บท 297: Chapter 295 Chaos Fish_1

In the courtyard.

Lu Xuan sits cross-legged, the ancient sword sheath in his hand trembled continuously.

A slender, deep-black spirit seed slipped out smoothly from the crack of the sheath.

It was a sword grass spirit seed that had been nurtured in the sheath for a while.

At this time, the spirit seed was surrounded by a faint black wind, barely visible arcs of electricity jumped on the surface of the seed, disappearing into the air in an instant.

"Got another three-class Wind Thunder Sword Grass spirit seed."

Lu Xuan, holding the successfully transformed Wind Thunder Sword Grass spirit seed, felt satisfied.

He planted the spirit seed into the spirit field, strands of Spirit Rain seeped precisely into the spirit seed and surrounding spirit soil. Following that, hundreds of thin, deep black sword lights shot out from Lu Xuan's dantian, entering one after another.