บท 1538: Ruins of the Golden Crow Divine Court, Despair (2)

Zhang Chenyang followed closely behind.

At this moment, both of them were enveloped in golden light, with a golden crow spirit floating above their heads, each supporting a golden spirit bone.

They were fully engaged in refining the spirit bones.

"Let's go back and refine the spirit bones before returning," Han Muye shouted.

Han Muye shouted.

Shang Zhenyu was stunned as he pointed at the black longsword, "Your sword…"

Han Muye laughed and looked at the sword.

"Sword?"

"What sword?"

'Where's the sword?'

That was his True Spirit Bone!

While a sword might be uncontrollable, how could his spirit bone not be under his command?

Han Muye chuckled lightly, and the locked black sword in front of him exploded.

A hundred golden True Spirit Divine Patterns appeared, swirling around a golden spirit bone, flying and rotating.

"This, this is a True Spirit…"