All nine empresses betrayed me, why am I crying after being reborn as a saint?

At this moment, it was completely light.

Chen Yuan, who had just broken through to the Spirit Transformation Stage from under the ninth gate of the ancient mausoleum and shattered the ground, saw the fat monk and the thin Taoist priest hurriedly taking out these things from their space bracelets.

Chen Yuan said deferringly.

“No, no. You two have been busy with me under the ancient mausoleum for a long time. These things are the treasures you deserve. I can’t take them anymore.”

Seeing Chen Yuan delaying like this, the fat monk hurriedly spoke.

"Well, since you said so, Chen Yuan, the thin Taoist priest and I will gladly accept these jades and other things."

"It's just right. These jades can also be exchanged for some silver. Then we can go back and have some wine and meat."

The fat monk's stomach was growling with hunger.

"Oh, you monk, you have done so little work, and all you know is eating."

A fat and skinny Taoist priest is simply unbearable to look at.

As he spoke, he held in his hand the sword of the coffin skeleton in the ninth door under the ancient tomb.

The surface of the sword was covered with traces of time and was rusty, and it seemed that it would fall into a pile of useless scrap metal at any time.

"This piece of rotten copper and iron, I don't know if it is a good sword."

As he spoke, the thin Taoist priest gestured back and forth with his hands.

He even looked at the ground and found that the scrap iron sword was really useless and could not cut anything.

The thin Taoist priest subconsciously injected spiritual power into it at this time, but found that he could not force the spiritual power into this piece of scrap iron. In fact, this scrap iron even reflexively injured one of his spiritual veins.

Therefore, the thin Taoist priest immediately cursed angrily.

"Oh, if I had known I would not have brought this broken sword back. It is such a useless sword. I have to throw it away."

"It's so funny, thin Taoist priest. You said before that I only know how to eat. I think your taste is not that good. You wasted your time and effort to bring back this broken sword. It's useless. It's better to exchange these jades for something to eat."

The fat monk burst into laughter when he saw the thin Taoist in such an embarrassing state.

Chen Yuan's attention was attracted by the "junk copper and iron" thrown down by the thin Taoist priest.

He squatted down and at first glance, the sword was just a piece of seemingly worthless scrap iron. The sword body was bent, the blade was no longer sharp, and some places were even broken, revealing the mottled patina inside.

However, just as Chen Yuan was about to squat up, a barely perceptible light flickered at the tip of the sword, as if the sword was telling of its former glory and greatness.

Chen Yuan subconsciously picked up the scrap iron sword that was tightly held in the hand of the ancient skeleton, and subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

He quickly said, "This sword seems to be a little unusual to me."

"What's so unusual about this, Chen Yuan? Don't be fooled by this broken sword. If you inject your spiritual power into it, it will shatter your heart meridians."

The thin Taoist priest quickly swallowed some healing pills that Chen Yuan had given him before, and after regulating his breathing, he hurriedly advised.

After all, he had just experienced the power of this broken sword.

In his opinion, swords are not only useless, but can also hurt people.

"Perhaps the way you used the sword just now was wrong. Let me try it now.

Chen Yuan quickly took out the Jiuye alchemy furnace and threw the sword into it.

"Fuck, Fellow Daoist Chen, what are you doing? This broken sword is useless. Are you trying to burn off the rust on the sword with fire? But this sword should be a useless scrap sword."

Seeing Chen Yuan's action, the fat monk was obviously stunned.

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Chen, it's useless to burn off the rust on this sword. If you can't inject spiritual energy into it, the sword won't recognize its master."

The thin Taoist priest also hurriedly dissuaded him.

"Let me give it a try."

Chen Yuan mobilized all the spiritual power in his body, and then catalyzed bursts of flames under the alchemy furnace.

The sword in the alchemy furnace had its thick rust peeled off layer by layer.

Seeing that it was almost burned out, Chen Yuan used his spiritual power to take out the sword.

Ordinary flames might destroy the sword itself if they burned it, but Chen Yuan controlled the temperature of the flame very accurately.

An amazing and peerless sword gradually appeared before them.

This sword has a long and straight blade.

The light was cold and the sword blade was so sharp that it seemed it could easily cut through the air.

There are three large, intricate and exquisite characters carved on the hilt.

Nine Nether Sword.

Every stroke reveals the craftsman's superb skills and extraordinary ingenuity.

What is even more surprising is that there is a faint aura flowing on the sword, as if it contains some kind of mysterious power that makes people dare not look directly at it.

"Damn, this sword itself is so beautiful?"

The fat monk said with a look of disbelief.

"No wonder this sword was able to injure my heart meridian. It turns out that it has spiritual power of its own."

The thin Taoist priest was also surprised.

"Well, as for the infusion of spiritual power, I feel that this sword does not need to be infused with spiritual power at all. This Nine Nether Sword should have a sword spirit itself."

Chen Yuan knew that the sword in his hand was no ordinary item.

After all, it is the sword of Zhang Yizhan, a powerful skeleton who is in the Tribulation Period and is sleeping inside the ninth gate of the ancient mausoleum.

This sword has experienced countless storms and battles, and was eventually buried in an ancient tomb in the desolate mountains for some reason.

Now it sees the light of day again.

"Sword Spirit?"

"Sword spirit?"

The thin Taoist priest and the fat monk asked in unison.

"Yes."

Chen Yuanzheng said.

He just released the Nine Nether Sword slightly in the air, but the Nine Nether Sword did not fall down.

The Nine Nether Sword appeared in the void.

A faint aura flowed through the sword, as cold and piercing as ice, revealing an otherworldly aura.

As a clear sword sound resounded through the sky, this peerless sword seemed to be given life.

As it trembled slightly, it cut through the sky and rushed towards the horizon.

Chen Yuan was not surprised to see this. After all, he had reached the level of Saint King in his previous life and had seen many swords with sword spirits.

In order to pamper his nine women, Chen Yuan even found very rare swords for each of them to protect themselves, and basically each of them had a sword spirit.

"Fuck, Fellow Daoist Chen, what you said is true. This sword really has a sword spirit. It can even emit a sword sound."

The fat monk rubbed his eyes, somewhat unable to believe what he saw.

"Yes, it turns out that we are both ignorant and have mistaken pearls for fish eyes."

The thin Taoist priest was also shocked.

The flight trajectory of the Jiuyou Sword is not a straight line, but as flexible and changeable as a dragon playing in the water.

Sometimes it soars into the sky, competing with the sun and the moon for brilliance; sometimes it swoops down, resonating with the mountains and rivers.

During the flight, mysterious spiritual power fluctuations seemed to surround the peerless sword.

These fluctuations of spiritual power not only made the blade of the Jiuyou Sword more stable, but also seemed to be opening up a path unique to the sword.

Wherever it passed, whether it was clouds, fog, wind or thunder, they all gave way, not daring to block it in the slightest.