refining sword

Chapter 55 Seal the Flesh
Above the blood-colored eyeballs, a large red blood mist suddenly exploded, breaking all the silver threads around the body, and at the same time forcing the surrounding flames back, breaking free from Tie Jian's hand, and moving in the direction of Ji Wuxiang's departure. shoot away.

Tie Jian was also shocked by this sudden blow, and took a few steps back.

When he stabilized his figure and tried to chase after him, the bloody eyes and Ji Wuxiang had disappeared.

"Brother Tie, come and see Miss Ning, her condition seems... not very good!" Yan Zi cried anxiously.

I saw that Ning Xiaoxiao's face was very pale, and her eyes were trembling back and forth under her eyelids, but she never opened them.

Hearing this, Tie Jian hurriedly came to Yan Zi's side, hugged Ning Xiaoxiao from her arms, took out a Chaolu Pill, and fed her to eat.

Seeing that his complexion had improved slightly, he raised one palm and lightly pressed on the bloodline between his eyebrows, slowly channeling the mana in his body into it.

However, any foreign body, no matter what it is, must absorb the host's blood essence in order to grow stronger, and must consume the host's soul in order to control the host's body. Therefore, before they leave the host, they will often suck up the host's blood essence and completely destroy it. Its soul.

Those bloody eyes were forced out of Ning Xiaoxiao's body by Tie Qiangxing, so it didn't have time to suck Ning Xiaoxiao's blood, but it greatly damaged her spirit.

Tie Jian poured his own mana into her body at this moment, in order to help her calm the turmoil of her soul and repair the damage as much as possible.

After a long while, Tie Jian was dripping with sweat, and when he was about to collapse, Ning Xiaoxiao finally let out a "sigh" and slowly opened his eyes.

After seeing Tie Jian's face full of concern and worry, she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck tightly.

"Brother Jian!" As soon as he called his name, she couldn't help crying again.

Yan Zi was still watching, Tie Jian felt a little embarrassed, patted her on the back lightly, and comforted her:
"It's alright, it's alright..."

After sobbing for a while, Ning Xiaoxiao also noticed Yan Zi beside her, and quickly let go of her hand.

Yan Zi's eyes flickered slightly, she nodded at him, turned around and walked aside.

"What happened, how did you become possessed by that thing?" Tie Jian asked, holding Ning's little cheek.

"That day by the Luofu River, after we separated from you..." Ning Xiaoxiao rubbed her aching brows, trying to recall, and then told Tie Jian some fragments of her memory.

"If I had known this would happen, I should have taken you with me." Tie Jian punched the ground, regretting.

"Don't say that..." Ning Xiaoxiao grabbed his arm and said with some distress.

"After that, you have been awake and asleep until today?" Tie Jian asked again.

"Almost, my memory is a bit confused, I just remember some things intermittently..." Ning Xiaoxiao closed her eyes, shook her head and said.

"Then do you know what that thing attached to your body is?" Tie Jian asked.

"It claims to be the heart of a puppet, and it occasionally contacts the upper realm. I only vaguely sensed it a few times, but I don't know much about it." Ning Xiaoxiao continued.

"The heart of a puppet? It makes sense, no wonder you suddenly used the technique of making a puppet before...Xiao Xiao, I'm sorry." Tie Jian pondered for a moment and said.

"Tie Jian, you saved me, so why apologize?" Ning Xiaoxiao opened her eyes, a little puzzled.

"If I'm not mistaken, the reason why the puppet heart is attached to you is also because of the strange fire on my body. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have suffered this disaster." Tie Jian looked guilty.

"The reason why I have encountered these things is because I am your fiancée, otherwise I would not know you at all, and naturally I would not be possessed. But since I am your fiancée, we have to share weal and woe, and you don't need to道什么歉了吧？”宁小小忽然狡黠一笑, 苍白的脸上两个梨涡深陷，看得铁坚如食甘饴。

Yan Zi stood not far away, watching this scene silently, with mixed feelings in her heart, and the taste was not good.

Tie Jian and the two were talking, Ning Xiaoxiao suddenly yawned, looking very sleepy.

"What's the matter, are you tired?" Tie Jian asked with concern.

"Well, I'm a little tired, I want to sleep for a while..." Ning Xiao nodded and said in a low voice.

Tie Jian looked around, and saw that the surrounding rocks were crumbling, broken branches, and a mess. Tie Shu's body was still lying there, suffocated in his heart, and after watching it for a while, he turned his face away.

"This place is too close to Pingling Pass. There was a lot of fighting just now. It's hard to guarantee that it won't attract the attention of the Vietnamese garrison. If they send monks to accompany the army, they will be in trouble again. It's better to leave here first." Yan Zi from Walked over from the side and reminded.

When Ning Xiaoxiao heard the words, she noticed Yan Zi, looked up and asked, "Who is this girl?"

"My...good friend in Yue." Tie Jian hesitated.

Ning Xiaoxiao heard the imperceptible pause in his tone, just made a soft "Oh", and then smiled at Yan Zi.

Yan Zi also nodded towards Ning Xiaoxiao, but her expression became a little darker.

"Let's go."

After Tie Jian finished speaking, he was about to pick up Ning Xiaoxiaoheng, but the latter's expression changed and suddenly shouted, "What are you talking about? This place is not far from Pingling Pass? No, something big is going to happen!"

Her voice suddenly raised several degrees, startling both Yan Zi and Tie Jian.

"What's wrong?" Tie Jian asked suspiciously.

"When Miss Yan mentioned the place of Pingling Pass just now, I suddenly remembered a scene where Feng Qingzi talked with my father." Ning Xiaoxiao said nervously.

"What did they say?" Tie Jian asked hastily.

"They conspired to provoke this war between Jin and Vietnam, and what they did is not some kind of tyranny, but simply to refine a blood spirit sword, a blood spirit sword that can generate sword spirit." Ning Xiaoxiao trembled. He said, his face paled a bit.

Tie Jian, who has become a Spirit Sword Master, after hearing this, he just thought about it for a while, and then he immediately understood.

"You mean, they plan to use the undead who died in the battle between the two armies as sacrifices to refine the spirit sword?" Tie Jian asked solemnly.

After Ning Xiaoxiao heard the words, she shook her head gently and said slowly:
"No, it's worse than you imagined! They want to set up an array on the battlefield, and when the armies of the two countries are in a decisive battle, they will sacrifice them at the same time, condense the sword with the blood of millions of people, and gather their souls together... Thus refining the most powerful spirit sword in the past and present."

After Yan Zi heard this, she suddenly felt chills down her spine, and she couldn't believe it.

However, Tie Jian did not have the slightest doubt. If millions of soldiers with the strongest blood and soul were used to forge swords, the efficacy would naturally be incomparable to that of ordinary people. Forging the most powerful spiritual sword in the world is by no means wishful thinking.

Once this sword is refined, its killing spirit must be the highest in the world, and the sword spirit it produces must also be a bloodthirsty fierce spirit. At that time, not to mention the Jinyue and Yue countries, but the whole world, I am afraid that people will be devastated.

"No, I have to stop this." Tie Jian clenched his fists and said firmly.

"Tie Jian, you can't do it with your own strength. You should know that Feng Qingzi... is already a Jindan cultivator, and you are no match for him at all."

Ning Xiaoxiao's words were full of worry, and as she spoke, her voice suddenly became quieter.

Tie Jian felt that Ning Xiaoxiao's body in his arms went limp and collapsed downwards, his heart tightened suddenly, and he quickly wiped her neck, and found that although her pulse was slow and weak, it was still beating. Only then did I feel a little relieved.

He tried to shake Ning Xiaoxiao's shoulder lightly and called out a few times, but the latter did not respond.

Tie Jian let go of his heart for a while, but suddenly raised it again. He quickly placed one hand on her back, and poured mana into her body continuously.

However, after a while, Tie Jian was already drenched in sweat, and Ning Xiaoxiao showed no sign of waking up.

Yan Zi on the side also frowned slightly, but she didn't dare to disturb her.

After a long while, Tie Jian finally let go of his hand in despondency, and his face became extremely pale.

"Brother Tie, what's going on...how did this happen?" Yan Zi asked hastily.

"It should be because she has been living in the heart of the puppet for too long. Her spirit has been damaged and she can't keep her consciousness clear." Tie Jian shook his head and said.

"This...how can we save her?" Yan Zi asked.

Tie Jian's eyes were slightly red, and he shook his head with some soul.

"No matter what, let's take the little girl out of here first, and then think of a way." Yan Zi looked at Tie Jian and said.

Hearing this, Tie Jian glanced at Ning Xiaoxiao in his arms, and nodded silently.

After he and Yan Zi simply buried Tieshu's body, they cut out a blank wooden board as a tombstone and inserted it in front of the grave.

Then, with Ning Xiaoxiao on his back, he and Yan Zi left the mountain pass and rushed towards the vicinity of Pingling Pass.

……

At the same time, in a sparse forest tens of miles away from the two of them, Ji Wuxiang's figure ran wildly in the forest, jumping like an ape, while carefully looking back.

Hundreds of feet away behind him, a crimson bewitching light flashed and galloped in mid-air, and could fly over a distance of tens of feet between disappearing and disappearing, which was very strange.

Ji Wuxiang was terrified. After escaping from the mountain, he was not chased by Tie Jian's strange flying sword, but was chased by a blood-red eyeball and ran for dozens of miles in one breath. the distance.

He supported a towering ancient tree beside him with one hand, and his Adam's apple bulged, as if he was panting for breath, and he was obviously very tired.

But when he turned his head to look at the bloody eye, he was shocked to find that it had disappeared.

In fact, Ji Wuxiang was originally a handsome and handsome young man. In his early years, because of the cultivation of the evil way, he ended up with the appearance of being neither a ghost nor a ghost. He has a sense of evil and strange things, so he knows that, that Things are definitely not good stubble, and they don't want to be contaminated at all.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to continue running away, as soon as he twisted his body, he froze in place.

A strange blood-colored eyeball floated out of nowhere in front of his forehead.

Without waiting for him to make any movement, strands of silver threads emerged from the eyeballs, shooting into the center of his eyebrows, directly tearing the skin on his forehead, and squeezing them in forcefully.

"Uh……"

Ji Wuxiang let out bursts of depressed roars in his throat, and the painful voice resounded through the mountains and forests for a long time...

(End of this chapter)