"Good stuff, this is definitely good stuff. Is this a benefit from the underworld that you can enjoy at will? Or is this my privilege as a strong person in the 'Wenxuan Stage'?" The more Zuo Yixian thought about it, the more likely he was: "The so-called

I will be a hero in life, and a hero in death. I was a strong man in the Holy Land during my lifetime, so my treatment after death will naturally be different from that of ordinary people!"

Immediately, Zuo Yixian walked towards the red fruit, wanting to pick one up and taste it.

Suddenly, the changes suddenly increased!

A mysterious and familiar sword intent rose up, and the sword intent that was originally everywhere in the entire space was also activated, covering Zuo Yixian one after another, as if if Zuo Yixian made any rash move, it would immediately tear him apart.

Same.

Zuo Yixian's expression suddenly changed. Such a terrifying sword intent was enough to easily drive him to pieces!

He paused for a moment and immediately stopped where he was. He was frightened and confused at the same time: "This... this is clearly the sword intention of the Long Yuan Sword. This is the underworld. How could there be the sword intention of the Long Yuan Sword? Could it be that this place has the sword intention of the Long Yuan Sword?"

Isn’t it the underworld?”

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and he realized that he had been locked by the ubiquitous sword intent. He was so frightened that he stood there, not even daring to move, let alone getting the red fruit.

I don't know how much time passed, but Zuo Yixian became more and more frightened.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of Zuo Yixian's eyes, as if he had changed into a living person. Chen Feiyu appeared out of thin air not far in front of him, and the pupils in his eyes suddenly shrank: "Chen Feiyu?"

"You are indeed here." When Chen Feiyu saw Zuo Yixian, a smile appeared on his lips.

It is said that "enemies are extremely jealous when they meet", let alone killing one's biggest enemy?

Zuo Yixian barely had time to think about why Chen Feiyu appeared here, and he didn't care about the boundless sword intent around him that seemed to be able to easily strangle him. He immediately shouted angrily, filled up his true energy, and jumped towards Chen Feiyu.

A surge of monstrous strength at the "Wen Xuan Stage" level instantly filled the surrounding area.

"As expected, you still maintain the level of strength of the 'Wenxuan Stage', very good, very good." The smile on Chen Feiyu's lips became thicker, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes for Zuo Yixian's attack: "You are just

How can a mere fairy in a painting or a sword-guarding spirit dare to attack my master?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Long Yuan sword inserted in the sword mound suddenly began to "buzz" and tremble, and a mysterious sword intent arose.

At the same time, Zuo Yixian's whole body was shaken. The real energy condensed in his hands instantly collapsed. There was a violent tearing feeling deep in his soul, and there was an unimaginable pain.

Rao Zuo Yixian, a rare strong man in the "Wenxuan Stage" in the world, could not bear such severe pain. Yangtian spit out a mouthful of blood and took several steps back.

Even though the sword intent in the sky did not attack him, he was still seriously injured!

Zuo Yixian finally stood firm and said in shock: "How...how could this happen? Why was I suddenly injured? What on earth is going on?"

"First of all, you have to understand the fact that you are already dead, and you died from the backlash of Long Yuan Sword." Chen Feiyu said calmly.

Even though Zuo Yixian was frightened in his heart, he still remained arrogant: "If I hadn't touched Long Yuan Sword rashly, you would be a dead soul under my hands now!"

"That's not necessarily true, but it's not important." Chen Feiyu's eyes gradually turned sharp and he said, "What I want to say next is the key point."

Zuo Yixian knew that there was no hope of revenge at this moment, so he snorted, feeling awe-struck in his heart, knowing that what Chen Feiyu said next must be extraordinary.

"This is the world in my painting, and everyone who is killed by the Longyuan Sword will become a sword-guarding spirit."

"Sword guard spirit?" Zuo Yixian frowned slightly.

"To put it more simply, I am a sword slave. From now on, you will only obey my sword slave. In other words, I will be your master from now on..."
Chapter completed!