The sudden change in the sword once again made Xia Mo's mind full of question marks.

I couldn't find a place to run away just now, but now why did I run away again? And it looks like I'm in a hurry.

Why is that?

"Could it be...... It's afraid of my flames?"

Xia Mo thought so, and recalled what had just happened.

The sword was about to pierce into his heart, but a white ball of light appeared in his heart, and the sword hurried and did not dare to come closer. Then he made a small flame, and the sword turned and ran away.

Thinking about it like this, it's really that the sword is afraid of the flames.

Xia Mo didn't know the reason, but as long as he knew that the sword was afraid of the flames, it was enough.

You can use the flame to subdue this guy, so that it can recognize its master and become its own spiritual weapon. Even if it is forced, it is better than failure.

As a result, Xia Mo was more motivated.

Whoosh ......

He used all his methods and chased after him. No matter where the sword runs, he must catch up, and he must not give up this treasure.

However, he can fly, the sword can fly even more, and he will not get tired, and he has an absolute advantage.

As long as he is not chased by Xia Mo in a short period of time, he can easily escape later. Because Xia Mo's internal qi is not inexhaustible.

At a certain point, he could only stop and watch the sword disappear.

This is not the result Xia Mo wants, he has to control the sword before he runs out of strength.

"Want to run, it's not that easy!"

Xia Mo let out a low snort, sacrificed a small flame again, and then shook it forward.

Sou!

Under the impetus of the internal qi, the small flame was like an arrow off the string, flying out extremely fast, catching up with the sword in the blink of an eye, and it was about to hit.

At this moment, the sword suddenly braked sharply and shifted three inches, just to avoid the small flames.

"Stop!"

Xia Mo let out a low snort again, using his mind to control the small flame and see if it could succeed.

What surprised Xia Mo very much was that the little flame was really controlled by his mind and stopped in mid-air in front of the sword.

Naturally, the sword will not stop, let alone collide with the small flames, and fly towards the other side.

However, due to the stagnation just now, Xia Mo caught up, and they were less than a foot away from each other.

"Go, little flame!"

Xia Mo kept waving his hand, kept throwing out small white flames, and controlled them with his mind, staying in mid-air, forming a spherical shape that was not particularly dense, completely encircling the sword.

As a result, the sword could no longer fly.

Buzz Buzz......

The sword shook in a fireball of small flames, humming as if it was very unwilling.

Sou!

Xia Mo flew over, and said with a smile: "Why, you still don't recognize me as the master?" In this case, do you think you can still run away?"

When the sword heard this, it shook even more violently, and the buzzing sound became louder, as if an angry person was shouting at Xia Mo, and even scolded him for being shameless.

But Xia Mo doesn't care about this, if he can get the Lord Recognition Spiritual Weapon, it is shameless to be shameless, and no one will see it anyway.

The sword is also a sword with backbone, even if it is surrounded by small flames, there is no way to escape, but it does not choose to compromise with Xia Mo, let alone recognize the master.

"Yo, you're pretty stubborn!"

Seeing that the sword refused to give in, Xia Mo smiled and said: "Then I'm sorry, I can only come to be strong, I hope you are a good sword and don't be burned." ”

As he spoke, Xia Mo mobilized his mind again, controlling those small flames to keep tightening inward, making the space of the sword smaller and smaller, and finally there was only enough space for the long sword to lie flat.

In this way, it is impossible for the sword to even shake anymore, so it can only stay quietly. Anyway, it just doesn't admit the Lord and doesn't give in.

Call!

Small white flames appeared on the tips of Xia Mo's fingers again, pulsing constantly, looking so weak and weak, it seemed that a little more breath could blow it out.

However, it is actually strong, unaffected by the movement of air, jumping, burning, and emitting unimaginably high temperatures.

Looking at the sword not far away, and then at the small flames on the tips of his fingers, Xia Mo didn't throw it out for a long time.

He was worried that the sword would be able to withstand such high temperatures. If it burns out, wouldn't it be all in vain?

If you don't burn it, the sword will be killed and you won't recognize the Lord, and you'll be entangled!

"Whew~~~"

Xia Mo exhaled a long breath and made a decision: "No matter, let's give it a try." It's mine, it's mine after all, it's not mine, then forget it. ”

After finishing speaking, Xia Mo flicked the small flames from his fingertips and flew out, pointing directly at the sword.

Sou!

The small flame was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had arrived, and it landed on the sword's sword.

Call!

As soon as the little flame came into contact with the sword, it changed dramatically. It was like being thrown into an oil drum, and a raging flame erupted in an instant.

Of course, it was still white, without the slightest smoke.

Moreover, the flames quickly spread, enveloping the entire sword inside.

Seeing this scene, Xia Mo was happy and worried, just stood like that, and stopped making a sound.

Buzz Buzz......

At this moment, the sword didn't care whether it would touch the fireball or not, it was wrapped in burns anyway, and it cared about anything else?

Unfortunately, no matter how much the sword struggled, it could not break free from the flames, and it could not even change its bearing, as if it was locked.

Seeing the sword's struggle, listening to those who wanted to move, Xia Mo became even more worried, praying that the sword could be carried over and not really burned out.

But now that things have happened, nothing can be changed, so we can only wait quietly.

Xia Mo didn't want to look at the tangled scene, and mobilized his divine sense to look at the white fireball in the sea of qi, to see what it was, and how much energy it could have.

It can make the spirit weapon of the Lord Recognition level very afraid, and I am afraid that there are not many things in heaven and earth.

So, this fireball is definitely not simple.

This time, because it was a special observation, Xia Mo finally saw a familiar shadow, so he immediately turned over his heart to see if there was anything recorded on it.

Finally, let him find it, which is exactly what he saw in his mind.

Ancestral Fire: The first flame formed when the heavens and the earth first opened, it is the ancestor of all fires, and has the highest temperature in the world, and can incinerate all objects.

This fire is transformed by the essence of heaven and earth, a saint-level spiritual treasure, and it can be recognized as possessed by the Lord. The winner can control the mind, the temperature can be high or low, and he can do whatever he wants.

However, the actual effect is also different from the cultivation of the winner, the higher the cultivation, the better the effect, and vice versa.

Although this is very short, it has already made Xia Mo very happy. In particular, the one that can control the temperature by yourself is so good that it explodes.

So, Xia Mo hurriedly mobilized his mind to check what was going on with the flame wrapped around the sword.

At this glance, he was suddenly taken aback, and his face was full of incredulity.