Chapter 302: The Brand on the Blood Sword!

You must know that since the acquisition of the Blood Sword, Feng Wanli has not seen the Blood Sword frustrated, and at this time, the Blood Sword stopped in mid-air, and wisps of smoke continued to condense from it.

"Humph!"

A hint of coldness flashed in Feng Wanli's eyes, and he stared at the blood sword in mid-air.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

Wisps of grayish-white gas continued to condense from the sword.

As time passed, the gray-white gas slowly dissipated, and the blood sword in mid-air made a buzzing sound, "stab!" With a sound, the blood sword suddenly fell in mid-air, and the light on it was dim, as if it had been hit hard.

Looking at this scene, Feng Wanli's heart moved slightly, and with a slight wave of his right hand, he saw a buzzing sound from the blood sword on the ground, turning into a bloody ray, and stopped steadily in front of him.

Feng Wanli slowly stretched out his right hand, tightly grasped the blood sword in front of him, lowered his head, and thought silently.

The blood sword did not change much, except for a gray mark on the sword's body, there was no other change in Dao Zai.

"This brand?"

Feng Wanli touched his chin, his eyes were firmly fixed on the blood sword in front of him, and he was extremely puzzled in his heart: "What is this brand, why is it imprinted on this blood sword." ”

"Click! Click!"

At the same time, there was a sudden clicking sound from the coffin in the distance, and then it was clear that there were slender cracks on the coffin.

"It's!"

Feng Wan's color changed slightly, and he couldn't help but look at the coffin in front of him, and then looked down at the blood sword in front of him, and his heart moved slightly: "Could it be that it's all the credit of this brand? ”

"I don't know if it has any effect on the Blood Sword!"

Feng Wanli's eyes flashed with a trace of essence, and the spiritual power in his body continued to pour into the blood sword.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

As the spiritual power poured into the blood sword, the naked eye could see that red-purple light continued to pour out from the blood sword, which was quite dazzling.

"It doesn't affect the infusion of spiritual power!"

Feng Wanli touched his chin, and then it seemed that it would be up to him to see if the power had weakened.

Thinking of this, Feng Wanli waved his right hand vigorously, and the red purple blood sword in his hand instantly turned into a ray of light, and instantly surged onto the huge rock in front of him.

"Click!"

With a crisp click, the boulder in the distance shattered instantly, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into powder and dissipated with the wind.

"There's no gap in power!"

Feng Wanli touched his chin, and for a while he didn't see any big change in his power.

"Forget it!"

Feng Wanli shook his head slightly, since he couldn't see the difference, he wouldn't waste this time anymore, his eyes glanced at the tomb again, and the figure flickered and disappeared in place.

"It's the Hu family's matter, it's time for me to find a time to recover my spiritual power!"

In addition to 10,000 points of life energy, there is not much gain from this trip, and in addition, Feng Wanli also received a curse for no reason, on top of his natal blood sword, so that Feng Wanli has a sense of urgency in his heart, very depressed.

"Alas!"

Feng Wanli harnessed the flying sword, flew towards the east of the city, and sighed lightly: "It's really unlucky." ”

Back in the yamen, Feng Wanli didn't notify anyone, and went into the house alone, sitting cross-legged, his mouth slightly open, wisps of pure white constantly gushing out of his mouth and nose, looking from a distance like a dragon, the spiritual power in his body was agitated.

Time turned, and in the blink of an eye, it was days later.

"Brother Feng Dao!"

At the same time, Yan Chixia appeared in front of Feng Wanli, her dry body, looking at Feng Wanli, and laughed dryly: "Thank you a few days ago." ”

"It's a trifle!"

The corners of Feng Wanli's mouth raised slightly, looked at Yan Chixia opposite, and waved his hand: "It's just a gesture, you don't need to care." ”

"I owe you my life!"

Yan Chixia looked at the wind and thousands of miles, her eyes condensed slightly, and then nodded slowly: "No matter how you look at it, this is what I owe you." ”

The corners of Feng Wanli's mouth raised slightly, and he waved his hand: "You bull temper!"

"Three days later, it will be the day the gate of the netherworld will be opened!"

Suddenly, Yan Chixia's voice changed, looked at Feng Wanli on the other side, and said, "The old demon of Montenegro may take this opportunity to rush out of the netherworld, Brother Feng Dao, can the spiritual power in your body be restored?"

"Three days later!"

Hearing this, Feng Wanli couldn't help but touch his chin, looked at Yan Chixia opposite, and said, "Do you have any news about the opening location?"

Yan Chixia's eyes condensed slightly, and she shook her head: "If you know the location, it won't be so troublesome, I just need to find a fellow Daoist friend in Kunlun Mountain to encircle and suppress it together." ”

"Isn't that looking for a needle in a haystack?"

Feng Wanli was quite disappointed, if he didn't know the trace of the old demon in Montenegro, it would be troublesome.

Yan Chixia chuckled: "But we have an enmity with him, so we should take the initiative to find us." ”

"Huh!"

Feng Wanli raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Yan Chixia, and couldn't help laughing: "You have a really good mentality, if you are caught by the old demon of Montenegro, don't count on me." ”

"Okay!"

Yan Chixia glanced at Feng Wanli, waved her hand and said, "Don't worry, I don't know who will help who at that time." ”

"I still have something to do, let's go first!"

Immediately, Yan Chixia's voice turned slightly, and she walked towards the outside of the house.

Looking at Yan Chixia's back, Feng Wanli gently touched his chin, his mouth opened slightly, and as a blood-colored sword qi flashed, a long blood sword stopped steadily in front of him.

Feng Wanli glanced at the blood sword, looked at the faint curse mark on it, and couldn't help frowning slightly, this spell mark had not disappeared, Feng Wanli's heart was like pressing a stone, very worried.

"Smack!"

Feng Wanli picked up a branch, folded it slightly, and then threw the branch on top of the blood sword.

"Alas!"

Feng Wanli sighed lightly: "Maybe the anomaly of this spell mark can only be discovered during the battle." ”

Three days later, to deal with the old demon of Montenegro, speaking of which, Feng Wanli really has no bottom in his heart, the strength of the old demon of Montenegro must be much stronger than the four demon kings under him, and the cultivation strength is at least in the late stage of the Yuan Infant.

"If this blood sword falls off the chain by then, it will be dangerous. ”

This is actually what Feng Wanli is most worried about, after all, the blood sword is Feng Wanli's biggest killing weapon, and if he drops the chain during the decisive battle with the old demon of Montenegro, it is really extremely dangerous, and it is very likely to die.

"Looks like we'll have to settle this matter ahead of time. ”

Looking at the blood sword, Feng Wanli couldn't help but secretly decide, if he wanted to know the changes in the blood sword, of course, he needed actual combat to know, and in this chatting world, of course, there would be no shortage of mountain spirits and ghosts.

Thinking of this, Feng Wanli's mouth opened slightly, and the blood sword in front of him slowly shrank, turning into a ray of blood, and instantly rushed into Feng Wanli's mouth.