Chapter 602: Supreme Pure Yang Sword Qi (Part 1)

From the moment there was light, the three people's eyes were all focused on that faint light, watching helplessly as the light became brighter and brighter, eventually becoming dazzling.

The originally empty deep well finally showed its true appearance after Yang Chen's restraining technique. A huge long sword that stretched almost from the bottom of the well to the well mouth showed a bright shadow, appearing in front of the three people out of thin air.

The unparalleled sword energy can be felt without even touching it. The sword energy is crisscrossed in the sky, and the top of the entire mountain seems to suddenly become sharper. Those flying birds that are still dozens of miles away, They don't even dare to fly in this direction, as if there is something here that makes them extremely terrifying.

All of this, the three people in the cave cannot know for the time being. Everyone's eyes are focused on getting the sword shadow, and no one wants to look away.

Yang Chen didn't make a move or give a hint. Of course Shi Shanshan wouldn't make a move, but just admired it from a close distance. However, the two of them did not move, but the middle-aged scribe could no longer hold back and began to strike eagerly.

There was a soft sneer, and a sword tip suddenly appeared on Yang Chen, who had been standing there watching. It penetrated Yang Chen's back, and then emerged from Yang Chen's chest. At the same time, the middle-aged scribe had pointed his finger at Shi Shanshan.

Yang Chen and Shi Shanshan both stared at the middle-aged scribe with the same disbelief, and then their bodies collapsed to the ground softly.

"Teach you to be good and don't trust everyone you meet in the future." The middle-aged scribe was quite happy. The two rookies didn't know how they had reached the Nascent Soul Stage. They didn't even have any experience in the world. They were just two stupid young people who didn't care about worldly affairs.

"Boy, you can go with peace of mind. You are a beautiful wife. I will treat her as my concubine." The middle-aged scribe said proudly, with the ecstasy on his face that could not be concealed: "You can have a good life before you die. Look at how I collect this sword energy. It can make you die in peace."

As he spoke, the scribe stretched out his hand and pointed a finger at the phantom tip of the huge long sword while laughing loudly. A drop of blood immediately seeped out from the scribe's fingertips and stained the sword. The sword shadow originally extends from the bottom of the well to the top of the well, and it is very easy to do this.

Recognizing the master by dripping blood is the lowest way to establish a connection with the magic weapon first, which is inferior to the manipulation of divine consciousness. but. It's simple and effective. Although it is a temporary recognition of the master. But it can buy time for further sacrifices in the future.

The middle-aged scribe is not a guy who doesn't know anything. He naturally knows that this sword energy has been horrifying for countless years here. It is unrealistic for him to collect it in a short time, so he used such a method. As long as the sword energy does not attack you for the time being, there will be hope of conquering him in the future.

As expected, as the scribe expected, the huge long sword's shadow seemed to have suddenly found its owner as soon as it saw blood. As soon as the light flashed, all the shadows penetrated into the scribe's body from the place where the blood oozed.

The sword energy enters the body. The scribe's expression also became cautious, and he stood cautiously. Feeling the sword energy flowing in his body bit by bit, after a while, he showed an expression of relief and a smile appeared on his face.

"Hahahaha!" The scribe began to laugh wildly again, and began to say to himself again with ecstasy and madness: "It has been six hundred years, and I finally got this sword energy. Hahahaha, six hundred years, six hundred years." Hundreds of years, hahahaha!”

After laughing wildly, the scribe looked down at Yang Chen and Shi Shanshan who were paralyzed on the ground, without concealing his pride and happiness, and laughed and said: "I would also like to thank you two for solving this six-hundred-year-old mystery for me. I also gave you a flower-like jade cauldron, this trip is worthwhile!"

"Forgot to remind senior." Amid the arrogant laughter of the scribe, Yang Chen, who was pierced by a flying sword in the chest and should have been furious, sat up as if nothing had happened, his voice was calm, and there was no trace of injury.

"This sword energy has been cultivated in the land of gold energy for hundreds of thousands of years. The impurities contained in the gold energy will form a protective shell outside the sword energy. Moreover, these impurities are mixed and impure, making it very difficult to control." In middle age. Under the dumbfounded eyes of the scribes, Yang Chen stood up with a smile and said slowly: "Originally, it would take at least hundreds of years or longer to refine these gold impurities, but there are seniors who volunteered to test them with their physical bodies, and they were able to Using flesh and blood to attract it saves me a lot of effort, thank you very much!"

Not only Yang Chen, but also Shi Shanshan next to him stood up with a nonchalant look on his face, showing no signs of being restrained. The performance of the two of them made the middle-aged scribe of the Mahayana period dare not look at his own eyes. Could it be that everything he saw was fake?

To be honest, Shi Shanshan was also a little surprised. Yang Chen's chest had already been pierced, how could he be so relaxed? However, Yang Chen had hinted before that Shi Shanshan should wait and see what happens. Shi Shanshan had absolute trust in Yang Chen and followed suit. Now seeing Yang Chen sitting up unscathed, he was naturally happy.

Hearing Yang Chen's words, Shi Shanshan couldn't help but smile to herself. Everything is under the control of my husband. I don’t know how this middle-aged scribe who thinks he has control of everything is feeling right now.

However, it was obvious that the scribe no longer cared about asking why Yang Chen was okay despite having his chest pierced. He had already discovered the abnormality in his body, and his face began to look ugly.

Ahhhhh! A shrill scream came from the scribe's mouth, as if he was suffering from something. A big lump would bulge on his body, and then collapse again. Here and there, they keep appearing.

Chichichichichi, a continuous sound sounded from the scribe's body. Blood mouths appeared from the scribe's body one by one, and then a bright light flew out from the blood mouth, bringing with it bursts of blood mist.

The bright lights that flew out only flew a few steps away before being swallowed up by a dragon shadow that appeared from nowhere. This impurity of supreme sword energy is Xiaotian's favorite delicacy. It is simply a natural tonic, especially after being nourished by the flesh and blood of Mahayana masters, it is even more delicious.

Apart from screaming, the middle-aged scribe could only watch helplessly as his body was pierced by the sword energy, and the sword energy that flew out was swallowed up by the roaring sky. Every sword energy that flies out will take away a lot of the scribe's vitality. Slowly, the scribe's voice becomes lower and lower, and then there is no sound anymore. . . )

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