Blood dripped on the body of the bronze sword for seven or eight drops. Only then did Ye Xiaochuan look at the bronze sword expectantly with his fingers in his mouth.
He was disappointed that the blood did not seep into the sword. Ye Xiaochuan was extremely depressed. He thought he had picked up another artifact-level blood refining magic weapon, but it turned out that this fairy sword did not eat his own blood at all.
Just when he was disappointed and depressed, Ye Xiaochuan suddenly realized that something was wrong. He saw that his blood dripping on the bronze sword seemed to be alive, flowing along the lines carved by the ghostly inscriptions on the sword, as if the river water had entered the river.
Wherever the blood passed, the lines gradually changed from red-yellow to purple, and seemed to be glowing with purple light.
Ye Xiaochuan immediately became energetic again, and even Wang Cainai rushed over, very interested in what happened on the bronze sword.
The blood quickly covered all the lines on one side of the sword, and the purple light became brighter and brighter. When this side of the sword was completely soaked in blood, the remaining blood automatically rolled down to the other side of the sword.
On the other hand, the blood continued to flow along the lines of Gui Yunwen. Even if Ye Xiaochuan turned the sword upside down, the blood would not drip and actually flowed upwards along the lines.
It's a pity that there is not enough blood. The other side of the sword only has one-third of the blood flowing on it, which is not enough.
Ye Xiaochuan felt that the bronze sword still needed blood. He cursed a few times and dripped a few drops on the sword in distress. He thought to himself that I had lost so much blood tonight, and I don't know how many supplements it would take to make up for it.
After regaining Ye Xiaochuan's blood, the blood continued to flow along the lines. Soon all the lines on the two-sided sword were flowed through, and finally began to spread to the hilt.
When the hilt of the sword was stained with Ye Xiaochuan's blood, the originally bright yellow bronze sword completely turned into a purple divine sword. The rays of light transpired, and the aura was radiating. Even with the appearance of the rays of light, Si Guo Cliff
A strong wind suddenly blew around, and the sound of the wind echoed in the valley, just like the sound of the sword when it awakened after being sealed for thousands of years.
Just when Ye Xiaochuan was surprised, the bronze sword in his hand suddenly trembled. He was startled and quickly threw away the bronze sword. However, after the bronze sword landed on the ground, it immediately bounced up and pierced into the sky with a whooshing sound.
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Ye Xiaochuan was ecstatic, and now he was really sure that he had really picked up the treasure!
However, before he could celebrate with his butt-twisting dance, the bronze sword that was flying in the air, emitting purple light, turned around and stabbed straight at Ye Xiaochuan with the force of thunder.
Ye Xiaochuan was so frightened that his hair stood up immediately. He raised the Wufeng in his hand and blocked it hard, deflecting the speeding bronze sword.
At this moment, his hands were numb from the shock. The bronze sword seemed to be a magic sword. The sword just now was really going to kill him!
He was horrified and didn't know which procedure was wrong, but the bronze sword gave him no room to think about it. It spun around in the air and flew towards Ye Xiaochuan again.
Ye Xiaochuan turned around and ran away. He had already felt that the opponent's spiritual power was too strong with that sword strike just now, and his current cultivation level could not withstand that magic sword at all!
But he forgot that he was at Siguo Cliff at the moment. When he turned around to escape, he found that there was a stone wall behind him.
He shouted that something was wrong, turned around again, and a beam of purple light shot down from the sky rapidly, less than three feet away from his chest. The powerful spiritual power almost made his blood freeze.
He raised Wu Feng and wanted to knock the bronze demon sword away, but he was still a step too slow. Not only was the bronze demon sword incredibly fast, but its spiritual power was also unstoppable.
Ye Xiaochuan only felt a purple light shoot directly into his chest, and he screamed: "My life is at stake!"
He still doesn't understand how this bronze sword, after being contaminated with his own blood, seems to have triggered the demonic power of the fairy sword itself, trying to kill him.
Everything happened so suddenly that he didn't even have a chance to escape. The small Siguo Cliff was the place where he rose to great heights, and it seemed that it was also the place where he was destined to fall.
The purple sword light penetrated Ye Xiaochuan's chest. At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan's chest seemed to release a strange purple light.
Ye Xiaochuan's last memory in this life was the moment when the purple rays of light shot out from his chest, and then he felt cold all over his body, as if he had returned to Xuan Ying's cave, lying shirtless on the ice jade bed.
superior.
Wangcai was shocked and screamed. His wings flapped back and forth on Ye Xiaochuan's cheek, but there was no reaction at all, as if he was really dead.
Late at night, Yun Qiyou walked out of the room in despair. She could not accept that her Chenchen-Zhanping Divine Sword was a magic sword that contained supreme evil energy.
She was going to the ancestral temple to find the old man.
In the Zhanchen Divine Sword, the seal that restrained the evil spirit and magic seemed to be getting weaker and weaker. She didn't know when the evil spirit would break through the seal, and she didn't dare to think about what terrible things would happen then.
Since the old man knew Zhan Chen's secret, he might also know how to seal the sword again.
White snow covered the Cangyun Mountains, and the Cangyun Mountains for hundreds of miles turned into white.
It was already late at night when Yun Qiyou, dressed as white as snow, appeared in front of the ancestor's ancestral hall. The weather tonight was very good, there was no heavy fog, and the bright moonlight shone on the white snow, reflecting the silver-white moonlight, as if
The whole world is much brighter than usual.
Yun Qiyou held Zhan Chen tightly, took a deep breath of cold air, and as if she had made a lot of determination, she walked to the door of the ancestor's ancestral hall and pushed open the tall wooden door.
I haven't seen him for more than ten days, and the rickety old man is still as old as before. He is holding a small knife in his withered hand and is carving a spiritual tablet. I don't know if it is the same one from last time.
The old man didn't seem surprised at all by Yun Qiyou's arrival. He didn't even raise his head. He narrowed his sleepy eyes and scraped off the sawdust on the black spiritual tablet bit by bit with a knife.
Very slow, but seems to have a rhythm.
Yun Qiyou glanced at him but said nothing. He walked to the sacred case and respectfully offered three sticks of incense to the ancestors of all generations before turning around to face the old man sitting on the futon.
The old man said hoarsely: "Your heart is more messy tonight than the last time you came here. Have you discovered the secret in Zhanchen?"
Yun Qiyou said: "Senior, who are you? Why do you know Zhan Chen's secret?"
The old man said: "I am just an old servant who cleans the ancestral hall. I have lived a long time, so I know some things that young people don't know. Now believe me, do you feel the magic power of the Seven-Star Black Crystal?"
Yun Qiyou was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "Yes, that's why I came here tonight to ask senior for advice on how to seal this magic power again. Senior should have a way."