Paragon God Creation System

The Saint Artifact in the ghostless heart was really difficult to deal with, which made Cheng Wushuang a little confused. He immediately applied the Appraisal Technique, and was surprised to find that the ghostless Saint Rank Sword Artifact was not in the ruins, but [blood refinement Saint Artifact]. .

This is a very special method of refining. The Saint Artifact refining can only be used by the refining person. As the strength of the refining person continues to increase, the Item itself will also improve its quality.

Like the reincarnation Gu Nianchen encountered in Small Heavenly Wolf Star, his strongest weapon is the Blood Soul jade bead, which can strengthen a weapon to reach the Saint Rank level.

However, the method of blood refinement is more evil. It needs to consume a lot of Martial Artist’s blood essence to feed the item, thereby inducing Heavenly Thunder. Generally, people like Cheng Wushuang who are more frank and upright will never use the method of blood refinement to refining the item.

The ghost has no intention of seeing the sword qi performed by Cheng Wushuang, and it is frowned. It feels that Cheng Wushuang is not a simple Martial Artist in the Early Stage of the Domain Lord.

“Boy, good strength! If you are willing to be my subordinate, I can let you out of this small place of Scarlet Flame Dynasty and see a wider sky. With your qualifications, it is too wasteful to bury this.” He spoke in an old voice at this time, completely different from the tone of the previous speech.

This change has made Cheng Wushuang and the others’ faces look uncertain.

Cheng Wushuang gazed coldly: “You shouldn’t be a ghost without a heart, are you? I guess it’s pretty good, you should be a body with a ghost without a heart.”

“It is said that Ghost Sect is just a second-rate Sect, a second-rate sect, how would one understand the art of blood refinement, an advanced Artifact Refining Art that only Immortal Feather Realm Martial Artist would know!”

The ghost has no heart. The sword cut off the ground. After listening to Cheng Wushuang’s words, his face changed slightly, and he immediately said with a smile: “I have no heart and no heart!”

“However, in your words, a Scarlet Flame dynasty, almost all Martial Artists, should not know the technique of blood refinement? But you know, and you can also see the thing of blood refinement of Sword Artifact in my hand!”

“So who are you? I’m afraid, like me, an old monster wearing a young leather watch.”

The ghost said without a heart and smiled coldly.

Cheng Wushuang facing Shen Yiyi and the others instructed: “You make way, this person is not easy, you protect yourself in a while!”

Shen Yiyi, Duan Qing, and Duan Mulianxin are nodded. They naturally see that the ghost is not simple, and it is different from the Martial Artist. They know that if they stay here again, they can only hinder them. Even if they have Saint Artifact, it is probably not helpful. Busy, he consciously backed away more than ten battles.

The ghost stared unconsciously at Cheng Wushuang’s eyes, seeing a vicissitudes in that gaze, immediately said with a smile: “Boy, I see that you are also an extraordinary Martial Artist, and I’m nearly, everyone is a desperate It ’s better that we join forces. I know this place has a big relic, there is a treasure in it! “

“If we want, we can share that treasure!”

Cheng Wushuang shook the head, said: “I don’t think you can say that I can find the place! Even without you, I can get the treasure you said.” This treasure is already displayed on the map of Little Meng. It is clear that in the center of Van demon cave, there is a group of Immortal Feather Realm corpses buried underground.

The ghost sneered unintentionally: “It’s ridiculous! Do you think that if you get one or two low-level Saint Artifacts, can you beat the corpse demon guarding that place?”

Cheng Wushuang smiled lightly. If he used this low grade Saint Rank Sword Artifact on his hand, he would definitely not beat the corpse demon who possesses the Martial Artist Battle Strength of the World Lord, but he has Nine Dragons Coiling Venerable Cauldron. But Divine Artifact, a divine might, a broken saint might!

Watching Cheng Wushuang smile without saying a word, the ghost’s face sunk innocently, knowing that this person who might be with him should not cooperate, and can’t help but wave a giant sword, coldly shouted: “Since so, I have to chop you Kill, and then refining into crickets! “

After that, he pointed to the five expressionless teenagers behind him, the dumb-eyed teenager.

“Your puppetry is just relying on blood essence to control the minds of others. This type of puppetry is very low level.” Cheng Wushuang sarcastically said.

He had already seen that the five young men behind the ghost were unconscious, and the means of refining were not clever, and his “Apocalypse” was not a grade at all, so it was concluded that the ghost was unconsciously possessed.

Seeing Cheng Wushuang’s ridicule and ridicule, the ghost was furious in his eyes. He could not imagine that someone would ridicule his 傀儡 Secret Art, and immediately slashed with a sword. “If you don’t leave, let’s die for me now!”

Suddenly the giant sword set off a crazy sword qi and swept across.

“You blame me no wonder!”

Coldly snorted, Cheng Wushuang, a little bit of void, infused spirit strength, spirit strength, soul power, three strengths on top of Sword Artifact, volatilized a huge saint might, and immediately performed the Beiming soul Sword Art.

Almost instantly, the ghostly and unintentional sword qi was broken.

The ghost was startled by surprise, his eyes widened slightly, and he couldn’t think of the word qi that he had exhibited in the 50% strength just now. He was broken, and his face slumped and he dared not to underestimate the enemy.

“Don’t you really think about cooperation?” Gui asked coldly.

Cheng Wushuang said with a sneer: “I like to swallow alone, I don’t like to be separated from others!”

The ghost had no intention of eyebrows frowned, and said, “Really arrogant.” Then jié jié gave a laugh and gave out a black gas.

“Go!” Under the command of the ghost, Wu Daoyou flew straight to Duan Mulian’s heart, holding sword qi in succession, exhibiting mysterious Sovereign Rank Sword Art, and beheaded.

“I disturb your mind! How do you deal with it?” With a swipe of the ghost sword, countless sword glows flickered constantly, like waves, turbulent Pengbai, unstoppable, and another wave was stacked one after another.

Cheng Wushuang is so persistent, and won’t be distracted by worrying about Duan Mulian’s heart.

He is frowned, and sees the sword light in front of him. For him who has a change to dao sword environment, he can recognize the Sword Skill level cast by the ghosts at no time. This Sword Skill is a super grade Sword Skill of Ancient Sovereign Rank. , No less than the “Overlapping Waves Sword Qi Slash” he currently knows.

When Sword Art changed, Cheng Wushuang immediately put out the sword intent of the change to dao sword environment. At this moment, Sword Art, the soul of Beiming, seemed to have life and became more flexible and weird than before.

Every time Cheng Wushuang waved a sword, he brought a scene of ten thousand horses galloping, evaporating the atmosphere and the proud Sword Art mood!

After a few short fights, the ghost was frightened without any intention. He absolutely didn’t expect that the boy in front of him had achieved such a high level on Sword Art. He actually reached the [Hua Dao] sword world, and the heart divine root was not used by him. Little trick influence.

In this Scarlet Flame dynasty, the sword repair Martial Artist can reach the [Huajian] before the age of 50, even if the qualifications are vertical and horizontal, and can be [into the micro] before the age of 20, even the monster.

“How can you have the sword state of [Hua Dao]! Even if you are a reincarnation god who has acquired the power of body possession, you will never reach [Hua Dao]!” The ghostless words were full of envy fire.

[Huadao] Sword Realm, but his realm as a sword repair yearn for something even in one’s dreams.