Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 615

[Chapter 615 Just try it!]

Shen Zhenyi probably felt that things in the world were not easy.

He spoke with sincerity, but others didn’t believe it, and even thought it was a provocation.

The Jagged Senior Brother’s face was as cold as frost, and he said sternly: “Is Elder Shen trying to humiliate our Jagged people?”

He looked down on Chu Huoruo before, but Shen Zhenyi was actually a little bit afraid.

After all, the master was very polite to Shen Zhenyi before. He didn’t know the reason. It might be that the master was old and blind and saw the wrong person, but he had to be careful.

Now that Shen Zhenyi was talking wildly, he was angry in his heart, and naturally he didn’t look down on these people in Abandoned Sword Villa.

Shen Zhenyi didn’t care about his tone: “I don’t mean it, let me try it, don’t you know?”

“What a joke!”

The senior brother snorted coldly: “The blood essence of the master craftsman has been scattered for thousands of years. Even if it is inherited from various places, there is only a drop of pureness that can be retained. We in Overlord City have built iron entrances and worked hard for so many years to accumulate blood essence and red clouds. , this time to condense blood essence, it took at least hundreds of years of accumulation.”

“If the sacrifice is held again, it will no longer resonate with the blood and essence, and there is no possibility of success!”

Although the master craftsman of the secret art uses the method of turning blood essence into iron, he will have a lifeline that will never die, but the world of seven wounds is vast, and blood essence is scattered everywhere, so only the method of making iron profound entrances has the opportunity to resonate with blood essence, can it be transformed its calling.

But this is only possible after long-term accumulation.

Now that I have just used a sacrifice, I have obtained blood essence, at least three hundred years, it is impossible to condense a drop!

This is also the reason why the Jagged disciples are so angry.

“Try it and you’ll know.”

Shen Zhenyi still didn’t care.

You think it’s impossible to succeed, so let’s try it out and we’ll know?

Senior Brother Jie Xue was so angry that he really didn’t know the heights of the sky and the earth: “Okay, if you want to try, you will try! But I have something to say first, the essence and blood resonate, and borrow the power of heaven and earth, if you can’t control it, it is easy to get rid of it. It will be devoured by the power of the nether, so don’t blame me for not reminding you!”

The essence and blood of human beings dissipate after death and should be returned to the netherworld.

The mystery of the ghost is unpredictable, and no one can tell exactly where it is, and it is probably always the final destination of the deceased.

The method of the master craftsman of the secret method is to turn blood essence into iron, in order to achieve immortal practice and escape from the underworld. But in the end, it still has to comply with the rules of heaven and earth, so the essence and blood resonate, and when summoned, it must also fight against the so-called “nether power”.

A little careless, eroded by death energy, you will die!

Try it if you want.

The senior brother didn’t bother to stop him from looking for death. Of course Shen Zhenyi didn’t care. Seeing people give way, Shi Shiran walked up to the altar.

Chu Huoluo and the others wanted to follow, but were stopped by a group of iron-blooded disciples.

“What are you doing up there, it will only interfere with the resonance of blood essence!”

On the sacrificial platform, it is enough for one person to communicate with the world.

Although they didn’t expect Shen Zhenyi to succeed, the rules were the rules.

——But Shen Zhenyi has no rules.

He waved to the three of them: “Come on, come up, communication of blood essence is also a kind of knowledge. When it will be useful in the future, the method of Seven Wounds World is rough, but at least you can learn it a little.”

Shen Zhenyi didn’t care anymore, all the iron-blooded disciples didn’t bother to stop them, and let Chu Huoluo, Ziningjun and Long County go to the altar.

Above the altar, it was empty, with only one incense case and a magic sword.

Just now, Senior Brother Jie Xue was here, guiding the blood of heaven and earth with the magic sword, resonating with the iron-making entrance, and calling to retrieve the lost blood of the master craftsman.

Their ceremonies are tedious and preparations are many, all of which are unnecessary for Shen Zhenyi.

“Master, what should we do? It’s all up to you to save me this time.”

Chu Huoluo flattered to Shen Zhenyi’s side, flattering while asking.

Shen Zhenyi smiled: “Don’t worry, it’s just a little effort.”

——Anyway, for you, everything is a small effort.

Hearing Master say these words, Chu Huoluo was relieved.

Shen Zhenyi picked up the magic sword in his hand and waved it in the air. He heard the sound of thunder, and the red clouds were disturbed. They began to gather again, and the wind was surging.

Will the situation change with a single stroke of a sword?

Everyone was shocked.

Even the Jagged disciples looked at the sky in disbelief, and some people muttered to themselves: “Just a fluke, right?”

King Luo also snorted coldly: “It’s just luck!”

He didn’t believe that Shen Zhenyi was omnipotent, even summoning blood and blood. No matter how he thought about it, it was impossible!

At this moment, Shen Zhenyi suddenly frowned slightly and took the magic sword back.

Immediately, the red clouds rolled and dispersed, revealing a clear sky again.

——It was just luck! But since you were lucky enough to gather Red Cloud, why don’t you know how to cherish it? The iron-blooded disciples even screamed, they didn’t know what was going on in Shen Zhenyi’s mind!

However, Shen Zhenyi turned around and asked from a distance to Senior Brother Jie Xue and the others, “How many drops of blood do you need?”

It’s as if you want as much as you want!

At this time, you still have to be ashamed?

Senior Brother Jagged Blood snorted coldly: “As long as one drop is enough, more is useless!”

To cultivate a descendant of a master craftsman, a drop of blood is enough.

“Understood.”

Shen Zhenyi nodded slightly, and slowly swung the magic sword again.

Red clouds surging.

Once is a fluke, the second time will not be a fluke.

All the iron-blooded disciples were dumbfounded, even if they wanted to mobilize sacrifices, elicit the resonance of blood essence and blood, and trigger the vision of heaven and earth, it would take a lot of effort.

How could this person have a reaction when he waved his sword casually?

This blood is yours?

“The successor of the secret method only needs a drop of blood essence…”

Shen Zhenyi pondered: “In this case, Zi Ning, county master, come over here.”

Anyway, it is necessary to move, then it is better to help Ziningjun and Long County each get a drop of blood essence to clear the curse, just like Chu Huoluo.

He waved his sword casually, and saw the red cloud spinning non-stop, and a drop of blood suddenly flew out!

“Really?”

The eldest brother rejoiced, although he couldn’t believe it, he was still too excited.

Of course, he hoped that Shen Zhenyi would succeed.

But in the next second, he stayed there again.

I saw Shen Zhenyi’s magic sword pressing down, and the drop of blood essence that had just condensed immediately fell, circled in the air, and just like before, drilled into Zi Ningjun’s eyebrows!

“what!”

The big brother screamed!

You people, are you here to waste the blood of the master craftsman, this is the third drop! Do you think this is a leek, if you cut one crop, there will be another crop?

This is insane!

“Young Master Shen, you can’t do this!”

The senior brother’s tone was full of tears: “Your female disciple, it’s useless to get this blood essence. Would she be willing to stay in the iron-made entrance and dedicate everything to Bawang City?”

He was hoarse.