"Demon Suppressing Sword?!" Ye Xingchen suddenly felt excited when he heard this domineering name.
"Buzz, buzz"
Suddenly, the entire stone room emitted the sounds of swords, and then the rusty sword inserted in the bones' hands instantly shone with golden light.
After the golden light shone, the sword retained its rusty appearance and instantly turned into a magic sword that was as sharp as iron.
"Suppressing Demons." Ye Xingchen held the Demon Suppressing Sword, looked at the two big characters on the sword, and murmured.
"This sword has the ability to suppress the aura of monsters. Even if you go to the fairyland, this sword can help you." The ancient voice said immediately.
Ye Xingchen looked excited. The Longquan Sword he had made was obviously no longer able to keep up with his fighting rhythm. Ye Xingchen just needed a sword that he could use.
Unexpectedly, it took no effort to get it, and by chance, I got a demon-suppressing sword.
Just when Ye Xingchen was about to shed blood to identify his master, the ancient voice interrupted Ye Xingchen again.
"This sword has automatically recognized you as its master. No one else can hold this sword except you." The ancient voice said lightly.
"Why?" Ye Xingchen asked in confusion.
Even if Ye Xingchen had the knowledge of the God King, he had never encountered such a weapon.
Generally, weapons are recognized by blood. As long as the original owner is killed, the weapon can be recognized again.
But the demon-suppressing sword in front of him seems to show an unusual side of him.
This made Ye Xingchen very curious as to what was so unusual about this demon-suppressing sword.
Just when Ye Xingchen was about to open his mouth and continue asking questions, a red light shot directly into Ye Xingchen's mind.
Immediately, Ye Xingchen saw how powerful the demon-suppressing sword was, and it could even kill the dragon.
Shenlong cannot be killed by a strong person in Yunwu Continent. Even if one's cultivation reaches the strength of a Martial Saint, one may not be able to kill the Shenlong with complete confidence.
However, this demon-suppressing sword has actually killed more than a dozen divine dragons. Indirectly, this demon-suppressing sword has the power of divine dragons.
The dragon clan is the leader of the monsters. No wonder this demon-suppressing sword has the ability to suppress the aura of monsters.
Exiting the memory screen, Ye Xingchen stroked the demon-suppressing sword in his hand as if it were a treasure.
"Okay, you have got the treasure, you can leave." The ancient voice seemed to be giving an order to expel the guests.
Ye Xingchen was very curious. At first, this ancient voice always had a playful tone. It seemed to be scared since the appearance of the Nine Hells Soul Tower.
However, Ye Xingchen didn't know what this ancient voice was afraid of
"Buzz, buzz."
The Nine Hell Soul Suppressing Tower suddenly made a buzzing sound, and instantly a golden light shone on the sitting bones.
A simple ring was sucked out from the skeletal hand and floated in front of Ye Xingchen's eyes.
"Storage ring?" Ye Xingchen exclaimed again.
"Abominable artifact, you deserve to die." The ancient voice roared.
It turned out that the reason why the ancient voice was willing to let Ye Xingchen take away the demon-suppressing sword was to hide the storage ring.
Thinking about it, there should be something very important in this storage ring, otherwise the ancient voice wouldn't have to go to such great lengths to hide it.
"Buzz, buzz."
As the Nine Hell Soul Suppression Tower emitted two golden lights again, the storage ring turned into ashes, and then an old man with a soul appeared.
"So you are hiding here. You are really smart. I always thought it was just spiritual quotes talking to me." Ye Xingchen said in a cold voice.
"Boy, it's a huge benefit for you to get my demon-suppressing sword. Are you really going to take my soul?" the old soul man said fearfully.
The old soul man is very afraid of the Nine Hells Soul Tower. He seems to know that if he is sucked in, the end will be disastrous.
The Nine Hell Soul Suppressing Tower did not immediately suck the soul of the old man in, obviously it had another purpose.
"Tell me, what kind of cultivation did you have during your lifetime, and why did you appear in the North Pole Gate?" Ye Xingchen asked interrogatively.
"I'm not very strong, I'm just a martial saint." The old soul man said disdainfully.
"Why would a martial saint have such a heaven-defying demon-suppressing sword?" Ye Xingchen then asked.
"This sword was left to me by my master. My master is an immortal who ascended to the immortal realm." The old soul man said immediately.
"That's it." Ye Xingchen looked like he suddenly realized something.
"After you get the treasure, you should leave quickly. There will be no other treasures for you if you stay here." The old soul said.
"I don't have any treasures, but I still have you." Ye Xingchen said with a sarcastic smile.
"Me? You little brat, you don't really want to suck me into that artifact, do you?" The old soul man said in a panic.
"Strange, you are just a martial arts saint, how could you know that this treasure of mine is a divine weapon?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"At first glance, you have never been to the upper plane. In the upper plane, treasures that cannot be identified are called artifacts." The old soul said disdainfully.
"Since you don't want to be sucked away by my artifact, then follow me. When I am strong enough, I will make a body for you and resurrect you." Ye Xingchen said lightly.
"You? Resurrect me? Hahahahaha" The old soul seemed to have heard a big joke.
The old soul man can sense Ye Xingchen's cultivation, but he is only at the second level of Martial King, let alone his peak period, even in his current soul state, he can hit Ye Xingchen with one palm.
Although the old soul had to admire Ye Xingchen's talent and intelligence and reached the King of Martial Arts level at a young age, this did not prevent the old soul from laughing at Ye Xingchen's ignorance.
"Although you don't believe what I say now, you will understand when I enter the upper plane." Ye Xingchen said with a scheming look.
"What do you want me to do?" The old soul man went straight to the point.
There is no free lunch in this world. The old soul has lived for hundreds of years. Naturally, this kind of thing should be explained clearly in advance.
"When I'm in danger, help me." Ye Xingchen murmured.
"I can help you, but my soul power is weak now, and my strength is not one-tenth of what it was before. I can only help you fight against the strong men of the Wuzong." The old soul man said.
"When we get out, I'll help you find the medicine to restore your soul power, so that you can restore your soul power to its peak." Ye Xingchen said lightly.
Faced with what Ye Xingchen said, the old soul man had always been dubious.
To be honest, Ye Xingchen was so young that the old man couldn't imagine why he dared to boast so much.
"If you restore your soul power to its peak level, what level of martial arts can you deal with?" Ye Xingchen asked.