blink of an eye, the elixir arrived in his hand, only to see him snort coldly:

"Don't think that a single elixir can buy me!"

Zhao Huai smiled, disapproving, and then muttered to himself:

"It's been thirty years, and it's time to get out of the customs."

The spirit stones that have been stored for a long time are almost used up, and there is really not a single one left, and now Zhao Huai can be said to have no spirit stones on his body.

With a whirlwind of the sky, Zhao Huai appeared in the quiet mountains.

He climbed to the top of the mountain and looked at the neat and symmetrically arranged palace, and his divine sense immediately spread.

After breaking through to the Yuanying Realm, the scope of divine consciousness has increased by leaps and bounds, and a few steps can cover a big city, which is already very wide.

Now the entire Great Xia Palace is quiet, but the army in the city is much smaller than before.

Zhao Huai didn't know how many years had passed, but he could sense that someone had not appeared in his divine sense.

"Madame is not in the Imperial City?"

Zhao Huai's heart was in turmoil, many buildings in the imperial city had changed their appearance, the forbidden army guarding the imperial city had also changed, and some shops had also closed down, but the number of monks had increased a lot.

So, how long has he been cultivating?