Injecting life force into Tang Chen's body for seven consecutive days, coupled with the use of Nirvana Bloodline Fire, it was still a big burden for Ma Hongjun, even if there were vegetation within a hundred miles to provide life energy for consumption.
In the quiet room, the Shura Demonic Sword, which was as red as blood, saw that Ma Hongjun was about to abandon it and leave. Without thinking, it turned into a dazzling bloody light and pierced Ma Hongjun's back instantly.
"Let me go, are you a dog? You want to grab my butt and poke me?"
Ma Hongjun looked like a ghost, dodging as fast as lightning. He grabbed the Shura Demon Sword that was coming at him, and suddenly a sense of enlightenment came to his heart.
"I see!"
With a divine weapon in front of him, it was impossible for Ma Hongjun not to be greedy, but Tang Chen had already made it very clear that this Shura Demonic Sword was used by God Shura to choose his next successor, so he didn't care about him.
Neither Tang Chen nor Tang Chen is qualified to decide the ownership of this divine sword.
However, now it was this Shura Demonic Sword that relied on Ma Hongjun and insisted on following him.
The reason is that Ma Hongjun possesses the pure realm of God of Death, which is the fundamental reason why Shura Demon Sword takes a fancy to him.
Ma Hongjun looked overjoyed and couldn't put it down, gently stroking the bloody giant sword in his hand, and murmured: "But you are a bit too big. If it were smaller and turned into a long sword of about three feet, I would let you go temporarily.
Stay with me until I find a suitable master for you."
The Shura Demonic Sword buzzed and trembled, breaking away from Ma Hongjun's right hand. The blood-colored light all over the body surged. Until a moment later, as the dazzling blood-light converged, a slender, straight and broad sword with a length of about three feet and three inches appeared.
A six-sided long sword with dark golden magic patterns and blood red body appeared in front of Ma Hongjun's eyes.
The sword grid is like a pair of blood-red bat wings, facing the guard of the sword hilt, and there is a pair of secondary grids like horns. In the middle of the sword grid, there is a pair of closed Shura blood pupils, respectively in the front of the Shura Demon Sword.
Opposite sides.
"Well, it's indeed an artifact!"
Ma Hongjun nodded, took the Shura Sword which made him feel extremely comfortable and satisfied, and walked out of the house.
"Bing'er, how are you? Are you injured?" Ma Hongjun said, holding the Shura Sword and looking at his queen carefully from side to side.
Shui Bing'er shook her head and said: "I'm fine, how about Haotian Crown?"
Ma Hongjun shook his head and said: "Senior Yuji, what about you? Are you injured?"
Yuji also shook her head, indicating that she was fine. The three of them returned indoors. Ma Hongjun put down the Shura Sword and woke up the unconscious Tang Chen.
"Brother, how do you feel?"
Tang Chen moved his whole body slightly, stood up and said, "I'm fine, but I only have less than a year left to live. I don't know if this exercise is worth it?"
Tang Chen said as he reached out to hold the Shura Demon Sword that Ma Hongjun placed on the table, but it bounced away instantly.
"Less than a year? How could this happen?"
As he spoke, Ma Hongjun patted the Shura Sword and scolded: "Do you still have humanity in you? You are the one who spent a lifetime of effort and life to forge it, and now you turn your back on me? What the hell?"
However, the Shura Demonic Sword remained unmoved and lay quietly next to Ma Hongjun, like a blood-colored long sword without any soul.
"I'm giving you shame, right? I don't want a white-eyed wolf around me. Even if you are the Shura Divine Sword, you were forged by someone who spent a lifetime of skill and life."
"If you have this attitude, I would rather throw you into the toilet than have you stay with me for a while."
As he spoke, Ma Hongjun grabbed the Shura Demonic Sword, stood up and said, "Brother, where is the toilet in your Tang Mansion?"
Tang Chen smiled bitterly, "How about I try again?"
Ma Hongjun frowned and put down the Demonic Shura Sword. However, this time, although the Demonic Shura Sword did not repel Tang Chen, no matter how hard he tried, he could not move it at all.
Tang Chen sighed dejectedly and said with a wry smile: "It seems that it is not its problem, but that I am no longer qualified to pick it up now."
"Brother, can you afford it? Can you tell me how much it weighs?"
"Let me try."
"Be good, don't hold back your weight, let me feel it."
In an instant, as soon as Ma Hongjun finished speaking, there was a muffled bang, and the wooden table in front of them cracked instantly, and the Shura Demonic Sword sank from the collapsed wooden table into the ground of the quiet room.
Ma Hongjun rolled up his sleeves and reached out to hold it. As the muscles on his strong and powerful arms bulged and tightened at a speed visible to the naked eye, the Shura Demonic Sword sunk deeply into the ground did not seem to cost him much effort.
Then Ma Hongjun picked him up again.
Ma Hongjun weighed the Shura Demonic Sword, which had a restrained light, and then moved it to his left hand. He weighed it again and said, "If my feeling is correct, the weight of this sword should be around 129,600 kilograms.
but it."
"Isn't it as heavy as my Clear Sky Hammer?" Tang Chen said.
Shui Bing'er said: "But what happened to it?"
Ma Hongjun said: "You must know that the sword itself does not use force to suppress people's weight, so this weight is actually very good."
"But it is a divine weapon, and the one hundred and ninety-six hundred kilograms is only secondary. The most important thing is that this weight will not disappear as the Shura Sword becomes larger or smaller. I call this characteristic conceptual weight."
"Conceptual weight?"
"What's the meaning?"
“What is conceptual weight?”
Two people and one beast said.
Ma Hongjun didn't answer and asked instead: "Brother, how much does your Clear Sky Hammer weigh?"
Tang Chen said: "Without using the Big Sumeru Hammer, its weight is about one hundred and eight thousand kilograms."
"Then the question is, will the 108,000-kilogram Clear Sky Hammer turn into a bubble as it becomes a hundred times bigger?" Ma Hongjun said.
"How can this be?"
Tang Chen frowned and said: "I seem to understand what you mean. Just like my Haotian Hammer, before I dispersed my power, it weighed about one hundred and eight thousand kilograms, and no matter how big it became, its overall
The weight is still one hundred and eighty thousand jins."
"At the same time, the weight of each part is also one hundred and eighty thousand kilograms. This should be the conceptual weight you are talking about, right?"
Ma Hongjun nodded and said, "Brother, why do you only have less than a year left?"
"Do you know how old I am? Dear brother."
Without waiting for Ma Hongjun to answer, Tang Chen continued: "Today, my age is over one hundred and forty-nine years old."
"This age is indeed nothing to a titled Douluo, especially me before, but now I am just an ordinary person without a martial soul or a trace of soul power."
"It stands to reason that this age has far exceeded the life span of ordinary people. I should have died suddenly on the spot after I finished my exercise."