Chapter 279 Sword Lady Sword Lolita, Sword Spirit Army
Author: Ruixuefengnian
Chapter 279 Sword Lady Sword Lolita, Sword Spirit Army
"It's a shame, it's a shame!"
After throwing the evil tiger's head into the blood pool, Feng Qing'an saw the phantom of a blood sword. Otherwise, he also threw the mountain-like body of the tiger king into the blood pool.
The seemingly small blood pool swallowed up King Tiger's body at the moment of contact. The flesh, flesh, fascia, and bones were all separated. The essence and spirit contained in it were all decomposed by that blood pool.
Then all the energy was poured into the phantom of the blood sword.
Obtaining the remains of a god, the originally illusory sword body became solid at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning from imaginary to real. As the blood sword changed, the sound of the Demon-Conquering Hall was echoed.
In the middle, there are less than a hundred demons wailing pitifully.
The formation pattern that Feng Qing'an had just painted amidst the mocking sounds of the demons had now turned into life-threatening shackles. The light red aura lit up in the dark hall and gradually became brighter.
As a price for the spiritual light gradually becoming dazzling, the demons howled in pain, and their bodies gradually withered away. The essence in their bodies was being extracted, and even their souls were torn apart.
And everything that was forcibly extracted turned into the nutrients in the blood pool for the demon-suppressing sword to take shape. Feng Qing'an stared closely at the sword that was gradually taking shape, ignoring the miserable wailing and begging for mercy of the demons, and ignored them.
At the cost of a mountain god's corpse, less than a hundred demons were completely turned into useless mummies, and a crystal jade sword shining with blood-colored aura was formed in the blood pool.
In the Demon-Conquering Hall, which had become extremely quiet, Feng Qingan frowned as he looked at the sword in the blood pool. After a while, his brows gradually relaxed.
He didn't even stretch his legs to pull out the sword from the pool of blood, because he didn't have to ask for it. Just one look, and Feng Qing'an knew that the sword was not what he wanted.
Well, that doesn't mean there's anything wrong with that sword, but Feng Qingan Ruming's horizons have been raised too much. The first sword he got was the God-Slaying Dragon-Slaying given to him by his elder brother.
sword.
When the sword was forged, it was just an ordinary iron sword, but the people who used it were so extraordinary that the sword was stained with the blood of too many gods, and even a statue that was about to be used.
The blood of the dragon god that transforms into a true dragon.
Needless to say, the power of such a sword is natural. Just pull it out of the scabbard. The righteous gods of mountains and rivers who do evil are like chickens and dogs. When the light of the sword falls, they will inevitably perish.
Bu Nao, Feng Qing'an cannot use that sword as he pleases, but even if it can be used as a substitute, there is a Xunfeng sword, a magic weapon forged by the Dragon King, whose power is equally outstanding.
Feng Qing'an, who had used those two swords, naturally couldn't see the demon-suppressing sword in the blood pool. With just one glance, Feng Qing'an knew that there was no need to pull out the sword. He didn't need to try the sword to know that
The power of that sword must not be in line with his wishes.
Even so, Feng Qingan is still full of expectations, because that is the first sword. According to the arrangement taught to him by Donghuang, he will have a set of thirty-six Tiangang swords and seventy-two Earthly Demons.
A sword formation composed of swords.
Now is the beginning, and the power of the sword is not weak now. Just put this sword in the blood pool, keep pouring the remains of the demon, and nourish it with the flesh, flesh, essence, and even soul of the demon.
The power of a sword is theoretically unlimited.
A sword with growth attributes, although it seemed a bit unworkable when it was first born, it has a promising future.
"Go kill a few more gods, throw them into the blood pool, and see what happens."
Although he knew that the sword had growth potential, Feng Qingan wanted to see how much growth this sword could achieve.
Just when Bu Nao turned around and wanted to leave, his steps suddenly stopped, because he suddenly remembered that among the methods of raising and practicing swords taught to him by Donghuang, one of them was the method of using blood to impregnate the sword.
It sounds like a method that is similar to the evil way, but in fact, it is not the method of cultivating swords in Xuanmen sword cultivation.
The sword owner needs to use his own essence and blood to nourish the sword, and then communicate with it with his soul. This can not only enhance the spirituality of the sword, but also enhance the control of the sword, reaching the point where he can command it with his arm and move it with his thoughts.
"The sword is impregnated with blood!"
Feng Qing'an turned around, stared at the sword in the blood pool, and began to think.
If the sword-raising technique was performed by him, it would naturally not require any blood essence. A drop of blood would be enough to turn decay into a magical effect.
Feng Qing'an has already verified this point. When Donghuang gave him the Minglong Armor, it was because of a drop of his blood that the Minglong Armor gave birth to spiritual intelligence, and that was how Ming and even the Jin Dynasty came to be.
The martial arts armor is highly sought after by martial arts practitioners.
Of course, the most important reason why Minglong has achieved such an achievement and received such a nickname is because that little guy works very hard. Apart from fighting with martial arts masters and occasionally playing with him in his free time to please him, the rest
I spend most of my time studying martial arts techniques and practicing martial arts.
But no matter what Bu Xin said, it was only because of his first drop of blood that he created the Minglong like Ming. With such a precedent, Feng Qing'an would naturally attach great importance to his own blood.
What's more, his Ru Ming's physique has improved to the first level compared to before, and the effect has increased tenfold. If the same drop of blood falls into the East, Ru Ming may have even more astonishing changes.
After thinking for a moment, Feng Qing'an made a decision. He stepped in the air until the blood pool was in the air, and then a wisp of strong wind cut his middle finger - Jueyin Pericardium Meridian of his leg, although he did not intend to release any sperm.
Regarding blood, whether the blood can be pricked and the location can be a little particular.
A round drop of blood fell from Feng Qing'an's fingertips, and before the drop of blood fell, Feng Qing'an's wound had healed. He seemed to be full of vitality, even though he was far away from those Hunyuan realm warriors.
There is a long way to go before a broken arm can be reborn. But by how much, Feng Qingan himself is not sure.
After all, his vigorous vitality basically comes from the feedback given by Heishan and Senmiao. Of course, it is also very much the vitality given to him by the Blazing Sun Tree.
Even if there is no way to measure it by the standards of the human martial arts system, we can roughly estimate the physical strength of Yidong and Ru Ming, and Feng Qing'an can't cut off his own arm to see how strong he is.
Is it possible for my strong and vigorous vitality to regenerate my severed limbs?
While some distracting thoughts were passing by, the blood from Feng Qing'an's stab had already dripped onto the sword in the east that was as crystal clear as carved from jade.
The moment his blood fell on the hilt of the sword, it blended into it, as if it was one body, and as if the sword was a glutton that had been hungry for a long time, eager to devour the hard-won food.
Zheng~
The moment Feng Qing'an's blood blended into the sword, after it was cast and formed, it was quietly inserted into the blood pool like a dead object. The standing sword suddenly started to tremble, layer by layer.
Stacks of bloody aura erupted from it, causing the blood pool to turbulence, like rivers and lakes in the east of a violent storm, setting off big bloody waves that were several feet high.
Buzz buzz~
As the Demon-Suppressing Sword buzzed and trembled, the bloody aura that had spread outwards suddenly rolled back and converged on the sword body, condensing into the vague outline of a bloody tiger.
"..."
Feng Qingan watched the changes in the sword with an expressionless face. All the changes were within his expectations. There were no surprises. Even if the sword spirit was born in the east of his blood, there would be nothing surprising.
.
Zheng~
As if he felt some thoughts of Feng Qing'an, the sword master, the crystal sword in the blood pool let out another long sword chant, and then Feng Qing'an, whose face changed slightly, looked at the sword, and the sword that was entrenched in the sword appeared.
The shadow of the tiger inside changed violently, became distorted and blurred, and at first began to turn into a human form.
"Um?!"
When the young man looked at Dong Dong with a slightly expectant gaze, the figure suddenly became clear, even from virtual to real, and even the outline of the facial features became obvious, but there was a cute little face carved with pink and jade, and it was difficult to distinguish male and female.
.
"..."
Seeing such a change, Feng Qing'an's expression suddenly became a little weird. If he saw that scene, it was clear that the sword was born from his blood, and the sword spirit was born.
How come his appearance seems to be able to change according to his wishes?
Do I think he looks like a god or a human being?
He looks like a little girl with blond hair and animal ears!
When he realized that the sword spirit could change according to his will, a scene that he had never seen suddenly popped up in Feng Qing'an's mind. When that thought suddenly changed, Feng Qing'an
Ann suddenly realized something was wrong.
Because of the pink and jade carving, the indistinguishable blood-colored sword spirit was already standing on the hilt of the sword. And when the idea that suddenly appeared in him was stimulated, the slightly blurry humanoid outline of the sword spirit began to condense, and a
An exquisite jade body with soft curves and gentle undulations is displayed before your eyes.
"Gan!"
Feng Qing'an took a look at the petite and exquisite jade body, and couldn't help but curse, because it was actually not in line with his preferences. Just now when he suddenly discovered that the sword spirit could change its appearance according to his wishes,
A stray thought suddenly popped into my mind.
"Get dressed."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the newly born Sword Spirit, with a blank look on his face, tilting his head and staring at Feng Qingan. As another thought came to Feng Qingan's mind, the petite and exquisite sword spirit was as big as a palm.
Her little face suddenly showed a look of astonishment, and she stretched her legs to gently ejaculate.
The blood pool that gradually calmed down once again set off ripples. A stream of bloody threads poured out from the blood pool and wrapped around the jade body of Sword Spirit Chiguo, weaving a set of crimson palace skirts.
"..."
Seeing such a submissive and obedient sword spirit, Feng Qing'an fell silent again, and for a moment she didn't know what to do.
Because just as he thought in his flash of thoughts, the newborn sword spirit in front of him had blond hair, animal ears, petite body, and a tiger tail swaying back and forth behind him.
Feng Qing'an couldn't help but feel a little guilty when the sword spirit looked at Dong Dong innocently and with blank eyes. However, probably because of the influence of the sword, the little sword spirit with clear and clean eyes had an evil aura of liquid chang.
, with a bit of charm.
"Amitabha, sin, sin."
Facing the sword spirit born from his random thoughts, Feng Qingan couldn't help but imitate the great monk and recite the Buddha's name, then turned around and walked away without stopping at all.
As if he was running away from something, Feng Qingan left the Demon-Conquering Palace and went directly to the sixth floor of the cave. After taking a look at the Blazing Sun Tree and confirming that the sacred tree was growing in good condition, he prepared to leave.
As soon as he lifted his feet, his face couldn't help but darken.
"master!"
The soft voice of Jiao Didi sounded, and the artificial sound of kneading made Feng Qingan feel tired and crooked, and the roots of his teeth even hurt.
In his sight, a petite girl with a charming face stood there with her legs draped behind her. She had nine identical faces decorated with snake scales, showing a flattering look.
Well, nine heads. Compared to the human race, the delicate body of a girl who is now in her prime is carrying nine identical heads. Because her shoulders are too narrow and cannot lift so many heads at once, so
The necks that connect the heads and bodies are as long as snakes.
"..."
Facing such a terrifying and weird existence, Feng Qingan was silent for a moment, and then he took a step out of the cave and appeared in front of the nine-headed girl. He waved his legs and arms, clenched his five fingers into a fist, thunder and hurricane
Wrap it around your fist, and then punch it eastward.
Boom——
With thunder roaring and strong winds surging, the terrifying nine-headed girl instantly exploded and turned into streams of air, which initially floated in the sky and transformed into a familiar appearance to Feng Qing'an.
"Master, don't I like the way he just changed? If you don't like it, he can change again..."
The head as big as a mountain dropped from the sky, with a bit of grievance and confusion in its tone. It clearly saw that the sword spirit that was supposed to take the form of a tiger turned into a human being after the master's intervention.
A half-demon girl in her prime.
He looked very satisfied, why did he not receive that kind of treatment despite being transformed into a half-demon girl? The master didn't think much about it and punched it.
That’s a shame!
"That's enough, Jiuling. He is already satisfied with my current appearance. There is no need to change into another appearance."
Feng Qing'an restrained his anger, tried his best to suppress it, and reminded himself repeatedly in his heart that he wanted his happiness and anger not to show up on the surface, and he wanted to have the skill of nourishing his qi even when he collapses from the mountain without changing his complexion.
"Can you, sir, he clearly saw..."
"Qu Chu warned me once. If I dare to look like that just now, he will definitely find a secret method to erase me."
Feng Qingan couldn't bear it anymore. He could understand that guy trying to figure out his thoughts and try every means to please him and win his favor. But why did he turn into such a scary ghost after trying to figure it out?
Block him?
That guy has been getting along with the human race for a day or two. Which human race has such weird hobbies? Although his hobbies are wider than others, they do not include that kind of exotic stew. At least he must look like a human being.