I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon novel Chapter 1152

"Roar!"

The Qilin raised its head to the sky and let out a long howl, as a longsword slowly surged forth from its mouth.

The sword's blade was about four feet long, entirely made of bronze, filled with mottled rust marks. The hilt was casually wrapped in cloth strips, exuding a sense of ancient simplicity and solemnity.

"Could it be..."

Huo Wuya seemed to have thought of something, a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

The Qilin bit the longsword, wagged its tail, and came before Chen Mo, its eyes full of anticipation.

"Is this for me?" Chen Mo asked.

"Woo." The Qilin nodded.

"Uh, thank you."

Looking at the seemingly unremarkable, rusted blade, Chen Mo didn't turn it away and eagerly accepted it, directly reaching out to grasp the sword's hilt.

Buzz—

As soon as Chen Mo touched the longsword, the blade began to tremble violently, emitting a series of metallic clangs, as if it had its own will, struggling against his grip, nearly breaking free at any moment.

"Hmm?"

"What's going on?"

Chen Mo furrowed his brow. Just as he began to feel puzzled, the Qilin extended its claw and its sharp nail sliced open the skin of his wrist.

A trickle of crimson blood flowed out, dropping onto the hilt and being absorbed like water into a sponge, making the vibrating longsword suddenly quiet.

Crack—

Immediately afterward, a sharp crack sounded, with the stone surface covered in countless cracks, dazzling radiance bursting forth from the fissures.

The chips continuously fell away, revealing its original appearance.

The sword blade seemed entirely like amber, emitting brilliant colors. Through its semi-transparent material, one could see inside tree-like veins spreading, resembling a neural network, rhythmically pulsing.

One thread of red light spread along the veins, gradually reaching every end, radiating an intense brilliance, like a scorching sun rising.

"Roar!"

The horrifying roar echoed in the void.

Everyone present shuddered, especially the disciples with lesser cultivation, struck by the thunderous sound, nearly collapsing to the ground.

The sound was particularly familiar to Chen Mo—

It seemed to be a dragon's roar?

As the blood filled the veins completely, the longsword finally quieted down, a feeling of blood connection emerging, almost as if the sword had become a part of him.

At this moment, the cloth wrapped around the hilt fell away, and at the sword's guard were engraved two peculiar ancient characters.

Chen Mo didn't recognize these characters but could accurately discern their meaning.

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