I, Sword Spirit, Die in March

Group portrait Ye Han transformed into a divine sword. Good news, he is ranked third on the current list of holy soldiers. Bad news, the original owner had evil intentions and was sealed. The predecessor massacred the city and exterminated the species, and was impaled into the wasteland by the Immortal Emperor himself. "It's really devastating." It just so happened that the system came at this time and said that whoever has a right heart can pull it out. The first one to pull it out was a young demon sect leader whose heart was so dark that he was burned into an empty shell by the golden light. The second person who came to pull him out was a country boy whose family had just been destroyed. "I would like to ask senior to help me take revenge even if it is just to break the seal or take my body." This is the most decisive request. When he held the hilt of the sword, the golden light did not kill him. But Ye Han forgot that if a person is not strong enough, no matter how righteous his heart is, he will still die. "What the hell? If you continue like this, won't you die?" The boy fell down. Yehan is still just a little bit out of the woods. He glanced at the empty body of the demon sect young master next to him and made a decision. By merging the two bodies into one, Yehan will be freed from the trap again. What no one knows is that the boy's sister also has a great opportunity to exchange for another person's body. The entire era is in the midst of ever-changing changes, and no one dares to stop. Like a madman, some are kind, some are evil, and some are extremely vicious. Contradictions are destined to make different people one by one.