Chapter 734 Blood Sword Yuan Tu, Soul Seal Deeply Planted, Sword and Halberd Set Sail, Divine Yuan Seals the City (Monthly Ticket Request!)

The hilt is pitch black, and the blade is blood red.

A little cold light flickered faintly, like a lonely star. When you look closely, you suddenly realize that it is the sharp tip of the sword.

This is the once famous God-slaying Blood Sword.

The name of God-slaying is not its real name, but because it is rumored that this sword is full of the blood of the gods.

Luo Chen looked at this thing and hesitated.

Until now, he is no longer the poor and penniless Dahefang Qi-refining casual cultivator.

As a Yuanying Zhenren, he has countless magic treasures.

But among the many treasures, there are actually only three that can be included in his eyes.

The first one, needless to say, is the long-cultivated life magic weapon Hunyuan Ding. This treasure has a strong foundation, and it has successively integrated the nameless gray light and the power of robbery thunder. Since it was promoted to a true weapon, he can use it more easily, and the effect is extraordinary.

In terms of external combat, Hunyuan Ding can restrain and suppress, and its power is infinite. In terms of internal auxiliary cultivation, it can not only temper the soul, but also refine pills and cast weapons. Especially the latter, Luo Chen was able to refine the Great Soul Pill and the Hongyuan Pill in a short time. In addition to the superb alchemy skills, the Hunyuan Ding also played a great role.

The second thing that Luo Chen cherished was the white tiger puppet.

It was comparable to the combat power of the late Yuanying. As long as it could be controlled, it meant that Luo Chen could instantly have an assistant of a great cultivator.

Luo Chen originally wanted to control the white tiger puppet first. He practiced the soul and learned puppetry to prepare for this.

However, after careful consideration, Luo Chen suppressed this impulse for the time being.

There was no other reason. The white tiger spirit in the puppet was too powerful. With Luo Chen's current soul strength, he might not be able to enslave it perfectly.

Even Han Zhan spent a lot of effort at the beginning, so he could barely use it once or twice, but he couldn't exert its full power.

Luo Chen believed that he was still a little behind Han Zhan in terms of his soul strength and puppetry skills.

Moreover, to refine this puppet, he needed a spacious space.

If he took it out openly in Xiaoqiong Mountain, someone else's territory, he would probably cause a lot of trouble.

Like the scene of the collision between their Nascent Souls when he discussed Taoism with Zhou Yunshen not long ago, it would definitely be seen by many people with ulterior motives.

Luo Chen did not want to expose this trump card for the time being.

Therefore, after some consideration, Luo Chen set his sights on this blood sword that was no weaker than the White Tiger Puppet.

"A real weapon that can kill a powerful god, even if it is not a spiritual treasure, is almost the same."

"But unlike refining a spiritual treasure, which requires the approval of the weapon spirit, this sword is ultimately just a real weapon, and can be forcibly refined!"

"Even if the sacrifice fails and the spirit inside is destroyed, it will not affect the power of this sword at all."

"Blood Nightmare Demon Luo is also a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul. What he can do, I can do."

"And if I master this sword, my fighting strength will surely usher in a qualitative leap!"

Luo Chen's expectations are not arrogant.

Always, although he is strong and his fighting ability far exceeds that of the same level, he relies more on his own ability and does not rely on external objects much.

To put it bluntly, Luo Chen has never had any very powerful offensive weapons.

In the Qi Refining Stage, his main means of combat was magic, and the same was true in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Although there are many treasures in the Golden Core Stage, there is no offensive magic weapon at hand.

For so many years, only the Xuanhuo Sword was more suitable for him.

But the Xuanhuo Sword was a crudely made thing, and its grade was only low-grade.

And the blood sword in his hand, with the body of a real weapon, killed the great power of the God of Transformation, it is definitely the best of the best, and it may be promoted to the level of spiritual treasure in the future.

Now Luo Chen's realm is only the Nascent Soul, and this sword is also more suitable. Once refined, there will be no embarrassing scene of self-explosion like the Liantian Ding.

As for how to refine the blood sword spirit, Luo Chen already has some ideas.

The hesitation gradually faded, and his expression became more and more determined in solemnity.

The spiritual consciousness permeated and invaded the blood sword bit by bit.

Even if it was wrapped in blood light, it could not stop Luo Chen's perseverance.

In the Hunyuan Ding, Luo Chen is the master!

This sword is just a prisoner of the first level, how can it resist?

Soon, Luo Chen found that ray of spiritual light.

"Is this the Blood Sword Spirit?"

It looked like a human, but not a human, and it looked like an animal, but not an animal. It curled up like a placenta, and there was a faint fishy smell.

Luo Chen frowned, and could not find any corresponding species of this thing in his memory.

Monster? Magic beast? Or even a man-made beast, or a spirit-like monster?

Not to mention the ownership of this thing, his consciousness began to explore the body of the spirit, trying to find a gap for a breakthrough.

Time passed little by little.

Gradually, Luo Chen found a clue from this motionless spirit.

"There are three seals in total!"

"One layer has been broken, and blood stains are everywhere, which is extremely corrosive. If I am not mistaken, this should be the work of the Blood Sea Ancestor of the Yuan Demon Sect. He tried to refine this sword, but was severely injured. After that, he lived on this sword for his entire life until it was inherited by the Blood Nightmare Demon Luo."

"This second layer of seal has gaps everywhere. Is it the Blood Nightmare Demon Luo's trick?"

"That's good. Following these gaps, I may be able to plant the soul seal on the spirit."

Luo Chen withdrew his consciousness, and a look of realization appeared on his face.

Before, the Blood Nightmare Demon Luo must have thought about refining this sword completely, but failed. The gaps on the seal are the evidence.

Then can I do it?

Luo Chen's mouth corners slightly raised, and he had already made a plan in his mind.

…

Three days later.

Luo Chen sat in front of the Hunyuan Cauldron, with his eyes closed tightly and his hands making seals.

In his Zi Mansion, the Yuanying villain seemed to be echoing inside and outside, and his fat little hands were holding the same seal.

As he breathed in and out, Luo Chen's facial muscles trembled, and gradually a ray of golden light slowly flew out from between his eyebrows.

If you look closely, you will see that it is a mark that looks like a flame.

This is the soul seal condensed based on the puppet technique.

Once planted into the puppet, it is far more convenient than silk control, mana control, and divine consciousness silk control.

However, ordinary puppet masters cannot condense such a lifelike and complete soul seal.

Only those who have mastered the method of dividing souls and have a strong soul can do this.

As the soul seal flew out, Luo Chen did not hesitate and threw it directly into the cauldron.

Instantly!

There was a burst of blood in the cauldron, and the Blood Sword seemed to realize something, bursting out layers of spiritual light, trying to prevent the invasion of the soul seal.

Are you very unwilling?

Don't want to sit back and wait?

At this moment, Luo Chen snorted coldly.

"town!"

The Hunyuan Cauldron trembled, and the five colors of gold, green, blue, red and yellow were intertwined, like strips of soft satin, binding the blood swords layer by layer.

Not only that.

Crack!

Wisps of silver-white arcs crackled in the cauldron, like whips, whipping and threatening next to the blood sword.

Even within the silver-white arc, wisps of black arc could be faintly seen.

The power of thunder that Hunyuan Cauldron absorbed back then was a transformed black thunder beast!

The silver arc is no more than a superficial fur.

The black electric arc is the essence of the power of thunder.

Even Luo Chen usually did not dare to summon the black thunder thunder easily when facing the enemy, but at this moment he could only use it briefly.

Under this powerful suppression and intimidation, the blood sword continued to tremble and the sword screamed.

However, to Luo Chen, the sound of the sword sounded more like a helpless wail.

"Just obey me!"

Luo Chen chuckled, controlled the soul seal to follow the gaps, penetrated into the second layer of seals, and began to merge with the soul.

During this process, some pictures emerged in his mind.

A little beast was born from its mother's womb and devoured eight of its brothers. It was full of ferocity.

A dazzling sword came out of the furnace and was kept on the mountain of soldiers.

Suddenly one day, the sword broke through the mountain and went straight into a gloomy and dim world.

In that world, there are countless strange beasts and many comers.

Many people tried to conquer the sword, but unfortunately failed.

There were also those who succeeded briefly, but in the end they never left that world, and instead became sword sacrifices.

Among them was an old man, wearing a plum blossom blood robe that was somewhat familiar to Luo Chen, and held the sword in his own hand.

The picture flows.

The blood sword was carried out of the dim world by an unconscious dragon soul, but struggled to escape halfway, and finally fell into the hands of a woman.

There was nothing the woman could do, she couldn't refine the sword at all, so she could only use it as bait to catch big fish.

The bloody sword was empty and sharp, leaving a sword mark between the eyebrows of a middle-aged man.

Under the influence of another consciousness, it was forced to fly back into the dim and lightless world until it was taken out again.

These pictures also include the various methods used by those who tried to refine this sword in the past.

He shed his blood to recognize his master, was imprisoned by his magic power, enslaved his soul, and even sacrificed his life to feed him!

Using so many methods, the blood sword soul was contaminated and became extremely smelly.

Now, Luo Chen is doing this again!

Lingso slowly opened his eyes, and his beast eyes gave Luo Chen a cruel and affectionate look, then slowly closed them.

At this moment, Luo Chen felt the echo between the sword and himself.

"Success!?"

Luo Chen suddenly opened his eyes, surprised and happy.

But then, he shook his head.

Deep within the Blood Sword, there was still the thickest third layer of seal that had not been broken, and he only barely gained the power to control the sword.

The evidence is...

"Here comes the sword!"

With a move of his hand, the five-color silk ribbon of the Hunyuan Cauldron was loosened, the silver-white electric arc was removed, and the blood sword fell into his hand.

The tip of the sword trembled, trying to turn against Luo Chen himself.

There is a strong bloodlust on it.

"You actually want to drink my blood. It's such a delusion."

Luo Chen was happy and unafraid. He held the sword in one hand and wiped the sword body with the other. He spat out magic power and the blood light instantly converged.

At this moment, without the bloody light affecting his consciousness and sight, he finally saw two simple inscriptions engraved at the junction of the sword body and hilt.

【Yuan Tu】

"Is that your real name?"

Luo Chen breathed a sigh of relief and swung the blood sword twice at will. He felt that it was so satisfying and so sharp that the space seemed to be cut.

"That's a good name. The ancestor of Yuan Mo Sect's Blood Sea was indeed slaughtered by you."

Although he knew that this was definitely not the intention when the name was engraved on the sword, Luo Chen was willing to attach such a layer of origin to it.

Later, Luo Chen enshrined the Yuan Tu Sword on his knees, his magic power enveloped it like a vast ocean, and his spiritual consciousness continued to penetrate into the sword body.

Recognizing the owner of the soul seal is only the first step.

To truly exert the power of this sword, you need to continue to practice it, get more familiar with it, and even find the rhythm of the opponent absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Let’s do it step by step!

…

Luo Chen thought about taking it step by step, but apparently it backfired.

Because Fuchaosheng is back.

Some things are like this, and they often do not depend on personal will.

Luo Chen was anxious about when Fu Chaosheng would come back to Zhongzhou, but now he hopes he will come back later.

But now that Fu Chaosheng is back, he will have to face the reality of expectation and fear.

"Time is running out, we will leave tomorrow!"

Fu Chaosheng said.

Seeing Luo Chen puzzled, he explained: "There is news from the sect that a great man is about to ascend, and I must go back early to make some preparations."

Luo Chen was full of doubts, and all of them turned into nothingness in front of the four words "great man ascends".

He only asked one question, "Who is it?"

Fu Chaosheng shook his head, "You will know by then. Get ready and set off directly tomorrow morning."

...

In Shenyuan City, Fu Chaosheng's return was not concealed at all.

Similarly, the news of his departure was also released on the same day.

It was so urgent that it seemed to force people to express their opinions.

Some high-level cultivators who were still waiting and watching had to make a decision in a short time.

On the second morning, a group of more than a thousand people came out of the city in a mighty procession and arrived in front of a large ship in the Giant Whale Port.

Luo Chen looked up at the large ship and actually felt a powerful aura from it that was no less powerful than his own.

That was not a living person, but the ship itself.

Zhou Yunshen whispered on the side: "It is rumored that this ship is made of the corpse of a sword-killing whale. The sword-killing whale once reached the fourth-level demon king realm. Therefore, it gives us such a breathtaking feeling."

"Using a whale as a ship?" Luo Chen was quite surprised. "Wouldn't the head of the North Sea Whale Clan, the Sea Emperor Whale, be furious about this?"

But as soon as he said this, he laughed at himself.

This is the ship of the Tianyuan Dao Sect!

Not to mention the fourth-level demon king, even if the Sea Emperor Whale came in person, the Tianyuan Dao Sect would probably not give him face.

It's not that Luo Chen is exaggerating the reputation of the Dao Sect, but the fact that Shenyuan City is now out of place in the North Sea explains everything.

Countless monsters were surrounding, but none of them dared to attack the city.

Even though the Sword and Halberd was about to take people on a long journey, those monsters only dared to watch from afar and did not dare to get close.

The Black King hidden in Luo Chen's sleeve was a little curious, "Why don't we take the teleportation array and go directly to Zhongzhou?"

Luo Chen shook his head.

If it was just a few people, the teleportation array would be convenient.

But now...

He looked around, thousands of people were waiting in the port, like a cloud.

There were Yuanying Zhenren like him, and Qi-refining cultivators with shallow realms, and even babies in women's arms.

The strong pressure brought by the super-long-distance cross-sea teleportation array during the transmission process was not something that low-level cultivators could bear.

It was faster and more convenient to take a boat.

And according to Fu Chaosheng, when they were halfway there, they would be divided, some cultivators would take the short-distance teleportation array to cross the natural barrier and go directly to Zhongzhou, and some cultivators would sail slowly step by step.

In Luo Chen's perception, he quickly found out the number of Yuanying cultivators who went to Zhongzhou.

Including him and Zhou Yunshen, there were seven Yuanying real people in total!

The remaining five people were in a good realm and were quite old. They used to dominate the North Sea and were very famous.

Over the years, whether it was because of the war between good and evil, or because of the invasion of the demon alliance, or for the consideration of their own path, they made the decision to leave their hometown and go to Zhongzhou to join the Tianyuan Dao Sect.

"Only this trip, the Tianyuan Dao Sect has accepted seven real people. After the ancient times, in the past three thousand years, I don't know how many powerful people from other states the Tianyuan Dao Sect has absorbed."

Luo Chen took a deep breath and cast his eyes on Fu Chaosheng who was talking to someone.

There were four people in total, and they were the four elders of the North Sea Tianyuan Merchant Alliance.

No one knew the content of their communication, but when Fu Chaosheng bowed and said goodbye, the three elders headed by Shen Wandou all looked solemn.

"Everyone, get on board!"

Fu Chaosheng led the way and went straight into the Jianji.

The rest of the people did not rush up in a swarm, but boarded the ship one by one under the guidance of the disciples of Dao Sect.

"Master Luo, please come this way!"

To everyone's surprise, among the seven Yuanying masters of Beihai, the first one to be led up was not Zhou Yunshen, who showed the highest realm, but Huang Sanren, who was the youngest and had the lowest realm.

Looking at Fu Hongzhang's sincere invitation and feeling the eyes behind him like a thorn in his back, Luo Chen's face was calm.

"Let's go!"

He stepped on the ship.

Tianxuan, Sang Jinghe, and Zhang Jingqing followed closely behind.

Zhou Yunshen, who was closer, looked at this scene with a complicated expression.

In fact, something can be seen from the order of boarding.

And he was ranked last among the seven masters.

"It's too late, everything is too late. I came too late, too old, and I seem to be at the highest level, but in fact I am the least valued. I spent countless years of my family's savings to finally get a place on the ship. I don't know if this trip is worth it?"

Zhou Yunshen looked back at the clansmen behind him, each with a different look, with both reluctance to leave their homeland and longing and expectation for the place they will go.

"Forget it, being able to find a place for them to live is the last thing I can do. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and the future depends on them."

"Get on board!"

He said calmly, calling on his family members to follow the disciples of the Yuanmo Sect to board the Jianji.

After the Zhou family members got on board, there were no more passengers.

On the bow of the ship, Fu Chaosheng nodded to the three people at the port, and then disappeared into the depths of the ship.

The Sword and Halberd buzzed and trembled, and with a burst of spiritual light, it pushed away the huge waves and slowly set sail.

With layers of white waves rolling down and the sails hanging high, the Halberd was like a huge whale swimming towards the distant sea level.

Since they left.

Shen Wandou unleashed his spiritual consciousness with all his strength and swept across the surroundings with a sneer on his face.

"You, those of you who are covered in fur and armor, are wet-born and egg-transformed. The great situation has been achieved, but you are afraid to move forward. In the end, it will be difficult to achieve great things."

"Go back. After today, Shenyuan will seal the city!"

Following his order, countless monks from the Giant Whale Port returned to Shenyuan City like a tide, and the huge city gate closed with a rumble.

Tianyuan psychic cannons, their dark and thick muzzles protruding from the tower, overlooking the North Sea.