Zhang Yuanhao's heart and blood were separated from his body, and the breath on his body immediately became a little weaker.

Painstaking efforts are the foundation of a monk, and ordinary monks who have perfected their qi can squeeze out up to four to six drops of their blood, and if they do more, it will hurt the roots, and even regress in the realm, damaging their longevity.

Deng Jing's withered arms burst out with green tendons, and his palms were still moving on the blazing furnace ding, and after a while, his old voice came: "Zhang Protector, immediately release your spiritual sense, feel the embryo in the furnace, and establish contact with it!"

Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual sense spread out, poured into the huge oven, and suddenly felt a burst of heat.

In a blazing vast sea of qi, there was a rough embryo of a knife-shaped magic weapon suspended, the crimson blade was still formed, and as soon as the spiritual sense party touched the embryo, there was a feeling of blending water and milk.

"Zhang Protector, the embryo is fused with the blood of your heart, as long as you carve a brand on the embryo with your spiritual sense, this artifact will become your natal artifact, and its power will be doubled in your hands!" Deng Jing's voice reached Zhang Yuanhao's ears.

After Zhang Yuanhao listened, the spiritual sense wrapped the embryo and slowly penetrated.

One after another mysterious and complex imprints rose in the vast sea of qi, constantly branding into the crimson embryo, and the spiritual sense continued to consume, Zhang Yuanhao felt a wave of tiredness from the depths of his soul, almost making him fall, but he pressed it and kept imprinting on the embryo. It wasn't until a new feeling suddenly came from Zhihai that he understood that this natal artifact had been completed.

As soon as his mind moved, he could sense the embryo coiling in the furnace of the earth.

The spiritual sense retracted into the sea of consciousness, and Zhang Yuanhao felt a deep tiredness, which made his eyelids heavy.

"Protector Zhang, your spiritual sense consumption is very large, and you will hand it over to me next!"

Deng Jing's voice intermittently came into Zhang Yuanhao's mind. Hearing this, Zhang Yuanhao's heart was relieved, his eyes were closed, and he lay straight on the ground.

......

By the time Zhang Yuanhao woke up groggy, it was already evening. Seeing him open his eyes, there was a sudden movement beside him, and a surprised voice sounded: "Master, you are awake!"

Zhang Yuanhao raised his head and looked to the side, it turned out to be Long Xin, this little girl has been guarding here.

"What's the matter, why am I here, Elder Deng Jing of the Casting Sect?" Zhang Yuanhao shook his head and asked.

"Elder Deng has been away for half an hour, and he and a few disciples from the Refining Workshop sent you back. ”

Long Xin snapped his fingers as delicate as green onion white and said in a soft voice.

"By the way, Elder Deng also said that Master, your magic weapon has been refined for you, and it will be placed on the table over there!"

Zhang Yuanhao was overjoyed, so he looked in the direction Long Xin pointed.

On the small round table is a long red knife about three feet long, the blade is like a red jade flawless, engraved with countless fine magic circles, like a goose feather, the spine is slightly curved, and the handle is slender and warm.

Zhang Yuanhao got up, walked to the table, held the knife in his hand, and suddenly found that there was a strange touch in the palm of his hand, and the blade of the knife actually had a feeling like an arm.

"It's worthy of being a natal weapon!"

Zhang Yuanhao sighed in admiration, and his fingers gently brushed the goose-like pattern on the knife body.

"The blade is red, and the goose feather is decorated, so it's better to call it the red feather knife!" Zhang Yuanhao said with a smile.

Long Xin clapped his palm: "Good name!"

Zhang Yuanhao nodded, then turned his head to look at Long Xin: "Have you completed your task today?"

Long Xin suddenly looked like an eggplant, his little face became bitter, and he muttered in a very small voice: "No, I know how to cultivate in one day, and I'm annoyed!"

The corners of Zhang Yuanhao's mouth twitched, and he frowned: "Then what are you still doing here, why don't you go and meditate quickly!"

Long Xin had a bitter face, slowly moved his steps, and glanced back from time to time, seeing Zhang Yuanhao staring at him expressionlessly, the expression on his face was even more aggrieved. finally walked to the door, but he still hesitated and refused to leave.

"Master, you have to remember to promise Xiao Xin!" Long Xin said this, immediately opened the door and ran, without even bringing the door.

Zhang Yuanhao shook his head with a wry smile and closed the door.

Meditate overnight.

Due to the relatively large consumption of spiritual sense, Zhang Yuanhao had to supplement spiritual consciousness through meditation. He didn't have any elixirs like the Soul Nourishing Pill, so he could only rely on this method.

The next day, Zhang Yuanhao was still immersed in cultivation, except for spending some more time meditating and recovering, the rest of the time was spent practicing the Blue Fire Sword and the Cylene Fire Thunder Yuzheng.

There is no sun and moon in cultivation, and the cold does not know the year. Half a moon passed in a blink of an eye, and Zhang Yuanhao's progress was also quite large, and he thought of a way to use wooden boxes to ripen a large number of tranquilizing herbs. Although this herb is not a rare material, it is very rare and has the effect of restoring spiritual consciousness. Relying on this batch of tranquilizing herbs, Zhang Yuanhao quickly recovered his spiritual sense damage as before.

In addition, he also cultivated two high-level spells to the point of getting a first glimpse of the doorway, especially the "Blue Fire Knife", with the assistance of the Red Feather Knife, the cultivation is even more effective with half the effort, and the power is outstanding.

Now he has at least a few notches higher in strength than when he fought with Lu Jiansheng of the Yi Yan Sword Sect before. If Lu Jiansheng's strength was as he had seen last time, and he didn't hide it, then he would have absolutely sure of killing him.

And like the Lingguang faction, Wu Gan and Liu Haoran, who are almost the same as the original in his strength, can no longer be compared with him. Even if the two of them go together, Zhang Yuanhao is sure to win.

The power of a high-level magic weapon, and a natal magic weapon, cannot be underestimated.

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On a sunny day, the empty mountains are secluded, and Yuanhao Peak is as peaceful as ever. Just as Zhang Yuanhao closed his eyes tightly and immersed himself in cultivation, a panicked voice sounded.

"Master, it's not good, something is wrong!"

The voice of the eldest disciple Lin Feng came in a hurry, and then there was a "creaking" sound of pushing the door.

Zhang Yuanhao opened his eyes, looked at Lin Feng with an anxious face, and said in a deep voice: "Why are you so panicked?"

Lin Feng took a breath: "Master, the Yi Yan Sword Sect is here!"

Yi Yan Sword Sect!

As soon as Zhang Yuanhao heard these four words, a sharp light suddenly shot out of his eyes, and the figure sitting cross-legged quickly stood up.

"How many people, how many foundation building monks?"

Zhang Yuanhao walked out of the room and asked Lin Feng, who was following him in a gloomy tone.

Lin Feng hesitated for a moment, and then muttered, "There is only one person." ”

Zhang Yuanhao's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he asked in a cold tone: "But a young man who has practiced qi and cultivated at the eighth level?"

Lin Feng thought for a moment and said, "It's indeed a young man, but his cultivation is ...... It's the ninth layer of Qi training!"

Zhang Yuanhao's eyes narrowed, and a chill permeated.

......

Aura, on the Giant Spirit Peak.

Lu Jiansheng stood with his sword in his hand, facing the six foundation building monks in front of him, without fear, and even with a hint of playfulness on his face.

Except for the Great Elder and the Six Elders, all the other elders in the gate, including the Sect Master, were all present, and the existence of the six Foundation Building Realms was floating in the air, and the halos of various spiritual powers were mixed, which was quite spectacular.

"Master Lu, I don't know what you have to do with my Lingguang Sect?" Sun Fei asked in a deep voice, and the cultivation of the Foundation Building Realm was unobstructed, quite impressive.

"I'll find a guy and kill him!"

The blood-colored long sword in Lu Jiansheng's hand touched the ground, and although his voice was clear, he always felt that it revealed a chill in his ears.