"A blood-casting treasure sword can only be considered a semi-finished product after it is cast. Only with the blood of countless creatures can it be refined. The more blood it absorbs, the more murderous aura the sword is, and the more powerful it is. A mid-stage cultivator of the Grain God can let me take out this sword, even if I die, I am proud." The dark blood cast drew a graceful arc in the air. When the Taoist marks passed, a layer of frost condensed in the air, and snowflakes were flying, which was beautiful.

Qin Yun's spiritual consciousness is not weaker than that of the Xuanpin monk. When he saw the snowflakes flying in the air, he was shocked. He clearly felt that there was no snowflake. It was clearly the murderous aura leaked from the knife and turned into a solid condensed by substance. "How many people need to kill such a heavy murderous aura to have it. I am afraid that there will be no less than 100,000 dead souls who died under this knife."

"Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, of which ninety-nine are monks and ninety-nine mortals. In order to sacrifice and refine this path, I slaughtered everyone in a city, and there were ninety-nine monks in it." Han Qing looked at Qin Yun cruelly, as if looking at a dead man, "It's a pity that this sword has not been completed, and a powerful soul is needed as the sword spirit to help me control this blood cast with too much murderous aura."

"For a knife, he actually slaughtered all the people in a city. How can you bear it in the heart of nearly 100,000 mortals who have no power to resist?" He turned into Qin Yun, and he would never do such a thing that harmed the will of heaven. Even if the power of blood casting is strong, not to mention anything else, the powerful inner demons attracted by these murderous auras can make people self-destruct. The other party is obviously a person with extremely strong willpower. He uses murderous aura to hone his cultivation and will, and it is not enough to be called a hero.

"Just, we monks practice Taoism as the way of heaven. As the saying goes, the way of heaven is not kind, and treats all things as straw dogs. What's more, what I practice is the way of killing. The more I kill, the closer I get to the way of heaven, the easier it is to transform the realm and merge the way in the future. How can I care about the four words "How can I bear it?" Han Qing was extremely disdainful of Qin Yun's words, for no reason. In the world of cultivation, mortals are no different from livestock in the eyes of monks. Killing a mortal is no different from killing a dog.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's see the truth under my hands. I want to see how powerful the sword you cast with countless lives is."

"Arrogant." Han Qing raised the knife with both hands and fell down fiercely, and a white sword light flew out. Qin Yun didn't take the ordinary sword light seriously at all. However, this sword light contained endless murderous aura from blood cast. Wherever the sword light passed, the murderous aura was scattered and terrifying. The spiritual consciousness that Qin Yun released around was pulled by the sword light like a silk thread, which made Qin Yun feel the urge to leave his soul.

After a moment of dizziness, Qin Yun immediately realized that the situation was not good. The sword light actually had the power to capture people's souls, which was very evil. When he realized that the sword light had already arrived, Qin Yun was about to stop it. With a light puff, golden blood splattered. The sword light made a two-foot-long hole in Qin Yun's chest. The blood flowed along the blade, dyeing Qin Yun's body red for a moment.

Not only that, the murderous aura on the sword light also took the opportunity to invade Qin Yun's spiritual consciousness. Qin Yun immediately concentrated on blocking the invading murderous aura and surrounded and strangled the murderous aura so that it would not affect his mind.

"Huh." Han Qing stood in the distance and exclaimed, "Golden blood, you are not a human cultivator, it seems to be some kind of ancient bloodline. No wonder you have such a powerful body, even your spiritual consciousness is extremely powerful. The murderous aura on the sword light has no effect on you at all."

Qin Yun was confused in his heart. He originally thought that Han Qing would recognize his treasure body immediately, but he didn't expect that Han Qing only said that he was the ancient bloodline, but he immediately understood that many ancient families were inherited in the cultivation world. Although most of them had declined, there were still many bloodlines in the world, and there were several cultivators with golden bloodlines.

Nowadays, when a monk saw the golden blood, he thought it was a treasure body. In fact, he was encouraged by the immortal weapon. He would rather kill tens of millions of people than let one person miss the net. The ancient bloodline is already rare, so how could he be born at the same time as the treasure body? Because the birth of the treasure body has happened in recent years, it has been nearly a hundred years since Han Qing entered the secret place, so he didn't know about this at all, so he said that Qin Yun was the ancient bloodline.

"But, you can't bear my knife, how many more can you bear me? No matter how strong your body is, you just experience the pain of cutting into pieces. I originally wanted to end you with one knife, but now it seems that it will take more hands and feet." As he said that, another thirteen painted black sword lights cut through the air and flew in. Along the way, the murderous aura condensed into thirteen snowflakes ice lines, full of the charm of death.

"It's so much nonsense." The opponent's blood casting was powerful, and Qin Yun did not dare to drag it out. While stabilizing his mind, he took out the Jinxiao sword from the storage bag. This sword was a magic weapon he had learned from his uncle Daofei. It was the sharpest of the three swords. According to Chi Yan, these three swords were extraordinary and seemed to be no less than the quasi-immortal weapon and treasure mirror A Shui.

So Qin Yun immediately took out the Golden Xiao Sword that had been following him for a long time, and held the three-foot-long golden sword body in Qin Yun's hand. The light on the sword flickered. As Qin Yun's arms danced in the air, facing the thirteen sword lights flying rapidly.

The clanging sound was endless, and the sword light contained a huge force that was unbearable. Qin Yun barely resisted with his strong body, and his body used this huge force to retreat quickly before facing another sword light.

It is a great trick, but it is a perfect skill. Qin Yun's sword contains a special trajectory. This is a trace of chaos that he has just realized. It seems that he is clumsy and only swings one sword, shattering all thirteen sword lights. In fact, he has already swung no less than a hundred swords.

"What a mysterious method, you are the most difficult enemy I encounter. The ancient bloodline is indeed extraordinary. It seems that I can't kill you if I don't untie the seal. Your life has ended here. The sword in your hand is good. It will be my turn after you die. There is also the fairy medicine blood on your body and the ancient bloodline. I have all taken over these." Han Qing's eyes at Qin Yun were full of greed. The blood-casting treasure sword in his hand was close to the level of a top-grade treasure. The golden sword in the other party's hand could resist intact, which means that the grade was definitely no less than that of blood-casting.

Han Qing bit his middle finger and applied blood to his forehead. Qin Yun looked at Han Qing's strange behavior, and his heart was full of vigilance, not knowing whether he should take action.

I saw that the insignificant mark on Han Qing's forehead was smeared by blood and a dazzling light lit up: "This is the seal placed by my master. Even the old man on the ferry can't see it. Let you see my true strength, seal, open."

A huge aura erupted from Han Qing's body, "Xuanpin!" Qin Yun exclaimed in surprise.
Chapter completed!