Mo Xiaochuan formed a hand seal and the giant sword instantly returned to its normal state, landing in his hand.
He closed his eyes slightly and chanted a spell. One after another, the spell seals landed on the sword.
With every tap, the Maha ancient character would pop out, accompanied by a violent Qi that seemed to be gradually unsealing.
Yunxiao's heart jolted. He knew that the remnant soul of the sky-devouring true spirit was sealed in the sword, but he had no idea how much mo Xiaochuan had controlled it.
The evil spirit's eyes widened and suddenly said, " it's so troublesome for you to use a sword. Why don't I use an axe? "
He directly flew out from the bottom of the mountain, and everyone immediately felt the pressure on their bodies increase sharply, as if they were about to be crushed into pieces.
The guest exerted the power of his divine body to the extreme, but he was still furious and shouted, " "You damned Dragon, you're just trying to be lazy!"
