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072 The Divine Sword Has Spirit!

(There is a bit of a card, and the third chapter is presented. I will visit my grandma tomorrow if it’s not cold, so I should update it in the evening. Please forgive me. May Day is here, I wish you a happy holiday!)

When Zhou Feng returned to Tianji Fucheng, he was surprised to find that all Tianji Fucheng had a black and white flag with a strange character written on it. After accepting the inheritance of the Immortal Seal Method, Zhou Feng had basically understood the characters in the cultivation world, and he was naturally not unfamiliar with the words on those flags. However, it was precisely because he saw that he was so surprised, because if the word was translated into Chinese, it would be the word "sang".

"Shenqi? Did they know the news that Qing Ming Zhen died?"

Looking at the desolation flag on Tianji Fucheng, Zhou Feng's heart suddenly moved slightly. After severely damaging the demon king and the blood god clone, the Shenxiao Blood Sword directly broke through the soul reincarnation magic array and disappeared without a trace. Could it be that he had returned to this Tianji Fucheng?

Thinking of this, Zhou Feng accelerated again and dragged his tired body toward Tianji Fucheng.

"It's Snake Teeth coming back!"

Looking at Zhou Feng who was slowly approaching, the mercenaries stationed on Tianji Fucheng exclaimed in surprise. Then they quickly opened the ban and welcomed Zhou Feng into Tianji Fucheng.

"Snake Teeth, you're finally back!"

As soon as Zhou Feng was welcomed into Tianji Fucheng, Yagan and others appeared one after another, and said with a worried look on their faces: "What happened? Xiao Zhuo said that the whole army of Qingming and the millions of Shenxiao disciples were wiped out. Is this true?"

"Xiao Zhuo is right, but not only the entire army of the Qingming Zhenren and the disciples of the Shenxiao Sect were wiped out, but even the powerful men from the original plane of the demon clan died together under the fighting of each other."

Hearing the feeling of the feeling, Zhou Feng nodded, then took a deep breath and said, "This matter is very complicated. I will tell you later after I passed by. You should go with me to find Xiao Zhuo first. I have something very important to tell him."

After saying that, Zhou Feng jumped up and flew towards the direction of the head sect hall. Yagan and others looked at Zhou Feng's anxious expression and knew that something must have happened, so they did not continue to ask questions, but flew towards the head sect hall with Zhou Feng.

The battle of the three clans almost caused all the disciples to sacrifice. Now, except for Xiao Zhu, who are still in Tianji Fucheng, there are only some low-level disciples who are low in strength and are not qualified to participate in the battle. After greeting a few disciples in the custody, Zhou Feng and others also entered the main hall and saw Xiao Zhuo on the throne of the hall.

At this moment, Xiao Zhuo was looking at the blood-colored sword in his hand with a sad face, and he didn't even notice the arrival of Zhou Feng and others. After seeing the blood-colored sword, a trace of splendor flashed in Zhou Feng's eyes.

He was right, the Shenxiao Blood Sword was indeed back to Xiao Zhuo's hands.

"Brother Snake Tooth, you are not dead?!"

It was not until Zhou Feng called back Xiao Zhuo's attention after several times. Seeing Zhou Feng appear, Xiao Zhuo, who was originally silent in grief, suddenly exclaimed and stood up, then asked in disbelief: "Master said that the situation was extremely critical at that time. Logically speaking, you should have died like him. But I didn't expect you to come back. This is really great!"

"Your master said?"

Hearing Xiao Zhuo's words, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared on Zhou Feng's face and asked, "How is this possible? Didn't Qingming Zhenren have already sacrificed? Then how did he tell you that I might be dead?"

"My master is indeed dead, but he can also say he is not dead."

Hearing Zhou Feng's words, Xiao Zhuo sighed heavily, then gently touched the Shenxiao Blood Sword in his hand, and said with a red eye: "After the sacrifice of his soul, the master became the sword spirit of this divine sword. In this way, although his soul is preserved, his soul will be trapped in this divine sword forever. Unless the divine sword is destroyed, he will never be reborn."

Speaking of this, Xiao Zhuo's tears finally couldn't help but stayed, and he cried with grief on his face, "For the inheritance of the Shenxiao Sect, the master not only sacrificed his life, but also his soul. And what happened on the battlefield was what the master told me through the Shenxiao Blood Sword."

The Divine Sword has spirits. After the Shenxiao Blood Sword is completely formed, it can be upgraded to a real divine weapon without only one sword spirit. The Qingming Zhenren obviously knows this, so he sacrifices his soul at the last moment and becomes the sword spirit of the Shenxiao Blood Sword. Because only in this way can he control the Shenxiao Blood Sword, so that Xiao Zhuo can use this divine sword and not be slapped by the divine sword.

"I see..."

After hearing Xiao Zhuo's words, Zhou Feng also sighed and said, "The Qingming Zhenren is indeed great. He is actually willing to be imprisoned in this Shenxiao Blood Sword forever for the inheritance of the Shenxiao Sect. It is really admirable."

Zhou Feng was indeed deeply touched. Compared with death, the endless loneliness is undoubtedly a more miserable result. From now on, as long as the Shenxiao Blood Sword is not destroyed, the soul of the Qingming Zhenren will be trapped in it forever. And to destroy a magical sword at the level of the magical weapon is not something that ordinary people can do.

"Let's talk about the serious matter first..."

After sighing slightly, Zhou Feng also looked solemn, and then said seriously: "First of all, a new incident occurred later in the battle. It turned out that this battle was a conspiracy designed by a mercenary named Red Blood. His soul reincarnation magic array not only traps us, but also traps the troops of the demon clan, and forces them to kill each other. After a bloody battle, the demon king and the blood god clan finally died together, and the troops of the demon clan were wiped out, leaving no one left."

Speaking of this, Zhou Feng paused slightly, and then said with a more serious expression: "But the Red Blood became the final winner. Not only did he survive that battle, he also used the formation to absorb the souls of all the soldiers and strong men of the demon clans, allowing himself to advance to the thirteenth level, and was already passing the mortal tribulation. Although I injected him in the end, it is probably difficult to stop him from successfully passing the tribulation, at most it will only reduce part of his strength. In other words, our only enemy now is the Red Blood, which already has the thirteenth level combat power. Only by killing him can we win this war."

"Thirteenth level?"

Hearing Zhou Feng's words, Xiao Zhuo's face suddenly became extremely solemn and complicated. After pondering for a while, he continued: "With the cooperation of my master, I can now use some of the abilities of the Shenxiao Blood Sword. If it is other means, it should not be a big problem to deal with a strong man who has just entered the thirteenth level. Since that's the case, why don't we find him now and then kill him while he is over the tribulation?"

The Shenxiao Blood Sword is extremely powerful. When there was no sword spirit, Zhenren Qingming could already use this magic sword to fight with two top thirteenth-level strong men. Now with the help of Zhenren Qingming, Zhenren Qingming, the magic sword is even more powerful. Therefore, although Xiao Zhuo only has the eleventh-level strength, it may not be impossible to deal with a thirteenth-level strong man. What's more, Xiao Zhuo also has some trump cards that he has never used, which has increased his confidence in confronting Chixue.

"I don't agree with this proposal!"

However, before Zhou Feng could speak, he objected to Xiao Zhuo's words. He shook his head first, and then said seriously: "According to what Snake Ya said, this guy can plot against the three tribes of human, demon and demon with a mere soul reincarnation magic circle, he would never have no other trump cards. And don't forget that he is not only a mercenary, but also a very cunning and greedy mercenary. We are not too careful to deal with such people, so I think we should respond to all changes in the same way and use Tianji Fucheng to fight him steadily. After all, he has only one person, and as long as we are careful to deal with him, it should not be a big problem."

"I agree."

After hearing the feelings, Zhou Feng nodded and said, "That guy is definitely not simple. We just rashly find him and may step into the trap he designed. Moreover, he is a thirteenth-level blood demon now. If he wants to escape, it will be difficult for us to catch him, so it is better to stay in this Tianji Floating City and wait for his arrival. After all, time is beneficial to us. The later he comes, we can accumulate more strength."

"Since that's the case, then do as you said."

After pondering for a while, Xiao Zhuo nodded, then took out a Sumeru bag and handed it to Zhou Feng, and said in a low voice: "This battle is related to the survival of our Shenxiao Sect, so I can only ask you anyway. This is a little spiritual medicine stored by my Shenxiao Sect. Although these spiritual medicines cannot directly improve your strength, they can improve your cultivation speed. I hope they can help you."

"Then we're welcome!"

Without any politeness, Zhou Feng took the Sumeru bag directly, nodded, and said, "I'm going back to seclusion now, and strive to make a breakthrough before the Red Blood attacks. Don't worry, I will do my best to help you win this war."

After saying that, Zhou Feng left the hall of the head sect with a sense of romance and walked towards his retreat room.

"Master...I will definitely win this war!"

Looking at the backs of Zhou Feng and others leaving, Xiao Zhuo also sighed deeply, then gently stroked the magic sword, and fell into silence again.
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