Hearing the wild laughter in the forest, Deacon Hou and Dali were shocked. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After Fang Cai's hard fighting, the two of them have run out of oil, and they are all seriously injured, and they don't even have the strength to move, but they are afraid that a slightly stronger mortal can kill the two of them now.

The voice coming from the old forest was full of energy, faintly implying the fluctuation of the true yuan, obviously a cultivator.

The hearts of the two of them are like ashes, and they are afraid that they will die here today.

The two looked towards where the voice had come from.

A sturdy figure is less than ten feet away from the two of them between a few vertical jumps.

Vigor's eyes were bloodshot and turned red, and he said fiercely to the voice: "Dead python, you didn't go." ”

Deacon Hou endured the severe pain of the three-pointed knife through his chest, and raised his eyes to see the person who came, it was the big python that had been defeated and returned.

I secretly regretted in my heart, if I was injured in the Alliance of Cultivators, there would definitely be a panacea that could be cured, and I was very reluctant to come out to be this deacon, and left the Alliance of Cultivators, not only was my cultivation slow, but I was injured, and I didn't even have a place to heal, so I could only slowly nourish the true yuan, and now I was so seriously injured, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to wait for it to heal.

Deacon Hou was a little desperate, today for the sake of a hundred-year-old ginseng, if he is in the Alliance of Cultivators, why is this.

At this moment, the middle-aged man who turned into a python showed a sneering look on his face, and a cold light and killing intent appeared in his eyes, let you fight, and in the end, it is not cheaper for me.

The python did not answer the vigorous scolding, but took out his strange-shaped hook-shaped weapon when he was less than five feet away from the two.

At this time, the hook-shaped weapon, shining with a cold light, was like a murderous weapon.

The python jumped and slashed vigorously, with a wild laugh, and with a trace of resentment, wanting to vent the resentment of being robbed of the heavenly treasure just now, kill this stupid big man first, and get rid of the human cultivator, the magic weapon, the old ginseng, all of them are mine, thinking of this, the python's laughter is even stronger, and the hook-like weapon is wielded harder.

Burst!

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing into the flesh came out, and a flying sword with a dazzling golden light stabbed the python's throat fiercely, with the python's unbelievable eyes, the remaining strength was undiminished, and the flying sword continued to fly with the python's body.

Chemical element!

The flying sword nailed the python to a towering ancient tree, the ancient tree shook, some leaves fell, the flying sword nailed the python's body to it, the python struggled desperately, but every time he struggled, the throat injury was more serious, and blood spurted.

At the same time, a floating slaughter shining with the light of the Buddha, Xiao Kill solemn, one zhang square, four or five zhang high, with a burst of Buddha sounds, instantly smashed towards Deacon Hou, Deacon Hou's eyes widened, his pupils narrowed, staring at the shadow that gradually pressed down on his head.

Yes!

Deacon Hou just let out a miserable scream, and was instantly smashed by Futu, not humanoid, blood overflowing, and brains bursting, but before he died, he knew who killed him, and he was also a clear ghost.

If Deacon Hou Jiuquan knew that he was stoned to death by the gift that Manager Xu wanted to give him, he didn't know how to feel.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind!

Fang Yuan emerged from an old tree.

I thought I could be a praying mantis, but who knew that the python didn't go far.

Looking at the middle-aged man who was nailed to the tree and struggling, he secretly said that it was dangerous, if he came out early for a while, he was afraid that he was really a praying mantis, and he would be treated as a yellow finch by the python.

The middle-aged man who was transformed into a big python was nailed to the tree by the Qingfeng sword, with the middle-aged man's breathing, the throat made a "whirring" sound of leakage, accompanied by the blood that spurted out, the python was a little unwilling, but the sharp pain in the throat had reached the brain, his eyes had become a little dull, and his eyes were a little blurry, looking at the Qingfeng sword in front of him, his head tilted to the side, and he died.

After the middle-aged man died, he gradually changed back to his original form, and then turned into a black smoke, which dissipated under the dispelling of the sun.

Vigorous eyelids trembled, the young man in front of him shot decisively and ruthlessly, killing the two in an instant, without the slightest drag, and looked at his chest that was pierced by the flying sword, with a sharp pain, obviously thinking of his fate.

But he was unwilling, he had not yet avenged the extermination of the clan, and roared angrily in his heart: "I can't die, I want to live, I can't die, I want to live." ”

Fang Yuan's mind moved to take the Qingfeng Sword back to the Mud Pill Palace, and then took the Futu back into the mustard bracelet, and casually picked up the bell of the deacon.

This bell will be a trouble in the future, it will definitely not be used, and if it is discovered by the Cultivator Alliance, it will definitely die without a place to be buried.

Although he didn't know much about the Cultivator Alliance, it would definitely be a behemoth, and it was definitely not something that Fang Yuan could touch now.

Just go back to the master and let him smelt this bell into another magic weapon, but unfortunately that flying sword is the natal magic weapon of this deacon, and it disappeared with the death of the deacon, and there is no way to take it off, it's a pity.

Looking at the mustard bracelet in the flesh and brain, Fang Yuan picked it out with a branch and looked at it.

It's okay, it's okay, it's not smashed.

Leaned towards the mustard bracelet of the deacon, there were jade plates, jade pendants, jade bodhisattvas, and everything was full of jade, which was enough for Fang Yuan to use for a while, but this deacon didn't even have a treasure of heaven and earth, Fang Yuan ignored the value of those jades, and secretly scolded the deacon for being a poor ghost.

Why are these cultivators so poor now, and it's no wonder that they died for a hundred-year-old ginseng.

looked vigorously at the young man in front of him, put away the flying sword, collected the bell, and picked out the mustard bracelet from the meat pulp.

I felt that this person was very familiar, but I couldn't remember it, and I looked at the young man's movements blankly, endured the severe pain and said, "Won't you kill me?"

Fang Yuan looked at the vigorous power that was now about to dry up in the oil well, flashing with curiosity, at this time, this stupid big man obviously didn't recognize himself, he had some fate with this stupid big man, which made Fang Yuan not start.

"Don't you know me?" Fang Yuan said to Dali with a smile.

Listening vigorously to the tone of the person in front of him, he obviously knew himself, and finally remembered it after some hard recall, and let out a shocked voice: "I remember, you are the ugly little ...... that day Stinky little, no, that little Taoist priest that day. ”

Dali's face was red because he said the wrong thing, and his face was already seriously injured and flushed, and others really couldn't see it, but because he talked too much, he was involved in the wound that pierced his chest, accompanied by severe pain, and he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

Fang Yuan was also embarrassed, the title of ugly boy was the name he called himself when he saw himself for the first time, at that time, the two of them invariably said that the other party was ugly, and now it is obvious that the aesthetics of some demons and people are different.

Looking at the seriously injured and dying Dali in front of him, Fang Yuan knew that it was estimated that Dali would not live for a few hours, and the injury was too serious.

Vigorously looked at the little Taoist priest in front of him, his heart was full of shock, thinking that when he saw this little Taoist priest for the first time, the little Taoist priest was not even in the qi induction period, but now looking at the performance of the little Taoist priest just now, I am afraid that his strength is already comparable to his own.

It's only been a long time, and this little Taoist priest has crossed two small realms in a row and came to the middle stage of qi induction, and this talent is really terrifying.

Thinking that he was praised by his elders because of his good qualifications in the clan, he was worthless compared to the little Taoist priest now.

Suddenly, Dali seemed to think of something, and his eyes were no longer blank, but red-hot, staring at Fang Yuan.

This look came from the eyes of a dying man, making Fang Yuan a little furious, and he didn't know why this strong force would look at him like this.

He spoke vigorously and said, "Little Taoist, I want to live." ”

Fang Yuan was shocked when he heard this, how could he survive after being so seriously injured, even if he used that hundred-year-old ginseng, he could only hold his breath and linger, if he didn't have great mana, who could save him?

"Don't stare at me like that, I don't have great mana, I can't save you, I look at me with your eyes. Fang Yuan got goosebumps from being stared at by his vigorous eyes, and shook his head again and again.

Dali hurriedly explained: "Little Taoist, don't worry, I also know that you don't have great mana. It's just that you've heard of a sword spirit?"

Hearing Dali say the word Sword Spirit, Fang Yuan's heart shook violently, he finally knew what this Dali was thinking.

As the name suggests, the sword spirit is the spirit of the sword, which must be transformed by the soul, and can be any object with a soul, it can be a human, it can be a demon, it can be a small animal, or it can be a bird.

The stronger the sword spirit, the greater the power of the sword, once the soul is transformed into a sword spirit, it cannot be reincarnated, born with the sword, and died with the sword, and the soul cannot improve its strength, so the strength of the soul has been fixed, which determines the upper limit of the sword.

As long as there is a sword spirit, the power will be greatly increased, depending on the strength of the soul.

But this sword spirit needs both parties to sign a contract voluntarily, after all, it is an evil thing to detain people's souls.

The two sides are willing, which means that the scarcity of sword spirits is one in ten thousand.

After hearing Dali's words about the sword spirit, Fang Yuan understood that this Dali should want to turn into his own sword spirit.

"You have to know that once you become a sword spirit, you will never be able to be reborn, it can be said that it will not do you any good, are you sure you want to do this?" Fang Yuan's eyes revealed solemnity, he didn't understand what kind of obsession could make a person give up reincarnation and be willing to be a sword spirit.

Dali's face showed sadness and indignation, he felt that the little Taoist priest in front of him should gladly agree, after all, it was of great benefit to him, but Dali seemed to think of something, and said almost pleadingly: "Do you think my soul is too weak, so you don't want to agree?"

Thinking about it vigorously, his soul in the middle stage of qi induction is too weak, and becoming a sword spirit does not have much benefit to the little Taoist as he imagined, with the qualification of the little Taoist, his strength will definitely improve rapidly, and it is normal to look down on his soul.

After hearing what Fang Yuan said vigorously, he shook his head and said, "It's not that I don't want to agree, it's just that I can't figure out why you did this." ”

There was a hint of surprise in Dali's dim eyes, and then he told the little Taoist priest about his extermination.

Fang Yuan was also surprised when he heard this, he didn't expect this cultivator alliance to be so frustrated, and even to do the thing of destroying the entire clan.

This cultivator alliance was only known to Fang Yuan, manipulating mortal industries, amassing money, and killing innocents indiscriminately, even the lives of demons were like ants in their eyes, let alone mortals.

In order to compete for cultivation resources, it is simply done to the extreme.

Fang Yuan also knew the idea of power, the purpose of becoming a sword spirit was to one day be able to witness the destruction of the Cultivator Alliance, and he also took a fancy to his qualifications, and he also took a fancy to his enmity with the Cultivator Alliance, hoping to use his own hand to destroy the Cultivator Alliance one day.

Under this vigorous and honest appearance, it is really calculating, anyway, he and the cultivator alliance are already irreconcilable.

"I agree!"

When Fang Yuan said that I agreed, Dali was overjoyed, he was already hopeless, but he didn't expect the little Taoist priest in front of him to agree, he bent down to thank him repeatedly, and pulled the wound on his body, grinning vigorously in pain, but his face was full of smiles.

"Alright, sign the Sword Spirit Contract. Fang Yuan looked at the strength of the more inlet and less out, and hurriedly signed a contract so that he could get rid of this pain.

"Hmm. After speaking vigorously, a drop of blood dripped from the index finger of his right hand, this blood-red demon.

Although this is only a small drop of blood, this drop of blood is condensed by all the essence blood and soul power in the body, so the red demon, the color is much darker than ordinary blood, rich and almost black, but it emits a dazzling red light.

Forceful pointed at the air, and the drop of essence blood was bounced into the air, as if waiting for something.

After doing all this, he fell to the ground with great strength, no breathing, no blood stains even from the wound at the mouth of the bowl, and the body had no soul and essence blood, and naturally only an empty shell remained

Fang Yuan solemnly looked at the drop of essence blood with soul power in the air, and his index finger also flicked a drop of essence blood out.

Naturally, you don't need all the essence and blood, just complete a contract, and once the contract is completed, the powerful soul will always be controlled by yourself, and can only exist in the sword.

The two drops of essence blood in the air quickly fused, emitting a dazzling blood-colored red light, and then the red light split into two, one submerged into Fang Yuan's body, this was a contract, and the other entered the flying sword of Fang Yuan's Mud Pill Palace.

After that, the flying sword appeared in front of Fang Yuan's body, the yellow of the sword body was blood-red, and a terrifying aura emanated out, directly scaring the birds and beasts in the old forest to the ground.

This is the role of the demon sword spirit, which forms a coercion on the demon beasts that are vigorously cultivated to the following, making them unable to move.

It's just that the vigorous cultivation determines the strength of his soul, and he is destined to only suppress the demons below the middle stage of qi induction, which is actually of no great use.

But for the current Fang Yuan, this Qingfeng Sword could already allow him to run rampant within the Qi Induction Period.

Fang Yuan's thoughts moved, and his soul said to the strong soul in the sword: "Okay, okay, don't scare those birds and beasts." ”

"Hmm. Laughing vigorously, no longer playing, and taking back the coercion, the birds and beasts that were pressed on the ground immediately scattered and rushed away, and in an instant the old forest squeaked and screamed, and the branches broke and the trees were broken, so it was not lively.

Although Dali's lost physical body couldn't speak, Fang Yuan could still talk to Dali through his soul, but no one else could feel this conversation.

Looking at the Qingfeng Sword with a golden body and a red glow, this was originally the Qingfeng Sword with a natal magic weapon, and with the Sword Spirit, Fang Yuan couldn't help but feel that he was going farther and farther on the road of sword cultivation, would he make his master angry to death.