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Chapter 203: Substitute Spiritism

No one knows exactly how the Spirit Race came into being, and what it will be, not even the Spirit Race itself. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIt's just that with the passage of time, some things have precipitated, and they have become the exclusive domain of the spirit race. If you really want to get to the bottom of it, only that ethereal fairy tree can answer all this, but let the tree speak, it's just nonsense.

The method used to sacrifice the spirit of the general weapon is mostly the traditional method of feeding the spirit, that is, when the weapon is built, the life of the living spirit beast is used to open the blade, so as to absorb the spirit consciousness of the spirit beast that has not yet been dispersed, so as to earn a trace of spirit for the weapon, which is only less than one percent of the spirit consciousness of the dead spirit beast. But even for the sake of this one percent of spiritual sense, I don't know how many spirit beasts I have to kill before I succeed.

More spirit beasts facing death, before they were killed, their spiritual consciousness had already collapsed and was incomplete, and when they were released, they would directly dissipate between heaven and earth, where would they be absorbed by the chaotic weapon. However, the spirit clan is not simple, the people of the spirit clan themselves are spirit bodies, and if they want to sacrifice to the spirit, they can't use it so much trouble.

Zifeng took out the ink knife between dodging left and right, facing a cold light, Zifeng subconsciously blocked the ink knife, and with a 'dang' sound, the edge of the ink knife was cut into more than half an inch, but at this pause, all the surrounding sword shadows were pressed up, although there was pity, the ink knife still swirled around, and there was a 'clanging' sound, and the ink knife in Zifeng's hand instantly became incomplete and scarred......

"Hurry up. Zifeng anxiously urged Xiaoguang, if it continued like this, the ink knife would definitely not be able to support much.

Xiaoguang glanced at Zifeng, "What's the hurry? Can you die? Don't you see that I'm brewing?"

The Void Sword in the center of the Sea of Knowledge, under Xiao Guang's eyes, the sword body began to keep leaking wisps of spiritual power outside, one wisp after another, hovering around Xiao Guang, as if waiting for an order. Zifeng's spiritual power, this time it was actually invoked by Xiaoguang, this is something that has never happened?

Slowly put Xiaoguang's hands in front of his chest, tying complicated hand knots, and in the process, wisps of spiritual power kept wrapping around Xiaoguang's body like a regular one. After a few breaths, Xiaoguang's body was covered with a thin layer of spiritual power, and the knot of his hand was raised upward, and with a 'enter', under a flash of light, Xiaoguang in the sea of knowledge suddenly disappeared.

As soon as Zifeng explored the sea, he was shocked when he didn't see Xiaoguang's figure. Just as he was about to be distracted to search, a familiar voice sounded beside Zifeng, "Don't look for it, I'm in your ink knife, I didn't expect the environment inside your ink knife to be not too bad, not bad, not bad...... "It turns out that what Xiaoguang said about giving spirit to weapons is to use the body as a spirit and become a weapon spirit of a weapon, and Xiaoguang, the spirit of ten thousand years, is very powerful."

However, Zifeng was dripping blood in his heart, and he shouted at Xiaoguang very idiotically, "Who asked you to sacrifice yourself! Do I need you to do this? Get out of here!" In Zifeng's understanding, the art of sacrificing spirits must sacrifice spiritual sense, and Xiaoguang entered the ink knife, wouldn't he sacrifice himself.

Although Zifeng came back to his senses after being like this, his expression was out of control just now, and he was hit by two more swords in the back, and his injuries became serious for a while...... When Zi Feng fixed his gaze on the ink knife, he found that there was a burst of aura around the ink knife, and Wu Lang's spirit snake sword slashed on it, leaving no trace, so Zi Feng smiled......

Residual knife three styles: the wind sweeps the fallen leaves. Circling around Zifeng's body...... The mood became peaceful in an instant, there was no sadness or joy, and there was no wave in the ancient well. There is only one feeling, the ink knife seems to have become his own arm, and it is perfectly integrated at this moment.

The overwhelming sword shadows in the front and back, left and right, were always hesitating outside the ink knife, and it was difficult to get close...... Zifeng's moves seem to be very slow, very slow. But the Spirit Snake Sword, which rushed left and right, jumped up and down in a hurry, every time he thought he had found a gap and was about to wait for an opportunity to attack, the ink knife was always in front of him in the next moment.

In desperation, Wu Lang could only flash to the side, although he was unable to break through, but when he saw Zifeng's whole body, he was covered in blood, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was even worse, "Fight with me, this is the end! ”

Zifeng opened his eyes, and at a glance he could see that Wu Lang's breath was unstable at this time, it must be the Xuanjie Exercise just now, he didn't feel good, admit defeat, right? Joke, Zifeng was a passive defense from beginning to end, and when it was time to attack, Wu Lang would withdraw to end this battle, even if he was willing, Zifeng would not be willing to go back, "If the same words, I will give it to you!"

"I don't know how to lift!" That's right, most of the vitality in Wu Lang's body has been consumed, and there is not much left, I didn't expect that the ordinary young man in front of him could persist for so long under his 'Spirit Snake Nine Flashes', just now, Wu Lang was just looking for an excuse for himself.

So in the eyes of everyone, the two collided fiercely again, and this time, they didn't dodge. The ink knife in Zifeng's hand rose high, jumped up, and 'Qianjun Chop', from mid-air, with the momentum of thunder, slashed down, and the vitality of the whole body boiled, surging madly towards Zifeng's right arm.

Zifeng's right arm was filled with vitality and expanded more than twice as much in an instant, upward, upward, upward...... At the moment when Zifeng's body stopped, the ink knife stretched out in the shape of a full moon, and all the vitality poured into the ink knife at that moment......

There was a low muffled sound, and the range of ten meters under Wu Lang's feet was half a meter when Zifeng's knife was as viscous as ink...... Wu Lang felt the amazing destructive power from Zifeng's ink knife! Without hesitation, the Spirit Snake Sword was across his chest, and when the pressure on his body increased sharply, he forcibly performed a move: the Spirit Snake was entangled, and the Spirit Snake Sword came out of his hand, and it flew quickly around Wu Lang.

The sword shadow ink knife flickered, with the sword momentum of looking at the mountains and rivers, and slashed towards Wu Lang below...... Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and when Zifeng's ink knife slashed above the phantom, that slippery feeling reappeared, but the little light in the ink knife laughed, and his hand knotted, 'Rui!'...... At the tip of the ink knife, a devouring cold light flashed......

Wu Lang's 'Spirit Snake Entanglement' shattered at the moment when the ink knife became sharp, and the spirit snake sword body only delayed for a moment, and then it was knocked away by the ink knife, and when it fell to the ground, it had already lost its original brilliance and became dim......

And at this moment, Wu Lang, who had lost the Spirit Snake Sword, was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, with his mouth wide open, looking at the ink knife from top to bottom with a shocked face. He couldn't believe it, and in a matter of moments, the positions of the two were reversed.

No one had time to stop it, Zifeng's eyes were filled with angry flames, and the ink knife slashed towards Wu Lang's heart......

Wu Xue and his party were dumbfounded, they didn't expect things to develop to this point, if Wu Lang died, then they couldn't escape the involvement, "Don't ......"

A burst of exclamations sounded, but it still didn't stop Zifeng's long-drive ink knife!

"Huh?" ......

(When I accidentally looked at the list today, I unexpectedly found that among the top 500 books clicked, the name of No. 1 appeared in the position of 447.) When I saw this number, I was stupidly happy for a long time, the novel has been written for so long, the first time I clicked on the list of the rankings, I saw the name of No. 1, No. 1 never complained, even if the results were dismal, for the obsession in my heart, I had to finish the book. Thank you book friend god for seeing the number one book, thank you...... ）