Chatper 247 (1/2)

"Can I really condense my spiritual body?" The purgatory boy was obviously moved.

"Of course, the boy is a sword spirit. As long as the opportunity comes, he can naturally condense his spiritual body." Yang Xuan nodded affirmatively. The so-called spiritual body is the body of flesh and blood, which is the ultimate goal of the tool spirit.

Because, once the spiritual body is condensed, it means that the artifact spirit transforms in the direction of human beings, and can completely get rid of the shackles of the artifact and become an independent existence between heaven and earth.

This is freedom, which all living beings aspire to.

"Boy, it's okay for me to recognize you as the master, but you have to swear to find the Qi of Creation for me. Only by absorbing enough Qi of Creation can I condense my spiritual body," said the purgatory boy.

"Okay, I swear, as long as you find the Qi of Fortune, you will be full." Yang Xuan patted his chest, and immediately thought of something, and asked, "By the way, does the boy know about the Hall of Eternal Life?"

"Eternal Life Palace, what is it, is it also a divine weapon?"

"Yes, the Hall of Eternal Life is indeed an artifact, and it is also an artifact of good fortune handed down from the last chaotic era. There is a lot of chaotic vitality in it. You should know this chaotic vitality, it is the purest good fortune in the world. "

"What, hurry, tell me, where is the Hall of Eternal Life?" The purgatory sword trembled violently, and a fat three-year-old boy flew out of it. Needless to say, this is a purgatory boy, but he was obviously just born, and his body was looming. , is far from solid enough.

"This, I don't know, the Hall of Eternal Life will be open for more than a year, and then I can enter." Yang Xuan said truthfully, looking at the naked child, and found that this guy is indeed a new artifact spirit.

"Okay, I promise to recognize you as the master." The purgatory boy finally gave in and slipped into the purgatory sword.

The next moment, the purgatory sword swooped into Yang Xuan's brows, and plunged into Yang Xuan's soul.

"Boy, don't touch the fortune-telling energy in my soul." Yang Xuan hurriedly reminded.

"I know, your good fortune is not enough for me to plug my teeth. I only want chaos vitality now. Well, I'm a little weak, and I need to sleep for a while to consolidate my spiritual body."

"Then what if I am in danger?"

"It's very simple, just use the purgatory sword. This sword is indestructible, enough to make you..."

As he spoke, the voice of the purgatory boy gradually faded away.

Yang Xuan Chuanyin shouted a few times but there was no response, and understood that this little brat must have fallen into a deep sleep.

He didn't think much about it, he thought.

Swish!

A black light flickered, and a black long sword appeared in his hand, which was the purgatory sword.

"The more I look at this sword, the more bizarre it is. I don't know what grade it is?" Yang Xuan murmured to himself. Divine weapons also have grades, but he found that he could not see through the Purgatory Sword.

He simply stopped thinking about the things he couldn't figure out. With a flick of his wrist, the purgatory sword slashed towards a boulder beside him.

Puff!

The sword light flashed, the boulder was cut open, and the cut was flat and smooth, showing the sharpness of the purgatory sword.

"I don't know if this sword can cut through the body-protecting energy of a strong person in the Returning Realm?" The figure of Wang Hailin suddenly appeared in Yang Xuan's mind, and he really wanted to use the purgatory sword to try it on the old guy.

Of course, he just thought about it. He didn't want to fight Wang Hailin unless he had to.

After resting on the riverbank, Yang Xuan walked along the underground river, seeing the corpses of humans and monsters from time to time along the way.

The blood of these corpses has not dried up, and it is obvious that they have just died.

After walking for half an hour, he avoided several monsters and ancient relics along the way, picked two elixir plants, and picked up three storage rings.

At this moment, Yang Xuan stopped in his footsteps, this is a vast dense forest, a burst of shouts came from the depths of the dense forest, and there was a faint sound of swords colliding.

Wherever there are people, there are struggles, but struggles are often accompanied by interests. If there are no interests, who will go to war?

"Could it be to compete for some treasure?" Yang Xuan reached out and touched the tip of his nose, running the Xuanwu Turtle Breathing Art, and rushed over quietly.

The voice passed through the dense forest, and Yang Xuan could hear it clearly. It seemed that the number of people should not be small.

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