"This is… "
The Six-Extreme Weapon-Controlling Technique is an earth-level skill that generates the Six-Extreme Qi along the way and has the ability to warm and nourish the divine soldiers.
But Fang Yuan never knew that the Six Extremes Military Control Technique had such a change. The retrograde route had the effect of an initiation.
At this time, with the influx of Nangong Wentian's pure energy, his body suddenly felt like gluttonous food, greedily devouring this power.
Especially within the dantian, a sound like a dragon's roar suddenly came.
The black talisman was struggling, ready to move. However, it has source power restrictions and is tightly blocked.
"Could it be that... the last thing missing is this?"
Fang Yuan released the restriction of his source power, and immediately, like a long whale absorbing water, the black rune absorbed Nangong Wentian's six-pole zhenqi, and the entire rune was completed at once.
In the attribute column, the black inscription is completely complete, like a black and red knife, emitting mysterious thoughts:
"Demon Soldier-Blood-Drinking Knife!"
He whispered the name.
Boom!
As if connected with the mind, the ground of Shenbing Villa cracked, a large number of boulders fell, and blood splashed.
Amidst the waves of blood, a half-foot-long black and red weapon suddenly landed in front of Fang Yuan, and he caught it firmly.
This knife is completely black, as if it is swallowing up the surrounding light. The blade has simple lines on it, like human blood, and like hot and rolling streams of magma.
"In the ancient times, a strange demon from the sky came to bring harm to the people. He was killed by the sword master of the Emperor of Heaven and his body was cut into pieces. The forging master Ou Zhizi took his bones and blood, combined with other precious ores, and used thunder and fire from the sky. It took seven, seven and forty-nine years. Years ago, Fang forged a magic blade named 'Blood Drinker'. On the day the blade was made, he became mad and used it to kill everyone in the house before committing suicide!"
A record of the Lie family commenting on the magic weapon suddenly appeared in Fang Yuan's mind: "It turns out that the Shenbing Villa is worthy of its name, but it only hides a magic weapon!"
This giant sword weighs more than three hundred kilograms, and it would be difficult for ordinary warriors to lift it. However, when Fang Yuan holds it in his hand, he naturally feels like flesh and blood are connected, and the Six Ultimate Qi in his body is even more ready to move.
After all, this knife has swallowed up the essence of his body for more than ten years! Already connected by breath!
"Haha! How can there be no blood sacrifice when the magic sword appears in this world?!"
Nangong Wentian took a step forward: "Kill! Kill me, and then kill everyone present, for the blood-drinking sword! From now on, there will be a legend about an undefeated magic sword in the world!"
He had forced the initiation before, and even if Fang Yuan deliberately held back, he had lost nine successes. At this time, he was not even as good as a third-level warrior, but his eyes were extremely fiery.
"Hopeless, even if I get all my skills, I'm afraid I won't be able to break through the siege of the Demon Sect. Fortunately, the blood-drinking knife has its own special ability. It can swallow the essence and blood and feed it back to the host. As long as I become the sword spirit and absorb the essence and blood of the warriors present, It’s enough to push him to the pinnacle of the first level, and even advance to the celestial level, and he’ll have a lot of success in the world! There’s only so much I can do for him!”
As for whether Nangong Wuwang could bear to take action, he was not worried at all.
After all, the blood-drinking sword is a demonic weapon. Even Grandmaster Ou Zhizi was controlled by the demonic power after the sword was made. He killed his entire family and committed suicide after regaining consciousness to atone for his sins.
Nangong Wuwang is just a playboy, so it is naturally impossible to break away from him.
However, after the blood-drinking knife is satisfied with the sacrifice and the sword spirit is obtained, it can be recovered.
"By that time, the done thing is done. I hope he won't blame me!"
"After all, I am not a cruel person, but my son will dominate the martial arts world, which is not bad!"
"If you can't do it yourself, just sacrifice yourself and let your son do it. This is my enlightenment of the devil!"
Nangong Wentian's chest hit the tip of the knife straight, with a sign of sacrifice.
Snapped!
But in the next moment, the blood-drinking knife struck horizontally and pressed Nangong Wentian to the ground: "Old guy, do you want to die?"
Fang Yuan shook his head: "Have you asked me?"
"Huh?"
Nangong Wentian was greatly surprised: "Impossible!"
"impossible!"
Even more surprised than him were the Invisible Dao of the Demon Sect and the gray-robed man who were facing formidable enemies: "When the blood-drinking knife is born, it will definitely control the host and wash away the people with blood. Why is he still awake? Could it be that the knife is still incomplete?"
"I see, no wonder it's called blood-drinking!"
Fang Yuan looked at his palm.
Where it meets the handle of the knife, there is already a trace of red thread, like blood, clinging to his little arm.
A bloodthirsty desire was attacking his heart crazily, urging him to kill and chase blood.
If he were the playboy from before, even if he was a third-level master, he would probably lose his mind and go on a killing spree.
However, to say that it can influence Fang Yuan is a joke.
"To control soldiers in the Six Extremes, use people to control soldiers, not soldiers to control people! It's just a dead thing, with at most some remnants of the demon god, you still want to influence me?"
Fang Yuan sneered, and a layer of purple spirit suddenly emerged from his wrist, dyeing all the blood vessels.
Not only that, the blade was also eroded by purple.
In the past month, his source of energy has been endless, and the power he transformed into has been completely swallowed up by the blood-drinking knife, and it has begun to be polluted as an internal force.
What's more, after the talisman is perfected, there will be no defects in his Dantian, and the original source of power can still be driven.
Under the combination of inside and outside, purple swept across, instantly refining the blood-drinking knife.
From the blade, a demonic roar seemed to come from the bottom of the Nine Netherworld, and then there was complete silence.
Immediately, a strange spell entered Fang Yuan's sea of consciousness.
"Great Blood Demon Kung Fu!"
"It turns out that the truly heirloom-level divine weapons and demonic blades will have corresponding magical secrets after they are completely recognized as their masters? Is this a true heaven-level technique?"
"However, there are some mysteries in this technique, and the same goes for this magic sword!"
Using the blood-drinking sword with the great blood-demon power, he is naturally invincible and invincible. He can even drink blood to practice, recuperate and heal his wounds. The more he fights, the braver he becomes, and his endurance is unparalleled in the world!
But Fang Yuan was keenly aware of some strange things inside the blood-drinking knife. At this time, he did not practice at all, but directly poured the six-pole true energy he had practiced hard into the blade.
Click!
He had already cultivated the Six Ultimate Weapon Control Technique to a perfect level, but he was stuck at the first level just because he couldn't find a suitable spiritual weapon.
But the Blood-Drinking Sword has long been refined by his essence, and now it is like a part of his hands and feet. No other procedures are needed at all, and it has naturally become the target of the Six Extremes Guards.
In fact, the previous ten years of support had allowed him to directly cross the second realm and reach the third realm where the divine soldiers returned the favor!
Click!
A trace of blood-red sword energy was absorbed into Fang Yuan's body, mixed with Liuji Zhenqi, and violently impacted the level.
Snapped!
First of all, the key point of a third-grade warrior is completely destroyed in the face of the sharp sword energy, like a piece of paper that can be broken with just one poke.
Immediately, the sword energy roared wildly, with great force, crushing through many acupuncture points of the second grade.
Wow!
Like a stormy wave crashing on the shore, the blood-red zhenqi hit the first-grade warrior's Tianguan hard, tearing out countless cracks in an instant.
The cracks widened more and more, and after the second wave of true energy surged up, they were shattered.
In an instant, Fang Yuan broke through the third level of martial arts and directly reached the realm of mortal martial arts of a first-class grandmaster in this world!
After the first level, all the acupuncture points in the body were opened, and an infinite world seemed to be opened up.
The blood-colored true energy was flowing in a vast and endless stream, as if it was going to push his strength to an unpredictable peak.
choke!
Outside the Shenbing Villa, a strange metal knocking sound sounded.
hatred!
Any warrior who heard this voice would suddenly feel endless hatred in his heart.
I hate the injustice! Hate the injustice! I hate people who hate me!
Obviously, this was an old monster from the Demon Sect who secretly came to suppress the formation. He was also frightened by Fang Yuan's entry and directly intervened to block it.
"Every man is looking for death!"
Under the influence of Qi, Fang Yuan had no time to think and slashed with his sword!
Tsk!
The sword energy of a horse swept across, making anyone who stood in his way invincible.
The gray-robed man who bore the brunt of the attack had his liver and gallbladder split, and quickly retreated. His back smashed countless walls, revealing the terrifying strength of a first-class master.
The invisible Dao assassin beside him, who was slightly less powerful, was torn apart by the sword energy at the same time as the other unlucky guest subordinates. They were like being torn apart by five horses, and died horribly.
boom!
The sword energy was gone, and the man in gray robe had retreated again and again, reaching the gate of Shenbing Villa.
He looked at the gully of sword energy on the ground and couldn't help but murmured: "What a fast sword! What an evil sword!!"
Poof!
As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body was torn apart, but the large amount of blood seemed to have a backbone, continuously gathering, forming a pool of blood in front of Fang Yuan.
Purple-red lines spread from the blade of the blood-drinking knife, like tentacle vines, greedily devouring blood.
Once this knife comes out, it will definitely devour people's blood!
"This knife..."
Fang Yuan was also a little surprised. This kind of behavior was almost like that of a living creature.
He could even feel that as the blood-drinking knife sucked blood, a stream of heat came from the handle, strengthening the muscles and bones, and improving the skill.
"If this kind of ability is used in a protracted battle, it will be absolutely invincible! It is a weapon that can kill novices. Let's call it a vampire knife."
What martial artists in the martial arts fear most is exhaustion of their own skills and physical strength, so even first-level masters are afraid of being surrounded by large armies.
But with the blood-drinking sword, the warriors are different.
Such warriors become stronger as they fight and cannot be killed at all. They are a nightmare for ordinary armies!
"But for me, it's a bit hidden!"
The young man shook his head gently and let the long knife in his hand drink blood, swallowing up the blood on the ground until every last drop remained.
This strange scene immediately frightened the three Nangong sisters. Even Nangong Fu looked at Fang Yuan blankly, feeling that he no longer recognized this younger brother.
"You dare!"
Outside the Shenbing Villa, a roar like a night owl came, and as soon as a figure flashed, an old man appeared where the gray-robed man had just stood.
He is tall, wearing a python robe and a golden crown on his head. He looks very rich and noble. He holds a black iron hook in his hand.
Demon Soldier—Hook of Everlasting Hate!
"Hopeless, this person is the elder of the demon sect - Hen Tianhou. The Hook of Everlasting Hatred in his hand ranks ninth among the demon soldiers in the world! Twenty years ago he was in the realm of a first-class grandmaster!!"
Nangong Wentian was afraid that Fang Yuan would suffer a loss, so he immediately reminded him.