"Boom..." A series of explosions sounded, and eight blood clan monks vomited blood together, and they didn't know how much blood and flesh they had been blown off on their bodies.

"Kill them." Ye Feng looked at the eight blood clan monks who were lying on the ground and said lightly.

"Yes, Master" Although the twenty Ruyi Zhenxians have blood clans, zombie clans, and human clans, they all obey Ye Feng's arrangements at this moment.

These twenty Ruyi Zhenxians took action again, and the eight blood clan monks were beaten into scum without any resistance, and they had no chance to be resurrected.

"Master, that thing is the core of this castle. As long as the master refines it, this castle belongs to the master." The blood clan monk pointed to a high platform and said.

A small and exquisite castle above, emitting bronze light is quietly located there. Ye Feng can be sure that this castle is definitely an immortal weapon. The ancient atmosphere of time cannot be imitated by any magic weapon. Moreover, this castle has no flaws and is not a semi-immortal weapon at all. The incomplete immortal weapon can be compared with it.

"Master is the core of this immortal weapon castle. As long as it is refined, this immortal weapon will be under the control of the master," said the blood clan monk.

A real immortal weapon does not have the function of recognizing the master with blood, but needs to be refined. Only by completely sacrificing the immortal weapon can you completely control it.

Ye Feng shook his head, "It's not that simple. If this is really the core word of this immortal weapon castle, then there must be a spirit of immortal weapon. It's not that easy to refine it."

The power of an immortal weapon is not weak

"You go and try to refine this immortal weapon." Ye Feng pointed to a monk of Ruyi True Immortal level and said,

"Yes, Master" The Ruyi Zhenxian walked to the core of this immortal weapon without thinking, and then the soul left the body and used the power of the soul to wrap the core of this immortal weapon, trying to refine it

"Rumbling..."

Suddenly, a terrifying energy burst out from the core of the bronze light. The monk who was trying to refine this core screamed and his soul shattered and died immediately.

"Who wants to refine me again?" A powerful and powerful voice sounded from the core, and then a figure appeared in the air. The man was wearing wild animal leather armor and the crown of thousands of beasts, and his body exuded endless wildness. His extremely aggressive gaze swept across everyone. All the monks he saw had the feeling of being stared at by wild animals. His hair stood upright, as if he was about to be torn to pieces the next moment.

"The Spirit of Immortal Artifact?" Ye Feng frowned. This weapon spirit is completely different from the one on the Demon Suppression Monument, giving people a very dangerous feeling.

"Is it a human cultivator?" The spirit of the immortal weapon castle stared at Ye Feng and said

As the spirit of this castle, he naturally knew everything about the castle. He knew that all the monks staying in his body were blood clan monks, and there were many masters. He didn't expect that the person who tried to refine him in front of him would be the human monks.

"You want to refine me too? But your strength is too weak, get out of here." The phantom suddenly shouted at Ye Feng and others.

The sound is not loud, but it feels like it is finished when it falls into Ye Feng and others' ears. The thunder explodes, and the consciousness becomes blurred, and even the southeast, west and north can't tell the difference.

Although Ye Feng used the Nine-Turn Mysterious Art in an instant and sacrificed the soul cauldron to protect it, his eyes went dark. When he opened his eyes again, he found that the souls of several Ruyi Zhenxian around him had reached a point of almost breaking.

"The strength of this weapon spirit is probably at least as high as the Dragon and Tiger Golden Immortals." Ye Feng's eyes showed a hint of shock.

Ye Feng still knows a little about the immortal weapon. Immortal weapons are divided into three levels. One is an immortal weapon with no instrument spirit but only a lot of spirituality. This kind of immortal weapon is easier to refine, but it is indeed the lowest strength. The second type is that the instrument spirit has formed shortly after it has been formed. This type of immortal weapon has been refined, so the power it exerts is much stronger than that of the immortal weapon without instrument spirit. The third type is the one in front of you. After countless years of pregnancy, the instrument spirit can have independent consciousness and be able to practice. Generally speaking, the more powerful the instrument spirit, the greater the power of the immortal weapon.

However, the cultivation of immortal weapons is extremely slow, because the immortal weapons are not cultivators, and he cannot meditate and practice qi like cultivators. He can only increase his cultivation by constantly tempering his body.

The spirit in front of you can hurt so many Ruyi Zhenxian with a drink. It is self-evident that its strength is self-evident.

"You are just a second-disaster cultivator, who is fine?" The weapon spirit stared at Ye Feng as if he wanted to see something.

"You have magic weapons to defend against the attack of the soul, and the grade is not low, and at least it is an immortal weapon."

Ye Feng was slightly surprised. The eyes of this weapon spirit were too poisonous. He could see through him at a glance. However, Ye Feng did not speak but looked at him with a serious look. If it was necessary, Ye Feng would immediately start the Nine-Curve Yellow River Formation and put the weapon spirit in.

The spirit of the weapon seemed to have noticed Ye Feng's intention and just smiled indifferently: "No matter what method you have, since you want to refine me, I will give you a chance."

"Hmph, kill someone with a knife. Do you think you can deal with me like this?" Suddenly, a gloomy voice came from behind the spirit of the weapon.

The body of the weapon spirit turned, and another face appeared behind him. The man's face was pale and his fangs were stretched out. He was obviously a blood clan monk.

"You, a blood clan, have just refined half of my body. Do you think you can really control me completely?" The body of the weapon spirit in the void turned again and changed to the burly man wearing wild beast leather armor and burly figure.

"It's just a matter of time to refine you. Don't forget that you are just a spirit of weapon. As a spirit of weapon, you must have the awareness of being fucked." The face of the blood clan changed again.

"Haha, you don't have this opportunity. Don't forget that many human monks have begun to encircle you now. You must know that this castle cannot exert all its power without my consent. You blood monks are ready to fall here, haha," the big man said with a smile.

"Human Cultivator? This time I gathered foreign monks to fight out of the underworld. How can some human monks stop my blood clan from the advancement of the blood clan?" After the words fell, a blood-red flame suddenly surged out of the blood clan monk. This flame did not have any temperature, but only had endless coldness and death aura.

"Swish" the flames refined the strong man with wild beast leather armor. His body was bit by bit eroded by the blood clan monk. Once it completely eroded, he would lose his freedom and be completely controlled by the blood clan monk.

"I want to refine me, dream." The spirit of the instrument snorted, and the bronze light on his body was radiant. The cold red flame not only did not move forward after encountering the bronze light, but felt a faint feeling of retreating.

"Damn it" the blood clan spirit cursed inwardly. The blood flame on his body became enormous, and he had a sense of competing with the bronze light.

However, the powerful man's weapon spirit burst out with great strength. The two of them fought equally, no victory or defeat

Ye Feng looked around and couldn't help but think in his heart: "This blood clan strong man obviously wants to refine this immortal weapon, but the spirit of the immortal weapon is too powerful and resists the refinement. If you continue to fight like this, I don't know which day will be the end," he said.

"You monks must have seen it too. This blood clan monk wants to refine me. I don't care what methods you can use as long as you can kill this half of the weapon spirit. I will promise him to drive him for ten thousand years." The weapon spirit wearing wild beast leather armor stared at Ye Feng and others and said.

Although it took ten thousand years to drive it, he didn't care about so much at this time. As long as he could kill the other half of the weapon spirit refined by the blood clan monk, he could completely control the immortal weapon castle. By then, it would not be so easy for the blood clan monk to refine himself.

"Master, this blood clan cultivator may have at least the strength of the Dragon and Tiger Golden Immortals. If it weren't for being restrained by another weapon spirit, I would have taken action to kill us long ago." A Ruyi Zhenxian said to Ye Feng; "In the opinion of his subordinates, it would probably be impossible to refine the other half of the weapon spirit."

Ye Feng's mind turned, and he flipped his palm and a small bronze tripod appeared in his hand. The small tripod was engraved with ancient inscriptions, and the word "soul" flashed in the middle of the tripod.

"I have a cauldron that can cultivate souls, and I think I can also cultivate the spirit of the weapon. If the senior is willing to enter here, I may have a way to refine the spirit of the blood clan," said Ye Feng.

The spirit's eyes were slightly condensed, showing a hesitation. If it was an ordinary magic weapon, he would go in without thinking. However, this bronze tripod was different. This magic weapon had been experienced longer than himself. I am afraid that the owner would not dare to be careless about the ability that he could not imagine.

"Although this bronze tripod seems ordinary, it reveals strangeness from top to bottom. Moreover, the grade of this bronze tripod is at least an immortal weapon in my opinion, but I can't feel the spirit of the bronze tripod. Could it be that this magic weapon is just an incomplete magic weapon?" The spirit thought to himself.

After thinking for a while, the strong man's body suddenly moved and flew into the soul cauldron.

"If you want to refine me, you must have this strength." The blood clan weapon spirit will not follow him. After all, he has half the control of this body. As a pair of illusory flesh wings spread, the weapon spirit was pulled back by him.

"Looking for Death" The man's huge fist suddenly smashed towards the blood clan spirit with a huge fist.

The fist was covered with bronze light, and the space where it was hit turned into nothingness, leaving behind dark holes that had not recovered for a long time

"What precise control is that it does not cause any fluctuations in the surrounding space while shattering the space." Ye Feng couldn't help but exclaimed. The strength of this weapon spirit is indeed very strong. If it were not restricted, Ye Feng believed that even if the Dragon and Tiger Golden Immortal came, he would have to die at his hands.

Don't forget, the spirit of the immortal weapon has the right to manipulate the immortal weapon

That is, a spirit of the weapon, which is equivalent to a monk holding an immortal weapon, and he is the kind of strong
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