Soul bestowment (2)

The ore slag and dust that it absorbed covered its body, forming a natural layer of armor. Song Qing could not see what it was.

'Hissing, hissing-'

The demonic beast let out two roars in succession, and a large golden spiritual breath spewed out of its mouth, forming a golden cloud in an instant.

A powerful suction force came from the clouds, causing the sword embryo, which had stopped struggling after being grabbed by song Qing, to shake again.

This time, the sword embryo was shaking with much more force than before. It had reached the level of a spiritual treasure. Song qingxiao did not have much spiritual power left, so it was difficult for her to control it.

What made her feel the most uneasy was that after she had spat out two mouthfuls of blood essence, the connection between her and the sword embryo had deepened. The Qi of the sword spirit had already appeared in her soul, but at this time, the mark seemed to want to break free from its shackles.