Chapter 626 Demonic Sword Kills the Master

Chapter 626 Demon Sword Kills Its Master

Blood dripped onto the bronze sword, and it kept dripping for seven or eight drops. Ye Xiaochuan then looked at the bronze sword expectantly with his fingers.

Disappointed that the blood did not seep into the sword, Ye Xiaochuan was extremely depressed. He thought he had picked up another artifact-level blood-refining magic weapon, but it turned out that this immortal sword did not take his blood at all.

Just when he was disappointed and frustrated, Ye Xiaochuan suddenly found something wrong. He saw that the blood he dripped onto the bronze sword seemed to be alive, flowing along the lines carved by the ghost cloud pattern on the sword, just like river water entering the river channel. Wherever the blood passed, the lines gradually changed from red-yellow to purple, and seemed to be emitting purple light.

Ye Xiaochuan immediately became energetic again, and even Wangcai rushed over, very interested in what happened on the bronze sword.

The blood soon slid all over the lines on one side of the sword, and the purple light became brighter and brighter. When the sword on this side was completely soaked in blood, the little blood that was left actually rolled down to the other side of the sword automatically, and continued to flow along the lines of the ghost cloud text. Even if Ye Xiaochuan turned the sword upside down, the blood did not drip, but flowed along the lines.

Unfortunately, the blood was not enough. Only one-third of the lines on the other side of the sword were smeared with blood.

Ye Xiaochuan felt that the bronze sword still needed blood. He cursed a few times and dripped a few drops on the sword with heartache. He thought that I had lost so much blood tonight, and I didn’t know how many supplements would be needed to make up for it.

After getting Ye Xiaochuan’s blood again, the blood continued to flow along the lines. Soon, all the lines on the two sides of the sword were smeared, and finally began to spread to the hilt.

When the hilt was also stained by Ye Xiaochuan's blood, the originally bright yellow bronze sword completely turned into a purple divine sword, with rosy clouds and spiritual energy. Even with the appearance of the rosy clouds, a fierce wind suddenly blew around the cliff of repentance, and the humming sound of the wind echoed in the valley, just like the sword sound of the divine sword when it awakened after thousands of years of sealing.

Just when Ye Xiaochuan was surprised, the bronze sword in his hand suddenly trembled. He was startled and hurriedly threw the bronze sword away, but the bronze sword bounced up immediately after it fell to the ground, and pierced the sky with a whoosh.

Ye Xiaochuan was ecstatic, and he was really sure that he had picked up a treasure!

However, before he had time to dance and celebrate, the bronze sword emitting purple light in the air turned the sword body and pierced Ye Xiaochuan with the momentum of thunder and lightning.

Ye Xiaochuan was so scared that his hair stood up immediately. He raised the Wufeng in his hand and blocked it with force, deflecting the bronze sword that was rushing towards him.

At this moment, his hands were numb from the shock. The bronze sword seemed to be a magic sword. The sword just now was really going to kill him!

He was horrified and didn't understand which procedure was wrong, but the bronze sword didn't give him room to think. It turned in the air and rushed towards Ye Xiaochuan again.

Ye Xiaochuan turned around and ran away. In the previous sword, he had already felt that the opponent's spiritual power was too strong. His current cultivation could not resist the magic sword at all!

But he forgot that he was in the Cliff of Repentance at this moment. When he turned around and prepared to escape, he found that there was a stone wall behind him.

He shouted that it was not good. When he turned around again, a purple light shot down from the sky quickly, less than three feet away from his chest. The powerful spiritual power almost coagulated his blood.

He raised Wufeng, trying to shake off the bronze magic sword, but he was still a step too slow. The bronze magic sword was not only incredibly fast, but also full of spiritual power.

Ye Xiaochuan only felt a purple light shooting directly into his chest, and he screamed: "My life is over!"

He still didn't understand until now, how this bronze sword, after being infected with his blood, seemed to trigger the magic power of the immortal sword itself, wanting to kill him.

Everything happened too suddenly, and he didn't even have a chance to escape. The narrow Siguo Cliff was where he rose to prominence, and it seemed destined to be the place where he fell.

The purple sword light penetrated Ye Xiaochuan's chest. At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan's chest seemed to release a purple strange light.

The last memory of Ye Xiaochuan's life finally stopped at the moment when the purple glow shot out from his chest, and then he felt cold all over, as if he had returned to Xuanying's cave again, lying shirtless on the ice jade bed.

Wangcai was shocked and screamed, flapping his wings back and forth on Ye Xiaochuan's cheeks, but there was no reaction at all, as if he was really dead.

Late at night, Yun Qiyou walked out of the room in a daze. She couldn't accept that her Zhanchen Sword was a magic sword containing supreme evil spirit.

She was going to the ancestral temple to find the old man.

The seal that imprisoned the evil spirit and magic power in the Zhanchen Sword seemed to be getting weaker and weaker. She didn't know when the evil spirit would break through the seal. What terrible things would happen then, she didn't dare to think about it.

Since the old man knew the secret of Zhanchen, he might also know how to reseal the sword.

The white snow covered the Cangyun Mountains, and the Cangyun Mountains, which were hundreds of miles long, turned white.

It was midnight when Yun Qiyou, dressed in white as snow, appeared in front of the ancestral temple. The weather tonight was very good, without heavy fog. The bright moonlight shone on the white snow, reflecting the silvery white moonlight, as if the whole world was much brighter than usual.

Yun Qiyou held Zhan Chen tightly, took a deep breath, and walked to the gate of the ancestral temple as if he had made a great determination, and pushed open the tall wooden door.

After more than ten days, the hunchbacked old man was still so old. He held a small knife in his withered hand and was carving a spirit tablet. I don’t know if it was the same one from last time.

The old man didn’t seem surprised at all by Yun Qiyou’s arrival. He didn’t even raise his head. He squinted his sleepy eyes and scraped off the sawdust on the black spirit tablet with a small knife. His movements were very slow, but they seemed to be very rhythmic.

Yun Qiyou glanced at him and didn’t say anything. He walked to the altar and respectfully offered three incense sticks to the ancestors of all generations, and then turned to face the old man sitting on the futon.

The old man said hoarsely: "Your mind tonight is more chaotic than the last time you came. Have you discovered the secret of Zhan Chen?"

Yun Qiyou said: "Senior, who are you? Why do you know the secret of Zhan Chen?"

The old man said: "I am an old servant who cleans the ancestral hall. I have lived longer, so I know some things that young people don't know. Now believe me, do you feel the magic of the Seven Star Black Crystal?"

Yun Qiyou was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Yes, so I came tonight to ask the senior to teach me how to re-seal this magic. The senior should have a way."