Originally, Jiao Yi was about to drip blood on the Xuanyuan Sword, but after listening to the words of the parasitic soul, he hesitated again.
Nima thought that as long as the strength was reached, he could easily establish an inductive connection with Xuanyuan Sword, but he didn't expect that if Xuanyuan Sword wanted to recognize the master, it would depend on whether he had a fate with Xuanyuan Sword.
In fact, in Jiao Yi's opinion, he has a fate with Xuanyuan Sword, otherwise, Xuanyuan Sword would not be in his hands.
But what if not "Why, don't you confess the Lord with Xuanyuan Sword's blood dripping" There was a hint of banter in the voice of the parasitic soul.
Jiao Yi gritted his teeth, but still decided to confess to Xuanyuan Sword with blood.
Anyway, the Xuanyuan Sword is in his hands, no matter what, sooner or later he must give it a try, even if he can't establish a sensing connection with the Xuanyuan Sword, it's not an unacceptable thing, as long as the strength is enough, the Xuanyuan Sword can exert enough power, and whether it can be stealth is only secondary.
Having made up his mind, Jiao Yi's right index finger shot out a wisp of extremely fine true qi, which was immediately closed with a touch on the thumb of his left hand, which was equivalent to a needle tip stabbing his finger.
The true qi operated, pressing the thumb of the left hand, and a blood bead immediately appeared on the thumb, aiming at the place where the sun pattern was on the Xuanyuan sword, and the true qi squeezed, and the blood bead dripped down, accurately falling to the middle of the sun pattern.
Then, using the same method, another drop of blood beads is added to the moon pattern.
Then, Jiao Yi stared at the two drops of blood on Xuanyuan Sword's body, his eyes unblinked, and his fists clenched nervously.
"Infiltrate it, my brother is the descendant of Emperor Xuanyuan, and I have a fate with you, hurry up and recognize my brother as the master."
Jiao Yi meditated in his heart over and over again, but he didn't expect that he, a disciple of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, was a fake at all.
A few minutes passed, and the dripping blood beads were still on the sword body, and there was no sign of seeping into it at all, and Jiao Yi was a little anxious.
However, whether his blood can seep into the Xuanyuan Sword is not something he can decide, no matter how anxious he is, it is useless to comfort himself, the parasitic soul said, Xuanyuan Sword has a quarter of an hour to recognize the Lord with blood, and it has only been seven or eight minutes, and there is enough time.
For Jiao Yi, every minute and every second is torment, watching the blood beads on the sun and moon pattern not change at all, it is even more tiring than fighting Genno Sato in Lake Issyk-Kul.
Ten minutes had passed, and the blood beads still hadn't seeped into the Xuanyuan Sword.
Jiao Yi simply closed his eyes, silently remembering the time in his heart, counting down to four minutes, three minutes, two minutes, and when there was estimated that there was still half a minute left, Jiao Yi opened his eyes suddenly.
When he closed his eyes and counted the timers just now, Jiao Yi imagined countless times, and when he opened his eyes, the blood beads on Xuanyuan's sword had disappeared and merged into the sword body.
But the truth is so cruel, the blood beads dripping on the sun and moon pattern are still the same as before, and there is no change.
Jiao Yi's heart was cold, there was only about half a minute left, and his blood had not yet penetrated into the Xuanyuan Sword, it seemed that he and the Xuanyuan Sword really lacked fate.
"Don't worry, don't you think it's strange Under normal circumstances, your blood has been away from your body for so long, it should have been black and coagulated."
The voice of the parasitic soul suddenly sounded.
The words of the parasitic soul were like a lightning bolt in the dark night, and a bright light was startled in Jiao Yi's heart.
Indeed, if his blood couldn't fuse with the Xuanyuan Sword, the blood beads would have changed color and coagulated long ago.
However, if his own blood could seep into the Xuanyuan Sword, he shouldn't wait until the last half a minute, no, it should only be ten seconds There are about ten and a half seconds left At this moment, the blood beads suddenly dispersed, covering the entire sun and moon pattern on the sword's body, and the pattern was instantly dyed red, but the red on the pattern suddenly disappeared cleanly At this last moment, the blood beads finally seeped into the Xuanyuan Sword Jiao Yi exhaled a long breath, Nima and Xuanyuan Jian also came to joke with their brother, and they didn't confess to their brother until the end, and they were nervous to death But at this moment, the Xuanyuan Sword that was flat on the ground suddenly "buzzed", and he let out a violent tremor.
Jiao Yi was taken aback and wanted to reach out and grab the Xuanyuan sword, but before he could touch the hilt, a strange power of extreme domineering came out of the sword, flicking Jiao Yi's hand away.
The sword body was still trembling, and after a few seconds, it bounced up more than a foot high, making a piercing "buzzing" sound, and for a while, Jiao Yi was at a loss, and even the parasitic soul did not squeak.
A moment later, Jiao Yi saw an unbelievable scene.
The Xuanyuan Sword, which was originally pitch black, gradually turned yellow in color under the violent trembling, and later, the sword body emitted dazzling golden light, and the sword body continued to lengthen In more than ten seconds, the Xuanyuan Sword grew to more than five feet long, and the strange power emitted from the sword became more and more powerful and domineering, and Jiao Yi was forced to retreat.
Just as the sword was nearly a foot long, the vibration began to weaken, and the sword body gradually began to shorten.
The Xuanyuan Sword moved like thunder, and it took much more time to calm down, and after about ten minutes, the Xuanyuan Sword was completely still, and the length returned to its original size, but the sword body still emitted a dazzling golden color.
After waiting for a few more minutes, seeing that the Xuanyuan Sword really stopped moving, Jiao Yi cautiously approached the Xuanyuan Sword, to be honest, the strange power that popped out of the Xuanyuan Sword made him a little jealous.
After the Xuanyuan Sword stopped moving, the domineering power disappeared, and Jiao Yi didn't feel that strange power until he reached the side of the Xuanyuan Sword.
But Jiao Yi still didn't dare to be careless, slowly reached out to the Xuanyuan Sword, immediately retracted as soon as he made contact, and tried twice in a row, but he still didn't feel the sharp power, so he held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand with confidence.
At the moment when he held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, Jiao Yi had a feeling that he had never felt before.
In the past, the Xuanyuan Sword, even though it could greatly increase the power of Jiao Yi's shot, was still a cold weapon after all, but now that the Xuanyuan Sword was in hand, Jiao Yi had a feeling of being in touch with Xuanyuan Sword.
It's a strange feeling, a weapon that has no emotion at all, but Jiao Yi seems to be able to perceive its thoughts, as if communicating with an ethereal parasitic soul.
It was only now that Jiao Yi was truly sure that Xuanyuan Sword had succeeded in recognizing the master Jiao Yi's breathing suddenly became rapid, and Xuanyuan Jian successfully recognized the master, which means that he should be able to establish a sense connection with Xuanyuan Sword now.
Unleashed a very subtle spiritual power, which was completely different from before the blood was recognized, the spiritual power easily entered the Xuanyuan Sword, Jiao Yi gradually increased the spiritual power, and the Xuanyuan Sword still did not resist.
Jiao Yi was ecstatic and increased his mental power again, but his complexion changed.
In the Xuanyuan Sword, there is an extremely powerful force, and this power is so powerful and domineering that it is not weaker than the core power of Sato Genno: