Standing in the golden light shield, a warm breath was constantly penetrated into Ling Bai's body. He could clearly feel that the Qingcang Sword, which had been silent for six years, gradually began to awaken, from a slight fluctuation to a violent boiling.

Under the guidance of the warm breath, as if something had been broken, all the energy rushed to his right hand in an instant.

In an instant, the blue smoke was filled with mist, and the entire Pope Palace was shining brightly, like the most beautiful dream.

Ling Bai stood quietly, closing his eyes tightly. At this moment, an invisible force flowed around him, as if a holy blue aperture was covered.

They were covered by all the blurred blue mist, and everyone was as if they were floating in the blue clouds. The person who was originally close to him also felt that he was floating in the clouds and was out of reach at this moment, just like a distance between the world.

In Ling Bai's soul's vision, there is an extremely huge black altar, with four pitch-black giant pillars surrounding the altar, and countless chains engraved with vicissitudes of life are wrapped around the giant pillars, and all the chains are wrapped around a sword in the center of the four giant pillars.

It was a long sword shrouded in the sky blue clouds, unscrupulously releasing a destructive aura that seemed to be the end of the world. Ling Bai could feel a fierce aura coming to his face just standing there. At a glance, he saw blood-colored runes flashing on the sword. Runes were twisted and danced, looking like ferocious and crazy faces, desperately trying to escape the constraints brought to them by the sword...

Gradually, the blue clouds covering the long sword faded away, revealing its original appearance.

The long sword is blue in color and has a shape similar to the swords that Ling Bai had seen in his previous life. They are all three-foot blue edges, and the blade is narrow and long and sharp. However, compared to an ordinary sword, this sword is much more exquisite and magnificent, and it is also much more violent and cruel.

The sword Ling Bai had seen was simply a dead object, and this sword seemed to have its own soul, like a crazy and violent beast, bound in a mysterious altar, and emitted unwilling roars, a shocking force swept towards Ling Bai.

"I should be awakening my martial soul. What's going on?"

Ling Bai didn't know why he saw this scene for no reason.

"Buzz--"

The sky-blue long sword was inserted straight into the altar, and the evil spirit was revealed all over his body that he wanted to choose someone. At this time, it trembled gently and made a creepy low voice. Then Ling Bai could see that the huge chains that bound the long sword were gradually loosening.

But everything comes at a price. The blood-colored runes on the long sword that kept flashing like life are disappearing bit by bit.

As the blood-colored rune faded, the original violent aura of the long sword slowly faded away, but it did not affect its power, but instead added a bit of nobleness and arrogance.

Of course, in Ling Bai's eyes, the previous sword blade was strong, but it seemed too fierce. Such a proud and pure sword blade was even more favored by him.

"It's Qingcang Sword, the system said it turned into my martial soul..."

The Divine Sword was connected with the spirit, Ling Bai vaguely realized that the Qingcang Sword seemed to be restraining its power, and the call from the depths of his soul was prompting him to get close to the other party.

Ling Bai slowly stepped forward, walked up to the altar carefully, and leaned towards the Qingcang Sword. Soon the distance between them was only less than one meter left.

Even though most of the strength was restrained, Qingcang Jian still had some tiny red runes on his body, sometimes like some byte that Ling Bai had never seen before, exuding a strange aura, and sometimes like hideous ghost faces, as if there were real creatures sealing it.

Ling Bai even felt that the Qingcang Sword was breathing heavily at this moment, and the blue clouds and mist around him were the gas it breathed out.

As we approached, the blue clouds and mists were like spirit snakes, lying around Ling Xiao's arms lightly. Ling Bai did not feel any malice. On the contrary, it was an extremely close attitude.

"It seems that it must be that it has some inexplicable connection with my soul..."

As soon as he thought of this, Ling Bai gradually felt relieved, and his eyes turned from careful to firmness. His palm suddenly accelerated and directly covered the hilt of the Qingcang Sword.

The purchase was a bit cold, but Ling Bai did not hesitate at all, because he never retreated or regretted what he decided. In the next moment, he used all his strength to pull out the Qingcang sword from the altar!

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Qingcang Sword suddenly broke free from the altar, and was held tightly in Ling Bai's hand, making a clear sword sound, just like a prisoner who had been imprisoned for a long time had finally obtained redemption.

Immediately afterwards, the sky-blue clouds and mist wandering around the Qingcang Sword began to rush into Ling Bai's body. After completing a cycle of heaven in his body, he returned to the sword body connected to Ling Bai's palm. In the process of this cycle, the sword and the person had been deeply imprinted with each other's traces...

outside world.

Everyone guarding Ling Bai's side stared at him with concern, because a blue mist actually oozed out of his skin and wrapped around his body.

"The Pope's Crown! Xiaobai..."

Mu Yao called out softly, with a little worried expression.

In the past six years, except Bibidong, Ling Bai and Mu Yao were closest to each other, and she treated him as her own brother.

The others also turned their eyes to Bibidong, who was closest to Ling Bai, but saw that her expression still had not changed much, and she seemed not nervous about Ling Bai at all.

"Xiaobai's breath is calm, and such movements should be a sign of awakening the martial soul."

Having said that, Bibidong's jade hand holding the Pope's scepter had already raised blue veins, indicating that his master's uneasy mentality.

"Xiaobai's awakening was so loud. I think he must be a top martial soul. Don't think so much about it." Ju Douluo Yueguan said quietly.

Whether right or wrong or not, Mu Yao, Hu Liena and others felt at least a clear idea when they heard the comfort of the two titled Douluo.

Suddenly, Ling Bai, who was standing quietly, opened his eyes, and the dazzling green light flashed in his eyes, which was quite strange.

"woke up!"

"Xiaobai, are you okay? I'm scared to death!"

"noob……"

Ling Bai, who had just woken up, looked at the crowd that rushed up in an instant with a blank look on his face, and his mind was still a little dizzy.

Isn’t it just awakening a martial soul? Why are these people so nervous?

"It's fine." Bibi Dong smiled relievedly, "Xiaobai awakened some martial soul, release it for us to see."

"Um."

The next second, countless green lights gathered on Ling Bai's right hand, and finally formed a sky-blue long sword.

Holding the Qingcang Sword in real terms, Ling Bai felt that they were connected by blood. He could feel any pulsation on the sword body. Moreover, the awakening of the Qingcang Sword and the absorption of the sky blue clouds brought him not only this sword, but more importantly, the overall improvement of physical fitness.

"A sword of killing..."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, his eyes meaningful. Ling Bai's martial soul is very outstanding, but there seem to be very few strong people with sword-like martial souls in the Martial Soul Hall. Ling Bai's future growth of swordsmanship is a problem...

Ling Bai continued:

"My martial soul is called Qingcang Sword. The specific ability is unknown for the time being, but I can feel that this martial soul has an innate realm..."
Chapter completed!