If the Qingming Sword is used by the Tiandu Zhenren's sword control attainment, he may be able to barely fight with the Blood Evil Demon Blade. However, the ordinary sword control technique of Zhenren Minghe cannot do this at all. The weapon refining formation he is proficient in also takes time to exert his due power, but this does not mean that he cannot withstand the coming Demon Blade.

Although the sword cultivator can take the enemy's heads thousands of miles away, it seems to have an advantage in high-intensity and high-tempo confrontation, the strength that a prepared weapon refiner can show is incomparable to the sword cultivator.

Since the real person Minghe heard that among all kinds of divine thunder magic weapons, the power of the heavenly secret demon Uso has always been dissatisfied with this. He condensed a supreme Taiyi divine thunder bead with one hand, and then took the essence of the Nine Heavens Thunder into it and integrated it into a complex sacrifice and refining for decades. Because the methods themselves are not very clever, they are only forced to compress and condense in the pile-up method, and the power and cost are not equal, so they have never refined it again. Apart from the one I used to experiment, there is only the moment in his hand now.

However, after all, it consumed the research results of the two Jiazi magic power of the Minghe Real Person. The destructive power within a small range is not much inferior to that of the secret demon Usuo of the heavens. After the Blood Evil Demon Blade was slashed with one sword, although the blade itself did not contain any damage, the blood-colored demon aura condensed by the demonic energy in the sky felt like it was about to be blown away by the sudden burst of blue lightning, and gradually showed signs of splitting and dissipation.

Since the birth of the Seven Sects of Demon Soldiers, except for being smashed by the incarnation of the Killing Psychic of the God of War Ares in the world of the 300 Spartan warriors, it can be said that it is invincible. Whether it is the ancient three-generation blood clan like a god or the commander of the Third Legion of Hell, they are all depressed under the blade. Now they are actually shattered in front of this cultivator who is weaker than themselves. Although the rejection of the main plane occupies an important reason, this still surprised Lin Feng.

"Not only can I completely suppress my obsession and desire, but I can also resist my blood evil demon blade with the body of the mortal realm. This makes me really feel a little reluctant to kill you."

Lin Feng took the magic blade back into his palm and continued, "Minghe, if Qingcheng hadn't bound your achievements, he would probably not even be qualified to compare with you today. If you are willing to join the Blood Sea lineage, then I will take you back to the Blood Sea. Please accept you as your disciple by your master."

"I wonder what will be waiting for me after joining the Blood Sea lineage? The mysterious and profound martial arts, the extremely powerful magic treasure, or is it destroying the Xuanmen's righteous path to achieve a overlord?"

Although Minghe Zhenren was still calm and had no emotional fluctuations, the hatred and irony in it were so obvious.

"If this is the case, it would be fine. But do you have any ideas about the so-called power of good and evil in the mortal world? This world is originally an extremely huge chessboard, and all living beings are chasing and fighting. Whether it is ants, mortals, monks, so-called immortals, gods, demons, and Buddhas, it is all in it. In the end, it just depends on which level you can break through, or do you still care about him?"

While Lin Feng said slowly, lights representing the soul continued to gather in his hands, and finally formed a light purple soul body, which was the Taoist Tiandu who died under the Blood Evil Demon Blade before.

Although the soul has dispersed and it is impossible to recover to the real person of Tiandu no matter what, as long as the residual soul has not been completely refined, this life may continue.

Before, seeing the soul of the real person in Tiandu was swallowed by the demon blade, Minghe thought that it must have been refined instantly, but who would have thought that Lin Feng deliberately kept it intact? Ren Minghe was so relieved that he would inevitably cause waves under these ups and downs.

This is also the purpose of Lin Feng's behavior. Since the desire in his heart cannot take effect, he can only use his obsession to make a fuss. Although he did look up to Minghe Zhenren, he was very happy to turn him into a criminal, but this is what he needs after Minghe Zhenren died.

"The Blood Demon Venerable praised it, Minghe was ashamed of it, but I am afraid that the Venerable will not be able to return to the Sea of ​​Blood in this life."

Although there was a little turbulence in my heart, even the cultivator who was not yet experienced in the world could not directly agree to such a proposal, so the true man Minghe still said so.

Before he could finish his words, a simple scroll about foot long and radiant with a dark light appeared in the hand of the Minghe Zhenren. It floated up little by little and suddenly dispersed in the air, growing in the wind, turning into a huge painting scroll that was hundreds of feet high and about forty feet wide. A series of ink paintings that were exactly the same as the mountains and rivers of Qingcheng continued to spread from it to the surroundings, integrating with the scenery of the mountains and flowing waters in the air.

As Minghe's hands continued to change like a storm, not only did the illusion shadows condensed from true energy gradually condense into substance, but magic weapons flew out of his hands driven by the Dharma Seal True Art.

After the emerald green peaks were sacrificed, the mountain that was only a hundred feet high gradually turned into a sacred mountain that was nearly eight thousand feet high. The surface was like the Emei Sword Cliff, densely packed with ancient and dilapidated flying swords. The intent of the sequel sword and the solemn momentum of the mountains rushed straight into the sky, dispersing the filthy demonic aura that was originally entrenched in the air. The huge shadow also completely enveloped the vast sea of ​​blood.

When the pavilions and halls like Qingcheng Mountain Gate also spanned this Thousand-foot sacred mountain, nine-story pagodas that seemed to be carved from white jade were sacrificed again, and they were transformed into endless shining bright and blurred light.

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Chapter completed!