The blue long sword is very light, as light as a feather.?

The sword edge is very thin, and the almost transparent sword edge is like a carved green crystal. You can see dense green runes the size of sesame particles swim rapidly inside the sword edge. Tens of thousands of small runes are outlined into an exquisite magic circle, and finally meet on the three centipede beads at the hilt of the sword.

The three centipede beads are the heart of this long sword. They breathe and suck like living creatures. The spiritual energy around the world constantly merges into the centipede beads, and then turns into a green wind that can be seen in the naked eye and flows through the long sword.

Every time the centipede breathed, the sword would jump gently, the runes inside the sword would expand a little, the quality of the sword body would increase a little, and the foundation of the centipede would also increase such a trivial trace.

Each breath can only increase the power at all, but the power of this weapon refining method is that as long as you give this long sword enough time, he will definitely evolve into a terrible magic weapon.

Playing with the long sword in his hand carefully, Ji Hao looked at the young man covered in blood curiously: "Can you give me a copy of your secret method of refining weapons? Or, do you know how to refine weapons?"

The young man looked at Ji Hao tremblingly. He opened his mouth to talk, but he kept vomiting blood when he opened his mouth.

This long sword is extremely magical. Ji Hao has seen his benefits. Moreover, the long sword that can be refined with such magical means is definitely not something that ordinary people can have. The young man sacrificed the long sword as his natal treasure. Ji Hao wiped out the trace of distraction he placed in the sword's body, which was like slashing hard on his soul.

The human race has three souls and seven spirits. Any soul and one spirit are damaged, which will not be too serious to the overall soul.

However, the natives in this world do not have the distinction between three souls and seven spirits. Their souls are integrated, so if the souls are damaged, the injury will appear particularly strong. Especially the stronger the cultivation level, the more distraction they will suffer.

He vomited blood in big mouthfuls, and the young man couldn't even say a word.

Ji Hao put away the sword and said with a smile: "Since you don't speak, then take it down!"

With a wave of his right hand, blue rushes spurted out from Ji Hao's palm, and then a large blue handprint of about a meter radius grabbed the young man with a dull roar. This was Ji Hao who took the Daoyun Fruit and realized part of the spiritual wood law in this world. He also learned some superficial spells from Mu Jiuxiao, and combined with his own Taoist method.

The hurricane condensed with a big hand India was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye it grabbed the young man and lifted him up.

Mu Jiuxiao was so scared that he screamed at the top of his lungs: "Take all your strength. Want to save the messenger!"

Tens of thousands of members of the Fengqin tribe gathered here, and across the distance, wind swords of all kinds of colors poured down towards Ji Hao like heavy rain.

The wind sword technique, the most superficial spell, is also the most skillful and commonly used attack method by the natives of the Fengqin tribe.

Ji Hao grabbed the young man's neck with a smile, and gently swung the heaven and earth magic seal above his head, and a loud noise was heard. A wild thunder rolled up from the ground. A green tornado was swaying around Ji Hao. Countless wind swords were shattered by this blue tornado.

Mu Jiuxiao screamed at the top of his lungs, jumping around with his hands and feet.

Countless natives of the Fengqin tribe rushed towards this side. They shouted in panic and shot dense wind swords at Ji Hao in vain.

The Holy Spirit Messenger is extremely noble. If this young man had any problems in Mu Jiuxiao's tribe, the fate of this tribe would be very miserable. A tribe like Mu Jiuxiao would definitely be dead, while ordinary tribes will be broken up and divided up by other Fengqin tribe tribe tribe tribes.

No one wants to be split up at home, and everyone is attacking Ji Hao with all their might, just to rescue the envoy who was captured alive.

Ji Hao ignored these painless attacks. He grabbed the young man's neck with his left hand, and scratched the other person's body with his right hand without hesitation. Then he was surprised to find that the young man's wrist looked like a bracelet made of tree bark. It was 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 exquisite and slim. With such a small size, even if the Human Witch Hall can at most expand a room the size of a house inside, the bracelet on the young man's hand has the capacity of a large hall.

Obviously, the level of making space magic tools in this world is clearly out of the great 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 has a space attribute, and like the centipede beads 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 inner space of this bracelet was not very large at the beginning, but as time passed, the space in this bracelet "growed" to the size of a hall of hundreds of feet in length and width.

"It's amazing!" Ji Hao's eyes flashed with golden divine light, staring at the young man tightly and shouted loudly: "How did you refine this bracelet? Or, do you know who refines this bracelet?"

Not to mention that there are other secrets in this world waiting to be revealed, if Ji Hao got the long sword and the secret method of refining this bracelet can be brought with him, it will have great significance to the entire human race.

"Evil demons outside the sky, you all have to die well!" The young man rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth, and finally said a complete sentence with difficulty. He spat a mouthful of blood, and suddenly howled at the top of his lungs: "Zebayu!"

The proud blue bird screamed sharply. He suddenly opened his mouth, and a green blood arrow spurted out from his mouth, flew past Ji Hao as fast as lightning, and broke straight into the wooden house behind Ji Hao, hitting heavily on the Holy Spirit statue on the altar.

The green blood arrow exploded and turned into a complex talisman covering the statue.

The talisman lit up a green light, and then a huge wave of magic power spread from the statue. Ji Hao raised his head in horror and looked at the sky, and saw a green column of light falling straight down in the sky, accompanied by the dull roar of wind, tearing the roof of the wooden house and crashing into the statue.

More than ten feet high, the statue of the Holy Spirit carved from light green wood suddenly came alive.

The statue jumped up, and the green wind gushed all over the body. Countless runes attached to the surface of the statue, and in the blink of an eye it expanded to ten feet. He looked down at Ji Hao, and with a flash of his right finger, he heard the terrifying sound of cracking the air roaring. A strong wind condensed into a spear that was green in its essence and broke through the void, almost teleporting to Ji Hao.

The spear was so fast that Ji Hao couldn't see clearly how he appeared.

I felt a pain in my chest, and the flames emitted from the golden crow robe exploded. Ji Hao groaned and was hit by the spear condensed by the strong wind for more than ten miles. His body passed through the lake outside the island and hit the big tree on the other side. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!