Yun Chujiu’s head hurt from Ya Zi’s crying. She couldn’t take it anymore and said angrily,
“Shut up! If you continue to cry like a ghost, I will leave you here and let you be destroyed by the eight barren dragon locking formation.”
Ya Zi was so scared that he choked and shut up, but he still kept twitching.
“Tell me, what exactly happened?”Yun chujiu asked with a cold face.
Ya Zi said with a sobbing tone, “The primeval sword doesn’t have a weapon spirit, and all the treasured swords don’t have a weapon spirit. If it has a weapon spirit, what use do we sword spirits have? !”Qi Ling’s eyes were filled with tears!
I said that the primeval sword was dead because the core of the primeval sword was gone. Without the core, the primeval sword could only be this broken stone door forever!
I wonder which heartless bastard stole the core of the primal sword. How Shameless!