Dragon Blood Devil Soldier

0"Huh?" Long Bufan's voice was filled with surprise, his eyes flashed, with a flick of his finger, he immediately released a burst of spirit force and sucked the black sword into his hand.    0

    

"This is the evil sword that Ouyang Hua used just now to devour spirits."    

    

Long Bufan muttered to himself joyfully. When the black sword landed in his hand, a strange fluctuation was faintly emitted from it. This fluctuation also caused the Primordial Spirit Shadow in his Dantian to strangely tremble in fear.    

    

"Even the incinerator was unable to burn it, it's really a mysterious sword." Long Bufan brandished the black sword in his hand, the sharp sword wind glinting with a black light, vaguely bringing with it the energy of devour, to which he could not help but be surprised.    

    

Immediately after, Long Bufan released a strand of soul power from his soul consciousness and condensed it into a fingernail-sized seal. With a tap of his finger, it floated towards the black sword.    

    

Generally speaking, this kind of spirit artifact would have the soul brand left behind by its owner. However, Ouyang Hua had already turned into ashes along with his primordial spirit, so the soul brand naturally disappeared without a trace.    

    

Therefore, Long Bufan's soul power did not have any obstructions, and directly branded itself onto the Devouring Spirit Evil Sword.    

    

And after Long Bufan's soul imprint was imprinted onto it, the Primordial Spirit Shadow in his abdomen, dantian, suddenly stopped trembling. Obviously, it was no longer afraid of the Devouring Spirit Evil Sword in his hands.    

    

After that, he kept the black sword inside his storage bag, and then looked down at the ten corpses, a greedy light appearing in his bright eyes, and immediately after, he saw Long Bufan's palm beckoning ten, causing the ten storage bag s to fly over. All of them grabbed onto the sword, and his spirit sense directly entered them, searching wildly.    

    

Within these storage bag s, the things were messy, but it was still considered rich, other than some valuable spirit herbs and herbs, there were a lot of different martial arts, but there were very few that caught Long Bufan's eye, but it was more suitable for An Sen and his group to train in.    

    

After that, Long Bufan kept the spoils of the battle into his storage bag and looked around the messy bamboo forest with an ice-cold gaze. He did not linger any further and the pair of dragon wings on his back trembled slightly.    

    

"Chi ~!" The purple symbols on the dragon's wings swirled in the air with lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, it appeared on the hill a thousand feet away.    

    

"An Sen, you can stop." Long Bufan looked down at An Sen and the others, and said indifferently, his cold eyes had a tinge of blood-red light to it.    

    

"Large... "Lord?" An Sen's face was filled with shock as he looked at the dragon-like monster floating in the sky. He had seen Long Bufan in his transformation into a Dragonblood Warrior Weapon, but this time, his form changed a lot.    

    

The twenty Berserker s who had never seen Long Bufan's body transformation before, thought that it was some sort of beastman, and were so frightened that they immediately changed the direction of the crystal gun's cannon and aimed at Long Bufan who was standing in the air.    

    

"En, everyone has worked hard. After we return, An Sen will give each of them 10,000 gold coins as reward." Long Bufan said indifferently. He was not angry because of his subordinates' rudeness, but his expression still remained cold. In his Dragonblood Warrior Weapon form, no matter if it was his expression, voice, or temperament, they all underwent a significant change. Faintly, they gave off a cold and heartless feeling.