She opened her eyes and turned her gaze to Shen Xiqing. This was the first thing she said in a long time.
"Why does she know this time?"
A trace of doubt flashed through his mind, but soon, his attention was attracted by the changes in the blood pool.
In the blood pool, blood energy continued to rise, spreading towards the entire stone chamber under everyone's gaze.
Such a strange scene made everyone uneasy.
"Everyone, please don't mess around. This is the refining pool that is working."
I don't know where this sentence came from, and the words revealed unusual confidence.
This was a woman's voice. When he heard it, Wang Xuan was slightly startled. He felt that the voice was a bit familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.
After the blood energy enveloped everyone, or to be precise, it enveloped the weapons, the brilliance circulated, and the blood pool caused waves.
The next moment, the blood in the blood pool flew up, drew arcs, and then connected with everyone's weapons.
A gentle pulling force appeared, and Wang Xuan subconsciously let go of the iron sword in his hand.
I saw the iron sword floating up, placed above my head, and spinning continuously.
The blood and energy split into threads and wrapped around the iron sword. It seemed that countless energy was poured into the iron sword.
Others followed suit and threw weapons one after another.
The entire stone chamber is like this, so that from a distance, the entire stone chamber looks like a blooming blood lotus.
"Why do I feel like the hammer in my hand can't hold it anymore, but I can't take it back, what should I do?"
I don't know how long it took, but a sudden voice appeared, causing the silent scene to boil instantly.
"No, I feel like the knife is about to break."
"What should I do? I spent all my money on this sword."
After hearing this, Wang Xuan also felt something bad. He subconsciously stood up and grabbed the iron sword.
I tried to pull it down, but sure enough, it was as if it had taken root and was completely motionless.
Perhaps because his action angered Tie Jian, Tie Jian did not expect that Tie Jian followed the blood energy directly into the blood pool.
The strange thing is that among all the weapons present, only Wang Xuan's iron sword entered the blood pool.
He was anxious, and when he was about to go to the blood pool, he unexpectedly heard a voice, which made him take back his right foot that he had stepped out.
"Junior Brother Wang, the blood pool is very important, please wait a moment!"
It was this familiar voice again. I looked around and found nothing unusual.
Everyone else was caring about the weapons in their hands, and no one paid any attention to Wang Xuan.
"Junior brother, there is no need to look for it. I will give you your sword later."
"Is that you? Senior Sister Ye?"
At this time, Wang Xuan finally heard the voice and subconsciously asked in a low voice.
"I think your sword is a bit strange, but it doesn't matter, I will take care of it."
"Senior sister, where are you? Why can't I find you?"
"I, I'm in this stone room, but it's not convenient for me to show up. Okay, I'll practice first. Junior brother, please be patient."
Silence fell, and Wang Xuan didn't pay attention.
In his heart, Senior Sister Ye is still very trustworthy.
With nothing to do at the moment, he had no choice but to focus on the people around him, especially his enemies.
Shi Zhengyang was a little decadent because the tendon in his left hand was severed. The eight-edged plum-blossom hammer in his hand was already spinning on top of his head.
As for Master Hu, he acted very strangely. His eyes kept moving, and a sword was spinning above his head.
As if sensing his gaze, he turned his head and cast his gaze over.
He was startled for a moment, then nodded and smiled slightly.
There was something abnormal about that smile, there seemed to be something half-smile but not a smile in it.
Withdrawing his gaze, he didn't dare to look at anyone else anymore.
Because in his perception, there seemed to be several eyes staring closely at him, which was also an important reason why he did not dare to go to the blood pool.
If it is piled higher than the shore, the current will be turbulent. Once he is the only one going into the blood pool, it will definitely attract everyone's attention.
Nowadays, he has aroused the hatred of many people, and the whole body is affected by the slightest influence. Without the iron sword, he does not want to cause fire.
"Ding!"
A crisp sound suddenly sounded, and the arc of blood in the sky suddenly exerted force, and rays of brilliance flowed backwards. Instead of blood being injected into the weapons, it was as if the blood pool was absorbing their own essence.
"No, my sword's spirituality is disappearing."
"Ah, what's going on?"
If everyone was not particularly worried about the weapons in their hands before, now, their hearts are probably in a mess.
Among the people present, if there is one person who is a little calmer, it is Wang Xuan.
It was just a little better than others. He was not sure whether it was his iron sword or the blood pool itself that caused this situation.
"Brother, what's going on? It's so weird."
"Humph, Xiao Xuanzi, is it your fault? I saw your sword fly into the blood pool."
Behind him, Luo Qiuyi and Wang Nianqing quietly approached Wang Xuan and asked in a low voice.
Especially the ghostly Luo Qiuyi, with a look of doubt on his face and disbelief in his eyes.
"I said it's none of my business, do you believe it?"
"believe!"
"It would be strange to believe you. You have always been dishonest."
Same question, two completely different answers.
It was naturally Wang Nianqing who said what he believed without hesitation. As for Luo Qiuyi, Wang Xuan could only selectively ignore it.
Until now, he could only hope that it wasn't his iron sword that was to blame.
If he really gets to that point, it can be said that in this bloody secret realm, he will become a rat crossing the street, and everyone will cry out for beating him.
Just when he was thinking wildly, a voice sounded, completely breaking the trace of luck in his heart.
"Junior brother, what is the origin of your sword, and why is it so powerful? The blood evil essence in the blood pool has almost been absorbed by it."
"Huh? Senior sister? You mean?"
"Yes, it's what you think. You can't let it cause trouble any more, otherwise it will affect the plan. Junior brother, you are ready, your sword is about to come out."
Before he could answer, Luo Qiuyi, who had sharp ears, spoke unexpectedly.
"Xiao Xuanzi, who are you talking to? Are you hiding something from us? My guess is that it must be your sword."
Perhaps she was a little excited when she spoke, so that at the end, her voice rose slightly.
By the time she realized it, it was already too late.
"Is it you? I knew it must be you. There are so many of us, but only your weapon went into the blood pool."
This was what a senior fellow from the Blood Sword Sect said next to him. His sword was about to be scrapped, so why would he care whether Wang Xuan was from the Blood Sword Sect or not?
The loud voice immediately attracted everyone's attention.
As a result, Wang Xuan became the focus of attention almost instantly and became the target of public criticism.