Fan Yu looked solemn and said, "The purification is complete?"

Looking at this strange red jade, Yu Luo's eyes were filled with an indescribable and complex color.

Hearing Fan Yu's words, she came back to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream.

Yuluo nodded and said, "Well, my father used the source qi of Haoran Righteous Qi to nourish day and night, and it took seven days and seven nights to purify all the resentment and evil qi in it. ”

Fan Yu said: "There is Uncle Lao Yu." ”

Neither of them spoke anymore, and their eyes were once again focused on the piece of ruby, and their expressions became complicated again.

This red jade is actually not jade, but is called "Blood Spirit Essence".

Although at this moment, this blood spirit essence seems to be extremely pure, and even has a bewitching and moving beauty.

But the two know very well what a bloody story lies behind this beauty.

Because, this blood spirit essence did not come from elsewhere - it was condensed by the blood and soul of those people of Linyuan City who had been refined and died miserably under the Great Array of Flesh and Blood Furnace of the Demon Mountain Sect!

Bloody, brutal!

This was originally the ultimate purpose of the Demon Mountain Sect's Blood Sacrifice to Linyuan City.

Originally, Mo Teng wanted to rely on refining all the people of Linyuan City, condensing nine blood spirit essences, and after devouring and refining with magic skills, he could restore himself to his former realm.

It's just that Fan Yu destroyed his trick in time, so that he could only condense one, and then he died.

And what Yuluo is holding in his hand is this one.

Although it was only a piece the size of a baby's fist, this blood spirit essence represented the lives of thousands of people.

It is a genuine thing that people and gods are angry and angry and people are angry!

But it is also a rare treasure.

A treasure that contains a huge amount of energy and source power, enough to make people cultivate into a skyrocketing treasure.

But even so, according to Fan Yu's character, he would never have any ideas about such a thing.

- The big husband does something and doesn't do something, he is not the kind of person who is desperate for the pursuit of power.

Moreover, with the depth of evil qi and resentment contained in the blood spirit essence, even if he really had any ideas, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

He doesn't want to become a second Moten yet.

But.

What even Fan Yu didn't expect was that perhaps these people from Linyuan City who died tragically had spirits in the underworld.

After witnessing with their own eyes Fan Yu's feat of saving Linyuan City, they actually took the initiative to exude their thoughts with the only remaining residual thoughts.

- They told Fan Yu that they were willing to be used by Fan Yu, and they were willing to disperse all their resentment and evil spirit, and turn them into the purest power to help him!

This is something that Fan Yu has never encountered even if he has lived for tens of thousands of years.

At this moment, this blood spirit essence, which was supposed to represent sin and blood, exuded a warm and beautiful light.

It is like a crystal of blessing condensed by firm beliefs.

Such a change is not only unexpected by Fan Yu.

I'm afraid that the Demon Ancestor who created the method of blood sacrifice in the Supreme Heaven would never have imagined it.

- In the midst of the ultimate sin, the ultimate goodness and beauty can bloom?

The cycle of cause and effect, good and evil are rewarded, one drink and one peck, it is not predetermined.

There are many things in this world that no one can explain.

Therefore, this is the one thing that Yu Yuan used Haoran Righteousness to help Fan Yu purify the blood spirit essence.

The night was extremely deep, the wind was cold and urgent, and in Fan Yu's cave, the lights were still flickering.

The two remained silent.

After a long time, Fan Yu finally spoke: "I have thought about it." ”

Hearing this, Yuluo's face finally showed a look of relief.

She looked at Fan Yu gently and said, "I thought you wouldn't be able to pass this hurdle in your heart." ”

Fan Yu shook his head and said, "I said that power is never good or evil, and right or wrong all depends on the person who holds it. ”

"Although I was unwilling to use this kind of blood sacrifice that harmed the heavens and peace, since the heroic spirits of Linyuan City chose me, I can't live up to their expectations. ”

Yuluo didn't speak, but looked at him more gently.

Fan Yu raised his head, his gaze was like electricity, "Instead of twisting and pinching and wasting this blood spirit essence, it is better to turn it into the power in your hands and improve your strength." ”

"Only with enough strength can I prevent such a tragedy from happening again, and I can protect my friends and relatives around me!"

Fan Yu's voice is not loud, but it contains the majesty and momentum of a generation of Fu Zu, and it also reveals his martial arts heart like a mirror.

- Justice, Duty, Bravery, Love and Protection!

Yuluo's eyes flowed, and when he looked at Fan Yu, in addition to the sweetness that was so rich that it couldn't be dissolved, it was full of admiration.

It seems that Fan Yu is a big mountain, standing on the top of the sky and the earth, roaring on the top of the clouds!

Yuluo said softly: "Then you are going to use your ...... Mysterious exercises, absorb all this energy?"

Drinking the sun and swallowing the moon is Fan Yu's biggest secret.

But he never hid this secret from Yuluo.

Fan Yu shook his head and said, "No, I still have a lot of use for the blood spirit essence." ”

Yuluo was stunned, blinked his eyes and said, "Then what are you going to do with it." ”

Fan Yu said in a deep voice: "Sacrifice the sword!"

"Sacrificial sword?"

"Not bad. ”

"What do you mean by a sacrificial sword?"

"It is to refine all the essence of this blood spirit into the sword, so that they can become a part of my sword, become the heroic spirit in my sword, and follow me to fight in all directions and kill all the demons!"

Fan Yu's voice is firm and his heart is pure.

Yuluo was a little moved, and said, "There are still such methods, where did you learn them?"

Fan Yu smiled: "Reading, I learn by reading." ”

The originally somewhat dignified atmosphere instantly became relaxed with Fan Yu's words.

Yuluo couldn't cry or laugh, and gave him a blank look, but he didn't want to dwell too much on Fan Yu's secret.

Yuluo smiled: "So, what about your sword?"

"Don't tell me that you want to use Li Xiangchen's broken sword to defile these heroic spirits in Linyuan City. ”

Fan Yu shook his head and said, "That's not it, Li Xiangchen's sword, I just use it temporarily, and I'll sell it later." ”

With that, he pulled a sword from his waist and placed it lightly on the table.

A nameless broken sword.

The blade of the sword was rough, the blade of the sword was mutilated, and from the gap at the top, shocking cracks spread staggered.

Even the hilt of the sword was stained with rust.

Yu Luomei's eyes widened, her mouth opened slightly, and said, "How can it be this sword?"

Fan Yu looked at her with a smile and said, "Is there anything wrong with this sword?"

Yuluo wanted to speak and stopped, and after a while, he finally sighed and said, "I know, this sword is your father's relic." ”

"I've heard you say that this sword is pretty tough, but anyway, it's just a broken sword......

She didn't continue to say more, but with the relationship between the two, Fan Yu already understood what she meant.

In the eyes of others, this nameless broken sword looks tattered and devoid of spirituality, and Fan Yu has not exerted any magical powers since he got his hands on it.

Maybe it's just like Yuluo said, except for being extremely hard, this broken sword is really useless.

"But how can you just look at the surface of many things?"

Fan Yu smiled again and said.

"For some reasons, I can't talk to you in detail, but think about it, if this sword is really a waste product, why do I still cherish it so much, even at the expense of recovering it with essence blood every day?"

Yuluo was speechless.

She blinked and said, "Forget it, I don't ask, I don't want to know." Anyway, you stinky boy, you always like to engage in some mysterious tricks, even if I ask, you won't say it. ”

Fan Yu couldn't cry or laugh, touched his nose, this is really speechless.

Yuluo suddenly said, "When are you going to sacrifice the sword?"

Fan Yu said: "Now!"

Yuluo glared and said, "Right now?"

Fan Yu smiled: "Yes, it's better to choose a day than to hit the day, and besides, what is more reassuring than my own home?"

Yuluo's eyes burned and he said, "So- do you need me to do something for you?"

Fan Yu still smiled and said, "That's not necessary, you just have to watch it carefully." ”

Yuluo was about to speak, when he saw the expression on Fan Yu's face, he immediately closed his mouth obediently.

I saw Fan Yu's two eyes, one was shrouded in pure black airflow, and the other turned into pure white.

The two currents staggered, and in the end, only a dark gray like chaos remained.

At this moment, Fan Yu let out a muffled snort in his throat.

His chest was so hard that he actually squeezed out a trace of gray natal essence blood from his heart, and it disappeared into the blood spirit essence in a flash!

The blood spirit essence, which was originally still full of crimson, was also immediately enveloped by the chaotic dragon qi at this moment, making a sizzling sound and slowly melting.

Yuluo was dumbfounded.

In less than a cup of tea, the huge cave mansion was filled with layers of chaotic mist.

It's like being in the clouds.

What's even more mysterious is that this fog is white and black, black and gray, and the mysterious and blurry gray is mixed with wisps of demonic red light.

The broken sword on the table had risen on its own for some time, hanging in the air, slowly spinning in the center of the mist.

Fan Yu's eyes flashed, his soul power poured out, and he shouted loudly in his mouth.

"Enlightenment!"

On all sides of the cave, the eighteen talisman seals buried in the corners were swept away by the soul power, and they immediately spontaneously combusted without wind.

An almost transparent invisible curtain of light, like an eggshell, was upside down outside the cave, covering up all kinds of visions inside.

Fan Yu pinched his hands and his posture was strange, but he faintly revealed an ancient and solemn momentum.

I only listened to the words that vibrated in his mouth, word by word, like thunder rising.

——Yuan, supplement, ascend, melt, disperse, gather, live, pole!

As soon as the eight characters came out, the chaotic mist around them, as if pulled by some mysterious force, began to revolve around the broken sword, like a storm.

Fan Yu took a deep breath, and the last word fell.

"Lian!"

The broken sword shook violently, and the originally rough and worn sword body suddenly shimmered.

Countless dazzling lines spread and rose from the depths of the Broken Sword, intertwined and intertwined, like billions of stars in a sea of stars, which together formed a mysterious shape at this moment.

It's just that the shape of this light pattern is extremely dim, not only is it incomplete, but there are countless broken parts in it.

But Rao is like this, at a glance, the eyesight is also inexhaustible.

Yuluo was completely shocked by the scene in front of him.

She really couldn't imagine that this seemingly ordinary broken sword had such a mysterious and complex structure inside?

An even more astonishing scene happened.

The broken sword seemed to have a spiritual intelligence, and at that moment it suddenly erupted with terrifying suction, like a giant whale sucking water, frantically devouring the surrounding chaotic mist.

As these mist containing Fan Yu's breath and essence blood continued to be absorbed by the broken sword, in the depths of the broken sword, the lines began to shine more and more.

Even some of the most critical fractures are slowly being bridged and repaired.

Fan Yu's heart was condensed, but his face unconsciously flashed with a hint of joy.

He could already clearly feel that with the unfolding of this method of sacrifice, the seamless connection between him and the broken sword could be regarded as truly formed.

This is a feeling that he has never felt before this, even if he is nourished and confessed to the Lord with his essence and blood.

A stripe of light continues to bloom.

The original dilapidated broken sword, at the moment, looks like a splendid galaxy, reflecting the entire cave mansion into a dream.