The boiling spiritual blood continued to wash the demonic energy all over the body.

Under the huge spiritual pressure, the spiritual blood continued to evaporate. With the disappearance of the spiritual blood, the demonic energy is also dissipating......

After boiling his blood for several weeks, Qin Feng felt himself dizzy.

Knowing that this was an anemia, he hurriedly stopped his exercise and waited for the blood boiling state to dissipate.

Half an hour later, he opened his eyes.

"It's terrible, running a blood boil. My longevity has almost been deprecated for nearly another three years!"

In exchange for three years of vitality to eliminate one-half of the demonic energy in the body, it can be said to be a very cost-effective deal. But what dissipated in the end was his own life element, which had to make Qin Feng feel heartache.

Unable to exert blood boiling for a short time, Qin Feng simply took out the broken knife from the Qiankun bag.

The scabbard was removed, and a faint rust spread over the blade.

But even so, the broken knife flashed a glimmer in the dark cultivation room.

"What a fast knife!"

Grab the hilt of the knife and dance in the air.

The sharp sword qi instantly slashed at the black stone in the cultivation room.

With his nocturnal vision, Qin Feng could clearly see that there were several knife marks left on the black stone.

"Good boy, what a good knife. ”

Putting the treasure knife in his hand and looking at it, the more Qin Feng looked at it, the more he liked it, and he grabbed the handle of the knife and danced happily.

One carelessly, the blade slipped across his arm.

In an instant, a blood streak appeared, and crimson blood continued to flow out.

But the weird thing is that after slashing through his arm. The severed knife seemed to have life, and began to devour the blood of the knife.

"Huh?"

Anyway, the blood flowed in vain, and Qin Feng simply dripped the blood from the crack onto the broken knife.

More and more blood flows into the broken knife and is constantly absorbed by the blade. A faint glow gradually emanated from the blade, and the rust began to mottle and peel off. Like a creature molting, it sheds the old skin on the outside, exuding a luster like crystal.

"It's beautiful!"

Seeing this scene, Qin Feng couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

The wound healed, and the broken knife seemed to be unfinished.

Qin Feng smiled: "Want my blood?"

A shuddering moan erupted from the Broken Blade......

"Yes, but not today. If I continue to cry, I'm afraid my little life will be lost!"

As if knowing that what Qin Feng said was true, the broken knife trembled obediently.

The sword can be psychic, know its own mind, and even be able to empathize with itself like an obedient child. This couldn't help but make Qin Feng feel surprised, and at the same time feel relieved.

The knife devours blood, which is a bit rare.

If greed is endless, and even waiting for the opportunity to devour the Lord, it is a magic blade. Break can't stay around......

But although this knife has entered the demon, it can still stay awake, which shows that it is not a magic knife.

The sound of stroking the knife and flicking it lightly with one finger, the sound of light and joy echoed in the cultivation room, which was extremely pleasant.

"What a good knife, what should I give you?"

After thinking for a while, he pursed his lips and smiled: "How is Emperor Yi?"

The blade trembled slightly, as if it was extremely excited.

Qin Feng pursed his lips and smiled, and with a slight dance, the emperor slashed in his hand, and the sword qi came out.

smiled slightly, and took out the "Jizo Guiyuan Knife" from the Qiankun bag.

This exercise only has eight folds left, but it is a complete cultivation method. After turning over the entire exercise, the incomplete exercises began to dissipate.

It wasn't until the last page was closed that this half of the exercise turned into ashes.

When I closed my eyes, the countless words left in my mind seemed to constitute countless movements of swinging knives, slashing, and leaping.

Looking back, the whole set of actions instantly connected in Qin Feng's mind.

When he opened his eyes again, Di Yi had clenched his hands.

The silver light fell, the sword qi slashed continuously, and the figure was fluttering.

After casting the Eightfold Dizo Guiyuan Knife, Qin Feng's body instantly differentiated into eight body shapes, and he displayed eight different sword techniques in eight different postures.

Boom......

The eight figures are combined into one, and the shadows of the swords in the sky are combined in one place.

Jizo Guiyuan knife, become!

The sword technique that was originally left in his mind and gradually dissipated began to condense, and finally he was deeply imprinted in his mind.

The Ten Thousand Dao Sword Technique was finally condensed into eight styles.

They are: Tibetan Knife, Half Moon, Wild Goose, Dragon Sparrow, Silence, Four Poles, Extinction, Returning to the Yuan, and the last move that remains in the Heavenly Sword Society.

Once again, he continuously performed the entire set of knife techniques, and Qin Feng felt differently again.

The essence of the Jizo Guiyuan Knife lies in the word "Tibet"!

Secondly, it is a fast word.

The knife technique is fast and fast, and finally forms a "Tibetan knife" pattern.

After completing a set of casting, practice more than ten times again until the spiritual energy in the body is exhausted.

Putting the knife into the sheath, Qin Feng sat on the stone bed.

"Turn on the hundredfold spiritual pressure!"

Huge spiritual power poured in, Qin Feng closed his eyes, and his whole person was like an endless abyss, endlessly absorbing the spiritual energy in the cultivation room.

Meditate.

In the glowing veins of the whole body, the veins that spread out from the vitality points began to grow......

Day 2.

"Blood boiling!"

The heat rose in the entire stone chamber, and Qin Feng sitting on the stone bed was like a volcano that was about to erupt at any time.

Through his transparent skin, you can see that in countless dragon-like blood vessels and veins, blood is boiling like a river and a sea.

Throughout the body, hundreds of demonic qi dissipated under this blood boil.

It wasn't until the last wisp disappeared that Qin Feng finally opened his eyes.

"It's done!"

Eliminate the demonic qi on the surface of the body, and exhaust Qin Feng's life yuan for nearly ten years.

Now he has withered skin like an old man.

However, if you look closely, you will find that a thriving greenery is constantly overflowing from the vicinity of his life hole.

As these green fluorescents travel throughout the body, the skin slowly regains its vitality.

After taking ten Rejuvenation Pills, this recovery is several degrees faster. Even, Qin Feng could feel that the tiny vein seemed to be able to devour the medicinal power in the Rejuvenation Pill, transform it into vitality, and constantly replenish itself.

Discovering this, Qin Feng was no longer afraid.

Cast two blood boils in a row, and began to wash away the black demon flame that was extremely cold in his heart and made him extremely jealous.

Every time the blood approached this black demonic flame, it would be evaporated by the flames of the demonic flame.

In a moment, a large amount of Qin Feng's spiritual blood was dissipated.

However, although the effect was not obvious, Qin Feng could see that the Demon Flame was constantly weakening.

"It really works!"

Qin Feng was overjoyed in his heart.

"Congratulations to the master for cultivating to blood boiling!"

Chi had woken up, ran out of the body, and congratulated Qin Feng.

"If the demon flame is not eliminated for a day, it will eventually be a disaster. This is not the time to be happy, Chi, wrap this demon flame first. I'll be back in the back for a few days and then I'll fix it once and for all!"

"Yes!"

Chi entered Qin Feng's heart and exhaled a mouthful of red dragon breath.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a silent roar from the black demonic flames, and they struggled with great anger.

The black demon flame constantly fights against the dragon's breath.

"Well, not good!"

Seeing that Chi was gradually suppressed, Qin Feng hurriedly activated his aura.

A mouthful of blood sprayed on the Demon Flame, extinguishing its momentum. On the other hand, the red dragon's breath began to burn fiercely because of Qin Feng's blood bonus.