"Of course, didn't you say it, the memory is especially deep, it's just that the Wei Xiao used by your hands is too weak. Hehe, no wonder you have such a powerful origin power, it is actually related to the Phoenix Clan, you must have practiced the Phoenix Clan's method of refining the origin power, right? God help me, soon, everything of yours will belong to me, your power, your various secret methods!" In the end, the words coming from the magic sword were tinged with a kind of nervousness, and the ground continued to crack everywhere. The ground full of cracks soon could no longer support this building, the ancestral hall of the Xia Quan family, this ordinary hut collapsed suddenly, leaving only the blood-colored pattern trapped by Yunchen and the magic sword.

As soon as the hut collapsed, Xia Quan, Xia Buli and the others, who were rushing over from afar, sped up their pace, looking back from time to time to urge the people behind them to speed up.

"Demon Spirit, how many people do you want this time?" Xia Buli shouted, he had already evacuated the outsiders everywhere, and he was not afraid that anyone would find out about him.

The magic sword responded, "The more self, the better." ”

"Someone, take the Blade Clan's prisoners of war!" Xia Buli nodded, waving his hand to signal the people behind him to escort the Blade Clan forward.

A column of Blade Clan prisoners of war who were chained in chains, and before they could understand what was happening, they had been cut down in a pool of blood by Xia Buli's own soldiers. Wisps of blood were pulled by the power of the magic sword on the ground and converged towards the blood-colored pattern, and the blood-colored pattern shone with even more red light. The blood-stained bodies of the POWs quickly withered and shriveled, and eventually only air-dried skins remained.

"Not enough! at least two hundred of them have to get me more blood and qi!" sucked the qi and blood of more than twenty people, and the appetite of the magic sword was obviously not satisfied.

Yunchen felt the pressure and restraint on his body increase in an instant, and at this time he couldn't even straighten his waist.

"Xia Quan, Xia Bu Li!" Yun Chen shouted, "If I get out of trouble, the first thing I will do is to kill you!"

Xia Quan said with a mocking smile: "You have already said this...... It's just a dying throe. ”

"Quick, bring all the prisoners of war over! The war slaves from the beast field are also here!" Xia Buli ordered an old man dressed as a steward beside him.

Yunchen slowly straightened his waist and shouted loudly: "Xia Yutong, hurry up and take a hand!"

Xia Quan and Xia Buli were both taken aback, they had indeed emptied the people around here with an excuse, the so-called thief had a weak heart, and no one could afford the crime of colluding with monsters, they were afraid that Yunchen's voice would attract people.

"Demon Spirit, you can't let him speak, if someone finds out about this, we all have to finish playing!" Xia Buli lowered his voice and reminded the Demon Sword.

Without Xia Buli's orders, the magic sword didn't want to expose its existence right now, and its sword body emitted purple light, instantly dispersing the layer of phoenix true fire that wrapped around it. When the purple light emitted from the sword's body fell into the blood-colored pattern, the entire blood-colored pattern immediately disappeared, and the movement inside could no longer be transmitted outside.

"He mentioned Yutong just now, right?" When Yunchen's voice could no longer come out, Xia Buli looked at Xia Quan with a strange face and asked.

Xia Quan nodded, indicating that he heard correctly, "That's right, it's indeed her, it seems that he and his aunt are acquainted." ”

"Let someone bring her over!" Although he didn't like that daughter very much, Xia Buli felt the need to figure out her relationship with Yunchen.

"Okay. Xia Quan nodded, and immediately ordered the people around him to leave and bring people over, even if the other party was his own aunt, since Xia didn't leave, he didn't bother to care about anyone's life or death.

Xia Buli's personal soldiers and dead soldiers quickly drove a group of human bodies to this side, and as soon as they arrived, they immediately attacked. The prisoners of war and war slaves were bound by chains, and they were unable to organize a strong resistance, and a group of people soon collapsed in a pool of blood.

The crowd of people who fell on the ground in a pool of blood, dead, not dead, and the blood in their bodies were gathered together by an inexplicable force and merged into the magic sword. The flesh and bones of the bloodshed people were also stirred into a stream of red gas, which gradually melted into the magic sword, leaving only the dried old skin in place.

"No matter what your idea is, it's too late to stop as soon as possible, don't force me!" Yun Chen struggled to resist the pressure of the power from the magic sword, the corners of his mouth were already bleeding, and there was no other way to go, if the magic sword didn't stop everything, he could only maximize the power of the imprint, and manage the sequelae.

"Don't dream, you're here to make me! Tremble, I like the soul of fear the most, listening to the cry of the soul is my greatest preference!" The magic sword fused into the flesh and blood souls of more than two hundred people, and its strength skyrocketed a little, and it was now extremely eager to immediately integrate Yunchen into its main sword body. It's just that Yunchen has a layer of Xuanhuang Qi on his body, which makes it impossible to get his hands on it for a while, Yunchen's Phoenix True Fire is indeed very weak for it, and it can't even cause its damage, what makes it angry is the layer of Xuanhuang Qi emanating from Yunchen's body, which is what really feels tricky.

"What kind of damn power is this?" Under the protection of Xuanhuang Qi, the magic sword could not tear Yunchen's blood qi and soul out of its body, it was extremely angry, and roared for a while before yelling at Xia Buli and the others outside.

"I want more people! hurry up the blood sacrifice, hurry up and sacrifice to me, damn it, it's almost there, go get someone for me!" Yun Chen's words could not be transmitted outside, and the magic sword was not affected in any way.

"Demon spirit, how many more people do you need? All of our prisoners of war and war slaves have already been brought here, and if you move a little bigger, you may attract the attention of others. Xia Buli was a little nervous, he was not afraid of anything, he was afraid that the matter here would leak out.

"When you first cooperated with me, you were not afraid? I see that it is about to be done, as long as I integrate this person into my body and absorb everything from him, the strength I have recovered is enough for you to set foot on this peak, and the whole world is yours! At this time, what are you afraid of?" the magic sword roared angrily, "Help me, you will sit on the supreme throne, and all the people of the world will tremble under your feet! How? Do you really want to bury our good relationship for many years? and destroy it in one fell swoop?"

Before Xia Buli could answer, Xia Quan shouted: "Demon Spirit, our relationship has always been unbreakable, how can it be shaken because of this little thing?...... Come on, go and gather all the servants and slaves, it's all!"

The steward looked at Xia Buli, and here, he only listened to Xia Buli's words.

"Quan'er is right, go and gather everyone! After today, the whole world will tremble under my feet!" Xia Buli will never allow the relationship with the magic sword to be severed like this, isn't it just some people, there are many here.

......

More and more people were driven here, and those dead soldiers and personal soldiers continued to wave their butcher knives, and groups of people fell, and the magic sword aura that continued to gather and ingest the flesh and blood of the living soul became stronger and stronger.

From the very beginning, Yunchen had only resisted the force of the magic sword with all his might, against the pulling force that was intent on tearing him to pieces, and he hadn't really fought back yet, though his return shot might have been a joke.

This book was first published in Reading Books