Being killed by their own weapons, many foreign spirit tribesmen looked crazy and burst into tears.
We don't want to give you these weapons. You are not "giving up", you are robbing them, okay?
A fair duel means that everyone fights with their true energy... What are you fighting for?
Fair enough, your sister!
It's better to bring out the pet animals and bite us to death, so we won't suffer this kind of injustice.
"You...you are looking for death!"
Seeing that under Zhang Xuan's control, the Foreign Spirit clansmen fell one by one. In the blink of an eye, not even half of the more than thirty clansmen were left. The ancient sage named Yulaogui was completely furious.
The original purpose of the challenge was to get a quota to enter the Dacheng Hall. Now that everyone is dead, I still need a quota... is it useless?
Boom!
A huge palm suddenly appeared, and the space in front of the Dacheng Hall was instantly imprisoned. A force that crushed the world seemed to want to beat Zhang Xuan into a meat pie.
"So strong!"
The true energy in Zhang Xuan's body was circulating rapidly, and he wanted to escape, but found that his whole body was imprisoned and he could not move.
The Ancient Sage is the strongest in the world. With one attack, no matter how powerful the space is, it will be destroyed. There is no way he can compete with his strength.
Hooray!
Just when he couldn't hold on anymore and was about to be crushed, and his body would explode at any time, a sword light suddenly appeared.
As if he had calculated the timing correctly, and seemed to have found the exact location of Yulaogui, the sword light did not fight against the palm in the air, nor did it help Zhang Xuan relieve the pressure, but fell straight towards a point in the void.
"Puch!"
The sound of sword energy entering flesh was heard, and immediately, blood was spilled in the void.
"you……"
Yulaogui's harsh voice sounded, and the palm prints in the sky shook and disappeared.
Whoosh!
There was a ripple in the space, and the Yulaogui hiding in the void, knowing that if he continued to stay, he might be doomed, he disappeared in the blink of an eye and disappeared without a trace.
"Haha, so refreshing!"
The hearty laughter of the ancestor of the Zhang family came.
It is already very difficult to kill someone who has cultivated to the level of an ancient saint. The two have been fighting for who knows how many years, and they have always been indistinguishable. Now, if he is stabbed directly, although it is not fatal, it is probably enough for him. After a period of cultivation, he will no longer be able to cause trouble.
.
He was able to do this all because, as a junior, he attracted the other party's attention.
Looking up at the field, he saw the more than thirty foreign spirit tribesmen that everyone was afraid of before. Now they were all lying on the ground and turned into corpses. No one was left.
A large number of weapons all fell into Zhang Xuan's hands, and he jumped with joy, as if competing for favor.
"You have such ability and wisdom at such a young age, it's not bad..."
With a cry of praise, a force slowly gathered in the void just now. A few drops of blood scattered on the ground were swept away by the force, gathered together, and put into a jade bottle.
"You have killed so many people from the Foreign Spirit tribe, and you have given me the opportunity to seriously injure Yulaogui, which is a great achievement! As a senior, I cannot turn a blind eye... Take these five drops of the ancient saint's blood!"
"Thank you, senior!"
After receiving the flying jade bottle, Zhang Xuan looked respectful.
Although I don’t know what the use of the ancient saint’s blood is, it must be worth a lot if it can make so many foreign spirit tribesmen so excited that they even lose their lives.
"The blood of the Ancient Saint of the Foreign Spirit Tribe contains a strong killing aura, which is of little use to your cultivation... Besides, this is just your trophy, not my reward. As a senior, there is no way to
Maybe it's too shabby! There are also five drops of blood in this jade bottle, which is my blood. I give it to you now. Use it well and strive to reach a higher realm as soon as possible and lead the Zhang family to go further!"
Hooray!
After the words ended, a jade bottle appeared in front of him again. Before he came to it, Zhang Xuan felt that his blood was boiling, as if it was about to burn.
Although the Zhang family bloodline in his body has been stripped away, the jade bottle contains the blood of the ancient saints of the human race, which is definitely more useful to him than the ancient saints of the foreign spirit race.
"Xuan'er, why don't you quickly thank your ancestor!"
Xing Jian Sheng hurriedly transmitted the message excitedly.
"Thank you, ancestor..."
Zhang Xuan bowed.
"You're welcome! You deserve it!"
After speaking, the voice disappeared, and then the aura of the ancient saint disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
Knowing that this ancestor must have been hiding again, Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.
When the Confucius Temple was opened, more than one ancient saint came. For them, they also had their own opportunities, so naturally the more hidden the better.
Otherwise, if they are discovered and jointly attacked, they will die without knowing how.
"What is the use of the ancient saint's blood?"
Full of doubts, he looked at his father, Xing Sword Master, and Zhang Xuan sent a message.
"Every drop of the ancient sage's blood contains huge energy, and it contains the ancient sage's understanding of cultivation. It can be refined. One drop is enough for people to make rapid progress! Raise your cultivation to an unimaginable realm!"
Eyes shining, Xing Jian Sheng explained.
"Refining?"
"Yes, if an ordinary cultivator can have the opportunity to come into contact with the blood of the ancient saints, and can refine it without exploding his body and die... he can be directly promoted from the warrior realm to the level of the great saint!"
Promote the Holy Way of Sword.
"This..." Zhang Xuan's pupils shrank.
He advanced from a warrior to a great sage, spending countless efforts, efforts, and countless resources... A drop of blood can do this...
How terrible!
Of course, I also know that what the other party said is just a metaphor. Ordinary people, let alone being unable to withstand the power of the blood of the ancient saints, even if they can withstand such a breakthrough, their true energy will be weak and their combat effectiveness will not be too strong.
"However, simply strength and understanding of cultivation are not enough to make countless people desire... The most important thing is... this drop of blood contains the power of rebirth from the blood of the ancient saint. If you encounter danger in the future, as long as you are not on the spot
The soul is scattered, and with one drop, it can be completely restored. Even if the head falls off, it can be reattached without dying..."
Promote the Holy Way of Sword.
"this……"
Zhang Xuan's body stiffened.
The shock in my heart is beyond words.
Although his current strength is very strong, once his head is cut off, there is only one way to die...
And with this blood, one drop is equal to one life...
No wonder it can make countless Foreign Spirit tribesmen excited. It is not only precious, it is simply a priceless treasure!
"Father, mother, I can't use even five drops. One drop for each of you..."
After the shock, Zhang Xuan uncorked the bottle and flicked it with his finger.
Two drops of blood, exuding strong power, flew towards the two people in front of them.
Five drops of blood is really too much for him to use up. In this case, he might as well give it to his parents so that they can protect themselves.
The Confucius Temple has unpredictable dangers. With this thing, I can feel at ease.
"this……"
Unexpectedly, the son gave it to them without any hesitation for such a precious thing. The Meng Sword Master looked at each other and clenched his fists at the same time.
If you have a son like this, what more could you ask for?