Fenglan circulated the Fengxue Sutra and injected spiritual power into the Seven Star Sword, but when it collided with the Immortal Killing Staff, a ball of blood formed.

"That scepter is a very evil thing born from the earth, and only a divine weapon that is also born from the earth can compete with it.

It's impossible for that human boy to control him.

If you hadn't relied on another magic weapon hidden on your body, you would have turned into a wisp of blood mist at this moment."

Vulpix stared at the blood on Qixingxian and said lightly.

"However, since your sword can produce 'blood factor', it should also be a sword refined from a vicious object.

It’s a great good thing for this sword.”

Vulpix continued to think about it.

Fenglan asked thoughtfully: "What is 'blood factor'?"

"Just now, did you have a real feeling of blood spilling out, but there was no skin damage or blood flowing out?"

"That's right."

"This is the collision of the powers contained in the two magic weapons, forming a mysterious 'blood refining field'.

Originally, you and that ugly boy would only become nourishment for the blood refining field.

However, there is another mysterious force in you that dissolves the 'blood refining field', but also creates the miraculous effect of the blood refining field absorbing essence and blood from a distance.

Your future cultivation will be inseparable from this sword.

The growth rate of the blood factor on the sword will directly determine the speed of your Taoist journey.

If you have a great future in the future, the blood factor can peel off this sword and exist independently in the world."

"The weapon spirit mentioned by the human race?"

"No. Blood factor is also a well-known existence to your human race.

Eight hundred years ago, I overheard a great human being saying that blood factors could be used to cultivate the third soul.

I don’t understand the logic behind this, and I don’t understand it.”

"The Yuanshen needs to at least go to the Yuanying realm. It's too far away from me."

Fenglan pulled his memory to another realistic industrialized world, that mysterious wooden house.

After the first soul penetration, he controlled a dead corpse to move back and forth.

So, is there a possibility that the blood factor can be manipulated to achieve the effect of the dead body in the wooden house?

In this way, Feng Lan will pursue the method of freely traveling between the two worlds, and also find out what kind of world the young and beautiful man who can lead the Black Dragon Guard lives in.

"Three little hands?"

"If I could capture one of the three elusive little hands and cooperate with the blood factor, would that be a way to do it?"

Fenglan started thinking wildly.

Vulpix asked: "What are you thinking about?"

Feng Lan said casually: "That red crutch is a relic of the supreme saint of the human race. How can it be so evil?"

"You obviously no longer believe in saints, but you still don't understand how a superior saint can be so evil.

In fact, in my opinion, if they are not evil enough, how can they overthrow the Heavenly Demon King's Court?

In this world, you can only fight evil with evil and punish evil with evil. Everything else is a lie."

Vulpix explained.

Feng Lan was silent for a moment, nodded slightly, and admitted that Vulpix was right.

"As far as magic weapons are concerned, there is no distinction between evil and good.

Sharp weapons are inherently ominous things, let alone kind-hearted.

The key lies in the attitude of the person using the magic weapon.

When people are righteous, evil weapons are also righteous.

If a person is evil, a good weapon will also be evil."

"That's probably the truth."

Vulpix yawned, feeling sleepy.

"Does the tomb they talk about really exist?"

Fenglan suddenly asked.

"Always there.

The name of the tomb is ‘Tianmian Ancient Tomb’.

A long time ago, there was a person in the human race who knew the details of the ancient tomb.

Nowadays, I don’t know if he has any descendants’ blood.”

The six-tailed fox said that it was very sleepy and could fall asleep at any time.

"Who is the owner of the tomb?" Feng Lan asked.

"There should be many. One of my nine-tailed ancestors was sent into the ancient tomb by the human race and disappeared."

After struggling to finish speaking, Vulpix fell asleep.

"Tianmian? Sleepless?"

Feng Lan thought of Long Wumian, and immediately realized something, and sent someone to look for it.

Sure enough, people came to report one after another, but there was no trace of Jia and Long.

Feng Lan was furious at first, and the two of them divided the fruit, completely ignoring him.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Lan realized that even if the two of them stayed together, what could they do?

"We must go to the Tianmian Ancient Tomb."
Chapter completed!