This spiritual sword can be held in his hand. It is rare for those who have first realized it.

Dongfang Mo reached out and held the spiritual sword in his hand. Although he had not mastered the three-point sword technique yet, when he waved the spiritual sword, sword shadows shot out sharply, which was many times stronger than the sword energy just now.

On a whim, Dongfang Mo poured his spiritual energy into the air again and slashed into the air. The sword shadows with the sound of breaking the wind left sword marks of varying depths on the wall. He turned his hand upwards, and there were another row of sword shadows. The roof did not escape the fate of being ravaged by the sword shadow.

Looking at the room full of recognition, Dongfang Mo curled up the corners of his mouth slightly, very satisfied with the powerful power of this set of techniques, because Dongfang Mo just had just understood it this time, and when he slowly understood it thoroughly, I guess the third-level sword asked Cangqiong would be even more powerful. How could he not let him dance.

Dongfang Mo packed up the technique and started to clean up the messy house. It was very late and he had to go to bed early. Tomorrow, he could go to the library to borrow a set of techniques to practice.

While packing things, I accidentally ran into the broken tiles basin I picked up. Now it seems that Dongfang Mo even felt that he was so confused at that time. What are you doing when you picked up such a broken thing?

Just as he wanted to throw it out, the moonlight reflected on it, and a bright light shook his eyes.

Dongfang Mo once again put it on the table and observed carefully that it was a very exquisitely carved clay pot. If it was not broken, it would be considered quaint.

I turned it over again. There are two characters on the bottom of the basin. Demon and God were written separately. Dongfang Mo did not understand the meaning of these two words. He thought in his heart that it would not take up any space anyway. Let's throw it aside first and study it when you have time in the future.

As soon as Dongfang Mo pushed the clay pot under the bed, a crisp female voice rang out: "Don't throw me here, I'll die."

In the quiet night, such a sound suddenly came out. Dongfang Mo was still startled and quickly retracted his hands. What's going on? Is this broken clay pot still able to talk?

"Wuwuwu" Dongfang Mo's actions made the girl cry, "If I had known, I wouldn't have let you pick me up. I really bet on the wrong person."

After calming down, Dongfang Mo confirmed that this sound came from this clay pot, but this completely out of his cognitive range: "How can you speak?"

"I just can speak." But at this moment, the voice became weaker, and he looked a little weak, "Let me get close to your two spiritual herbs, otherwise I will be scattered." At the end of the female voice, her voice was very low, as if it was really going to dissipate.

Dongfang Mo looked back at the place where the tiled pot was just now, and then he found that the two remaining low-grade spiritual herbs were placed on the table.

When Dongfang Mo brought the clay pot back again, the female voice breathed: "Thank you, thank you, Dongfang Mo." Listening to this tone, it was the voice of a little girl who was not very experienced in the world, with a little excitement.

But Dongfang Mo was still a little alert: "What are you? Can you practice and speak in this clay pot?"

"Bao, how dare you say that this princess is something, you are something," the female voice said mischievously, without any intention.

Dongfang Mo smiled slightly: "Okay, okay, you're not a thing, okay."

The female voice "You" was frustrated, "Okay, because you are quite capable, I'll tell you the truth."

As soon as he finished speaking, a very playful and cute girl suddenly appeared in front of Dongfang Mo. She looked like she was twelve or twelve years old. She was wearing a silver skirt, showing her slender arms and beautiful legs, and barefoot, which made people want to go forward and touch her.

But Dongfang Mo was full of concentration and would never be confused by such an appearance when he was uncertain whether there was any danger in front of him. He would just look quietly at the girl in front of him.
Chapter completed!