Today was the first time he saw someone keeping the Emperor Sword for nearly a thousand years.

This matter is too difficult. After all, monks fight and experience life and death. At some critical moments, they have no choice but to use the Sword of Accumulation.

To cultivate it for such a long time requires great opportunities and luck.

Noticing Xu Qing's expression, Guishou's expression became even more proud.

"Old man, as a jailer, I am preparing this sword to protect this world."

"I have thought about it. When my life is approaching and I no longer work as a jailer, I will go out and find a powerful alien race that I don't like. I will kill it. It will eliminate every harm for my human race. This old man

My life is not in vain, my death is worth something.

value."

When Xu Qing heard this, he showed admiration on his face, stamped his feet and bowed to the ghost hand to show his respect.

Obviously, having this sword that has been cultivated for eight hundred years is a very satisfying thing for Ghost Hand. Seeing Xu Qing respecting his statement so much, he laughed, took another sip of wine, and walked forward happily.

Just count them like this

Time passed by, and under the guidance of Ghost Hand, Xu Qing became more and more familiar with this prison. As time passed, the two of them also ended their trip and prepared to leave and return to the Prison Department.

But at this moment, Guishou suddenly turned his head and looked at the ground below, his face darkening.

Where he looked was a withered forest. Among the large number of dead trees, there was a towering tree. Although the trunk was also withered, it was still thick. There was an old face growing on it.

At this moment, the face's eyes slowly opened, revealing blue eyes, looking at Xu Qing and Ghost Hands in the sky, showing a hint of fear.

"Greetings to Lord Ghost Hands."

"Didn't I tell you that you were not allowed to leave where you were, but you didn't obey and moved here." On the sky, Ghost Hand's expression was gloomy and he spoke coldly.

Then he pointed at the tree and introduced it to Xu Qing.

"Remember this one, he is no ordinary tree man, he is the only wood spirit tribesman in the entire Prison Department."

"Although its tribe is ordinary now, in the past... it was extraordinary."

The ghost hand slowly spread the words.

Xu Qing stared and looked at the Wood Spirit tribesman.

"Before Ancient Emperor Xuanyou, Ancient Emperor Lingxia, who unified the Wanggu Continent, was born in the Ancient Spirit Clan. At that time, the Ancient Spirit Clan was the supreme clan of Wanggu, and was even called the Clan of Destiny."

"The five elements of spirit under his command each form a lineage."

Guishou spoke calmly.

"But after the decline, the ancient spirit clan's bloodline was almost extinct, and the five spirits under its command fell apart. There is a surviving wood spirit clan in our Fenghai County. Because of their gentle temperament, they live in peace with each other."
Chapter completed!