Drawing cards can't save the weird world

What Zhao Hao is looking for for Zhang Zong Wobu is - the blood sacrificial sword!

Since you value your precious sword as much as your eyeballs, then I will teach you a blood sacrifice method!

Let you combine human and sword into one, and cultivate a stronger sword!

...Don't worry, I'll think about how to create this method first~

In fact, Zhao Hao had already thought about this.

When Zhao Hao was in the first adventure in the strange world, he got a special "Bell Bell Sacrifice Refining Method".

This is a kind of blood sacrifice method, which requires ritual blood sacrifice utensils day after day to make it produce special effects and become an elementary magic weapon.

The advantage of this blood sacrifice method is that ordinary people can use it, but it is protracted, and it cannot be successful without a few years of uninterrupted effort and strong belief.

But in Zhao Hao's hands, can it be that simple? That's too low!

Change, must change!

First of all, if you want the magic weapon to be connected with your own mind and command like an arm, it is best to use your own blood to sacrifice it.

Ordinary people can't use this trick, of course, the body can't stand the bloodletting every day for a long time.

But the transcendent doesn't care, just a few drops of blood that moisten their own psionic energy a day.

However, it is the blessing of the magic weapon, especially the knife that needs to be sacrificed.

Zhao Hao had drawn a card before and got a "Shallow Shot", which was the white board's Zanpakuto.

Although it was later merged into Zanpakutao Huanglongyue, Zhao Hao was deeply touched and shocked by Qian Da.

You can try... Although you can't use your soul to make knives, your spirituality can make it yourself.

Give the knife its initial spirituality, and then let Chang Zongwobu use his own spiritual power and blood to refine it, plus some alchemy and rune language blessings, maybe he can make a copycat version of the sword?

Just do it! Let's talk about whether it will be successful or not.

It’s good if it’s done; if it’s not, it’s because Chang Zong Wobu’s heart is not sincere, and he didn’t even take care of his own sword~

Now it seems that this black iron 4-star sword that has been passed down in the Changzong family for more than a hundred years also has some origins and stories.

In just three days, Chang Zong Wobu's sacrifices and offerings, which he never left his body day and night, already had a sense of spiritual awakening.

Well, okay~ Sure enough, I teach well~

At this time, the crowd was still staring at Tumiya Gagaku before Er, but they looked at the precious sword in Changzong Wobu's hand: Why does it feel so similar to my Fan Gangjian?

The Tugong family is good at raising spirit beasts, and in the treasured sword held by Tugong Yale, there is a two-hundred-year-old spirit beast Fangang, which is actually Guanhu.

Although it is not as powerful as those ferocious spirit beasts, but in terms of agility, Gagaku Tsuchimiya, who is holding a rice gang sword, has a great advantage.

And at critical moments, the spirit beast Guanhu can come out to help fight!

So, just before the second, the head was fast enough~ Otherwise, Guanhu would come out and bite him with two catties of meat!

At this time, the treasured sword in Changzong Wobu's hand also gave birth to spirituality, but the spirit body has not yet formed, so Tugong Gagaku feels very similar to his own treasured sword.

Zhao Hao on the top of the mountain was a little bored, regretting not bringing some snacks. The fight is finally underway!

The weapon that Tianshan Daocheng held was very modern. It turned out to be a machete, which looked a bit like a short-handled saber. Black iron 2-star things should be built by themselves. It can't compare to the treasured sword Lingqiewan in Chang Zongwobu's hand.

In fact, after the first weapon collision, Daocheng Tianshan was already a little timid.

Because he found that his weapon was slightly damaged after a simple bump, and the blade had a gap the size of a grain of rice!

Could it be that the precious sword in Changzong Wobu's hand is so sharp?

He was a little panicked, he couldn't fight like this!

In fact, it is not because Lingqiewan is so sharp, at least not entirely, and part of the reason is that Chang Zongwobu's spiritual power has gradually developed towards attributes such as "sharpness" and "cutting" during the years of swordsmanship practice. .

Even with a wooden sword, Chang Zongwobu can cut people in two as easily as if holding a fine steel sword!

The weapon in his hand is sharp, and Chang Zongwobu's swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary, with layers upon layers, strict rules and no flaws.

Tianshan Daocheng, who is good at machetes and unarmed combat, really has nothing to do.

Although continuing to persist can achieve the goal of consuming Changzong Wobu's spiritual energy and physical strength as much as possible, Tianshan Daocheng is not that kind of wretched person.

After repeatedly confirming that he had no chance, he simply backed away, graciously admitting that he was no longer an opponent.

Speaking of which, this is all evil fate, Chang Zong Wobu really restrained Tian Shan Daocheng too much.

The machete that Tianshan Daocheng was good at dared not touch Lingqiewan, and he dared not approach it with empty hands. Once he was cut, it was no joke.

However, the "Psychic Hell Disguise Map" on his body, because of the cutting effect of Lingqie Pill on psionic energy, cannot manifest the protective spirit to come out to fight.

Seeing Tianshan Michijo turn around and return to the crowd, members of the Shikoku Chengdaohui were patting him on the shoulders and arms and saying something, Changzong Wobu couldn't help but sigh that the other party is indeed a famous "knight" in the Shikoku!

Open and aboveboard, open and generous.

Tianshan Daocheng quickly conceded defeat, which made Miyoshi Sanji and the others look a little bad. After all, Chang Zongwobu could not be consumed further.

But the Shikoku Chengdao Association is not dough, and if they knead it, they can only give up.

"Master, it's up to you. In order to prevent the secret realm from falling into the hands of monsters, the master must not hold back."

The bald head ordered by Miyoshi Sanji is Master Shizhen of Lingshan Temple. He is in his forties and has been promoted to Black Iron 5-star five years ago. I am concentrating on comprehending my own practice test and striving to advance to bronze.

If it wasn't for the fact that the ownership of the secret realm was involved this time, and Miyoshi Sanji tried his best to invite him, he would not have come.

At this time, being so entrusted by Miyoshi Sanji, he could only put his hands together and chant Amitabha. It is the default.

Since Chang Zongwobu is on the side of the raccoon, he can only defeat him with all his strength.

Lingshan Temple is on a cliff, and it is not easy to climb. But there is a beautiful waterfall at the foot of the mountain, and the incense is strong.

Although Lingshan Temple is not a famous temple, it has been passed down in an orderly manner for four or five hundred years. The number of people has always been small, but the inheritance of the inner world has always been there.

Monk Shizhen belongs to the Nichiren sect, and he practices a kind of "Buddhism" called Nioh Miaofa Lianhuashen!

This kind of exercise is somewhat similar to penance and horizontal practice. It needs to rely on physical suffering to clarify the spirituality, and it is more suitable for the state of mind of Buddhism. It is a kind of exercise from the outside to the inside and then to the spirit.

Monk Shizhen sat under the waterfall for 20 years, let the rapid water of the waterfall beat him, and cultivated this method to Heitie 5 stars. It can be regarded as having cultivated the external skills to the end, and the next step is to enter the bronze from the outside to the inside.

When he put his palms together, his whole body began to emit a faint golden light, like a bronze statue, and the spiritual energy under his feet gathered into a lotus platform.

At this time, he is only in the realm of the lotus body, and there are not many magical methods available. The combat power is very simple close combat, and generally there are no spells, except for chanting.

But it makes sense that this method has been passed down by Lingshan Temple for three or four hundred years.

Although there are no "magic methods" available in the black iron stage, the resistance bonus to spiritual energy is extremely high.

And the armor is also very thick, which has a very good effect on body blessing and protection, and does not affect the body defense at all!

After the two started fighting, it was like a blacksmith striking iron, clinking.

Although the Lingqie Pill has the effect of cutting off psychic energy, it is not very effective when facing the monk Shizhen who is wearing the golden light of Buddhism and has a high resistance to psychic energy. Slashing the opponent's psychic energy with a single knife, the golden light can not be cut. hurt the body.

For a moment, it was like rain hitting plantains, and the shadows of fists and swords were in a hurry to shuttle back and forth!

The overflowing psychic energy of both sides brought a strong wind, obviously the battle was too fierce and could no longer be effectively controlled. As a result, the ground was destroyed, with a sword mark in the east and a pit in the west.

Five or six minutes passed...

"Damn it! This real monk really lives up to his reputation! I have nothing to do with him!"

Chang Zong Wobu was out of breath, and his spiritual and physical strength were running out from the high-intensity battle.

On the other hand, the great monk was still blushing and heartbeating. After all, he was a 5-star old black iron, and he was not comparable to Chang Zongwobu, a new and tender person.

Mentality, psychic power, experience, and means all have an advantage.

If it weren't for Chang Zongwobu holding the treasured sword Lingqiewan, which could somewhat make up for some disadvantages, he might not be able to survive now.

"My psychic power is running out, so I can only use that trick! I'm still not familiar with it, so I can only take a gamble!"

Inexplicably, in his mind, he thought of Brother Cheap's second old man getting under the bed, oh no, it was stepping forward and chopping!

"Master's Dharma is profound, and I am deeply impressed. Now my spiritual power is running out, please take my last move!"

"Amitabha ~ Donor, please do your best."

All the remaining psionic energy was mobilized by Zhang Zongwobu.

run! Speed ​​up, speed up!

I didn't sleep when my brother sleepwalked and practiced swordsmanship before the second day!

bring it on! Let my psychic energy travel through the cells of my body... let's generate lightning!

Chang Zong Wobu slowly assumed the posture of possessing his body and drawing his sword. In the next moment, there seemed to be a blue light, and there seemed to be a dense and noisy bird song. Chang Zong Wobu had already appeared behind Monk Shizhen. , the long knife out of its sheath...

Monk Shizhen put down his fists and clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, I lost."

On the concave and convex muscles of his side abdomen, a thin and long wound suddenly opened, and blood oozes and gathers, sliding down from the pale golden skin.

Zhao Hao's head teacher Zong Wo issued random cuts and a monkey version of electromagnetic propulsion. Zhao Hao called it—the Breath of Thunder.

Zhao Hao electrified Changzong Wobu for an hour every night, and Changzong Wobu was scared when he saw Zhao Hao raising his hand, and finally let him find a sense of power generation by himself.

After all, the genuine electromagnetic propulsion is a 3-star bronze technique. If he wants to enter the room, he must first advance to bronze.

However, this kid is really good to be called a genius. He actually imitated the appearance of three or four points after only watching the two before performing the forward cut!

The problem is, what the two learned before was half a bucket of water, so what good will happen to those who imitate half a bucket of water?

This has degenerated from an old man getting under the quilt to an old lady who can't get on the kang!

I can't stand it! Zhao Hao covered his eyes...