With the blood word on his head, Fang Shiyu found that the surging blood qi in his body had been calmed down, but the attraction of the external formation was getting stronger and stronger, and finally there was a "pop" sound, as if he had pierced the window paper. The tiger's mouth point in the palm of Fang Shiyu's right hand suddenly cracked, and immediately after, a blood spring gushed out from the tiger's mouth.

This frightened Fang Shiyu a lot: "I'm not going to fucking be the first traverser to hang up because of excessive blood loss, right?"

The blood flow was like cutting the major artery, Fang Shiyu knew that if he continued like this, he would have to become a dry corpse if he didn't die, but he couldn't stop the bleeding. The only thing he could do was to ensure that the blood and blood in his body did not flow out too much, and the blood character divine text on the top of his head also emitted a blood light very powerfully, trying his best to help Fang Shiyu keep the blood and qi in his body.

In the end, the two sides formed a tug-of-war, the blood gushed out from the tiger's mouth, and was sucked back, the formation attracted more, and it was forced to gush out, and so repeatedly jumped sideways, and there were some colorful flames watching the play next to it.

Cyan, white, red, fuchsia, pale green, and even black.... These were the spiritual fires left in the sword-casting furnace, and Fang Shiyu couldn't call their names at this time, of course, he knew that when the last golden flame surged up from under Fang Shiyu's buttocks, the tug-of-war of blood and qi came to an end.

The golden flame enveloped the rest of the spiritual fire and flew towards Fang Shiyu's gushing blood.

The flames began to refine blood qi and blood, and after dozens of breaths, the blood qi and blood actually solidified from the original gas and liquid form into a simple blood-colored long sword.

The long sword was restrained, and only then did the pulling force of the formation disappear without a trace, and the flames in the sword-casting furnace also subsided, and some dazed heads laboriously lifted the lid of the furnace and climbed up, and there was the scene that Fang Huo had just seen.

The fire carried Fang Shiyu to a cold jade, this jade was a rare treasure of the fire, and he was reluctant to come here to rest on weekdays.

Huo Yan looked at the blood-colored long sword in Fang Shiyu's hand, he was almost so excited that he burst into tears, Huo Yan held the long sword in both hands and buckled and bowed to a direction: "Patriarch of the Liedai, I didn't expect that I Huo Yan actually saw the Blood Refining Sword today, and my Qingyunmen has been saved so far!"

Fang Daniu on the side looked at the fire and cried and worshipped, he was anxious, thinking that Fang Shiyu was no longer good, and he also cried.

"Young Master, you can't just die! You are the only bloodline of the Fang family, how can I explain to the master when you die?

Fang Daniu was crying while looking at the hairless young master, he thought that the young master died so miserably, there was nothing left, come and go.

Just when Fang Da Niu was crying and mourning, the word "blood" on the top of Fang Shiyu's head quietly shattered and drilled into his Divine Gate Acupoint, not long after, Fang Shiyu woke up leisurely, if he remembered correctly, Fang Da Niu cried for him more than once, and last time he was still talking about burning the big ass paper man, this time he didn't say it?Forget what am I, young master?... Phew, no, no, I'm not fucking dead!

Fang Shiyu didn't care about his naked body, he sat up from the jade bed suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and with a move of his hand, the blood-colored long sword that was originally held in the hand of the fire suddenly trembled, and then flew towards Fang Shiyu's hand.

Fang Shiyu's eyes converged, this was a three-foot-long sword, without a scabbard, it was as smooth as himself, the sword was three feet long, and it was the same as the Longquan Sword in his previous life, but on the sword body, there was a blood light that jumped and a few wisps of flames that could not be detected.

"Blood Refining Flying Sword, owner: Fang Shiyu, maneuver range, three zhang in radius!(identified)"

Sanzhang, that is, ten meters, a sentence that came out of the system in his mind made Fang Shiyu probably understand what was going on, he entered the sword casting furnace this time, and obviously succeeded, although it was quite tortuous, but he got a very strange sword.

The main material of the sword is his blood and blood qi, Fang Shiyu can drive it as he wants within a radius of three zhang at the cost of consuming blood qi, although the range of the flying sword envoy is much smaller than that of the foundation building realm, which is often hundreds of zhang or even thousands of zhang, but after all, it is a flying sword, and it is also a flying sword that an acquired martial artist can envoy.

For Fang Shiyu himself, he didn't have any feelings, in his mind, this was the cultivation world, and of course it was normal for some unreasonable things to appear.

But in the eyes of fire, this is a thing that can change the pattern of the world. Seeing Fang Shiyu recall the flying sword, he knew that the blood refining flying sword had really succeeded, the old man didn't care about his face, licked his face and begged Fang Shiyu: "Boy, give me this flying sword, if you fancy anything in my cave mansion, just move it!"

Fang Shiyu shook his head and refused, he was not stupid, it seemed that this flying sword would be his life's thing in the future, just like the real name of the foundation building realm, flying sword, and Fang Shiyu felt that even if he wanted to, he couldn't give it, this sword left him three zhang away, and it automatically dissipated into blood and blood mist.

Fang Shiyu's thought moved, and the blood sword turned into a visible blood qi in Fang Shiyu's hand, and the blood qi flowed back into Fang Shiyu's tiger's mouth, and a looming "sword" appeared in Fang Shiyu's mind and palm at the same time.

This font is the same as "ruthless", "blood" and "sword" verve.

Fang Shiyu's mind moved, the word "sword" disappeared in his hand, and the blood qi long sword appeared in his hand again.

As soon as Huo Yan saw it, his eyes burst out, he really wanted to kill Fang Shiyu with a hammer and snatch his long sword to study, but he knew that as soon as Fang Shiyu died, the qi and blood long sword would definitely disappear. He never expected that Fang Shiyu would be able to succeed!

Huo Yan turned his head to look at Fang Da Niu, as if he had thought of something. Fang Shiyu knew the meaning of the fire, and he immediately said solemnly: "Fang Da Niu is not suitable for sword refining at the moment. ”

"You care about me, he is my apprentice, and if I let him refine him, he will be refined. ”

"Then he won't apprentice, Fang Daniu, let's go!"

Fang Shiyu got up and walked out, he knew the danger, he could survive, one was the method of "refining blood", and the other was the word "blood" that Hun Qiu drew for him, only by combining his two things, Fang Shiyu would let Fang Da Niu give it a try. The method of refining blood is easy to say, but the word "blood" requires 20,000 wishes.

At this time, Fang Shiyu couldn't afford to pay, and Hun Qiu was unwilling to take credit.

Seeing that Fang Shiyu was leaving, Huo Yan immediately became anxious, suddenly, a huge silver-white iron hammer flew out from behind him, others built the foundation to control the sword, and he controlled the iron hammer, don't look at the iron hammer is not good-looking, but its power is not to be underestimated, who has ever seen the cook starve his own? Huo Yan is a famous refining master in the Qingyun Continent, and his treasure is naturally piled up with countless rare treasures.

"This is the old man's cave, who can go out without my permission?"

Fang Shiyu sneered: "Elder Huo, it is difficult for a strong man, this is the style of Elder Qingyun Sect? Aren't you afraid that I will go to the Qingyun Hall and ring the heaven-shattering drum so that the world can see your face?"

Fang Shiyu, who was familiar with the rules of the sect, had always had doubts about the use of the sky-shaking drum, after all, this immortal sect was about the respect of strength, what was the use of learning from the mortal yamen to make a drum to sound grievances? If this old mallet did not give up, he did not recommend trying to see if the sky-shaking drum was useful.

As soon as these words came out, Huo Yan paused, and his expression was solemn: "The heaven-shaking drum is the weight of the sect, representing the majesty and justice of the sect! That will make how many old people recover and lose their longevity, if you want to go, then the old man might as well beat you to death now!"

"Elder?" Fang Shiyu had heard a little, the legend was that the elders of the sect who were about to run out of longevity and stayed in the special secret realm, they were the last strength of the sect, and they were also the forces behind the sect that restrained the head of the sect. Some of them are former elders or even sect masters of the sect, and they usually don't ask about the sect, but once the earth-shaking drum remembers, there will be elders who will go out to preside over justice.

Depending on the size of the matter, several elderly people are revived at a time, and the resurrected person, if he leaves the secret realm, he will not be able to go back, and he can only exhaust his longevity and die. The elder is the treasure of a sect, and it is also one of the reasons why Qingyunmen can gain a foothold in the Nine Sects with a golden pill. Fang Shiyu didn't understand, he burned and understood, so no matter how big the contradiction was over the years, no one dared to disturb the elders.

Fang Shiyu didn't expect that he was talking nonsense casually, and he actually frightened this old man, and the fire was also in a hurry to reveal the secret in the sky-shaking drum.

"It's useless for you to kill me! Fang Da Niu would never be able to devote himself to the Sword Forging Furnace. That's not sword refining, that's looking for death!"

"Boy, do you know what it means when the Sword of Qi and Blood is born? That means that the change in the pattern of the world means that thousands of martial artists have the ability to compete with cultivators when they are at a low level. Just like practicing the Qi Realm can make the flying sword, hundreds or thousands of acquired martial artists will launch the sword of qi and blood together, not to mention building the foundation, even the top master in the golden pill, Yuan Dan, will have to die. ”

"That's amazing! But that's my business!"

He understands what Huo Yan said, but when he thinks that one person will have 20,000 wish power points, ten people will have 200,000, 10,000 people, forget it, Fang Shiyu doesn't think about it, it's too much too lazy to calculate, it's not good for him to do something else with that wish power? Maybe the benefits of bribing the muddy ball may be more.

Fang Shiyu said a word, but he was speechless.

"Don't you want to take revenge, do you want to revive your Fang family? With this sword of qi and blood, when you set up a new Fang family iron horse, this time you will definitely be able to sweep the world, and you will have to carry shoes for any five kingdoms and nine sects in the world. Now you just need to work out with the old man, and then you will be the co-master of the world!"

The co-lord of the world or something, Fang Shiyu still sounds good, when he goes to the high mountain, everyone worships him, isn't it willing to spend his strength. But Fang Shiyu just thought about it, and he had to look at the actual situation when he dreamed? Now he is just a little shrimp who is acquired martial arts, his ancestor Fang Xing, is Bao Dan invincible and strong?

The thief is strong, and he has turned nine out of ten doors in the world, and the remaining eight doors shrink as turtles. But it's not dead? Is the martial god who left the Da Luo Immortal Mirror strong? It is said that he is the big guy who stepped on the starry sky and the ten thousand worlds, but in the end, he still hiccuped!

Fang Shiyu didn't think about it so much, he just wanted no one to trouble him, and after cultivating, he walked around, took a walk with the beautiful fairy, ate, and talked about the dream of the starry sky. Life is supposed to be like this! He doesn't want or want a co-owner or something.

Of course, sometimes things are not just what you want, for example, someone thinks about the Martial Ancestor treasure behind Fang Shiyu, and the old man with the hammer in front of him is thinking about Fang Shiyu's blood and energy.

This world is so unfair, you don't want to cause trouble, and things will come to you!

"Elder Huo, I, I just want to be a salted fish and live a good life!