The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Yunying's hands, which were as white as jade, were already wrapped in blood light, as if they had been soaked in a pool of blood. To her, this blood light was like a pool of ice, which made her tremble from the cold, but also gave her unprecedented strength .

This is the source of bloody spirituality that she has never dared to use.

Seeing that the pen barrel was held in her hand, Mirage screamed and disappeared in place.

At the same time, the barrel of the pen emits a layer of gray light, resisting Yun Ying's destruction.

The blood light and the gray light are at opposite angles, and it seems that no one can do anything to the other.

But Yunying knew that she couldn't last long.

She has been afraid to use the blood-colored spiritual source, for fear that if she uses it a little, the hostility and evil energy in it will rush into the sea of ​​consciousness and alienate herself into the appearance of the Asura killer.

But now, she is in this situation.

The evil spirit has wrapped her spiritual consciousness, if she can't destroy the pen barrel immediately, she may no longer be her in the next moment.

Yunying bit her teeth until her gums bleed, and in the boundless pain and coldness, she suddenly developed a little strength, and crushed the pen barrel abruptly!

The broken bamboo sticks between her fingers, and the blood drips from her fingers.

She didn't have time to care about these minor injuries, she mobilized her spiritual consciousness non-stop, drove the evil and hostile energy out of the sea of ​​consciousness, and forced it back into the bloody spiritual source.

But something suddenly caused trouble in the storage bag, rushed out of the restriction of the storage bag, and rushed out as a bloody light.

Yun Ying only felt a piercing pain in her fingertips, a bloody mouth was forcibly melted by that thing, and a drop of blood was forcibly sucked away.

Then the thing stopped in the air, stained with her blood.

It was a rusty blade bought at Tao Ningqin's stall.

To this day, Yunying still doesn't know what this rusty blade is, but when he sees its aggressiveness, he has a bad premonition in his heart.

Because she could feel that the drop of blood she lost just now was not ordinary blood, but the blood of the heart.

No matter how far a monk has cultivated, there are only three drops of blood essence, which are in charge of the soul and blood of a person, which can be called the foundation of one's life.Now that a drop of it was suddenly sucked away by this strange blade, how could Yun Ying not panic.

The blood on the knife gradually disappeared, as if it had actively penetrated into it, and it seemed to be swallowed by the blade without a trace.

Very abruptly, Yunying felt that there was a strange connection between herself and this blade.

She immediately understood that this was actually a ceremony for the recognition of the owner of the magic weapon. When the monk chooses the magic weapon of his life, he will take the initiative to mark the magic weapon with his heart blood and spiritual knowledge. Arm command, handy.

But Yunying can guarantee that there has never been a situation in this world where a magic weapon actively absorbs the blood of a monk to recognize its master.

In the current situation, she was completely under the pressure of this little blade, and she was powerless to fight back.And that blade rotated slowly, high above, even though it was lifeless, Yunying somehow felt that she was being stared at coldly by it.

The rust on the blade gradually peeled off, revealing a blade as thin as water. Although the surroundings were completely dark, there was a gloomy light like the eyes of a snake on the blade.

The feeling of being stared at coldly became more obvious, Yun Ying didn't have time to think about it, and frantically mobilized her spiritual energy and spiritual consciousness.

There is only one thought in her mind, to stop the blade from moving, no matter what it wants to do, stop it!

This kind of thought made her forcefully squeeze out a trace of aura from her meridians, and rushed desperately into her dantian, which she had long been unable to perceive.