This is a dagger full of beauty. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The whole body presents an extremely clear and thick ink color, and the sharp tip of the blade is slightly raised, forming a natural and smooth line with the blood grooves on both sides. It's the perfect weapon to kill.

However, it is not yet complete.

"No matter what level of cultivation you reach, even if you are a saint who follows your word, if you want to smelt a spiritual blade, you must do it yourself. ”

Cheng Yuan used his fingertips to caress the carved Teng pattern on the hilt, feeling the scorching temperature slightly, and his voice was soft and nostalgic.

"Touching its surface, feeling its texture, penetrating its interior, and giving its own precious things, only then can it be truly formed. This is the creation of divinity...... Let it be one with your heart, and become the inheritance and extension of your will. ”

He flattened the dagger in the light, and the surface of the blade clearly reflected the young man's smiling eyebrows.

"These words," Cheng Yuan looked sideways at the stone man and asked, "Do they sound familiar?"

Shiren said flatly: "It is his honor to be remembered by the master in his heart." ”

Cheng Yuan chuckled and couldn't help but say, "It's not an honor to say it's an honor, after all, I still admire his ability." ”

"But ......"

Looking back at the dagger, Cheng Yuan's lips smiled even deeper, and he said faintly: "If you know that these things he taught me back then, I have been doing them all along, I think he will also feel very pleased." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand to summon a wisp of rule power that only he could see, and lowered his head to continue to draw earnestly.

It's slow, but he has to.

In addition to the god-killing technique, Cheng Yuan was not sure if Taiyi had done anything else on Lu Qiming, if he directly killed Lu Qiming like that and fused his soul power defenselessly, he might have been hit by Taiyi's back move. Therefore, Cheng Yuan consciously suffered a loss is a good thing, just to free up time to prepare more measures to avoid all future troubles.

Of course......

Let the traitor who worked for Taiyi suffer more before he died, which is also what he likes very much.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yuan smiled slightly, raised his eyes to look at the firmly imprisoned figure not far away, and beckoned: "Come, third uncle, it's your turn again." ”

Feng Yuheng was powerless to resist Cheng Yuan's control, so he could only watch as he stood up again and walked towards Cheng Yuan involuntarily, but he couldn't say a word.

Cheng Yuan casually pulled one of Feng Yuheng's hands and used the dagger to cut a deeper wound on his wrist that had not yet healed.

Dripping with blood, it poured down, and every drop penetrated into the entire blade without revealing it. Cheng Yuan's hand was drawn, and the color of the dagger gradually turned a dark crimson.

"Rest assured, this is the last time. Throwing away Feng Yuheng's wrist, Cheng Yuan glanced at the man's pale face due to the massive blood loss for several days, and comforted: "Presumably, with your Feng clan's unique recovery ability, you will soon forget about it." ”

While continuing to carve the dagger, he conjured a light curtain in the air in front of him, and said with a smile: "As a reward for helping me a lot in the past few days, I will allow you to come with me to see him." ”

Feng Yuheng's eyes twitched, and he hurriedly looked over there, but his eyes didn't blink.

The light curtain quickly reflected the figures of Lu Qiming and his entourage, and it could be seen that his physical condition was much better than the last time Feng Yuheng saw him. The surrounding mountains and rivers are beautiful, they are resting in the same place, occasionally talking and laughing, and the atmosphere is very peaceful.

Looking at the smiles on the faces of the young people, Feng Yuheng's heart that had been clenched for a long time finally fell slightly, and his eyes couldn't help showing a little relief.

"Why do you think he can be so relaxed?

Cheng Yuan tapped the blade, and his nails made a slight noise. He shook his head and sighed, "I can let Lu Qiming go for so many days, it's just to prepare this bloodsucking blade...... You and I forged it, so I don't remember it so soon?"

Feng Yuheng was stunned.

"Don't worry, soon you'll be completely reassured. Cheng Yuan chuckled, "Because you won't remember what happened later." ”

What do you mean? Feng Yuheng's heart suddenly rose with extremely strong uneasiness.

"I really didn't want to use such a rough way, but it was too blunt and uninteresting. ”

Cheng Yuan threw the dagger back into a spiritual fire floating in the air with his backhand to continue smelting, and took two steps closer towards Feng Yuheng. He smiled and continued: "It's a pity that it's up to anyone, and what I want to do has to be done, so I have to do it." ”

As he spoke, Cheng Yuan pointed to Feng Yuheng's eyebrows, and his palm was empty, as if he had pulled out a ball of invisible things. At the same moment, Feng Yuheng's whole body trembled violently uncontrollably, and his face turned pale and blue in an instant, as if he were a dead man.

Cheng Yuan turned a blind eye to the man's pain, just lowered his eyes slightly, his fingertips kept moving, and carefully looked through his memories in Feng Yuheng's soul.

"Found it...... Here it is. Cheng Yuan opened his eyes and smiled, pausing at the moment when Lu Qiming was reciting the Divine Killing Technique, but he had not been interrupted by the stone man.

Then he swiped his finger lightly and said with a smile, "Slash." ”

In an instant, all of Feng Yuheng's memories after that moment were erased.

"What is better to change," Cheng Yuan fingered at the blank space on Feng Yuheng's soul, and muttered: "Let's just say...... 'Later, when Qiming was close to success, Cheng Yuan finally paid a certain price and fled to the inner realm, while Qiming protected the students of the Daoist Academy who had returned to Zhongzhou and were no longer in the ancient battlefield'. ”

After casually making up a few simple words, Cheng Yuan let go of Feng Yuheng's soul and put it back, stared at those blank eyes fixedly, and said slowly: "As for you, Feng Yuheng, you rejected Qiming's suggestion to return with you, and entered the ancient battlefield alone. You have to find Cheng Yuan, who was seriously injured and hiding, kill him with your own hands, and avenge your son Yuan Zhao. ”

With Cheng Yuan's deep voice, the confusion in Feng Yuheng's eyes gradually faded, and turned into coldness and hatred again.

"Alright," Cheng Yuan smiled slightly and patted his forehead, "Let's go sleep first." ”

Feng Yuheng's eyes quickly closed, and his body relaxed his strength. Cheng Yuan waved his hand and threw him on a random chair and left it alone.

"Master," the stone man on the side suddenly spoke. He looked at the light curtain and said, "There is something going on over there. ”

Cheng Yuan looked back at the past and couldn't help frowning, "Incompetent, why did you still let him find it!"

Shi Ren looked at it for a while and said, "Lu Qiming may not be able to deal with it." ”

"Of course he can't handle it. Cheng Yuan sneered, his eyes swept over the dagger next to him that had not yet been refined, and his expression hesitated slightly.

"Forget it," he shook his hand impatiently, and said to himself, "I still have to go and take care of that trouble for Lu Qiming first." ”

Shi Daodao: "Why don't you go with me?"

"I'll go personally. Cheng Yuan shook his head, pointed to the dagger suspended in the spiritual fire, and said, "You just need to show me this." ”

After speaking, Cheng Yuan's figure has disappeared in place.

The stone man withdrew his gaze from the open space, and looked at the bloodsucking blade in the firelight for a long time, and his fingers moved, but in the end he did not change in the slightest.

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