Du Fang stood next to Xiao Jian, not impatient, waiting for Xiao Jian to cool down.
After half an hour, the little sword gradually cooled down and revealed its original color.
Du Fang lowered his head and saw a small black sword in the stone pit.
He laughed happily, bent down, picked up the small sword, and held it in his hand.
This small sword is completely black and has the same shape as the Qinghong Sword, but it looks very strange.
Du Fang looked at the small black sword in his hand and said with a hint of disappointment: "The best magic weapon? How come it is only of this grade? It was forged in the earth fire with greatly increased power, but it failed to become a spiritual weapon."
With a flash of blue light, the little dragon wormed its way from the Qiankun Stone to Du Fang's shoulder, and leaned down to look at the small black sword in Du Fang's hand.
After a while, Xiaojiao gathered his head and said to Du Fang: "Boy, don't be greedy. This little sword must be much more powerful than ordinary top-quality magic weapons. Why don't you erase the mind on the Qinghong Sword and use this little sword?"
Replace the Qinghong Sword as the natal magic weapon, and then use this sword to try to compare with the Qinghong Sword."
"Use this sword to fight the Qinghong Sword?" Du Fang was stunned. This Qinghong Sword was given to him by his mother-in-law when he just broke through the Concentration Realm, and it has been with him for so many years and has gone through so many things.
Duolu, I cherish it very much in my heart.
After thinking for a moment, Du Fang shook his head and said: "No, even if this sword is powerful, I still want to keep the Qinghong Sword. It was given to me by my mother-in-law."
Speaking of this, Du Fang thought of everything about Ye Yanggu again.
Mother-in-law, Uncle Xiuyun and his master Mr. Gu Lin, as well as the bare main peak and the three partial peaks full of flowers and plants.
Thinking of this, Du Fang couldn't help but look sad.
Xiaojiao saw Du Fang's look and could feel his pain, so he stopped forcing it and said: "Then you can make this sword your own natal magic weapon first. Everyone's natal magic weapon can only be
For one thing, you can erase the natal soul on the Qinghong Sword and keep it as a treasure."
Upon hearing this, Du Fang nodded slowly, then shot a green light in his hand, and the Qinghong Sword appeared in his hand.
Following the arm holding the Qinghong Sword, a spiritual energy of heaven and earth with spiritual thoughts poured into the Qinghong Sword from Du Fang's body.
After a while, Du Fang felt that he had lost contact with Qinghong Sword.
After erasing his natal mind, Du Fang put the Qinghong Sword into the Qiankun Stone again, and then looked at the small black sword in his other hand.
Du Fang threw the sword into the air, and the small sword floated in the air and lay horizontally in front of Du Fang.
Then Du Fang clenched his teeth, bit the tip of his tongue, spit out a small mouthful of blood essence, and then extracted a stream of heaven and earth spiritual energy from the divine spring, mixed with spiritual thoughts and entered the blood essence in front of him.
This small mouthful of essence and blood, infused with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and spiritual thoughts, immediately sent out a wave of mana, as if it was alive.
Du Fang looked at the blood essence in front of him, then pushed forward with his right hand and melted it into the small black sword.
The essence and blood seeped into the body of the sword as soon as it came into contact, and then the small sword "buzzed" in the air. At the same time, the appearance of the small sword also appeared in Du Fang's sea of consciousness.
Du Fang raised the corner of his mouth and held the small black sword in his right hand.
"Since the Demonic Treasure Tree has the miraculous effect of extracting mana from the body, let me call you the Soul-Slaying Sword." Du Fang stared at the small sword in his hand and muttered to himself.
The little dragon lay on Du Fang's shoulder, looked at Du Fang and said, "Spirit-killing sword? Haha, it smells like magic. Do you want to kill all the creatures in the world?"
Du Fang chuckled: "There is no distinction between good and evil in the world, only good and evil."
"Hey, kid, it seems you have learned a lot during this time." Xiaojiao responded jokingly.
Du Fang looked at the Spirit-Zlaying Sword in his hand, and with a thought, the Spirit-Zlaying Sword became the size of a normal sword.
Then Du Fang held the Soul-Decapitating Sword, raised his head, and wanted to swing the Soul-Decapitating Sword to test the power of this sword.
When Xiao Jiao saw Du Fang's appearance, he was horrified and shouted: "You bastard, do you want to die? This is still in the cracks of the stone mountain, and it is so close to the fire. If you act recklessly here, what if the stone mountain collapses?"
How is it?"
When Du Fang heard Xiaojiao's words, he realized that just now he was only excited, but he forgot that he was still in the gap of the stone mountain.
"Okay, let's go out first." Du Fang responded, and then walked out of the gap above.
The fire was deep underground, and it was just as difficult for Du Fang to go up as it was when he came down. After more than an hour, Du Fang saw the rough sea surface again.
It was raining lightly at this time, and the raindrops made thousands of circular ripples on the sea surface. The sky was also dark and dark, and the whole world was shrouded in a depressing atmosphere.
Du Fang walked on the edge of the stone mountain, looked at the undulating sea under the cliff, and slowly raised the Spirit-Zlaying Sword.
"The green spirit sword shines, moving mountains and seas!" Du Fang shouted, mobilized all the spiritual energy and mana of heaven and earth, and struck forward with the spirit-cutting sword.
With a "swish" sound, a large stream of turquoise Qingling Sword Light surged out from the Spirit-Zlaying Sword and struck towards the sea. The speed was as fast as lightning, frightening both Du Fang and the little dragon on his shoulder.
One jump.
The sword light struck into the sea horizontally, and immediately set off a wave rising into the sky. It was more like a sea wall than a wave, soaring into the sky.
This sea wall rose up to at least a hundred feet, and was then snapped down hard. This power was like a tsunami, as if Du Fang had once again returned to the underwater tide he encountered when he first entered the Xingluo Sea.
When Du Fang and Xiaojiao saw the power of the Soul-Slaying Sword, their eyes widened in disbelief at the scene in front of them.
Du Fang frowned and looked at the Soul-Decapitating Sword in his hand in disbelief. His hands were trembling and he stammered: "I didn't expect this sword... to be so terrifying."
Xiao Jiao opened his mouth wide and looked at Du Fang with a smile: "Boy, with this spirit-slaying sword, it will be easy for you to kill a monk in the middle stage of the Nascent Realm like Pingmo.
Du Fang looked at the sea and laughed proudly.
But at this moment, Du Fang felt a heart-piercing pain that he couldn't resist. The Soul-Decapitating Sword in his hand fell off and he fell to the ground and began to roll.
Xiao Jiao lay aside and looked at Du Fang in surprise, confused by Du Fang's sudden change.
"Boy, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" Xiao Jiao stared at Du Fang with two black eyes and asked in surprise.
However, the severe pain left Du Fang unable to respond and could only roll around on the ground.
After a while, the pain seemed to disappear, and Du Fang lay on his back sweating profusely.
Seeing Du Fang calm down, the little dragon hurriedly flew to him, landed on his chest, and asked repeatedly: "What's wrong with you?"
Du Fang glanced at Xiaojiao and said weakly: "Look."
Then he slowly opened his robe and exposed his shoulders.
Xiaojiao looked around and saw that the clavicle of Du Fang's left shoulder was completely black, and it was slowly spreading along the bone towards his chest.
The little dragon shouted out loud: "Bai Shuirong's evil poison!"
Du Fang pressed his lower lip with his teeth and said hesitantly: "Bai Shuirong died in the fire, and the seal she placed to suppress the evil poison has been lifted. I'm afraid the evil poison will spread to my whole body. Then it will really happen."
As she said, all the bones in the body will turn into black water and die."
At this time, the little dragon was like an ant on a hot pot, crawling back and forth on the ground beside Du Fang, and cursed angrily: "It's a pity that the three-transformation poison pill was taken by Bai Shuirong, otherwise this pill could just save you."
Fate, oh my, oh my, I have just mastered the Soul-Slaying Sword, how come..."
After saying this, Xiaojiao became even more angry and closed his mouth and stopped saying anything.
Du Fang closed his eyes helplessly. The poison of the sightseeing-level sea monster needs at least a strong sightseeing-level person to remove it. However, the sightseeing-level monks above the sea are all in the inner sea and the spiritual sea. In this star, there are still
How can you find it? Furthermore, even if you find it, it is still unclear whether the other party will come to rescue you.
Xiaojiao naturally understood this and frowned, his two long beards falling down, looking frustrated.
Du Fang looked at the anxious little Jiao, smiled lightly, and said, "It's okay, it's just a matter of death."
Xiao Jiao looked at Du Fang and cursed: "Bah, stop thinking nonsense, you still have to take care of me."
Du Fang looked at the dark sky. At this time, his hair and clothes were wet from the rain, and streaks of raindrops hung on his face, falling down like tears from his face.
But there was still a smile on Du Fang's lips. He did not see through life and death, he just laughed at why his fate was so bumpy. The ups and downs came too quickly. He had just obtained the Soul-Severing Sword, and he was already dead.
The little dragon looked at Du Fang lying on the ground, and angrily slapped the ground with his two small blue front paws, yelling: "Bai Shuirong, this stinky clam, even if you are dead, you will cause trouble, you deserve to be burned to death"
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On the edge of the stone cliff, in the light rain, the man and the dragon stayed like this, and the constant sound of waves from the sea seemed to feel sorry for Du Fang.
Du Fang looked at Xiaojiao and said comfortingly: "Xiaojiao, it's okay. After I die, you can take away all my things and then find a place to hide and practice. Wait until you are strong enough to protect yourself before you come out.
It's a pity that you are in the body of a dragon and can't practice the Qingtian Qi Creation Technique. It's such a pity."
The little dragon jumped on Du Fang, his black eyes kept looking down with tears, but he still yelled: "Smelly boy, don't let me go, I won't let you die."
Du Fang smiled and shook his head and said: "You only have the cultivation level of the Concentration Realm now. You can't cure such a poison. Don't bother. Take my Universe Stone. Let's go now and find someone."
Hide somewhere and don’t be discovered by the people of Hanhaizong.”
The little dragon kept patting Du Fang with its front paws and screamed: "I won't leave, I won't leave, why are you hopeless? Although the third transformation poison pill is rare, Xingluo Hai will not be like that."
Just one."
"Huh? Another three-transformation poison elixir?" Xiaojiao said here, as if he thought of something, he was stunned by Du Fang.
Du Fang saw Xiaojiao's appearance and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
After a while, Xiaojiao suddenly said excitedly: "Boy, can't we just go find some elixirs that can detoxify?"
Du Fang frowned: "The three-transformation poison pill is still very rare in Xingluo Sea. How can I find it? Is it possible to go to the inner sea?"
Xiaojiao shook his head, with excitement in his eyes, and responded: "There must be a lot of treasures in the Haitian Treasure Pavilion on the islands where Hanhai Sect holds treasure exchange meetings. It is not difficult to find some antidote.
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"Are you crazy? Danxin Island has just held a treasure exchange meeting. There will be no trading opportunities in a large area of the nearby sea for the time being. Is it possible to steal things from the Haitian Treasure Pavilion?" Du Fang said in confusion.
Xiaojiao smiled evilly, stared at Du Fang and said: "Isn't that bastard Lou Jiang the owner of the island? No one knows the news that he is dead. Your current cultivation level in the Huaquan realm will cooperate with God.
The great method of transforming the dragon into another form can only be seen through by monks who have attained the Great Perfection in the Nascent Xuan Realm."
Du Fang raised his head in surprise and said to himself: "Compound Interest Island, Master Lou Jiang Pavilion?"