Mo Xiaochuan's sword spirit attracted the attention of everyone, and they were all bewildered.
However, as his body stabilized, the giant heaven-devouring spirit slowly retracted its fiendish appearance and gradually returned to its body.
However, everyone from the sea Race had a grave expression on their faces. They no longer dared to treat this person as trash. Guangxian said in a deep voice,"Xuan Xiu, watch these human warriors!“
"Yes!“
Xuan Xiu hurriedly replied. He was also shocked and vigilantly stared at these human cultivators in case they disturbed kun Mo.
Yunxiao sent a voice transmission to him,'Xiaochuan, how do you feel now? Can you sense the existence of the sword spirit?“
Mo Xiaochuan raised his eyes and said,"I can vaguely sense that it's sleeping in the sword. I can also hear its breathing."“
