Soon, Zhou Xuanji was able to find that Saint Sword; it was within a mountain cave.
This sword was stuck in the ground. The blade was four fingers wide, and it gradually became wider. There were black scales on the hilt, and there was a gemstone that looked like a savage red eye on the hilt.
Saint Sword!
As soon as Zhou Xuanji went near it, he could feel an unimaginable aura rushing at him.
It was as if there was a massive beast roaring at him.
Zhou Xuanji took out the Ancient God Sword and talked to the nine souls.
"Eh? Saint Sword Tugang? You were at the Cloud Devil Pool?" Liu Wuji said in shock, and the other souls also spoke.
"The Northern Nether Sword Devil is not here; this is a good opportunity."
"If you take it, the Northern Nether Sword Devil will hunt you down."
"You should definitely take it!"
"As long as you have the confidence to escape, you should take it."
