The cyan long sword is very light, as light as a feather.
The edge of the sword is very thin, almost transparent, as if it were carved out of cyan crystal. You can see densely packed cyan runes the size of sesame seeds swimming rapidly inside the blade. Tens of thousands of tiny runes outline an exquisite magic circle, finally converging on the three centipede beads on the hilt.
The three centipede beads are the heart of this long sword. They are breathing and breathing like living creatures. The aura of the surrounding heaven and earth is constantly integrated into the centipede beads, and then turns into a blue wind energy visible to the naked eye, flowing back and forth in the long sword.
Every time Centipede takes a breath, the long sword beats slightly, the runes in the sword expand a little, the quality of the sword body rises a little, and Centipede's own background also improves by such a negligible amount.
Each breath can only increase the power a little bit, but the power of this weapon refining method is that as long as the sword is given enough time, it can definitely evolve into a terrifying magical weapon.
Playing with the sword in his hand carefully, Ji Hao looked curiously at the young man covered in blood: "Can you give me a copy of your weapon refining secrets? Or do you know how to refine weapons?"
The young man looked at Ji Hao tremblingly. He opened his mouth to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he kept vomiting blood.
This long sword is extremely magical. Ji Hao has already seen its benefits, and a long sword that can be refined with such a magical method is definitely not something ordinary people can possess. The young man sacrificed this long sword and turned it into a precious treasure. Ji Hao wiped away the trace of distraction he had placed in the sword, which was tantamount to a severe chop on his soul.
The human race has three souls and seven souls. If any one soul is damaged, the damage to the overall soul is not too serious.
However, the natives of this world do not have three souls and seven souls. Their souls are integrated into one body. Therefore, when the soul is damaged, the injuries are particularly severe. Especially the more powerful the natives are, their distractions are wiped out, and they suffer The more serious the damage will be.
Vomiting blood profusely, the young man couldn't say a word.
Ji Hao put away the long sword and said with a smile: "Since you don't want to speak, just take it down and talk about it later!"
With a wave of his right hand, Ji Hao's palm spurted out jets of green water, and then a large green handprint with a radius of about ten feet grabbed the young man's head with a dull whistling sound. This is the 'hurricane mudra' derived from Ji Hao's Taoist magic after taking the Daoyun Fruit, understanding part of the spiritual wood laws of this world, and learning some superficial spells from Mu Jiuxiao.
The large handprints formed by the hurricane were extremely fast, grabbing the young man in the blink of an eye and lifting him up.
Mu Jiuxiao was so frightened that he screamed at the top of his lungs: "Go with all your strength and save the envoy!"
Tens of thousands of members of the Wind Bird Tribe from all directions gathered here, and from a distance, wind knives of all colors, large and small, poured down on Ji Hao like a heavy rain.
Wind Knife Technique, the most superficial of spells, is also the most proficient and commonly used attack method by the natives of the Wind Bird Department.
Ji Hao laughed and grabbed the young man's neck. He waved the seal of heaven and earth above his head, and heard a loud noise. A violent roar rolled up in the ground, and a green tornado swirled around Ji Hao. Countless wind knives had not yet come close. Ji Hao's body was shattered into pieces by this green tornado.
Mu Jiuxiao screamed at the top of his lungs and danced around.
Countless natives from the Wind Bird Department rushed over, shouting in panic and throwing dense wind knives at Ji Hao from a distance in vain.
The messenger of the Holy Spirit is extremely noble. If this young man has any shortcomings in Mu Jiuxiao's tribe, the fate of this tribe will be very miserable. Tribal leaders like Mu Jiuxiao will definitely die, while ordinary tribesmen will be split up and divided among other tribes of the Wind Bird Tribe.
No one wanted to be split up in the tribe at home. Everyone was attacking Ji Hao with all their strength, just to rescue the envoy who was captured alive.
Ji Hao ignored these indifferent attacks and strangled the young man's neck with his left hand. He scratched and groped the young man's body with his right hand unceremoniously. Then he was surprised to find that the young man's wrist seemed to be made of tree bark. The bracelet is actually a space bracelet with a very considerable capacity!
The bracelet on the young man's wrist is only two inches wide, beautifully shaped and very thin. With such a small size, even the human witch temple can expand a space the size of a house at most, but the bracelet on the young man's hand has a capacity as large as a large hall.
Obviously, this world's production level of space magic weapons is obviously beyond the big world to which Ji Hao belongs.
What surprised Ji Hao even more was that this bracelet was inlaid with a thumb-sized gray 'demon elixir'. This demon elixir had spatial attributes, and like the centipede bead on the long sword, this demon elixir also moved on its own. Breathe, every breath slowly improves the quality of the bracelet.
It is very likely that the inner space of this bracelet was not very large at first, but as time passed, the space in this bracelet 'grew' on its own to the size of a hall that is a hundred feet long and wide.
"It's so wonderful!" Ji Hao's eyes flashed with golden light, he stared at the young man and shouted sternly: "How did you refine this bracelet? Or do you know who refined this bracelet?"
Not to mention that there are other mysteries waiting to be discovered in this world, if the long sword and the bracelet that Ji Hao obtained could be brought back, it would be of great significance to the entire human race.
"Evils outside the world, all of you will not die well!" The young man rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth, and finally spoke a complete sentence with difficulty. He spit out a mouthful of blood and suddenly howled at the top of his lungs: "Eighteen Feathers!"
The proud blue bird let out a sharp cry. He suddenly opened his mouth, and a green blood arrow spurted out from his mouth. It passed Ji Hao as fast as lightning, broke into the wooden house behind Ji Hao, and hit the altar table hard. on the statue of the Holy Spirit.
The green blood arrow exploded and turned into a complex talisman covering the statue.
The talisman lit up with a green light, and then a huge wave of mana spread from the statue. Ji Hao raised his head and glanced at the sky in shock, and saw a green beam of light falling straight down from the sky, tearing apart the roof of the wooden house with a dull howling sound, and crashing into the statue.
The statue of the Holy Spirit, which was more than one foot tall and made entirely of light green wood, suddenly came to life.
The statue jumped up, with cyan wind gushing out from its entire body. Countless runes were attached to the surface of the statue, and it swelled to a height of ten feet in the blink of an eye. He lowered his head and glanced at Ji Hao. With a flick of his right finger, he heard a terrifying sound of cracking the air. A spear that was condensed into a green spear broke through the void and almost teleported in front of Ji Hao.
The spear was so fast that Ji Hao didn't even see how he appeared.
He felt a pain in his chest, and the flames from the Golden Crow Flame Robe exploded. Ji Hao groaned, and was sent flying for more than ten miles by the spear formed by the strong wind. His body flew across the lake outside the island, and he hit his head. On the big tree on the other side.
(End of chapter)