Looking at Mo Wentian, the child had an extremely magnanimous expression on his face.
"Ha ha ha ha… "
"It turns out to be a little brat!"
But at this moment, looking at the transformed Blade Spirit, Xiao Jiao actually laughed.
It looked like he had seen something funny.
"Little brat?"
"I'm not a little kid. In terms of age, I will definitely be tens of thousands of years older than you!"
Listening to Xiaojiao's words, Blade Spirit's face was full of displeasure, and his voice became cold.
Although Blade Spirit's words sounded calm, in fact, Blade Spirit was still very concerned about his appearance.
He has grown to be tens of thousands of years old, but he still looks like this.
"alright!"
"Blade Spirit, this emperor wants you to surrender to me, and it's not just words!"
"Let your mind go!"
A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian stepped forward and looked at the blade spirit of the Ghost Dragon Blade, the eyes in his eyes were extremely cold.
Mo Wentian was a little surprised that the blade spirit in front of him surrendered so readily.
But it only took a moment before he recovered.
"Relax?"
"It's not impossible to relax your mind!"
"But before I let go, I have a condition!"
Hearing this, a flash of light flashed in Blade Spirit's eyes.
He said the words himself, and of course he admitted it. It was not impossible for him to surrender to Mo Wentian.
But relax, he knows exactly what it means.
"condition?"
"What conditions?"
Looking at the blade spirit, Mo Wentian blurted out almost subconsciously.
"My conditions are simple!"
"I can relax my mind, but the soul mark you give me can only last for ten thousand years!"
"Ten thousand years later, I want to regain my freedom!"
Blade Spirit's expression was extremely serious.
"The soul mark can only last ten thousand years?"
"Boss, this blade spirit is just cheating, we can't agree to it!"
As soon as Blade Spirit said these words, before Mo Wentian could speak, Xiaojiao's voice sounded first.
"No need to say more!"
"Ten thousand years, ten thousand years, I promise you!"
A flicker of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.
Mo Wentian also has his own plans for the blade spirit of the Nether Dragon Blade.
This blade spirit didn't look like a person willing to be restrained. He was willing to surrender to himself for ten thousand years, and Mo Wentian already thought it was okay.
After all, Mo Wentian only captured this Nether Dragon Blade to compete for the Dragon Sky Map.
"bring it on!"
"My mind has been relaxed!"
Seeing that Mo Wentian agreed, Blade Spirit instantly relaxed his mind.
"Slave God Seal!"
Seeing the blade spirit letting go of his mind, Mo Wentian shot countless seals directly into the void.
As this seal was played, a word "Slave" appeared in the void.
On this word slave, an aura of immortality spreads.
"Boss, you promised to only seal him for 10,000 years, but the word slave printed on your slave god seal seems to be the same!"
Looking at the word "Slave" appearing in the void, and recalling the conversation between Mo Wentian and Blade Spirit just now, Xiao Jiao said with a flash of light in his eyes.
"It was the same before, but now it's going to be different!"
Mo Wentian's mouth curled up slightly and he said indifferently.
The next moment, Mo Wentian's hand gesture of making the seal changed.
Above the word "Slave", the aura of immortality suddenly dropped.
"become!"
He yelled angrily and saw three words appearing around the word "Slave" in the void.
These three words were exactly the ten thousand years that Mo Wentian promised Blade Spirit.
The three words "ten thousand years" surround the word "slave". From a distance, it looks mysterious and boundless.
Immediately, Mo Wentian waved his hand, and the words "Slave" and "Ten Thousand Years" in the void fell towards Blade Spirit's eyebrows.
"ah… "
The moment the word slave fell, the blade spirit rolled on the ground in pain.
At this moment, he seemed to be in great pain, and his face was extremely pale.
"Boss, is this the mark of ten thousand years?"
At this moment, looking at the blade spirit rolling on the ground, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed with light and he said in a deep voice.
"Yes, this is the ten thousand year soul mark!"
Mo Wentian didn't hide anything and admitted it directly.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly.
The scream also stopped abruptly.
A figure climbed up from the ground.
"Bye..."
Looking at Mo Wentian, Blade Spirit looked extremely respectful.
But before Blade Ling could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Wentian.
"Just call me Emperor!"
Mo Wentian's voice was extremely indifferent.
There was no fluctuation at all in those deep eyes, and no emotion could be seen from him.
"The Blade Spirit pays homage to the Emperor!"
Hearing this, Blade Spirit was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses, and said quickly.
"Get up!"
Looking at the extremely respectful Blade Spirit in front of him, Mo Wentian raised his hand slightly, and the Blade Spirit's body seemed to be supported by an upward force, and he stood up directly.
"You are the blade spirit of this Nether Dragon Blade. You have surrendered to me, so naturally this Nether Dragon Blade belongs to me!"
"Let's go, take this emperor to get the Dark Dragon Blade!"
The next moment, as if he remembered something, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes and he said coldly.
"Yes, Emperor!"
Without any hesitation, Blade Spirit quickly agreed.
Immediately, Blade Spirit walked in front and walked directly into the secret room.
Seeing this, Mo Wentian quickly followed, followed closely by Xiaojiao, Huantian and others.
"Damn human being, you actually want to enter the secret room and seize the peerless artifact of my Youlong Clan. I think you are looking for death!"
And just when Mo Wentian took a step forward, a terrifying and boundless killing intent instantly enveloped him.
Immediately, a figure, holding a peerless halberd, came towards Mo Wentian to kill him.
"not good!"
"He is actually a strong man who is about to break through to the Emperor's Consummation. His strength may have already reached the Emperor's Consummation!"
Looking at the figure getting closer and closer in the void, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrank.
A bad premonition suddenly arose.
The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all. With a thought, the Divine Dragon Seal instantly appeared in his hand.
"Boy, go to hell!"
A cold and stern voice came, and the figure in the void was seen, holding a halberd, falling directly towards Mo Wentian.
"Dragon Seal, block it from me!"
Seeing this scene, Mo Wentian directly blocked the Divine Dragon Seal in front of him without even thinking.
As soon as Mo Wentian said this, Shenlong Seal seemed to understand Mo Wentian's words, and the power of Shenlong Seal quickly surged.
At the same time, the Divine Dragon Seal, which was originally no more than the size of a palm, had grown to a size of hundreds of feet in just a few breaths. From a distance, it looked terrifying.