The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

However, Mo Qian had one concern.

"But even so, won't you still fall into a deep sleep?"

Mo Qian said hesitantly,
"It's just sleeping for a while, what, you can't bear to part with it?"

"That's what Dao Ling said," he joked.

"Yes, I can't bear to part with you, I'll miss you."

Mo Qian honestly said that Dao Ling was like an older sister to him, always helping him at crucial moments. Moreover, with the spiritual connection through the blood pact, Mo Qian felt that Dao Ling was the person who understood him best in the world.

Indeed, that was the case. What Mo Qian was thinking, Dao Ling knew, and what Dao Ling was thinking, Mo Qian also knew.

However, after so many years, the sword spirit no longer had any strange thoughts. The sword spirit's mind that Mo Qian sensed was very pure, as pure as the mind of an infant.

Don't be fooled by Dao Ling's daily glances at Mo Qian, which seem like she really likes him. Whether she truly loves him or not, only Dao Ling herself knows.

Dao Ling simply admired Mo Qian's exquisite appearance; it was purely a matter of appreciation.

After all, the sword spirit has lived for so many years, and has seen all kinds of handsome men.

At its peak, the number of people chasing after Blade Spirit could stretch from the east side of the continent all the way to the west side.

It's clear how popular Blade Spirit was in her era.

"It's alright, but this time, I'm likely to be asleep for a long time. You better be careful. With the Heart of Darkness, you should be hard to die. I don't want to wake up to find that I've changed masters again."

The adorable sword spirit threatened Mo Qian, who simply nodded repeatedly. Although the sword spirit was not as tall as Mo Qian, its status was far higher.

"Let's go, let's show them what the two of us can do."

After the sword spirit finished speaking, it took over Mo Qian's body, and Mo Qian only needed to stay here and watch over it.

"I feel like I'm the one being protected."

Mo Qian looked outside from within his own mental sea of ​​consciousness, his thoughts wandering elsewhere.

"Don't overthink it. Your body is really not very useful. You'll need the Heart of Darkness to modify it for a while longer before you can barely be considered a minor successor to the Dark Body."

The sword spirit has taken Mo Qian's body as its own, and it wants to reshape Mo Qian's body into the body it once possessed.

"It's good enough that it works, and you're still complaining."

Mo Qian thought to himself, somewhat speechlessly, that the sword spirit could hear what Mo Qian was thinking.

"You better behave yourself. Don't think I can't hit you just because I'm out here."

Mo Qian was perfectly fine in his spiritual sea when he was suddenly struck, leaving him somewhat bewildered.
"So you can sense me even when you're outside."

Dao Ling snorted coldly and ignored Mo Qian.

"Ok?"

Qiongqi and the old ghost suddenly became alert because they sensed the presence of something in the smoke and dust.

"This aura... it's the sword spirit! No! It's Mo Qian!"

Qiongqi's soul perception was frantically issuing warnings: this aura belonged to both Mo Qian and Dao Ling—a combination of the two!
"Hehe, so that's how it is. Dao Ling, you really are getting more and more out of touch with reality. You've even resorted to this method of 'one mind, one body'. But you don't seem to know that this kid's body isn't as strong as you think."

The old ghost vanished from his spot in the next instant, throwing a punch at the sword spirit that was controlling Mo Qian's body.

"Tsk."

Old Ghost deliberately acted quickly because he knew that if the Blade Spirit was given time to perfectly adapt to Mo Qian's body, even he, in his current state, wouldn't be able to stop it. "Hmph!"

Knowing he couldn't dodge, the sword spirit could only try to avoid fatal spots. Old Ghost's punch landed on the Dark Heart of Mo Qian's body.

After Mo Qian acquired the Heart of Darkness, his heart was no longer a fatal weakness. He didn't even need to protect his heart during battle, because there was no need for it.

"wrong!"

Old Ghost's fist was bound by countless dark forces; this was the automatic protection function of the Dark Heart coming into play.

When threatened, the Heart of Darkness will frantically secrete dark power to protect itself. Of course, this dark power can also be used by the Blade Spirit.

"The Heart of Darkness? You're quite bold, Blade Spirit."

"Aren't you afraid I'll blow up your Dark Heart with one punch?"

Dao Ling smiled slightly upon hearing this:
"If you have the ability, feel free to give it a try."

Old Ghost didn't know why the Blade Spirit would sign a blood pact with this kid before, but now, Old Ghost knows more or less why.

"You're planning to possess this brat when he's strong enough, or rather, when his body is strong enough, right, Blade Spirit?"

Old Ghost felt he now understood the Blade Spirit's purpose: it had found a near-perfect vessel for him.

"hehe."

The sword spirit didn't want to pay any attention to this ghost king.

"Even if I were to possess a body, I'd possess a beautiful woman's body, okay? Do you think I'd want to undergo gender reassignment surgery?"

Old Ghost was immediately speechless.

"That seems true, humph! But no matter what you do today, you won't have a chance!"

When the old ghost saw that his fist was blocked, he did not retreat but advanced and began to absorb the soul power of Qiongqi to provide himself with power!
At this moment, Qiongqi: ...

Qiongqi swore that the thing he regretted most in his life was encountering this ghost king in spirit form.
Qiongqi still remembered that when he first met this Ghost King, he actually wanted to absorb this powerful soul, but he ended up messing things up, and once he messed things up, there was nothing he could do.

The end result is that Qiongqi's soul is almost completely drained.

"I'm really impressed! Old ghost! Slow down your breathing!"

Qiongqi frantically cultivated its soul power, even to the point of exhaustion. If Qiongqi didn't cultivate now, it would most likely be drained into a dried-up corpse.

":snort!"

The sword spirit sensed the change in the old ghost's power. After twirling the demon sword in its right hand, it plunged the sword into the old ghost's soul form's abdomen.

"Heh, are you stupid, Blade Spirit? You're not a soul anymore, how could you possibly hurt me?!"

The old ghost looked at the Muramasa demon sword stuck in his abdomen. He didn't know when, but the Muramasa demon sword had turned into a crimson sword and was also wrapped with dark power. The sword spirit was an expert in playing with dark power, and it was impossible for it not to wrap its demon sword with dozens of layers each time.

"you!"

Old Ghost never expected that Blade Spirit could be so despicable; Blade Spirit never used to do such things.

"Boom!"

Old Ghost knew that retreating now would be a huge loss, so he gathered all his strength and sent the sword spirit flying. (End of Chapter)