Chapter 0448: Sacrifice

Mo Fan said goodbye to the two old men and did not go back to the villa immediately, but walked straight to the top of the villa area.

After a few moments, he chose an empty place at the top of the hill and sat down on a rock.

With a light between his fingers, the sword he had obtained from Lu Laohu's house appeared in his hand.

News from Wushen Mountain may come at any time, and it is not easy to cultivate.

In case his cultivation reaches a critical time, the news comes, and the gains outweigh the losses.

However, it should still be possible to refine this sword at this time.

Sacrificial practice is a difference between a magic weapon and a magic weapon, as long as the magic weapon is infused with aura, the recitation of the law can be driven.

If the magic weapon is not refined, the aura and the law are useless, and it is completely like a tank car that has been locked in the door, empty of powerful power but unable to exert it.

If he can succeed in the sacrifice, he will really have one more hole card when he arrives at Wushen Mountain.

He is no stranger to sacrificing magic weapons.

He placed the sword on his lap, and with a slash of the fingers of his right hand on the palm of his left hand, there was immediately a slight wound on his hand.

He shook his left hand, and a drop of blood flowed out of it and landed on the gem on the hilt of his sword.

As soon as the blood dripped on it, the gem sucked the blood into it like a sponge.

As soon as this drop of blood was completely submerged in it, the originally quiet sword suddenly glowed with a faint white light.

The next moment, the sword body shook, and it actually floated from his leg to his body.

Mo Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.

He carried the Nine Turns Mixed Yuan Gong, and the majestic aura in his body surged into his hand, grabbing the hilt of the sword.

Before his hand could grasp the sword, there was a "click", and the surroundings suddenly lit up.

A bolt of lightning struck his hand from the hilt of the sword.

"Huh?" The corners of Mo Fan's mouth raised slightly, as if he hadn't seen the lightning, and he still grabbed it like the hilt of a sword.

Like a group of wild horses, each magic weapon has its own spirituality.

If you can't completely tame him, you won't be able to use the full power of the magic weapon.

In his previous life, his cultivation in the Jindan period, even the immortal weapon recognized him as the master, and he couldn't tame a magic weapon.

A white light flashed in his hand, and he held it in his hand along with the thunderbolt.

The sword shook violently, trying to get rid of his hand.

"Hehe!" Mo Fan smiled lightly.

His body has been pierced, bloody, and piercing, and his strength is beyond the power of this sword to break free?

He firmly grasped the hilt of the sword, and the aura was as majestic as the sea, surging into the body of the sword.

At first, the sword was still not in touch with oil and salt, and he wanted to break free from his hand.

However, it didn't take long for the sword to change its method, like a black hole frantically absorbing his aura.

Mo Fan didn't frown, this is one of the necessary steps to refine the magic weapon.

If the aura is insufficient, it is likely that the sacrifice will fail.

In his previous life, he once saved a monk who wanted to sacrifice a supreme magic weapon, but his aura was insufficient.

Not only did he not succeed in the sacrifice, but he was almost drained by that magic weapon.

This sword is probably fighting the same idea, and in this case, it is estimated that this sword will be disappointed.

The Nine Turns Mixed Yuan Gong he cultivated, he was famous for his strong aura, and it was so easy to suck him dry?

He used the Nine Turns Mixed Yuan Gong to the extreme, and the aura poured into the sword without reservation.

Still, the sword surprised him.

A quarter of the aura in his body was absorbed, and the sword had no intention of stopping at all.

With a wave of his hand, the abundant aura in Villa 9 was like a rainbow, and it was transferred by him across the sky.

Generally speaking, the more aura a magic weapon can hold, the more powerful it becomes.

He wanted to see how much appetite this magic weapon had and what surprises it could bring him.

Half of the aura in his body was absorbed, and the sword hadn't stopped.

It wasn't until three-quarters of the aura in his body was drained by the sword that the sword stopped.

The "Buzz" sword vibrated and made a buzzing sound.

It's like a hearty whisper, and it's like a scream of excitement.

Mo Fan smiled lightly, his lips lightly opened.

"Open!"

The long sword was drawn in response, and the white clouds opened to see the sun and the moon, blooming from the sword's body, shooting in all directions.

The brilliant white light instantly engulfed everything around it.

It is light, but it is like darkness.

The whole summit was white with no fingers visible, and nothing else.

Luckily, there was no one else here, and there were clouds and mist all around, otherwise, it would have caused a big wave of rendering.

"Out!"

Another word spit out from Mo Fan's mouth.

"Buzz!" The whole air shook, and the ten-zhang sword qi suddenly rushed out from the sword like a dragon, towering on the top of Baiyun Mountain like a heavenly sword that cut through mountains and seas.

As long as he falls with a sword, it is not impossible to split this mountain.

Although it did not fall, the sharp sword qi rippled into the distance like water waves, cold and piercing.

On the entire Baiyun Mountain, everyone only felt that the temperature suddenly dropped, and they were inexplicably irritable and restless.

In the Qin family's villa, the old men of the Qin family and the Luo family moved slightly, and they all looked at the top of the mountain.

"Is that kid?" Luo Fei asked.

"Who else can there be besides him, I don't know if this strength can deal with the Witch God Sect. The old man of the Qin family said half-sadly and half-happily.

"Alas," Luo Fei shook his head.

He had dealt with the Witch God Sect a lot, but he hadn't even seen the Witch Master, and he didn't know how deep this Witch Master's cultivation was.

In Villa No. 9, Zhou Jie was practicing swordsmanship, her expression suddenly changed greatly, and the long sword in her hand trembled involuntarily.

Not only her, but Qin Jie and Xiaoyu also felt this ubiquitous sword qi, and their expressions changed.

The little fox was lying on the bed with a "big" character, but a spirit got up and ran to the top of the mountain.

At the top of the mountain, the corners of Mo Fan's mouth were upturned, and he was slightly happy.

He originally thought that this sword was a low-grade magic weapon, but he didn't expect it to be a medium-grade magic weapon.

"I don't know how powerful this sword is, whether the holy land of Wushen Mountain can stop it. ”

"Hidden!" he drank.

"Keng!" the long sword returned to its sheath, all the sword qi was gone, and the whole sword suddenly changed.

From the hilt, body, and scabbard of the sword, all are white, like a piece of natural ancient jade, but the edge is exposed.

Instead of putting away his sword, he let it hover around him like a swimming fish.

At this moment, the little fox came running from the bottom of the mountain, jumped on his lap, and kept picking at his clothes, and his eyes were full of supplication.

"Wood, wood, you have successfully cultivated this magic weapon, can we go to Wushen Mountain?"

Mo Fan glanced at the little fox angrily, "If you know the location of Wushen Mountain, we can go." ”

The little fox pursed his lips and looked white and happy.

"Wood, didn't you say that you would know when you returned to the East China Sea, we have been back for so long, you don't know yet, the hearts of Miss Ben and the others are cold. ”

Mo Fan smiled lightly, but his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he looked down the mountain, and a cold light bloomed.

"You go and ask Ah Hao to prepare the car, and I will be able to Wushen Mountain right away. ”

The little fox saw Mo Fan's face change, and his expression changed.

"What's wrong, wood?"