One emperor

Chapter 224 Dust Vessel Blood Spine

Ye Dong forged this sword completely by imitating the blood-colored sword in the Blood Prison, and just now he had a familiar feeling about the shape of the sword, now that Zhang Xuefeng said so, he nodded repeatedly: "That's right. , Brother Zhang, I also found that this sword looks very similar to something, but I really can't figure it out, maybe Brother Zhang already knows it, please let me know!"

Zhang Xuefeng seemed to recall the scene of blood mist just now, he didn't know whether it was an illusion or a real scene, swallowed again and said: "I just said it casually, Brother Ye, don't take it seriously, I think this sword is very similar, like It's our—spines!"

The spine is the long bone in the middle of the back of humans and some animals.

Hearing Zhang Xuefeng's words, Ye Dong was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes widened suddenly!

Indeed, I made it myself, no, it should be said that the shape of the blood-colored long sword held by the blood-colored figure in the blood-colored prison really resembles a spine!
The sword body and the hilt, which are divided into [-] evenly, are like [-] bones, and the [-] raised dots are the joints that connect the [-] bones together!

eighteen!

This number suddenly reminded Ye Dong of the real name of Blood Prison.

Nine Nether Eighteen Hells!
Eighteen bones, eighteen prisons!
What is the connection between the two?
Could it be that the eighteen bones that make up the bloody long sword represent the eighteen prisons in Jiuyou?
What is the truth of the matter, now Ye Dong has no way of knowing, and the only one who really knows is the Lord Brahma, so Ye Dong's thoughts are only fleeting, and he did not continue to think deeply.

Zhang Xuefeng has been closely watching the changes in Ye Dong's facial expression. After seeing that his expression returned to normal, he quickly changed the subject: "Brother Ye, for us craftsmen, whether it is dust or ordinary Every weapon will give it a name, shouldn't you also give the sword you refined a name!"

"Name?" Ye Dong really didn't think about naming, but what Zhang Xuefeng said was right, he should indeed give this sword a name.

Ye Dong repeated a few words in his heart: "Blood Prison, Nine Nether Eighteen Prisons, Spine..."

After a while, Ye Dong's eyes lit up, and he blurted out, "Bloodspine!"

Blood spine, the backbone of the blood prison!
Although this sword is not the blood-colored long sword, Ye Dong believes that one day, the sword he refined will replace the blood-colored long sword, stand upright, and become the backbone supporting the entire blood prison!
As Ye Dong called out this name, a boundless evil spirit suddenly rose from Xueji's blood-red sword body. In an instant, the temperature in the entire equipment room dropped rapidly, as if it had turned into ice. Like a cave, extremely cold!

Apparently, Blood Spine is very happy that Ye Dong got this name for it!

At this point, Ye Dong finally possessed a dust weapon refined by himself——Blood Spine!
"Bloodspine!"

Under the icy chill emanating from the blood spine, Zhang Xuefeng's three-level cultivation base couldn't help shivering. At the same time, he also felt that Ye Dong had given this name for the sword, which sounded bloody. It's really unlucky, but he didn't dare to comment, because he has a deep fear of Blood Spine.

"Good name!" Zhang Xuefeng gave a thumbs up and said, "Brother Ye, although this Blood Spine is only a first-grade weapon, the aura contained in it is extremely powerful. I think its might can compete with a second-grade dust weapon."

Any material contains more or less aura, not to mention demon pills and spirit crystals. Therefore, the aura itself is also a sign to distinguish dust weapons from ordinary weapons.

Ye Dong smiled proudly, because in the process of refining just now, he not only integrated all the aura of the fourth-grade spirit spar into Blood Spine, but also infused a lot of his own aura, so the aura of Blood Spine contains Naturally stronger than other dust vessels of the same rank.

Suddenly Zhang Xuefeng slapped his head and said: "By the way, Brother Ye, we don't know whether Zen Master is going or not if we don't move, let's hurry over and have a look, don't make Zen Master wait in a hurry."

Ye Dong also remembered, hurriedly waved his wrist, and put the blood spine into his space dust container: "I almost forgot, let's go!"

Just when Zhang Xuefeng opened the door of the instrument room and was about to rush out, he suddenly felt a blur in front of him, Ye Dong had already blocked his face, staring at him with a pair of radiant eyes and said: "Brother Zhang, don't worry about your body." Bar?"

Ye Dong said it implicitly, but Zhang Xuefeng was clear-eyed, looking at Ye Dong's eyes full of sincerity instead of the slightest malice, he smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, brother Ye, I'm fine, and I won't let you down again. It's going to be a nightmare!"

Ye Dong laughed loudly, and said from one side of his body: "That's good! Brother Zhang, please lead the way!"

In fact, whether it was the wailing sounds that Zhang Xuefeng heard just now, or the blood mist and shadows of evil ghosts and demon gods, Ye Dong also saw them, and he could see them clearly!

But for Ye Dong, these scenes are the situation in the blood prison, he is no stranger to it, but Zhang Xuefeng will be deeply shocked when he sees it for the first time, and in order to prevent Zhang Xuefeng from leaking these scenes, so as to provide He caused trouble, Ye Dong had to emphasize to him that those were all a nightmare of his own!
Zhang Xuefeng has lived for more than 100 years, how can he not understand Ye Dong's meaning, he naturally knows what he should do!

But Zhang Xuefeng really let go of the fear in his heart, talked and laughed happily with Ye Dong and walked towards the hall, and at the same time briefly introduced the situation of the Dabei Temple.

The three of Zhang Liansheng, who had been waiting in the hall for a long time, were afraid that Zen Master Fufu would be unhappy. Hearing the voices of his grandfather and Ye Dong, they breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly got up to meet them. Zen Master Fudong naturally opened his eyes. He opened his eyes and stood up.

Ye Dong saw Zen Master Fudo at a glance, and couldn't help but applaud in his heart!

Although Zen Master Fudo is mediocre both in appearance and clothes, without any special features, his body is just like that Prajna, naturally exuding a peaceful and noble spirit!

Practitioners in the Spirit Seal Realm would definitely not be able to feel this kind of awe-inspiring righteousness. Even Zhang Xuefeng probably didn't feel it too much. Only people like Ye Dong with powerful spiritual consciousness can clearly perceive it!

Seeing Ye Dong, Zen Master Fudo's eyes also lit up. Obviously, he knew that Ye Dong was the senior that Zhang Liansheng and the others were talking about, but he never thought that this senior was so young!
Ye Dong took the initiative to step forward, imitating the way of Prajna and saluted with one hand: "Below Ye Dong, I rashly leave Master behind. I hope Master will forgive me for being reckless!"

Following Ye Dong's salute, Chan Master Fudo's face like an ancient well with no waves suddenly showed a hint of alertness, and at the same time, two wide sleeves flicked suddenly, and two strong spiritual energy formed a huge ancient clock in the air , fell with a crash, completely enveloping himself and Ye Dong.

Such a sudden scene stunned everyone present, even including Ye Dong, they didn't understand why this dignified Buddhist cultivator took the initiative to attack after seeing Ye Dong!

(End of this chapter)