Traveling through time 10,000 years late, I was forced to become a powerful person

Bai Xue seemed to be frightened by the ugly soul, and screamed "Meow meow meow!" She jumped off Shen Yuan's shoulder and quickly got under the collapsed bed.

Shen Yuan was also shocked. He was about to attack the soul in front of him, but the ugly soul took the initiative to beg for mercy.

"Senior, please forgive me and let me go!"

"I know many secrets, including the method of controlling this sword, the method of refining the weapon, and the long-lost magical power.

As long as you let me go, I will tell you everything! "

Shen Yuan's movement about to take action stopped, and he carefully looked at the ugly soul in front of him with calm eyes.

He seemed to have been subjected to inhuman torture in front of him, and the strong resentment remaining in his body supported his soul to be revealed in front of others.

But there is no cultivation power in his body at all. He does not look like a ghost cultivator at all, but closer to an ordinary person whose soul has left his body.

And the ugly soul seems to be connected to the aura of the Candle Dragon Immortal Sword, and even attached to the cold aura emitted by the Candle Dragon Immortal Sword to some extent.

There was an aura that felt quite familiar to Shen Yuan.

Suddenly, Shen Yuan looked at the old man of the Fu family who had fallen in the room.

Duo She's soul has disappeared from Mr. Fu's body, and his original soul is awakening at this moment.

A flash of realization flashed in Shen Yuan's eyes: "It turns out it's you!"

This ugly soul is the person who took away the old man's body before.

"I thought you were in control of this sword, but I didn't expect that it was you who sacrificed your body to the sword so that you could use the power of this sword to obtain the body for yourself.

Your soul resides in the sword, and the sword cannot leave this body during the process of seizing the body, otherwise it will return to the sword if the body seizing fails.

This is also the reason why you suddenly lost control of the old man's physical body after I trapped the ancient bronze sword. "

Having said this, Shen Yuan couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"I thought you had some talent and talent to be able to conquer this sword, but I didn't expect that on the surface, you may appear to be the sword master, but in essence, you are just a sword slave attached to this sword."

The sword slave didn't dare to refute anything at this moment. He forced a flattering smile on his ugly face and said:

"Senior, you are indeed well-informed. Lowly people like us have no hope of immortality, so we can only do this to have a chance to embark on the path of cultivation."

"Ten thousand years ago, the immortals predicted that the spiritual energy would be exhausted in the future, so they joined forces with the gods to promote the spiritual energy tide, and decided that the spiritual energy tide would return every three thousand years.

This sword has experienced countless times of spiritual energy depletion, and the sword body is completely broken, but even so, it still retains the power of the magic weapon, and its roots must be extraordinary.

After decades of painstaking research, I finally came up with the idea of ​​sacrificing my body to the sword to gain a glimmer of authority to control the ancient sword in the age of spiritual energy exhaustion.

This time I have offended Senior because I am blind and ignorant. I am willing to take the initiative to become Senior's sword slave to help Senior control this sword. "

The sword slave's posture was very low, but at the same time, he also deliberately reminded Shen Yuan that ordinary means could not control the Zhulong Fairy Sword.

Only with the help of him, who has transformed into a sword slave, can he have the ability to control this fairy sword.

This is his means of saving life. If Shen Yuan really wants to harvest this precious magic weapon, he must spare his life.

Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly. This was the first time he heard about the spiritual energy tide that comes around every three thousand years. Although the sword slave was not strong enough, he could master a lot of information.

This alone is enough to bring him considerable value.

"You are right. The fastest way for me to master this sword is to use your hand to control this sword.

And I'm also very interested in some of the information you know. "

The sword slave suddenly looked happy, but the next second Shen Yuan suddenly changed the subject.

"But rather than a magic weapon that I cannot fully control, I prefer to nip danger in the bud."

The smile on the sword slave's face immediately turned into panic, and his soul quickly escaped into the Zhulong Immortal Sword and said angrily:

“Don’t think that just because you can defeat me in a physical body, you can kill me.

The grade of this sword is far beyond your imagination. As long as the sword body is not damaged, your methods cannot harm me at all! "

Shen Yuan held the Zhulong Fairy Sword in his left hand and looked at Fu Hua, who looked a little flustered and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Is there a quiet room?"

Fu Hua quickly woke up from his previous bold fantasy and responded repeatedly:

"Yes! Of course!"

Then Fu Hua hurriedly walked in front to lead the way for Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan followed behind him with the Zhulong Fairy Sword, and Fu Hua led Shen Yuan to a room in the corner of the second floor.

"This is the quiet room that my father prepared before. There are servants cleaning the house at all times, so it should be able to be used."

"May I ask Mr. Shen, is there anything else that needs to be prepared?"

Shen Yuan shook his head and walked into the quiet room, while Fu Hua was prepared to leave knowingly.

At this moment, Shen Yuan seemed to remember something and said to Fu Hua:

"Mr. Fu is fine now. The injuries on his right hand are nothing to him now. He just needs to live a good life and cultivate himself."

When Fu Hua heard this, his face suddenly showed a look of ecstasy.

Just after the battle, when he saw Mr. Fu lying in a pool of blood, Fu Hua thought Shen Yuan had failed to save him.

Now getting this response from Shen Yuan can be called a surprise.

"Thank you Mr. Shen!"

Fu Hua thanked him repeatedly, but Shen Yuan waved his hand indifferently and closed the quiet room.

This quiet room has been specially modified, and the surrounding sounds disappear instantly when the door is closed.

In the center of the quiet room were an incense burner and a futon. Shen Yuan was holding the Candle Dragon Fairy Sword and sitting cross-legged on the futon.

Among the immortal swords, the sharp voice of the sword slave was still shouting.

"Don't waste your efforts. No matter how many tricks you have, you will never be able to harm this fairy sword at all."

"The power of this sword is far beyond your imagination. If we work together, it is not impossible to get a glimpse of the realm of refining energy and becoming a god in the future."

"If you continue like this, we will both lose."

Shen Yuan ignored Jian Nu's words.

His eyes fell on the system interface, Shen Yuan thought silently in his heart.

"Receive award."

The next moment, a small, delicate and almost transparent flying sword appeared in front of Shen Yuan's eyes.

The flying sword was no longer than the index finger. The moment it appeared, it turned into a stream of light and pierced into Shen Yuan's eyebrows. Then Shen Yuan could clearly feel the flying sword appearing on his spiritual platform.

Swordsmanship (No. 38 of Disha): Combining sword and Qi into one, using God to control the sword. This is the source of all swordsmanship in the world. No matter how many variations there are, the Yuan Shen Sword can break them all with one sword!

The seeds of the earthly evil swordsmanship were integrated into Shen Yuan's spiritual platform, and the aura of Shen Yuan's body began to change from the inside out.

At this moment, he seemed to use his body as a sword to become the source of countless sword skills, and all magical powers would bow before him.

For some reason, the sword slave hiding in the Zhulong Immortal Sword actually felt a bit of fear at this moment.

"No! Impossible! The spiritual energy tide has just returned, and absolutely no one can control this sword."

Shen Yuan brushed the scabbard and flicked the Zhulong Fairy Sword with his index finger.

"Huiming, it's time to wake up!"

The sound of dragon roars that seemed to come from beyond the sky resounded throughout the world, and the rusty scabbard began to tremble continuously, like a dragon trapped by chains trying to break free.

The divine sword, which had been silent for thousands of years, wanted to come to the world again.

Thousands of miles away, in the Sword Tomb, one of the Daxia Cave Heaven Paradises, sword aura was everywhere, and many famous swords were singing in unison, seeming to congratulate the return of the peerless sword.

Many strong men in the cave looked at everything in front of them at a loss, while more people forcibly suppressed their own magic swords to prevent them from joining in the sound of the swords.

The sound of sword chants echoed around the cave for three days without stopping!

But thousands of miles away, the Zhulong Fairy Sword in Shen Yuan's palm finally fell silent again, and it was difficult to break free from the shackles of ten thousand years.

Only on the hilt of the sword, a little mottled rust fell off and quickly dissipated in the air.

And dissipated together with the rust was the soul of the sword slave that had been shattered by the sword chant.