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Chapter 626: Demon Sword Kills the Lord

The blood dripped on the sword body of the bronze sword, and it kept dripping seven or eight drops, and Ye Xiaochuan looked at the bronze sword expectantly with his fingers in his eyes.

Very disappointed, the blood did not seep into the sword body, Ye Xiaochuan was extremely depressed, and thought that he had picked up another artifact-level blood refining magic weapon, but as a result, this fairy sword did not eat his own blood at all.

When he was disappointed and depressed, Ye Xiaochuan suddenly found that something was wrong, and saw that the blood he dripped on the bronze sword seemed to be alive, flowing along the lines carved by the ghost cloud on the sword, just like the river water entering the river, where the blood passed, the lines gradually changed from red yellow to purple, and it seemed that there was still purple light.

Ye Xiaochuan immediately came to his senses again, and even Wang Cai was fluttering over, very interested in what happened on the bronze sword.

The blood soon slid all the lines on one side of the sword body, and the purple light became brighter and brighter, when the sword body on this side was completely soaked in blood, the little blood left automatically rolled down to the other side of the sword body, and continued to flow along the lines of the ghost cloud text, even if Ye Xiaochuan turned the sword upside down, the blood did not drip down, and actually flowed up along the lines.

It's a pity that there is not enough blood, and the blood on the other side of the sword body is not enough with only one-third of the lines flowing.

Ye Xiaochuan felt that the bronze sword still needed blood, cursed a few times, and dropped a few drops on the sword body in distress, thinking that Lao Tzu had so much blood tonight, and he didn't know how many supplements he could make up.

After regaining Ye Xiaochuan's blood, the blood continued to flow along the lines, and soon all the lines on the two sides of the sword were flowed through, and finally began to spread to the hilt of the sword.

When the hilt of the sword was also infected by Ye Xiaochuan's blood, the original bright yellow bronze sword completely turned into a purple sword, the glow was steaming, the aura was radiant, and even with the appearance of the glow, a fierce wind suddenly blew around the cliff, and the whining wind echoed in the valley, just like the sword sound when it awakened after thousands of years of sealing.

Just when Ye Xiaochuan was surprised, the bronze sword in his hand suddenly trembled, he was startled, and hurriedly threw away the bronze sword, but after the bronze sword was on the ground, it immediately bounced and stabbed into the air with a whoosh.

Ye Xiaochuan was ecstatic, now he was really sure that he had really picked up the baby!

However, before he had time to dance and dance in celebration, the bronze sword that was flying in mid-air and emitted purple light actually turned the sword body and stabbed straight towards Ye Xiaochuan with the momentum of thunder.

Ye Xiaochuan's frightened hair immediately stood on end, and he raised the Wufeng in his hand to block it hard, shaking the galloping bronze sword away.

At this moment, his hands were numb from the shock, and the bronze sword seemed to be a magic sword, and the sword just now was really going to kill himself!

He was horrified in his heart, and he didn't understand what procedure went wrong, but the bronze sword didn't give him room to think, and spun around in the air, and once again galloped towards Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan turned around and ran, with the sword just now, he already felt that the other party's spiritual power was too strong, and his current cultivation couldn't resist that magic sword at all!

But he forgot that at this moment he was in the midst of the cliff, and when he turned to escape, he found that there was a stone wall behind him.

He shouted that it was not good, and when he turned around again, a purple light shot down from the sky, less than three feet away from his chest, and the powerful spiritual power almost clotted his blood.

He raised Wufeng, wanting to shake the bronze magic sword away, but he was still a step too slow, the bronze magic sword was not only ridiculously fast, but also unstoppable.

Ye Xiaochuan only felt a purple glow, which shot directly into his chest, and he screamed miserably: "My life is over!"

He still doesn't understand how this bronze sword, after being infected with his own blood, seems to have triggered the demonic power of the fairy sword itself, wanting to kill him.

Everything happened too suddenly, he didn't even have a chance to escape, and the narrow Siguo Cliff was the place where he soared, as if it was destined to be the place where he fell.

The purple sword light pierced through Ye Xiaochuan's chest, and at this moment, Ye Xiaochuan's chest seemed to release a purple strange light.

Ye Xiaochuan's last memory in this life finally stayed at the moment when the purple glow shot out of his chest, and then he felt cold all over, as if he had returned to Xuanying's cave, lying shirtless on the cold ice jade bed.

Wangcai was startled, screaming, his wings fluttering back and forth on Ye Xiaochuan's cheeks, but he didn't react at all, as if he was really dead.

In the middle of the night, Yun Qi walked out of the room in a dejected state, she couldn't accept that her Dust Slashing Sword was a magic sword containing supreme evil energy.

She was going to the ancestral hall to find the old man.

In the Dust Slashing Divine Sword, the seal that imprisons the evil qi magic power seems to be getting weaker and weaker, and she doesn't know when the evil qi will break through the seal, and what terrible things will happen then, she doesn't dare to think about it.

Since the old man knew the secret of the dust slashing, he probably knew how to reseal the sword.

Covered with snow, covering the Cangyun Mountains, the Cangyun Mountains for hundreds of miles turned white.

When the white-clothed clouds like snow appeared in front of the ancestral hall of the patriarch, it was already late at night, and the weather was very good tonight, there was no fog, and the bright moonlight shone on the snow, reflecting the silver-white moonlight, as if the whole world was much brighter than usual.

Yun Qiyou grabbed the dust tightly, took a deep breath of cold air, as if he had made a lot of determination, walked to the door of the ancestral hall, and pushed open the tall wooden door.

I haven't seen him for more than ten days, and the rickety old man is still so old, holding a knife in his withered hand, and he is carving a spiritual position, and I don't know if it's the one from last time.

The old man didn't seem surprised at all by Yun Qiyou's arrival, and he didn't even raise his head, squinting his sleepy eyes, and scraping off the sawdust on the black spiritual seat with a knife little by little, his movements were very slow, but it seemed to be very rhythmic.

Yun Qiyou glanced at him, didn't speak, walked to the god case and respectfully put three sticks of incense on the ancestors of the past dynasties, and then turned to face the old man sitting on the futon.

The old man said hoarsely: "Your heart tonight is more chaotic than the last time you came, have you discovered the secret in the dust?"

Yun Qiyu said: "Senior, who are you, why do you know the secret of cutting dust?"

The old man said: "I am an old servant who cleans the ancestral hall, and I have lived a little longer, so I know some things that young people don't know." Now believe me, do you feel the magic of the Seven-Star Sombra?"

Yun Qiyou was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "Yes, so I came tonight to ask my seniors to teach me how to reseal this magic power, and my seniors should have a way." ”