Chapter 1457 He's Coming?

Looking at Mo Wentian, the child's face was extremely magnanimous.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"It turned out to be a brat!"

But at this moment, looking at the transformed Blade Spirit, Xiao Jiao laughed out loud.

It looked like he had seen something very funny.

"Little brat?"

"I'm not a brat. In terms of age, I'm definitely going to be tens of thousands of years older than you!"

Hearing Xiaojiao's words, Blade Ling's face was full of displeasure, and his voice became cold.

Although Blade Spirit's words were calm and breezy, in fact, Blade Spirit still cared about his appearance very much.

Anyway, he has grown up to tens of thousands of years, but his appearance has always been like this.

"alright!"

"Blade Spirit, the emperor wants you to submit to the emperor, it's not just words!"

"Let go of your mind!"

A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian stepped forward, looking at the blade spirit of Youlongren, the light in his eyes was extremely cold.

Mo Wentian was a little surprised that the blade spirit in front of him surrendered so readily.

But it was only a moment before he recovered.

"Relax?"

"It's not impossible to relax your mind!"

"But before letting go of my heart, I have one condition!"

Hearing this, a gleam of light flashed in Blade Spirit's eyes.

The words were spoken by himself, so of course he admitted it. It is not impossible for him to submit to Mo Wentian.

But relax, he also knows what it means.

"condition?"

"What conditions?"

Looking at the blade spirit, Mo Wentian blurted out almost subconsciously.

"My conditions are very simple!"

"It's okay for me to let go of my heart, but the soul mark you gave me can only be 10,000 years!"

"After ten thousand years, I want to regain my freedom!"

Blade Spirit's expression was extremely serious.

"The imprint of the soul can only last for ten thousand years?"

"Boss, this blade spirit is just cheating, I can't promise him!"

As soon as Blade Ling said this, before Mo Wentian could speak in the future, Xiaojiao's voice rang out first.

"No need to say much!"

"Ten thousand years is ten thousand years, the emperor promises you!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, traces of light flashed across.

Mo Wentian also has his own plans for the blade spirit of the Youlongblade.

This blade spirit doesn't look like a person who is willing to be bound. He is willing to submit to himself for ten thousand years, and Mo Wentian already thinks it's okay.

After all, Mo Wentian took this Youlong Blade only to fight for the Shenlong Tongtian Map.

"bring it on!"

"My mind has been released!"

Seeing that Mo Wentian agreed, Blade Ling let go of his mind in an instant.

"Slave God Seal!"

Watching the blade spirit let go of his mind, Mo Wentian directly shot countless seals towards the void.

Following the printing of this seal formula, the word slave appeared in the void.

On the word slave, an immortal aura spread.

"Boss, you promised to only seal him for 10,000 years, but the slave character printed by your slave god seal seems to be the same!"

Seeing the word slave appearing in the void, and recalling the conversation between Mo Wentian and Blade Spirit just now, Xiaojiao said with a twinkle in his eyes.

"It's the same before, but it's going to be different now!"

Mo Wentian grinned slightly, and said indifferently.

The next moment, I saw that the hand gesture of Mo Wentian making the seal formula changed.

Above the word slave, the immortal aura suddenly dropped.

"become!"

With an angry shout, three characters appeared around the word slave in the void.

These three words are exactly the 10,000 years that Mo Wentian promised Blade Spirit.

The three characters of ten thousand years are surrounded by the word slave, and when viewed from a distance, the mystery is boundless.

Immediately, with a wave of Mo Wentian's hand, the word slave and the word ten thousand years in the void fell towards the center of Blade Ling's eyebrows.

"ah……"

The moment the word slave fell, Blade Spirit rolled on the ground in pain.

At this moment, he seemed to be enduring great pain, and his face was extremely pale.

"Boss, is this the mark of ten thousand years?"

But at this moment, looking at the blade spirit rolling endlessly on the ground, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice.

"That's right, this is the 10,000-year imprint of the soul!"

Mo Wentian didn't hide anything, and directly admitted it.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly.

The screams also stopped abruptly.

A figure got up from the ground.

"See you..."

Looking at Mo Wentian, Blade Spirit looked extremely respectful.

Before Blade Ling could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Wentian.

"Call me the emperor!"

Mo Wentian's voice was extremely indifferent.

There was not even the slightest fluctuation in those deep eyes, and no emotion could be seen from him.

"The blade spirit pays homage to the emperor!"

Hearing this, Blade Spirit froze for a moment, came back to his senses, and said hastily.

"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 stood up directly as if being supported by an upward force.

"You are the blade spirit of this Youlongblade, and you have surrendered to this Emperor, so this Youlongblade naturally belongs to this Emperor!"

"Go, take me to get the Youlong Blade!"

The next moment, as if thinking of something, Mo Wentian said coldly with a flash of coldness in his eyes.

"Yes, Emperor!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Blade Spirit quickly agreed.

Immediately, Blade Spirit walked in front and walked directly towards the secret room.

Seeing this, Mo Wentian hurriedly followed up, Xiaojiao, Huantian and others followed closely behind.

"Damn human, you still want to enter the secret room and snatch the peerless artifact of my Youlong clan. I think you are courting death!"

And just when Mo Wentian took a step, a terrifying killing intent enveloped him instantly.

Immediately, a figure, holding a peerless battle halberd, came towards Mo Wentian to slay him.

"not good!"

"It turned out to be 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 approaching figure in the void, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrank.

A bad premonition rose instantly.

The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, and with a thought, the Dragon Seal appeared in his hand instantly.

"Boy, go to hell!"

A cold and stern voice came, and the figure in the void, holding a halberd, fell directly towards Mo Wentian.

"Shenlong Seal, block it for me!"

Looking at this scene, Mo Wentian didn't even think about it, and directly blocked Shenlong Seal in front of him.

As soon as Mo Wentian's words came out, the Shenlong Seal seemed to understand Mo Wentian's words, and the power on the Shenlong Seal quickly skyrocketed.

At the same time, the Shenlong Seal, which was originally only the size of a palm, has grown to a size of hundreds of feet in just a few breaths. Looking from a distance, it is terrifying and boundless.