Said as he walked. ”

Han Sanbao grabbed Wang Guyan and ran away.

Wang Guyan was stuck in the hole in the ground, and was violently pulled out by the little overlord, and his buttocks and other hypertrophic parts were bruised, and he felt a sharp pain when he moved, and he limped when he ran, and he had the intention to tell him to slow down, but he was embarrassed to speak.

"That's the Xuan Demon, the heart demon of our Xuanzong's founding ancestor, Xuan Zu......"

Han Sanbao briefly explained the identity of the Xuan Demon as he ran.

As for the separation of the three souls and seven spirits, he himself was still skeptical and did not elaborate.

Ran a few miles all the way, away from the two demons.

They both exhaled at the same time.

Wang Guyan ignored the image of a lady again, sat on the blood-red ground, broke out in a cold sweat, secretly rubbed some unspeakable parts to relieve the pain, and couldn't help but stare at the little bully a few times with some resentment.

"You rest first, I'll leave for a while. ”

Han Sanbao didn't pay attention to her, he sat down cross-legged directly, closed his eyes and Shen Yuan, and shouted in his consciousness: "Aunt Sword Spirit, pull me in." ”

Wang Guyan looked at him in surprise.

Han Sanbao's mind was in a trance for a while, and the sky was spinning.

In a moment, in the small world of green mountains and green waters, which was like a fairyland, the sword spirit was fluttering in green clothes, standing on the surface of the microwave rippling lake.

Still with his back to him.

The black bird under her feet, Zhu Yan, was gone, thinking that it was in the Xuan Realm, and had been completely killed by the Xuan Demon.

From the disgusting blood water everywhere and the blood-red world everywhere suddenly came to this fairyland of green mountains and green waters, Han Sanbao felt relaxed and happy, took a few breaths of fresh air, replaced the turbid air in his lungs, and said, "You are still comfortable here." ”

The sword spirit in Tsing Yi didn't talk.

Han Sanbao pondered it again and again, and finally decided to ask the doubts in his heart, "Who are you?"

Tsing Yi Sword Spirit said: "Immortal Sword Spirit." ”

"Impossible!"

Han Sanbao directly denied: "Xuan Zu said that the Immortal Basket has been severely damaged, and it is almost completely damaged, even if her sword spirit still exists, it is impossible to be as good as you, and even have the ability to restrain the Xuan Demon." ”

The Tsing Yi Sword Spirit didn't answer, and asked, "You came in just because you doubted the identity of my Sword Spirit?"

"No, I want you to help me. ”

Han Sanbao said: "But before that, I need to confirm your identity, otherwise I won't worry." ”

Jian Ling sneered: "Don't worry, heh, you are a little idiot who cultivates, otherwise you are afraid that your aunt and grandmother will rob you of your cultivation and occupy your body?"

Han Sanbao said, "No, I'm just thinking, what method did you use to burn your life force to increase my sword bone level?"

After getting along with Wan Hao and others for more than half a month, I learned a lot of things about cultivation from them.

Although strictly speaking, at this time, he is still a little idiot of cultivation, but if the little idiot is divided into three levels, upper, middle and lower, he has been upgraded from an inferior idiot to a high-class idiot, and it is not too far away from saying goodbye to Xiuzhen Xiaobai.

He knew that all the famous and decent people practiced the exercises were all upright and upright, step by step, step by step on the vast road of cultivation like the sea, and there was no possibility of opportunism and one step to the sky.

Such as Xuangong, such as the Qingyang Ming heart of Taihua Mountain, all of them are like this.

I've never heard of a decent exercise that needs to consume life force to temporarily increase cultivation, or to increase the level of the sword bone.

I am afraid that such methods are despised by righteous people.

In the Xuan Realm, he had no doubts, and even when he heard Lu Weihan say that even if the Immortal Sword Spirit still existed, it was impossible for him to have much ability, he did not doubt it.

It wasn't until just now, when the Tsing Yi Sword Spirit said that he would use his three hundred years of life to upgrade his sword bones to an intermediate sword bone, that the doubts in his heart suddenly rose.

And this puzzle was puzzled, and he didn't worry about letting the sword spirit do it.

Wan Hao's tragic end is still in front of him.

A trace of panic flashed between the eyebrows of the Tsing Yi Sword Spirit, but he quickly returned to normal, and said: "To have this suspicion shows that you are not so stupid as to be hopeless." But in my opinion, it's still just a mere nuisance. ”

Answer my question head-on. Who the hell are you?"

"Immortal Sword Spirit. ”

“......”

"Okay, little idiot, think about it first, if I'm not an immortal sword spirit, why am I here?"

Tsing Yi Sword Spirit said: "This is one of them. Second, I can admit frankly that the exercises I use are indeed not very upright, and I learned them from an evil demon. ”

Han Sanbao was stunned for a moment, and her words seemed to be specifically responding to the doubts in his heart, why?

Suddenly she remembered that she could read what was going on in his heart, and she couldn't help but be secretly surprised, if she was an enemy...... That's horrible.

"Don't be surprised, I can't be your enemy, and now I am in your hands, and I can only be your most loyal ally. "Tsing Yi Sword Spirit Dao.

Han Sanbao smiled bitterly: "Can you not read my mind?"

"If I didn't read it on purpose, if you were here, all your thoughts would drift into my mind uncontrollably, and I couldn't stop it. ”

"Okay. ”

Han Sanbao shrugged helplessly, and said, "Since you are an Immortal Sword Spirit, why did you learn such evil skills, why didn't Xuan Zu stop you?"

"First of all, I have followed Xuan for thousands of years, what has I not seen? Who has not encountered it? I am a sword spirit, but an independent life form, I have thoughts and consciousness, and I can also perceive everything that Xuan sees and hears in the outside world, so if I want to learn a rather practical exercise, Xuan can stop it?"

"Second, Xuan did find out, but what can he do? It's just that I can't use it, after all, I am an immortal sword spirit, and if I lose it, the immortal urn will also be destroyed. ”

Tsing Yi Sword Spirit's explanation was not leaky, and Han Sanbao was gradually convinced.

What he didn't realize was why the Sword Spirit had explained this to him, and that he had asked her at this point, and she could have ignored any of his doubts.

Don't want to believe it, get out.

"Okay. I believe in you. ”

Han Sanbao said: "But three hundred years of vitality, is it too much?

The Tsing Yi sword spirit was obviously stagnant.

Is there a negative number in life?

"No, if you cultivate in the early stage of Peiyuan, you can live for about five hundred years under normal circumstances, minus three hundred and fifty years, and there are still one hundred and five years left to live. Tsing Yi Sword Spirit said with anger in his temper.

"What is normal?"

"Normal...... If you go out at this time and are slapped to death by a Xuan Demon or a Blood Demon, even if you have millions of years of life, it will be in vain, which is not normal. The normal situation is that you are not killed, and there is no natural disaster that kills you. ”

"But I still think that three hundred years is too much, can you reduce it some?" Han Sanbao discussed.

“......”

The Tsing Yi Sword Spirit finally couldn't hold back his anger, turned around and roared, "Stinky boy, do you think this is buying cabbage, and you're bargaining?"

The willow eyebrows are upside down, and the ruffian breath between the eyebrows is full.

After roaring, he turned around and said angrily: "At least two hundred and fifty years, otherwise don't talk about it." ”

“......”

Xiaobawang was speechless. It turns out that you can really bargain.

"Fifty years. ”

"I won't do it for more than two hundred years. ”

"Sixty years. ”

"One hundred and eighty years, no more...... You go to someone else. ”

"Seventy years?"

“......”

"Eighty years?"

“......”

"Ninety?"

“......”

"Ninety-one?"

“......”

"Ninety-one years and half a year?"

"Stinky boy, you've been here for half a year, who is your aunt?"

The Tsing Yi Sword Spirit turned around and roared again, two balls of anger erupted from his eyes, and blurted out: "A hundred years, no matter how little I do, I will throw you out immediately." ”

The little overlord thief smiled sheepishly and said, "Deal." ”

Tsing Yi Jian Ling was stunned for a moment, looking at him with a thief smile on his face, he felt that he had become a big wrongdoer and suffered a big loss.

No matter how shrewd the buyer is, he will cut it in half, but he is good, and he will cut off two-thirds directly.

Her heart was dripping blood.

"Get out!"

She waved weakly.

Han Sanbao felt the world spin again, and when he opened his eyes, he returned to the terrifying and disgusting blood realm.

At this time, the battle in the distance was nearing its end.

After all, the blood demon was summoned by an incomplete exercise, and its strength was not as good as that of the Xuan Demon, and it had already been beaten to the point of dying, and there was not enough blood and water supply nearby, so the failure was only in the blink of an eye.

And once it disperses at this time, it will be completely dead, because no one knows the method of summoning at this time.

Perhaps because of this, it does not want to die, and it resists more and more stubbornly.

The Xuan Demon punched with his bare hands, and sometimes his entire body turned into a streamer, piercing through the Blood Demon's body fiercely, grinding it to the brink of death for life.

And because he consumes too much, his speed is about half slower than at the beginning.

Obviously, the Xuan Demon is also about to run out of oil.