A month has passed, Chu Ziheng has not returned to the Martial Mansion, in Wang Jia and Wang B, nine times out of ten they have died outside, how can a kid in the middle of the congenital period survive alone for so long in the desolate forest? Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Therefore, Wang Jia and the three of them reported to the school that the team encountered the impact of the demon beast tide outside, Chu Ziheng, Zhou Hu, and Li Mubai were killed on the spot, and only the three of them escaped desperately. In order to look more convincing, the trio also scarred themselves.

Yuanchen didn't want to believe such a thing, so he went to question Wang An, but Wang An was also vague and couldn't justify himself, so Yuanchen asked the school to investigate the matter thoroughly. Not only Yuanchen, but in fact, some elders also had doubts about this, such a demon died unexpectedly before it could shine, which was undoubtedly an unbearable pain for the Wu Mansion, so they decided to search the soul to find out the truth.

But the Wang family tried their best to obstruct it, this is an outstanding disciple of the Wang family, soul searching may cause irreversible damage to their brains, and the Wang family will never sit idly by and watch such a thing happen.

Everyone knows that this matter has a lot to do with the Wang family, and it is very likely that the Wang family sniped Chu Ziheng, but this kind of speculation can only be kept in their hearts, and no one is willing to pierce this layer of window paper. A dead demon is no longer a demon, and it is not worth offending a family that can be called the mainstay of the alliance. In the end, the matter had to be settled.

A bloodstained figure leaned against the trunk of a tree to adjust his breathing, and muttered to himself, "Fifty-ninth." ”

Unkempt, his eyes are red, and his chin is stubble, it is difficult to recognize that this is Chu Ziheng, for a month, he has been spending time in crazy battles and cultivation, swimming aimlessly in the endless forest sea, and when he senses the breath of a powerful demon beast, he makes a detour, so overall, it is considered to be dangerous.

Usually, even if it is a nap, the halberd does not leave the body, and he does not dare to relax for a moment. Under such a high-intensity cultivation, the consumption of soul power is extremely huge, and even an iron man will inevitably be unable to stand it.

Counting the one that had just died, there were already fifty-nine innate demon beasts that had died in his hands, Chu Ziheng absorbed the flesh and blood essence with ease, took off the animal skin and tendons, and turned around to change places.

Even the demon beasts in the late innate stage were no longer able to meet Chu Ziheng's cultivation needs, but with his current strength, he was not able to kill the demon beasts of the Ning Dan realm, so the current killing was purely to earn points.

After a few dodges, Chu Ziheng came to a place in the shade, and after repeatedly confirming that there were no demon beasts following, he turned into a pair of spiritual powers, picked up the surface, jumped in, and quickly restored the surface and covered it with a thick layer of fallen leaves. From the outside, there is no clue at all, this is Chu Ziheng's habitat. Although it was damp, cold, and dark underground, it was not a big problem for the monks.

Chu Ziheng was bored and teased a scorpion that fell in a daze, the scorpion hated to bite, and he couldn't help Chu Ziheng. Chu Ziheng said confusedly: "I don't know what year and month it will take to get out of this forest sea... Do you really want me to die in the mountains and forests..."

He kept rubbing a bronze short sword in his hand, and the lines on it were complex and shining, and many runes imprinted on it could only be seen roughly. This bronze dagger is the same flying sword that he won in the hunting tournament. It's not a way to spend it in this ghost place like this, Chu Ziheng's eyes gradually became firm, and he could only gamble for the sake of today, to see if this flying sword could be used...

Chu Ziheng tried to input the true yuan energy into the flying sword, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, there was no response at all, it was strange, could it be that this amount was not enough to activate the flying sword?

Chu Ziheng continued to input, the sword body began to tremble slightly, Chu Ziheng raised his eyebrows, he still didn't believe in evil! It wasn't until the input amount was about to reach the threshold of a congenital early stage cultivator's true yuan strength that the flying sword began to float in the air, and he felt the flying sword's response.

"This flying sword is weird!" Chu Ziheng's heart was extremely shocked. No matter how much he didn't understand, he knew that the True Yuan Energy needed to urge the flying sword would definitely not need so much. Unless...

Chu Ziheng shook his head and sneered: "Hmph! I want to see what is strange about you." ”

Immediately cut the index finger, squeezed out a drop of essence blood about to drip on the sword body, the bronze flying sword violently shook and hummed, it was actually spiritually broke free of the palm, flew around the underground cave again and again, and then about to break through the soil layer, escape the "clutches". Chu Ziheng had expected it, and waved his hand like lightning to imprison it.

"This is actually a spiritual magic weapon!" Chu Ziheng looked at the flying sword that was still struggling, his eyes flashed, this flying sword was by no means an ordinary thing, it was not at all a small innate monk who could forge it, it must have been created by a high-level monk with all his heart, and by chance, it fell into the hands of an innate junior. The unlucky ghost who died in his hands didn't discover the secret of this flying sword, and he couldn't exert the true power of this flying sword at all, otherwise it would be unknown who would have killed the deer!

Chu Ziheng was full of divine power, no matter how much the flying sword struggled, it was useless, he took out a mouthful of true yuan strength to wrap the sword body, his hand kept moving, and he tried to smear his essence blood on the cold sword blade, but he still didn't get the slightest response.

"Still not good?"

This is also the first time he has practiced magic weapons, and it is inevitable that he will be a little rusty, but there is no one around him to guide him on what to do next, so everything can only be explored by himself.

With one hand firmly pressing the flying sword to the ground, the other hand supporting his chin, he tried his best to search for the only cultivation knowledge in his mind. I really found a way to deal with it in "Elementary Rune Technique".

The more spiritual the magic weapon, the more difficult it is to be subdued, in terms of Chu Ziheng's current cultivation realm, wanting to sacrifice this flying sword is tantamount to a fool's dream, only if the sword goes sideways, and the flying sword is sacrificed with the method of blood sacrifice to have a slight chance of success. And this kind of shortcut also has great side effects, once the magic weapon is damaged, its owner will also be greatly counterattacked, and it is normal for a body of cultivation to fall into several realms.

With the explanation in his memory, Chu Ziheng bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a cloud of blood mist full of true vitality, his hands flew up, pinched the seal one after another, gathered the blood mist, and drew a rune in the shape of a villain in midair. As soon as the runes were formed, the red light was pressing, and the blood was dripping. Chu Ziheng's eyes froze, and with a slap of his right hand, he quickly pushed the rune towards the flying sword.

Suddenly, something happened, and the bronze flying sword trembled even more violently, and the blood-colored runes were scattered in the air. Chu Ziheng was not discouraged by this, because this flying sword was the only way for him to get out of the boundless forest sea.

Chu Ziheng said viciously: "If you don't obey again, I will pee on you!" However, this flying sword still showed no signs of calming down, and it seemed that the communication had failed.

In desperation, Chu Ziheng spewed out a mouthful of blood mist again, sealed it again, and tried to imprint his mark on the sword, but he still failed...

I don't know how many hours have passed, Chu Ziheng spit out dozens of mouthfuls of blood mist, no matter how strong his hematopoietic ability is, he can't withstand such consumption! Is it really that he is a mobile blood bank? Chu Ziheng has no blood, and his body is so weak that he almost wants to fall. He was already in the late stage of his cultivation, and he also felt exhausted.

With Chu Ziheng's unremitting efforts, although the flying sword was still unwilling to give in, the frequency of trembling was no longer so high, and he could no longer hear the high-pitched humming sound as before, at least it was a big progress.

Chu Ziheng gritted his teeth, and his heart was also ruthless: "! Lao Tzu doesn't believe it!" A pat of the Qiankun bag, took out the only few lower-grade spirit stones, and used them to absorb the spiritual energy to supplement consumption, clenched his right hand into a fist, pounded it on his chest fiercely, spewed out a mouthful of blood, and continued to practice...

The sun and moon have changed several times on the ground, but Chu Ziheng under the ground has been sacrificing flying swords day and night, and a few lower-grade spirit stones have been drained of spiritual energy and turned into a pile of white powder.

Chu Ziheng obviously lost a lot of weight, his face was like paper, fortunately, he was a hard-working person, and the sky did not live up! The unruly flying sword met the more fierce Chu Ziheng, after all, the edges and corners were smoothed out alive, and he no longer struggled, and was branded by Chu Ziheng with his own mark.

The moment the blood-colored runes were printed on the bronze flying sword, the lines on the sword body seemed to come to life all of a sudden, starting from the hilt of the sword, a golden light meandered upward, until the tip of the sword, the entire sword body flashed with beautiful golden patterns, and then, the sword body trembled suddenly, became a few points larger, and made a crisp and pleasant sword sound.

Chu Ziheng clearly felt that he already had an inexplicable connection with this flying sword, and the blood sacrifice method was finally successful!

The flying sword happily flew around Chu Ziheng again and again, and gently rubbed Chu Ziheng a few times, as if he had seen his family, showing deep attachment to Chu Ziheng. Chu Ziheng beckoned, and the flying sword flew into Chu Ziheng's hand.

Chu Ziheng erected the sword body, looked at this flying sword carefully, and couldn't help but feel excited, this is his first magic weapon in the true sense! The sword body is two feet and three inches long, the sword is as wide as two inches, and the hilt is in the shape of a skull.

Chu Ziheng's mind also had the information of this sword: Hundred Ghosts.

Chu Ziheng squinted his eyes and muttered, "Are you called a hundred ghosts..."

On this day, the ground that had been silent for a long time burst open, and several young beasts wandering nearby were so frightened by this earth-shattering noise that they trembled, roared helplessly, and retreated again and again.

In the deep pit of the explosion, a black-haired young man jumped out, although there was no murderous aura on his body, but the aura of the late innate stage still suppressed them to the ground.

This person is Chu Ziheng, looking at the long-lost sunshine, breathing in the fresh air, and there is a trace of fresh blood on his pale face.

"Huh?" Chu Ziheng noticed a few frightened little beasts, which looked very cute, but he didn't embarrass them, walked over and touched them affectionately, revealing a warm smile like a spring breeze.

But as soon as they saw Chu Ziheng grinning and showing his teeth, these little beasts thought that Chu Ziheng was going to eat them, and they were directly stunned.

"Uh... Not really..."Chu Ziheng touched his nose and smiled dumbly. Taking a deep breath, he sacrificed the Hundred Ghost Sword, turned into a flying rainbow, and rose from the sky...