"Of course, this is a magic weapon of the soul refined by True Lord monks, and it is also of the highest quality. It should be a lunatic in the late stage of True Lord. At the moment when he was promoted to the true self, he ignored his own safety and even tried his best to fail.
Taking advantage of the moment when heaven and earth declined when he advanced to the true self. He spent a lot of effort to make it. The person who made this magic weapon of the soul is really a madman! You must know that it doesn't matter if you fail to advance to the true self. The decline can only return to the true king. The true king will be restored three times.
There will be opportunities for Guixu in the future, but it is most dangerous during this period. One mistake will cause his consciousness to collapse, and he will die without a burial place. The blood shadow only put this in the storage bag without refining it, which is why
Because of this, there is nothing I can do now...but..." Zhenzhen Huang Yan said slowly.
Yuwen Zhouyuan has now figured out the temper of Zhenzun Huang Yan, and knows that this old guy likes to titillate people, so he is not in a hurry to wait for the other party to proceed.
After a while, Huang Yan Zhenzun sighed and muttered: "Forget it, let me tell you, it is too time-consuming for you to use the normal sacrificial method for this thing. I will teach you a method called the art of heart refining. The advantage is
You can take this flying sword as your own at once, but the disadvantage is that once the flying sword is damaged, you will also be affected, and this kind of connection is several times more serious than if you use other methods to sacrifice it."
Yuwen Zhouyuan pondered for a moment and said, "Tell me, how to use this heart refining method."
Zhenzun Huang Yan just wanted to whet Yu Wen Zhouyuan's appetite, but when he thought that this boy must be ignoring him, he simply stated the method, but in the end he made a request.
"I haven't touched a woman for many years. You have to let me have fun no matter what you say, even if you just look at me!" Zhenzun Huang Yan said with a dry smile.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was noncommittal, and then Zhenzun Huang Yan told Yuwen Zhouyuan the method of refining the heart.
According to Huang Yan Zhenzun's method, he intertwined his hands and pinched the weird magic formula. He bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood mist containing spiritual power. He changed the magic formula with his right hand and immediately drew a strange symbol in the air.
As soon as the symbol was drawn, it immediately hit the blood mist. The blood mist rolled and shrank sharply into the symbol. Gradually, the blood color on the symbol became thicker. Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed, and he clapped his left hand in the air, and suddenly the blood symbol was printed.
On top of the flying sword.
The flying sword trembled, and a trace of green energy immediately emerged.
Yuwen Zhouyuan immediately spat out another mouthful of blood mist. His expression was slightly sluggish, but his eyes were firmer. With a move of his right hand, an even weirder symbol was drawn, and after merging with the blood mist, it hit the flying sword.
This process lasted for several hours, until early in the morning on the third day, a sword sound came from Yuwen Zhouyuan's room, and then dissipated instantly. Tong Qingzhu, who had been sitting cross-legged outside the room, suddenly stood up.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's door opened silently. Yuwen Zhouyuan said with a smile on his face and a very happy mood: "Master Tong Qing, thank you very much."
Lord Tong Qing glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan with a strange expression and said, "What kind of technique are you practicing? Why did I hear the sound of the sword just now?"
Yuwen Zhouyuan opened his mouth, and a teleportation magic sword immediately flew out, bringing with it a deep chill. As soon as the sword came out, a bloody aura filled the surrounding area.
Master Tong Qing was startled and lost his voice: "Hey, this...how does this flying sword have such a strong smell of blood?"
Yuwen Zhouyuan nodded, and with a call of his right hand, the flying sword instantly returned to him and was swallowed into his mouth. Yuwen Zhouyuan was also quite annoyed with this bloody aura. Huang Yanzhenzhen only swallowed it slowly after he succeeded in the mental refining.
Tundu told him that any magic weapon refined by heart will emit a strong bloody aura at first, but as the cultivation level deepens and the blood is warmed and cultivated in the body for a long time, the bloody aura will dissipate.
Master Tong Qing stared blankly at the flying sword, took a deep breath, and said: "Senior Yuwen, I am convinced by you. My master tried to refine this sword many times but failed to succeed. The master said that this flying sword,
The key point is teleportation. Even the imitation you destroyed has 30% of its power. You saw and felt it at that time. You can imagine the strength of this ancient flying sword. This sword is definitely a weapon for killing people.
"
The two chatted for a few more words, and Tong Qingzhu stood up to leave. Before leaving, he told Yuwen Zhouyuan that the day of the first month trade fair would be in three days and asked him to prepare.
Three days later, the Blood Refining Hall was filled with flowers, and many cultivators came and went, making it very lively. Master Tong Qing and Yuwen Zhouyuan left the inn early in the morning and wandered around the city.
Because Tong Qingzhu wanted to sell the Polygonum multiflorum, he left alone after discussing with Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Yuwen Zhouyuan strolled through the city, looking at stalls one after another. There were many magic weapons that made him excited, but he didn't buy them in order not to attract others' attention.
The day passed unknowingly, and before nightfall, Yuwen Zhouyuan returned to the inn. Outside the inn, just as he was about to go in, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and stopped.
At this time in the past, the inn was very busy, but today it was quiet and unusually quiet.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual consciousness was swept away, and his complexion suddenly changed slightly. The entire inn was covered by a mysterious aura, like a mist, blocking Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual consciousness.
Without saying a word, Yuwen Zhouyuan suddenly retreated with his body. At the same time, he released the body shield, and then blessed the golden bell talisman on his body as quickly as possible.
A few feet away.
"Huh? The reaction is quite fast." A slightly surprised voice sounded leisurely. Then a man walked out of the inn. This man was in his thirties, with starry eyes and sharp eyebrows, and a sky-blue robe. He looked suave and elegant.
The man looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan who was quickly walking away and sneered and said to him: "Liu San, Ma Wu, you two are waiting here for Master Tong Qing to come back, cripple his cultivation and send him to the prison. I will go and take this clever boy away."
Catch it back."
As soon as the man finished speaking, two phantoms suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air, and gradually solidified into two old men with wrinkled faces.
One of them said in a deep voice: "Young Master, after all, these two people are in our Blood Refining Hall. Doing this is breaking the rules set by the hall master. If the hall master asks..."
The thirty-year-old man in blue frowned, stared at the direction in which Yuwen Zhouyuan fled, and said: "If my grandfather asks, tell the truth, this Lord Tong Qing colluded with outsiders to kill his mentor. It is not only his master Tong Qing, but also my blood."
The elders of the Soul Sect have done such treacherous things, how can I let them go?"
After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and instantly lifted into the air, chasing Yuwen Zhouyuan in the direction of his escape.
After the two old men watched the young man leave, they turned into two phantoms and disappeared without a trace.
Yuwen Zhouyuan stretched out his limit, exerted all his speed, and flew away. In a blink of an eye, he arrived at the outskirts of the Blood Refining Hall, and was about to rush out. At this time, several figures suddenly emerged from the city wall, far away.
shouted loudly: "Flying is strictly prohibited in the Blood Refining Hall, fellow Taoist, stop!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan said nothing, took a deep breath, paused, but immediately rushed out at twice the speed of before, like lightning.
The expressions of the several Blood Refining Hall disciples who were blocking the way in front of them all changed, and they wanted to stop him. Yuwen Zhouyuan waved his hand, and the giant surgery spread around. He picked up all the disciples who were blocking the way and threw them to the side.
With overwhelming momentum, Yuwen Zhouyuan rushed out of the Blood Refining Hall. Behind him, because of his previous actions, more than a hundred Blood Refining Hall disciples, using various magic weapons, chased after him.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan felt bitter in his heart. He was still a little confused as to what happened in the inn. What happened just now was that the other party was obviously waiting for him to go back in the inn. If he hadn't made a decisive decision and ran away immediately, it would have been very unlucky.
Less.
As for Master Tong Qing, Yuwen Zhouyuan cannot protect himself now, and he doesn't have much to worry about. I hope he will seek happiness for himself.
After leaving the Blood Refining Hall, Yuwen Zhouyuan galloped southward, with many Blood Refining Hall disciples behind him chasing after him.
At this moment, the thirty-year-old man in blue, wielding a sword like the wind, passed through the crowd and chased Yuwen Zhouyuan. Yuwen Zhouyuan saw that it was impossible to get rid of him, so he shouted and struck the man with a phoenix-winged gold-plated hammer.
go.
"Well done!" The man shouted, and the flying swords under his feet were like wild horses, rushing towards the gold-plated phoenix wings.
There was a loud "dang" sound, and Yuwen Zhouyuan's body hanging in the air couldn't help but pause.
"Good boy, you have some strength. No wonder you killed me, the elder of the Blood Soul Sect! But you are still dead!" The thirty-year-old man in blue couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Yuwen Zhouyuan take his sword, but he was stunned for a moment and then
But he yelled.
Yuwen Zhouyuan did not expect that the strength of the person he was chasing was as strong as the blood shadow that he had killed not long ago. Although he was not afraid, there were nearly a hundred people chasing him behind him. If he accidentally got entangled with this person
, the consequences will be disastrous!
Thinking of this, he said nothing and took out the flying sword that had just been sacrificed and was still filled with a strong bloody aura, and slashed at the thirty-year-old man.
When the man in his thirties saw the flying sword, he couldn't help but show a solemn look on his face. Although he didn't recognize the flying sword, the thick smell of blood on it made him jealous from the bottom of his heart.
The flying sword turned into a red light and flew towards the thirty-year-old man. The thirty-year-old man raised his hand and struck out a magic formula. His flying sword knocked back the gold-plated phoenix wings and then went towards Yuwen Zhouyuan's flying sword.
When Yuwen Zhouyuan saw the opponent's flying sword flying towards him, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and with a strike of magic in his hand, the flying sword suddenly changed its direction and flew to the side. At the same time, the phoenix's wings and gold-plated boring turned into a golden shadow like a mountain.
The thirty-year-old man smashed it away.
The thirty-year-old man in blue never expected that Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual thoughts and spiritual power were so powerful that he could control two magic weapons at the same time, and his techniques were so skillful. An unknown feeling arose in his heart.
But he had no time to think about anything else at this time. He instinctively retracted his flying sword to block the gold-plated phoenix wings.
This is what Yuwen Zhouyuan wanted. Just when the thirty-year-old man in blue was returning to guard against the attack of the Phoenix-winged Gold Boring Machine, Yuwen Zhouyuan opened his mouth and spat out a breath of spiritual energy towards the flying sword.
The color of the flying sword suddenly turned blood red, and then it flew towards the thirty-year-old man in blue at a speed that could not be tracked by the naked eye.
"Pfft!" came the sound, and the thirty-year-old man in blue looked with disbelief, and found that a hole was pierced through his chest by the flying sword, and then the flying sword suddenly came back, and the thirty-year-old man in blue suddenly
The man in clothes cut off his big head with a surprised look in his eyes.
A blue light flew out from the man's body, which was the man's soul. Yuwen Zhouyuan originally planned to kill it with one blow, but the pursuer had already arrived.
Unable to do so, Yuwen Zhouyuan jumped on the phoenix-winged gold-plated trowel and fled forward into the wasteland.
In a secret room of Xue Lian Hall, Master Xue Lian was sitting cross-legged on the cloud bed and meditating.