Great Wilderness Town, Longmen.

The sunlight shines through a small iron window into the dungeon at the lowest level, and the light is a drop in the bucket here, and the darkness is still the main theme here.

In the dungeon, Wang Zhentong's intertwined light and dark face plate looked extremely serious, his pupils were trembling, and his eyes were full of indescribable excitement, all because of the transcription exercises in his hands.

"The Blood Alchemy of the Common Life ......"

Don't look at Wang Zhentong's black hair, and his skin is not wrinkled at all, but in fact, his age is close to eighty years old, and the sword cultivator absorbs the aura of heaven and earth in his body, and transforms sword qi into sword energy, and his lifespan is far beyond that of ordinary people.

If the sword cultivation of the Condensing True Realm is safe and stable, it will be no problem to live for two hundred years.

In the past 80 years, Wang Zhentong has experienced a lot, and his knowledge is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary people, and now this exercise obtained from Li Jiangkou is definitely the most domineering and subtle exercise he has seen so far, there is no one!

"To plunder the essence and blood of heaven and earth, refine all souls, and achieve your own ......"

What surprised Wang Zhentong even more was that this exercise, which captured the blood of all souls and paved the way of cultivation, was not exclusive to his Tiger Sword.

The Tiger Spirit Sword is a fierce sword, and there are countless souls under the sword, and this technique also requires killing and blood, which makes them have something in common, and there will be no conflict when cultivating.

The powerful kendo technique is also one of the important factors for a sword cultivator to go on the path of cultivation.

For a sword cultivator, the sword dao technique must have a so-called fit with the natal spirit sword, two sword cultivators in the same realm, the same combat experience, the higher the fit of the sword cultivator, the stronger it will be.

On the contrary, it is difficult for the kendo exercises to resonate with the natal spirit sword, then there will be serious consequences, at least there will be no progress in cultivation for many years, and the time will be wasted, or it will be counterattacked, or crippled, or die.

If the sword cultivator is not satisfied with the current kendo exercises, and wants to cultivate other more powerful exercises, the exercises he is looking for must have a point of convergence with the natal spirit sword that he has already set, so that he can continue to walk on the sword path.

There is no doubt that "Cangsheng Blood Alchemy" is a slaughtering technique, and his Tiger Spirit Sword is also a blood-drinking sword, the combination of the two may not be as perfect as his original exercise, but it is definitely not too bad.

And these little imperfections will also be covered by the power of "Cangsheng Blood Alchemy".

"Boy, where did you get this exercise?" Wang Zhentong took a breath lightly, suppressed the excitement in his eyes, and looked at Li Jiang again.

Li Jiang's laughter came from under the black hair: "Is this question important?"

Wang Zhentong: "I want to know the origin of this exercise. ”

"Ancestral. ”

"Fart!"

Li Jiang smiled but did not say a word.

"Okay, I'm asking you, although this exercise is subtle, it is only the cultivation part of the Condensing Truth Realm and the Quenching Sword Realm, and it is obviously lacking. Wang Zhentong paused for a moment and asked in a low voice, "What about the rest of the cultivation part?"

At this time, Li Jiang slowly raised the noodle plate, looked at Wang Zhentong, and smiled very poorly: "Longmen Sect Master, are you a fool to me Jiang Li? If I give you all the complete kendo exercises, I'm afraid my life will be gone." ”

Wang Zhentong leaned forward, raised his palm, and swore: "Boy, I, Wang Zhentong, swear, as long as you hand over the complete exercises, I will never move a single hair of you!"

Li Jiang looked at Wang Zhentong's sincere eyes seriously, and grinned: "I don't believe you, unless you ......"

"Unless what?" Wang Zhentong asked.

"Unless you let me go first. ”

Wang Zhentong immediately shook his head: "No, if I let you go, I'm afraid the rest of this exercise will be even more difficult to obtain." ”

Li Jiang smiled, "It seems that the two of us can't reach an agreement." ”

At this time, Wang Zhentong picked up the wooden barrel on the ground again and threatened Li Jiang: "Boy, if you don't say it, believe it or not, I'll let you taste the horror, tsk~"

The smile on Li Jiang's face became even brighter, and he took the initiative to puff up his chest: "Come on, I can't wait to taste the taste of life that is worse than death." ”

"You ......"

Both Wang Zhentong and Li Jiang clearly understood that after reading this "Cangsheng Blood Alchemy", the former would never let Li Jiang die until he got the complete exercises.

Many times, a powerful kendo technique is enough to set off a bloody storm, and its value is immeasurable.

If Wang Zhentong hadn't read the part of "Cangsheng Blood Alchemy", Li Jiang was not sure if the other party would kill him with a brain fever, but now, if he didn't get the complete exercises, he would never kill himself.

After all, this kendo technique comes from the Sword Pole Heaven, not the ordinary skill of the Sword Mortal Heaven, and it has such magical power.

Creak!

There was a scream from the gold-devouring rat in the barrel, but he was shocked to death by Wang Zhentong with the power of the sword, and he understood that he had been caught by the other party.

Torture?

These days, Wang Zhentong gave him 180 sets of torture instruments, and people were stunned.

Threat of death?

The other party has already understood that he will never kill him until he gets the complete exercises, and the so-called threat is no threat.

It's a bit hard to do now.

Wang Zhentong got up and turned his back to Li Jiang, very distressed. In the middle of the ring, he simply walked out of the dungeon, anyway, he couldn't think of a way for a while, and it was a waste of time to stay here.

In the dungeon, looking at Wang Zhentong's back disappearing in the dark, the corners of Li Jiang's mouth raised a slight arc, and he looked calm and calm, where is the consciousness of being a prisoner.

"Wang Zhentong, you will definitely cultivate the Blood Alchemy of the Common People, even if it is incomplete. ”

......

Zhenlong Tower, the top floor of the main hall.

Wang Zhentong grabbed the white paper that copied the "Cangsheng Blood Alchemy", and his expression was sometimes firm, sometimes hesitant.

"To repair, or not to repair......"

"Xiu, the chips in that kid's hand will get heavier and heavier, I'm afraid I will be led by his nose, and it will be difficult to maneuver. ”

"If I don't cultivate, with my current strength, how can I avenge Qiu Zhi and Ling'er......

"Qiuzhi, Ling'er ......"

Thinking of a certain picture in the past, Wang Zhentong's body began to tremble, his breathing couldn't help but become heavy, his eyes were quickly covered with bloodshots, and the intense murderous intent permeated every inch of this hall.

"Nangong Zhuofan...... No matter what the price is, I, Chen Xuanjian, also want you to die without a place to be buried!"

Wang Zhentong took a deep breath and looked at the exercises again without any doubt.

Fifty years.

For fifty years, he couldn't sleep every night, because whenever he closed his eyes, the screams of his beloved wife Qiuzhi and daughter Chen Qiaoling would always echo in his ears.

In his mind, he repeated the picture of Nangong Zhuofan and others ravaging them in front of him over and over again.

That's right, that group of lawless beasts had no scruples at the time of the incident, and actually forced him in front of him, witnessing the painful scene that he will never forget for the rest of his life!

He hates!

Hate yourself for being incompetent at the time, and you can't even protect the people you love the most!

He thought about dying every moment.

But he couldn't.

He wants to kill Nangong Zhuofan!

Drink his blood!

Bite his tendons!

Let his soul sink forever in the boundless hell and not be reborn!

"The ...... of the Doorman"

One of his subordinates suddenly stepped into the main hall, as if he had something to report, but before he could speak, he was suppressed by an invisible force and could not move.

Wang Zhentong, whose eyes were bloodshot, walked towards him step by step, and his hideous appearance like a ghost made the other party's limbs weak and frightened.

"Door Master, I, I, I ......"

Wang Zhentong ignored his words, and the Tiger Spirit Sword condensed out, and a sword slashed through his neck.

A large amount of blood gathered at his feet, and Wang Zhentong sat down with a hideous face, and hatred drove him to start the cultivation of the "Cangsheng Blood Alchemy".