Zhao Zhao gritted his teeth, determined, and said resolutely, "System! I regret what I said about the props!"
"I'll take it!"
[Successfully purchased the Ancient Sword Soul Possession Experience Coupon. Price: Permanent Soul Trauma.]
As soon as Zhao Zhao finished speaking, the props began to take effect.
The Ancient Sword Soul Possession Experience Card can transcend time and space, temporarily summon the sword soul of the Ancient Sword, and thus possess the Zhao Zhao Spirit Sword for five minutes.
The system said that only this kind of divine sword can kill the Sky-Devouring Beast.
The people of this world cannot destroy the Sky-Devouring Beast no matter what. At best, they can only seal it at a huge cost.
However, the Sky-Devouring Beast will become stronger and stronger, and the seal will become less and less effective. According to the plot, the price paid this time is almost the death of all the immortal elders in the world of cultivation and half of the elders in the world of demons, before the Sky-Devouring Beast can be barely sealed.
Afterwards, the world of immortal cultivation declined rapidly and was destroyed by the demon world.
However, the Demon Realm did not have many years of freedom. After just over a decade, a natural disaster struck and the Demon Realm was defeated. In the end, the entire world ceased to exist.
It can be said that if Zhao Zhao had not borrowed the props to help, even if he preserved most of the combat power of the cultivation world to seal the Sky-Devouring Beast, in the more than ten years after his death, the cultivation world would still be destroyed by the natural disaster that came again along with the demon world.
Zhao Zhao didn't want to see this result, so even if it meant permanent soul trauma, he had to kill this so-called natural disaster.
The sword spirit of the ancient divine sword took control of his body. He forcefully broke away from Lan Sheng's palm and stabbed at the Sky-Devouring Beast that was still swallowing and spitting out the black hole.
A powerful golden light suddenly burst out from the Zhaoxue Sword, and its unstoppable momentum seemed to destroy all evil.
"Zhao Zhao! What are you going to do?!"
Lan Sheng ran forward frantically, trying to grasp the Zhaoxue Sword regardless of the consequences, but it was in vain. The golden light emitted by the spiritual sword burned his palm, and his flesh and blood were blurred. His eyes were bloodshot, and he could only watch his sword spirit enter the eyeball of the Devouring Beast.
"Zhao Zhao..."
The black vortex glowed with golden light and gradually grew larger like a bubble.
"Bang!"
The eyeball exploded, and the powerful airflow flattened the hillside in that area. Many disciples were killed or injured, and Lan Sheng fell heavily to the ground, his snow-white clothes stained with blood, and he looked very embarrassed.
In his last moment of consciousness, he saw the Zhaoxue Sword shining with golden light and breaking into three pieces in mid-air, and his sword spirit then dissipated from the world.
They didn't even see each other for the last time or say goodbye properly.
…
Ever since the sword of Zhaoxue was broken, there has been no sound from the sword of Yunzhi.
If Nan Qing didn't know clearly that Yunzhi was not injured, he would probably suspect that his sword spirit had also dissipated.
"Ding ding ding." Nan Qing supported his chin and bent two fingers to tap Yunzhi Sword.
He still didn't respond.
"Yunzhi, do you really like the Zhaoxue Sword that much?" Nan Qing sighed. He really had no way to deal with this sword spirit.
Nan Qing silently took out something from the storage bag. Yun Zhi, sensing a familiar aura, immediately appeared and snatched the object from Nan Qing's hand.
This is the hilt of the Zhaoxue Sword. Lan Sheng had been searching for it for a long time but couldn't find it. He never thought that it was with Nan Qing.
Nan Qing ignored Yunzhi's rudeness. It had been going on for a while. He looked at Yunzhi, who was slightly stunned, and said softly, "Yunzhi, why are you crying?"
Yunzhi remained expressionless, holding the hilt of the sword as if it were a treasure. He asked in a tense voice, "Anything else?"
Nan Qing quickly waved his hands and said, "It's really gone." Thinking back to the time when he had suffered a lot in order to pick up the hilt of the sword.
If he hadn't considered his ancestor Yunzhi, he wouldn't have fought with the madman Lan Sheng for the hilt of the sword even though he was seriously injured.
Seeing Yunzhi still silently shedding tears, Nan Qing was helpless, "Ancestor, don't cry."
"Give me the gem." Yunzhi stretched out his hand to him.
Nan Qing was stunned. The topic jumped too quickly and he couldn't keep up with the boy's train of thought.
Yunzhi caressed the gem on the hilt of the Zhaoxue Sword, and a rare hint of tenderness appeared in his usually indifferent eyes. "Give me the gem, I want it inlaid on Yunzhi's sword."
After Zhao Zhao left, he gradually became like him.
…
In the blink of an eye, it was the first year after the natural disaster. The world that had experienced devastation began to show signs of life in the spring of that year.
Although the Sky-Devouring Beast was very powerful this time, the damage was far less than that of decades ago.
So in the spring of that year, people held a New Year's banquet. They celebrated the arrival of the new year and the destruction of the Sky-Devouring Beast, so that they no longer had to live in fear.
At the welcome party, the sounds of cubs playing echoed in Lan Sheng's ears. In a trance, he seemed to see Zhao Zhao in cub form, pouting his lips and looking at him with resentment in his eyes, "Lan Sheng, when will you be able to accompany me~"
"Right now."
"But you're lying. You don't have time for me."
"This time... I won't lie to you... for real."
Lan Sheng heard his own voice, hoarse yet gentle.
But Zhao Zhao in front of him seemed dissatisfied with his answer, "Big liar, I'm angry, humph, I'm leaving."
Lan Sheng stood up suddenly, knocking over the drink in front of him, but the scene in front of him slowly faded away and returned to reality.
Someone was walking towards him. Lan Sheng came back to his senses and saw that it was Yuchi Huaili.
"Why is it you..."
Lan Sheng sat back in his original position in a daze, saying nothing. He took the bottle and poured the wine directly into his mouth, without any trace of his usual elegance and dignity.
He actually didn't drink before, but he heard that drinking can relieve sorrow, so he wanted to try it.
But he felt that the more he drank, the more depressed he became.
Yuchi Huaili had a blank expression on his face as he reached out to pull Lan Sheng, who was drunk and lying in a puddle.
Lan Sheng, however, smiled and shook his hand off, "Get lost~"
"Lan Sheng!"
Yuchi Huaili's eyes were full of complicated expressions, and he opened his mouth but didn't know how to give advice.
After drinking, Lan Sheng was sometimes sober and sometimes confused. This time, Yuchi Huaili was lucky enough to catch him when he came to his senses.
He stood up shakily, feeling that he was not conspicuous in this party full of laughter and joy. "Brother, I understand. I'll leave right away."
Yuchi Huaili caught up with him and hurriedly explained, "That's not what I meant."
"Okay, okay, I don't care what you mean." Lan Sheng waved his hand again, broke free from him, and staggered towards Tianzhu Peak.
He yawned, looked at the deserted side, and laughed at himself. Why hadn't he realized before that the world of cultivating immortals was so boring?
The familiar Tianzhu Peak seemed particularly dull without his familiar little sword spirit.
Zhao Zhao's gemstones and spirit stones were piled up in a corner, and Lan Sheng sat aside and stared at them.
Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.
Little money-grubber, I miss you.
…
This Sword Spirit Loves Money Too Much (End)
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