This is a statue of a scribe, with long hair and long gown, and a handsome face.

Neither Wang Chen, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, nor Xiao Yao, who looked depressed, noticed that light blue light spots slowly flowed out from the statue, converging into a human shape glowing with misty blue light.

The eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as that of the statue.

The figure wavered and came to Wang Chen.

The scribe looked down at Wang Chen, blankly looking at the main sword of humanity and the small sword with healing power, with a look of thought in his eyes.

Wang Chen suddenly opened his eyes and looked back.

"I didn't expect that I could see two old friends before they disappeared." The scribe's eyes softened and he asked lightly:

"Noodles...that dragon blood centipede, is it still okay?"

Hearing this, Wang Chen was shocked.

In the world of cultivation, the birth of the Six Paths Sword inheritance is considered a minor event.

However, the story of a casual cultivator who acquired the inheritance of the Six Paths Sword and became a cultivator's demon has been given a layer of mystery by word of mouth.

As the person involved in the rumors, Wang Chen knew very well that even Yin Shiyu, who had been entangled with him twice to the death, did not know the details of his acquisition of the Six Paths Sword.

"Have you untied the golden thread?" The scribe's eyes contained expectation.

"I did untie the golden thread around the dragon's blood centipede's waist." Wang Chen nodded.

"Senior Dragon Blood Centipede should be in the late stage of foundation building. I saw it crawling into the depths of the Forbidden Forest with my own eyes. I believe that with its current level of cultivation, it will live a good life."

The dragon-blooded centipede had protected him to obtain the Six Paths Sword inheritance, just like the strange bird on the Red Flame Mountain. In Wang Chen's heart, he was more worthy of the title of senior than many cultivators who seemed to be highly virtuous and respected, but in fact were just arrogant.

And this scribe calls the Six Paths Sword an old friend."

He once again revealed the existence of the dragon-blooded centipede, and even called out a nickname that was in stark contrast to that ferocious beast. The person who also revealed that the dragon-blooded centipede was restricted by a trace of gold could only be the owner of the underground palace.

It was also the senior expert who suppressed two thousand-year-old corpse demons in that underground palace and used them to refine swords.

Wang Chen's mood was ups and downs.

The scribe's dazed face suddenly showed a relieved smile, as if he had finally been freed from thousands of years of worries and entanglements.

"Excuse me, senior's name?" Wang Chen finally asked.

Back in the Guangyuan Tongjianlu, he had carefully studied the information about the successors of the Six Paths Sword.

According to legend, the person who received the Master Sword of Humanity was a swordsman named Wu Shang, and he was also the only successor who mastered two sword techniques.

"Name? I've been sleeping for a long time and have long forgotten it. But when I saw my old friend, I remembered a few sword techniques." The scribe's face turned cold.

"You want to have sex with me?" Wang Chen became very wary. Although he was anxious at the moment, he would not seek medical treatment in a hurry.

"It couldn't be easier for me to have sex with you, but it doesn't have to be this way."

Between the words of neither joy nor sorrow, the scribe turned into a point of light and drifted away.

At the same time, a sword seal formed instantly and floated behind Wang Chen.

Boom! The terrifying power was injected into his body through the sword mark, making his skin instantly become like gold.

"Can it turn into six sword seals?"

He opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the Six-Path Sword that was glowing like a candle in the wind. The recovery speed of the injuries in his body was no less than ten times faster than before.

This feeling was as if there was an invisible force controlling him, carefully correcting the flawless sword techniques that he had practiced on his own.

In just a moment, his body recovered to some extent. Wang Chen never thought that that small sword could have such terrifying recovery ability.

The looming golden light pierced the darkness, and the three six-path swords were like soldiers waiting to be dispatched, floating beside Wang Chen, but only the unfamiliar voice spoke faintly.

"You have only practiced the Human Sword Art briefly, but that is enough."

"But the Six Paths Sword is not used like this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Master Sword of Humanity fell into his hand, buzzing and trembling, as if he was excited as an old friend reunited.

The golden light patterns quickly shuttled and intersected, gathered and condensed, turning into a sword seal, like a flame-shaped aperture, with mysterious Sanskrit characters and flowing golden patterns. It was countless times more exquisite than the sword seal condensed by Wang Chen himself.

A golden light flashed across his eyes, and Wang Chen looked up at the sky. Black mist filled the sky, and there were no stars or moon. He took a step in vain.

Raise your sword!

boom!
Chapter completed!