Chapter 1419: The Bloody Demon Sutra

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A trace of qi and blood power was pulled out from the blood-colored sphere.

However, Xiao Yi's brows suddenly wrinkled.

"What's the matter, it's so much more difficult?" Xiao Yi frowned.

At this moment, Gu Lianxing had crossed his knees and closed his eyes.

Xiao Yi injected a trace of qi and blood into her body.

While guiding the qi and blood power to swim on the bloodline, he frowned secretly.

At this moment, he felt extremely difficult to pull these qi and blood forces.

The qi and blood power drawn out is only a trace.

A few days ago, in the Huanguang Cave Mansion, when drawing the soul power ball, it was not so difficult.

The spirit power drawn out, one after another, stretches continuously, extremely relaxed.

But when I got to the Blood Light Cave Mansion, I could only draw a little bit of Qi and blood power, and it was extremely laborious.

This blood-colored sphere and the soul power sphere, both of which are powerful and thick, should be at the same level.

Obviously it is the same level of power.

When he was drawing soul power, he was extremely relaxed.

It is difficult to draw these blood powers?

Xiao Yi couldn't help frowning.

Outside the main mansion, the energy and blood drawn by the eight geniuses is also only a trace.

However, the formations outside of them obviously have an auxiliary effect.

And the formation method is by no means an idle formation method.

Therefore, when they pulled together, they seemed to be much faster and easier than Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi frowned secretly.

With such a slow speed, it would take at least a few days, or even longer, to completely repair Gu Lianxing's Tianxing bloodline.

"Forget it." Xiao Yi whispered in his heart, but he could only temporarily abandon his distracting thoughts and concentrate on repairing Gu Lianxing's bloodline.

But, right at this moment.

On Xiao Yi's other hand, his fingers moved suddenly.

On his fingers, his Qiankun Ring trembled for a few minutes.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi was puzzled and released his perception.

Of course, in fact, he had already guessed.

Sure enough, in the Qiankun ring, Leng Yanjian was changing.

As early as when he entered the main mansion and saw this blood-colored ball, he knew that Leng Yanjian would definitely change.

Whenever there is qi and blood power, Leng Yanjian will change.

Not to mention the huge sphere in front of him, the power of Qi and blood is astonishingly thick.

"Got it." Xiao Yi said through a voice transmission.

"When I help people repair the bloodline, it will be your turn to absorb it."

Xiao Yi knew that there was a sword spirit in the Leng Yan sword.

It understands its own voice transmission.

However, now he was troubled by the slowness of mobilizing qi and blood, so he just casually transmitted a sentence.

Guess what, in the Qiankun ring, the Leng Yan sword vibrated abnormally.

shock,

also became more intense.

The vibration of Leng Yanjian made the Qiankun Ring tremble.

Xiao Yi's fingers shook for a while.

"Little thief?" Gongsun Huowu asked suspiciously while looking at Xiao Yi's shaking fingers.

"It's okay." Xiao Yi shook his head indifferently.

In the heart, the sound transmission is within the Qiankun ring.

"What are you doing? I'm welcome to make fun of you."

The sound transmission fell.

But the changes in the Qiankun Ring did not stop at all, but intensified.

"You bastard, but you really want me to be angry, destroy your sword body, and burn your sword knowledge?"

Xiao Yi just threatened, but he would not really destroy his Leng Yanjian.

Unexpectedly, inside Leng Yanjian, there was an angry old voice.

"Stinky boy, do you dare?"

"The old man has endured you for a long time, and this is not allowed, and that is not allowed."

"If it were put in thousands of years ago, if you dared to be so disrespectful to the old man, the old man would have sipped his mind and sent him to Huangquan."

"Huh?" Xiao Yi was shocked when he heard the words.

Speaking of which, it was the first time he had seen Sword Spirit say so much.

Although he had long known that there was a sword spirit in the Leng Yan sword.

However, the number of times Sword Spirit spoke was very few.

Moreover, this was the first time he could hear the sword spirit's voice accurately.

"Heh." Xiao Yi sneered, "Listening to what you said, today is thousands of years later, how can I not be?"

"You..." The old voice was obviously stagnant.

"Just stay with me." Xiao Yi said coldly, "I don't know what your sword spirit is. Maybe it was amazing thousands of years ago, but now, you are just a touch of spiritual knowledge."

"I'm going to destroy it, but at the click of a finger."

This Sword Spirit's words actually surprised Xiao Yi, but at the same time he had expected it.

What had been expected was that the existence of this sword spirit must not be short.

After all, the Leng Yan sword was forged hundreds of years ago.

Of course, what surprised Xiao Yi was the existence of the Sword Spirit, which seemed to be much longer than he thought.

Listening to this tone, it seems to be an unusual sword spirit.

However, the sword spirit is the sword spirit.

Xiao Yi couldn't be afraid of this threat.

The movement in Leng Yanjian had already stopped.

However, the voice of the sword spirit became more and more annoyed.

"Stinky boy, when will it be the old man's turn to absorb such a slow speed?"

Xiao Yi was originally a little bored because of the slow speed, but now that he heard the words, his face turned black.

"I've tried my best to make adjustments. If you can't wait, you can absorb it yourself."

When the sound transmission fell, Xiao Yi's hand flashed with light, and he took out the Leng Yan sword.

Almost at the moment when the blade appeared, strands of blood energy were drawn out from the blood-colored ball, and then entered the blade.

The Leng Yan sword is, after all, a middle-grade holy weapon.

This level of holy artifact requires at least the peak cultivation of the Holy Emperor Realm before it can exert its full power.

Naturally, the sword spirit within the sword, the speed at which it absorbs the power of qi and blood, is even higher than that of Xiao Yi.

After a few minutes.

Another sound transmission came.

"Boy, can't you help the old man by hand?"

"You are a sword cultivator, the sword is not in your hand, and if you don't stimulate the power of the sword, how can the power of the sword body be maximized?"

The voice of Jian Lingqi's suffocation came again.

"It has nothing to do with me." Xiao Yi indifferently transmitted his voice.

A long time ago, he had acquiesced in the fact that Leng Yanjian absorbed the power of qi and blood.

Therefore, Leng Yanjian wanted to absorb the power in this blood-colored sphere at this moment, and Xiao Yi did not stop it.

But he is now doing his best to repair Gu Lianxing's bloodline.

The speed of drawing blood energy is slow. If half of the speed is used to control Leng Yanjian, then Gu Lianxing's bloodline repair speed will be even slower.

The sound transmission of the sword spirit stopped abruptly.

After a full half an hour.

"The power in this blood pill is pure and strong enough, boy, you are lucky."

"The old man will give you some benefits."

Xiao Yi ignored it.

But after a while, strands of martial arts words appeared in Xiao Yi's mind out of thin air.

"Boy, this is the blood magic scripture. It is a Qi and blood exercise. How long you can comprehend it depends on your own ability."

The voice of the sword spirit, in the old age, carried a touch of banter.

"Blood Temple Magic Sutra?" Xiao Yi frowned.

Xiao Yi's face twitched, and when he heard this, he didn't know what a good thing it was.

but…

Xiao Yi glanced at Gu Lianxing beside him, and then at Leng Yanjian.

For a long while, still with curiosity, I sensed the words in my mind.

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