Jian Ruochen had seen a lot, and by virtue of her voice, she knew that the black mist in the mother knife space was really afraid, but she did not relax because of this, although only two points of divine consciousness were sent in.

"Give me a reason not to sacrifice you, remember, you only have one chance. Jian Ruochen's voice was not very harsh, but it revealed her resoluteness.

"I'm a monk. The Shadow said.

The blood floated a step forward.

"I'm the monk who refined this throwing knife!" added the Black Shadow angrily.

Essence Blood froze.

"Is it okay now?" the shadow almost became angry.

Essence Blood took another silent step forward.

"You!" said the Black Shadow angrily, "Stop! What the hell are you going to do? Do you think you've sacrificed me with a drop of essence blood and a little divine sense?"

Essence Blood took another step forward.

The distance shortened by each step is actually not much, but it brings a deep sense of oppression to the black shadow.

What does Jian Ruochen do? One of her professions is president! What does a president do? What does a manager have! What does a manager have to master? Psychological tactics! To put it mildly, this psychological tactic has almost become Jian Ruochen's instinct; if it doesn't sound good, it is simply an occupational disease.

Whether consciously or subconsciously, Jian Ruochen's speech and demeanor would habitually want to control the other party, and after she decided to buy this Xuantie Mother Knife, she had already decided to sacrifice it.

Therefore, she first familiarized the Xuantie Mother Knife with the taste of her blood little by little, and then let the Mother Knife get used to the blood feeding little by little, and suddenly, this feeding was interrupted.

For a bloodthirsty knife, accustomed to a few drops of blood every day, suddenly gone, the taste of scratching the heart and liver must be imagined, and then, suddenly the food appeared again, and when it just felt lucky, the quality of the food suddenly got a qualitative improvement, jumping from ordinary blood to essence blood.

If essence blood suddenly appeared during the continuous feeding, the spiritual wisdom in this mother knife would definitely be vigilant, but after all, it had been hungry for more than a month, and it had been fed its blood by a Qi cultivation stage monk before, but now it was a foundation building monk.

Quite simply, this psychic will think that this drop of essence blood is compensation for not getting food for a long time, and it is also the feeder showing its own cultivation, even if it has doubts, it will choose to pretend to forget under the stimulation of essence blood.

Any living creature will have a fluke mentality, especially when it comes to appetite.

Jian Ruochen controlled the "psychology" of the Xuantie Mother Knife step by step, and now, after fully showing his determination, what Jian Ruochen continued to exert was absolute psychological oppression.

If this black fog wasn't a monk, she wouldn't have to be like this, and since she was a monk, she couldn't escape this oppression.

"You stop, you stop...... If you really want to sacrifice me, I will be scattered, and I tell you, I would rather have my soul scattered than be sacrificed by you. "The voice of the black mist couldn't tell if it was threat or despair, or both.

This time, not only did the essence blood float a little more, but Jian Ruochen also spoke: "This knife only cost me eighteen spirit stones." ”

"What? Eighteen Medium Grade Spirit Stones!" The black mist suddenly roared, and his voice shook Jian Ruochen's essence and blood, "The flying knife refined by a dignified Yuan Infant Cultivator is only worth eighteen Medium Grade Spirit Stones?"

"Yuan Ying?" Jian Ruochen wondered, "You're not a knot?"

"Only you uninformed bastards still think I'm a monk of the Yudan! If I am a monk of the Yudan, how can I devour the primordial spirit of another monk of the Yudan?" the black mist seemed to jump.

Seeing that the essence blood did not move again, and Jian Ruochen did not squeak, the black mist became more and more angry.

"When I first refined this set of flying knives, I wanted to refine the flying knives into a part of my body, just like the five arms that I could extend out, I sacrificed this mother knife, not only the divine sense, but also the direct sacrifice of my Yuan Infant, which is a part of my body, how can such a flying knife only be worth eighteen high-grade spirit stones? Obviously it should be eighteen high-grade spirit stones!

The black mist shouted again, and then the sound suddenly stopped, and only the black mist rose and fell, as if gasping for breath with anger.

"So what? you still become the spirit of your own ritual refining and refining weapons. Jian Ruochen didn't care.

"Senior! Even if I am a machine spirit, I am also a Yuanying senior, do you understand the rules, you have to call me senior!" Black Mist continued to shout.

"It's okay to call you a senior, but you look at you, which point does you look like a senior? Jian Ruochen said.

The black mist seemed to be choked, and suddenly dodged back, although Jian Ruochen was talking to her, her mind did not relax for half a minute, as soon as the black mist moved, she chased after her like a maggot attached to a bone, and the distance was not too close, but this reaction was enough to give the black mist another deep oppression.

The reason why Jian Ruochen's drop of blood wrapped in divine consciousness can catch up with the black mist so easily is because of the feeding of the past half a year and the drop of essence blood just now, the black mist also understood at this time, and no longer moved, but stood in place.

"Where do you look like a foundation building monk, is there such a foundation building monk who disrespects Yuan Ying's predecessors?" Although the black mist's voice was still loud, there was already a compromise in his tone.

"Okay, senior, since I can't get what I want from you, I think I've sacrificed your good, and the things that can be solved by the sacrifice should not come and go verbally. As he spoke, the essence of blood moved very quickly.

"Wait...... Wait!" Black Mist quickly dodged, "What's in it for you to have my soul gone? What can you get? You just want to have a powerful magic weapon, and I can satisfy you!"

Jingxue hesitated and stopped, "But as long as the seniors don't have a soul scattered, as long as I am sacrificed, I can also get a powerful magic weapon, and I can also get a weapon spirit that completely obeys me." ”

"You ......" Black Mist was so angry that he was almost speechless.

Jian Ruochen said in a timely manner: "However, the seniors can't get out here anyway, in fact, it doesn't matter if the sacrifice is not practiced or not." ”

"Yes, yes!" can be regarded as a relieved tone, and Black Mist hurriedly agreed.

"It's just that I'm a person, and I don't want to do things that don't get benefits. ”

Jian Ruochen sighed, and said in a solid tone: "Senior, I can tell you honestly, I can threaten you with the sacrifice today, tomorrow, or in the future, if one day I feel that the gains outweigh the losses, I will also sacrifice you." ”

The black fog also quieted down, and the two people confronted each other in the dark space with invisible sights, both waiting for the other to give in first.