Chapter 77

It's already sunset at the end of healing. The setting sun's bright red reflected in the stream, as if dyed a layer of crimson, put in the stream water on the mouth of the water bag cooing, almost with the red together with pouring into the stomach.

He drank a mouthful of fresh water, sweet and pleasant, which made his slightly tired eyes flash a touch of satisfaction. In the wilderness and forests, the setting sun sets in the West. Looking up at the sky, the tired birds flutter their wings to return to their nests. From time to time, the chirping sounds are clear and graceful, and there is a touch of tranquility far away from the secular noise in the mood.

It seems that, in fact, if you can forget everything and enjoy the simplicity in such a quiet place, it's good to think about it.

However, he still has something that he can't let go of. He can only treat the accidental joy as just a beautiful encounter. The magic flowers and bubbles will disappear between heaven and earth.

"Sword spirit, thank you very much."

Looking back, Ning Yue's eyes changed slightly, and he was surprised, but soon he was relieved.

Not far away, the illusory sword spirit gradually stands, and its body is almost translucent. If a slightly faster wind blows by, it may blow it away. At her feet, several mutilated bodies fell on the scarlet earth, their faces changed, their bodies withered like rotten wood, as if they had been drained of all their flesh and blood essence.

In addition to Ouyang Wu, who was originally killed, there were four others.

Ning Yue vaguely remembers that at the beginning, it was also four people who followed Ouyang Wu to encircle himself.

"It seems that Ouyang Wu said just now that his companion left him? At that time, I should not tell lies. It seems that he really deserves to be his partner who used to hook up with each other before. He should be aware of what he wants to do and try to follow him for profit. Unexpectedly, they all died here. "

Shaking his head, he sighed. It doesn't matter whether the truth is what he thought. Anyway, it's better to bury it in the Loess together.

"Master."

With a whisper, the sword spirit slowly raised his hand, and a bright red pill lay quietly in the palm of his five fingers.

"Time is short, I can only refine one. The rest will be given to the host in a few days. "

Who knows, rather more did not receive, glanced at the ground corpse's miserable condition, frowned and sighed: "oneself keeps, I do not need."

"Take one just in case. If you encounter a situation similar to today's, without the blood elixir, how do you plan to solve it? I know that the master is still in conflict with the blood elixir refined from the essence and blood of the Terran strongman, but isn't there no way? What if you meet a Warcraft with good quality and refine a new blood elixir, and then exchange it with me? "

The sword spirit's hand was handed forward again. This time, Ning Yue finally compromised, took the blood spirit pill and put it into the belt buckle.

Then he thought of something and asked, "by the way, do you know anything about Warcraft?"

After closing his eyes and meditating for a while, the sword spirit nodded and said, "my master's luck is good. In my recollection, there is a part of it. Magic Warcraft. Usually, if Warcraft gets some magic tools or... "

Ning Yue suddenly interrupted and said, "wait a minute, I know all this. What I want to know from you is that a spirit weapon can make a Warcraft whose blood stops in the realm of spiritual awakening break through into the realm of wind, incarnate in the realm of magic Warcraft, and also endow it with great intelligence. What kind of level might such a magic weapon be? "

Since they are made of metal, they can be divided into different grades. From the materials used to the methods of making them, the inlaid natural materials and local treasures, the engraved strange runes and the different grades of the craftsmen, they can be divided into different levels.

There are many spiritual tools, which are divided into four levels: Heaven, earth, Xuan and Huang, and each level is further divided into three levels. On top of the spirit tools, there are also venerable tools and holy tools. On the other hand, it's a magic weapon that only exists in legend. Everything has the power of destroying heaven and earth, but few people know whether it really exists.

For a warrior, it's a huge card to have the same spirit weapon. It's not to say that he has an absolute advantage at the same level, even if he jumps the level to kill his opponent. However, different psionic weapons have different abilities. Some of them are powerful, but it's not easy to control them. If they are not used well, they will be a double-edged sword that will bite its master.

However, for those who are strong in the realm of spiritual awakening, they are usually unable to control the medium level and above of the Xuan level.

"It's hard to say. After all, some spirit weapons have their own peculiarities. If the materials from Warcraft are used in casting the weapon, and the Warcraft that devours the weapon has similar blood, the variation will be amazing. Or, the artifact itself has a special effect on Warcraft. "

The sword spirit shook his head and sighed: "if it's a complete spirit weapon, at least the Yellow step is superior. If it's a fragmentary fragment, depending on the integrity, it's not impossible for the xuanjie to be superior. "

But he shook his head. Ning Yue said, "how do you feel that it's the same to ask and not to ask? Forget it. We'll talk about it then. However, no matter what it is, if you use this dark Xuan to kill the magic Warcraft, you and the sword's strength will be greatly increased, right

"If you swallow the essence and blood, you can refine the blood elixir to a higher level. Moreover, the host should also be able to unlock the power of the third seal in the dark Xuan. If it's a piece of magic weapon in the body of magic Warcraft, dark Xuan has the ability to swallow that piece together, and turn it into the purest power to recast himself. Of course, the host and I can also get part of the power. In that case, the increase in strength is inevitable. " The sword spirit slightly smile, in the tone, seem to have some instigate rather more meaning.

"Yes, it's inevitable that the strength will increase... Just, where is the magic beast in chengfengjing so easy to deal with? In addition, besides blood variation, it may have gained new abilities. Otherwise, how can it escape from the encirclement and suppression of so many sectarian forces again and again? "

Want to return to think, back to reality, rather more can only temporarily put down just blood surging mood. No matter how good a thing is, he must have the strength to eat it. Otherwise, if he has a broken tooth, the gain will not be worth the loss. To say the least, even if it turns out to be a good time, how can he possibly take away the spoils of war by taking advantage of the unreal Warcraft that is not in the peak state in the encirclement and suppression?

This time, it's not only the people in Yunxu sword Pavilion who are covetous, but also many strong men of the whole Snow Dragon empire.

If he had to fight for it, his enemy would be more than a magic Warcraft.

And the purpose of this trip back in a hurry is not here at all.

"If you do, you can run unless you have to. Such an enemy is not what you and I can deal with now. " Ningyue shook his head again. The difference between him and magic Warcraft is not one or two levels of strength, but a whole realm. I'm afraid it's not the enemy of the other side.

"I understand. All decisions are made by the master."

After that, the sword spirit knelt down and raised the dark Xuan to ningyue.

When he received the sword, Ning Yue asked again, "then which level is this dark Xuan? Or has it gone beyond the realm of psychics? "

"I can't remember it clearly, but I'm sure it's not in the category of spirit tools to untie all the dark Xuan in the heyday of the seal."

As the voice fell, the body of the sword spirit became more nihilistic and gradually turned into light and scattered in the wind.

"Not in the category of aura? I can also guess that. Is it a venerable or sacred instrument, or a supernatural or magical instrument only found in higher level legends? Forget it, what do you want to do now? Just hurry up. If it's the Moai mountain range, you should turn left along the original road in about two days. Compared with returning to Yunxu sword Pavilion, it saves seven or eight days on the whole. "

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Moai mountain range, as its name suggests, is a hundred mile long mountain range, sometimes haunted by fog, which changes with day, night and season. Especially in the core area, which is 20 Li around the center, it's covered by thick fog all the year round. It's said that no one has ever come out of the area.

Because, in this misty mountain range, some Warcraft reproduce and grow far better than other mountains, and many of them still contain poison. Even in the mountains and forests where the fog has been very weak, they are also a huge threat to the strong people who rashly enter. They are hidden in the dark. Once they appear, they may be a burst of blood light.

"Damn, why is it fogging again?"

In the mountain forest, a young female disciple of the sect gasped, looking at the vast white gradually spreading in the distance, and a few strands of fear passed in her eyes.

On her side, there were two disciples with similar clothes sitting under the tree. The wet touch was sticky on their clothes. They were very uncomfortable, but they were unable to move away. Because, they are too tired, and they are seriously injured.

"No, if we go on, we'll be wiped out!"

Another male disciple, who could still stand, sighed, and his sword blade was covered with thick light green blood. Not long ago, they were attacked by a small group of Warcraft, barely blocking the first wave of attack, and they have been killed and injured more than half.

Now, the fog is getting thicker, and the Warcraft hidden in the dark is even more powerful. This is their home court, fog is the best camouflage.

"That's right. We have to go back. The fastest way."

Another disciple wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced at the two companions who could not move under the tree. At the wound where they were scratched, there were a few strange green threads in their blood, which was obviously a sign of poisoning.

In response, he shook his head.

"We have to leave them, or even we will die here!"

Suddenly, the male disciple in front of him looked back and said angrily, "are you kidding? How can you leave our martial brothers?"

"Well, you can accompany them to die here. I won't help you!"

With a roar of anger, another male disciple turned around and stepped on it, strode through the mountains and forests. Due to the gradual floating fog, plus the tree branches and leaves of the shelter, the blink of an eye can not see his figure.

Soon, a miserable roar came from a distance and fell into the ears of the surviving female disciple. Her face suddenly turned pale as snow.

"Elder martial brother Yu, he won't have..."

"I'm afraid so..."

Only the male disciple who didn't want to give up was left to accompany her. He slowly stepped back and came near, frowned and said, "now there are only two of us left. There are seven brothers and sisters from the school. Unexpectedly, it took less than half a day to become this. Xiaonian, if you really can't do it, you can run alone. Elder martial brother, I'll stop you. "

At the same time, a slight wordy sound of footsteps came from behind him. He suddenly changed his face, turned around suddenly, and didn't want to stab with a sword.

Ding!