The cyan sword was light, as light as a feather.
The blade of the sword is very thin, and the blade is so thin that it is almost transparent, as if it is carved from cyan crystal, and you can see dense cyan runes the size of sesame seeds moving rapidly within the blade.
Tens of thousands of tiny runes outlined into an exquisite magic circle, which finally converged on the three centipede beads on the hilt of the sword.
The three centipede beads are the heart of this long sword, they breathe like living creatures, and the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth continues to merge into the centipede beads, and then turns into a cyan wind visible to the naked eye and shuttles and flows in the long sword.
With every breath of the centipede bead, the long sword jumped slightly, the runes in the long sword expanded a little, the quality of the sword body rose a little, and the centipede bead's own heritage was also improved by such an insignificant trace.
Every breath can only increase the power of a little bit, but the power of this refining method is that as long as this long sword is given enough time, he can definitely evolve into a terrifying divine weapon.
Carefully playing with the long sword in his hand, Ji Hao looked curiously at the young man covered in blood: "Can you give me a copy of your refining secret method or can you refine weapons?"
The young man looked at Ji Hao tremblingly, he opened his mouth to speak, but he kept vomiting blood as soon as he opened his mouth.
This long sword is extremely wonderful, Ji Hao has already seen his benefits, and the long sword that can be refined with such a wonderful means is definitely not something that ordinary people can have.
The young man sacrificed this long sword to his natal treasure, and Ji Hao erased a trace of distraction that he placed in the body of the sword, which was tantamount to a slash on his soul.
The human race has three souls and seven spirits, and any one soul and one soul are damaged, and the damage to the overall soul is not too serious.
But the natives of this world do not have the distinction of three souls and seven spirits, their souls are all one, so the soul is damaged, and the injury is extremely severe, especially the more powerful the natives who cultivate are erased and distracted, the more serious the damage they will suffer.
Gulping and spitting blood, the young man couldn't say a word.
Ji Hao put away the long sword and said with a smile: "Since you don't speak."
Then take it down."
With a wave of his right hand, a cyan rush erupted from Ji Hao's palm, and then a large cyan handprint of Fang Yuanzhang Xu grabbed the young man with a dull whistling sound.
This is Ji Hao who has eaten the fruit of Dao Yun and understood part of the spiritual wood laws of this world.
After learning some superficial methods from Mu Jiuxiao, combined with the hurricane mudra derived from his own Dao method.
The hurricane's condensed handprints were extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it grabbed the young man and lifted him up.
Mu Jiuxiao was so frightened that his soul flew out of the sky, and he screamed hoarsely: "Shoot with all your might."
Save the messenger."
Tens of thousands of clansmen from the Wind and Bird tribe from all directions converged on this side, and from a distance, all kinds of large and small wind knives poured down on Ji Hao like a torrential rain.
The Wind Knife Technique, the most superficial spell, is also the most skilled and commonly used attack method by the natives of the Wind Bird Division.
Ji Hao grabbed the young man's neck with a smile, and with a slight swing of the Heaven and Earth Law Seal on his head, he heard a loud noise, and a hurricane rolled up in the flat ground, and the cyan tornado swirled around Ji Hao for a while, and countless wind knives had not yet approached Ji Hao's body.
It was shattered by this cyan tornado.
Mu Jiuxiao screamed hoarsely, dancing and jumping wildly.
Countless natives of the Wind Bird Department rushed over to this side, and they shouted in panic one by one, throwing dense wind knives at Ji Hao in vain from a distance.
The Holy Spirit Messenger is extremely noble, if this young man has any three strengths and two weaknesses in the tribe of Mu Jiuxiao, the lower wings of this tribe are very miserable.
A high-level clan like Mu Jiuxiao will definitely be a dead end, while ordinary clansmen will be split and scattered and divided by other tribes of the Wind and Bird Tribe.
No one wants the tribe at home to be separated, and everyone is attacking Ji Hao with all their might, just to rescue the messenger who was captured alive.
Ji Hao ignored these painless attacks.
His left hand grabbed the young man's neck, and his right hand unceremoniously scratched and touched the other party's body for a while, and then he was pleasantly surprised to find that the young man's wrist looked like a bracelet made of tree bark.
It is actually a space bracelet with a very considerable capacity The bracelet on the young man's wrist is only two inches wide, and the shape is beautiful and very thin.
With such a small volume, even the Terran Witch Hall can expand a space the size of a house in it at most, but this bracelet in the young man's hand has a capacity the size of a large hall.
Obviously, this world has a high level of production of space magic weapons. is obviously beyond the big world to which Ji Hao belongs.
What surprised Ji Hao even more was that this bracelet was inlaid with a thumb-sized gray demon pill, this demon pill is a spatial attribute, and like the centipede bead on the long sword, this demon pill is also breathing on its own, and every breath is slowly improving the quality of the bracelet.
It is very likely that the interior of this bracelet was not very large at first, but over time, the space in this bracelet grew to the size of a large hall with a length and width.
"It's wonderful" Ji Hao's eyes flashed with a golden divine light, and he stared at the young man and shouted: "How did you refine this bracelet or, do you know who made this bracelet?"
Not to mention that there are other mysteries waiting to be discovered in this world, if the long sword that Ji Hao got in his hand and the secret method of refining this bracelet can be brought back, it will be of great significance to the entire human race.
"Demons outside the sky, none of you will die well" The young man rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth, and finally said a complete sentence with difficulty.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly howled hoarsely: "Eighteen feathers" The proud blue bird let out a sharp chirp, he suddenly opened his mouth, and a green blood arrow spurted out of his mouth, which swept past Ji Hao as fast as lightning, and went straight into the wooden house behind Ji Hao, and hit the statue of the Holy Spirit on the offering table.
The turquoise blood arrow exploded, turning into a complex talisman that covered the statue.
The talisman lit up with a turquoise light, and then a huge wave of mana spread from the statue.
Ji Hao raised his head in shock and glanced at the sky, and saw a green pillar of light in the sky falling straight down, tearing the roof of the wooden house with a dull wind whistle and slamming into the statue.
More than a foot high, the statue of the Holy Spirit carved out of pale green wood suddenly came to life.
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The statue jumped up, and the whole body spewed with a cyan wind, and countless runes attached to the surface of the statue, and in the blink of an eye, it swelled to a height of ten zhang.
He glanced down at Ji Hao, and with a flick of his right finger, he heard a terrifying sound of cracking the sky, and a strong wind condensed into a spear that seemed to be solid and green broke through the void, almost teleporting in front of Ji Hao.
The spear was so fast that Ji Hao didn't even see how he appeared.
I felt a pain in my chest, and the firelight from the golden crow flame robe exploded, Ji Hao snorted, and was blown away by the spear condensed by the wind for more than ten miles, and his body swept across the lake outside the island, and hit his head on the big tree on the opposite bank.
To be continued
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