Longevity begins with alchemy master

Chapter 734 Blood Sword Yuan Tu, Soul Seal Deeply Planted, Sword Halberd Sets Sail, Divine Yuan Seals the City (asking for monthly ticket!)
The hilt is pitch black and the blade is blood red.

A cold light flickered faintly, like a lone star. When I looked closely, I suddenly realized that it was the sharp tip of a sword.

This is the once famous Blood Sword that Slays Gods.

The name "Slayer of the Gods" is not its real name, but is simply because it is rumored that this sword is drunk with the blood of the gods.

Luo Chen looked at this thing and felt a little hesitant.

Up to now, he is no longer the penniless casual Qi-refining cultivator from Dahefang.

As a Yuanying Zhenren, he has countless magical weapons.

But among so many treasures, there are actually only three that can really catch his eye.

The first one, needless to say, was the long-cultivated primordial magic weapon, the Hunyuan Ding. This treasure was already rich in substance, and it was also infused with the power of the nameless gray light and the thunderbolt. After it was upgraded to a true weapon, he could use it more easily, with extraordinary effects.

In terms of external combat, the Hunyuan Ding can restrain and suppress, and its power is infinite. In terms of internal auxiliary cultivation, it can not only temper the soul, but also refine pills and cast weapons. Especially the latter, Luo Chen was able to refine the Great Soul Pill and the Hongyuan Pill in a short time. In addition to his superb alchemy skills, the Hunyuan Ding also played a great role.

The second item that Luo Chen treasured most was the white tiger puppet.

The combat power is comparable to that of the late Yuanying stage. As long as it can be controlled, it means that Luo Chen can instantly have an assistant who is a great cultivator.

Luo Chen originally wanted to control the White Tiger Puppet first, and practicing soul division and learning puppetry were all preparations for this.

However, after careful consideration, Luo Chen suppressed this impulse for the time being.

There is no other reason. The white tiger spirit in the puppet is really too powerful. With Luo Chen's current spiritual strength, he may not be able to enslave it perfectly.

Even Han Zhan at that time had put in a lot of effort, and was only able to use it a little, but he was unable to unleash its full power.

Luo Chen believed that he was still some distance away from Han Zhan at his peak in terms of both soul strength and puppetry proficiency.

What's more, in order to refine this puppet, a sufficiently spacious space is required.

If it were taken out openly on Xiaoqiongshan, which is someone else's territory, it would probably cause a lot of trouble.

For example, the scene when he was discussing Taoism with Zhou Yunshen not long ago and their Nascent Souls collided with each other must have been noticed by many interested people.

Luo Chen doesn't want to reveal this trump card for the time being.

Therefore, after some thought, Luo Chen set his sights on this blood sword which was no weaker than the White Tiger Puppet.

"A real weapon that can kill a powerful god, even if it is not a spiritual treasure, is almost the same."

"But unlike refining spiritual treasures, which requires the approval of the weapon spirit, this sword is ultimately just a real weapon and can be forcibly refined!"

“Even if the ritual fails and the spirit within it is destroyed, it will not affect the power of this sword in the slightest.”

"Blood Nightmare Demon Luo is also a cultivator in the early stage of Nascent Soul. If he can do it, I can do it too."

"And if I master this sword, my fighting ability will surely experience a qualitative leap!"

Luo Chen's expectations were not arrogant.

Although he has always been strong and his fighting ability far exceeds that of his peers, he relies more on his own abilities and does not rely much on external things.

To put it bluntly, Luo Chen has never had any powerful offensive weapons.

During the Qi Refining Stage, his main means of combat was magic, and the same was true during the Foundation Establishment Stage. Although he had many treasures in the Golden Core Stage, he had no magical weapons that could attack well.

Over the years, only the Xuanhuo Sword was most suitable for him.

But the Xuanhuo Sword is a crudely made product, and its grade is only low-grade.

The blood sword in his hand, which killed a powerful god with its true form, is definitely the best of the best. Maybe it will be promoted to the level of spiritual treasure in the future.

Luo Chen is currently only at the Nascent Soul stage, so this sword is a good match for him. Once refined, there won’t be the embarrassing scene of Lian Tian Ding exploding at any time.

As for how to refine the blood sword spirit, Luo Chen already had some ideas.

The hesitation gradually faded, and his expression became more determined as he was solemn.

The spiritual consciousness spread and invaded the blood sword little by little.

Even though he was covered in blood, it couldn't stop Luo Chen's perseverance.

Inside the Hunyuan Cauldron, Luo Chen is the master!
This sword is just a prisoner, how can he resist?

Soon, Luo Chen found that ray of spiritual light.

"Is this the Blood Sword Spirit?"

It looks like a human but not a human, like an animal but not an animal, curled up together like a placenta, and there is a faint fishy smell.

Luo Chen frowned, not finding any corresponding race like this in his memory.

Monsters? Demonic beasts? Or even man-made beasts, or spirits?
Regardless of who this thing belonged to, his spiritual consciousness began to explore the soul's body, trying to find a gap for a breakthrough.

Time passes little by little.

Gradually, Luo Chen found clues from this motionless soul.

"There are three layers of seals in total!"

"One layer has been broken, and blood stains are all over it, which is extremely corrosive. If I am not mistaken, this should be the work of the Blood Sea Ancestor of the Yuan Demon Sect. He tried to refine this sword, but was severely injured. After that, he lived on this sword for his entire life until it was inherited by the Blood Nightmare Demon Luo."

"This second seal has many gaps. Is this the trick of Blood Nightmare Demon Luo?"

"That's good. Following these gaps, I may be able to plant the soul seal on the spirit."

Luo Chen withdrew his consciousness and a look of realization appeared on his face.

Blood Nightmare Demon Luo must have thought about completely refining the sword before, but failed, and the gaps in the seal are the evidence.

Then can I do it myself?

Luo Chen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and he already had a plan in mind.

……

Three days later.

Luo Chen sat in front of the Hunyuan Ding with his eyes closed and his hands making hand seals.

Within his purple mansion, the little Nascent Soul figure seemed to be responding to the inside and outside, and his chubby little hands were also making the same seals.

As Luo Chen breathed in and out, the muscles on his face trembled, and gradually a ray of golden light slowly flew out from between his eyebrows.

Looking closely, it was a mark that looked like a flame.

This is the soul seal condensed based on puppetry.

Once implanted into the puppet, it is far more convenient than controlling by hanging threads, mana, or spiritual consciousness.

However, ordinary puppeteers cannot condense such a lifelike and complete soul print.

Only those who have mastered the method of dividing the soul and have a strong spiritual foundation can do this.

As the soul seal flew out, Luo Chen did not slack off and directly threw it into the cauldron.

Instantly!

There was a burst of blood light in the cauldron. The blood sword seemed to be aware of something and burst out with layers of spiritual light, trying to stop the invasion of the soul seal.

Are you very unwilling?
Don't want to sit and wait for death?
At this moment, Luo Chen snorted coldly.

"town!"

The Hunyuan Ding trembled, and the five colors of gold, green, blue, red and yellow intertwined, like strips of soft silk, binding the blood sword layer by layer.

Not only that.

Crack!

Strands of silver-white electric arcs crackled in the cauldron, like a whip, constantly whipping the blood sword for intimidation.

Even within the silver-white arc, faint wisps of black arc can be seen.

The power of thunder that the Hunyuan Ding absorbed back then turned into a transformed black thunder beast!

The silver-white electric arc is just the surface.

The black electric arc is the essence of the power of thunder.

Even Luo Chen, who usually faced an enemy, did not dare to summon black thunder easily, and at this moment he was only simply urging it once or twice.

Under this powerful suppression and deterrence, the blood sword continued to tremble and the sword rang.

However, to Luo Chen, the sound of the sword sounded more like the wail of an opponent who was powerless to resist.

"Just obey me!"

Luo Chen chuckled and controlled the soul seal to follow the gaps, drill into the second layer of seal, and began to merge with the soul.

During this process, some images emerged in his mind.

A little beast, born from its mother's womb, devoured its eight brothers, with great ferocity.

A dazzling sword came out of the furnace and was kept on the mountain of soldiers.

Suddenly one day, the sword broke out of the mountain and went straight into a gloomy and dark world.

In that world, there are countless strange beasts and the visitors are numerous.

Many people tried to conquer the sword, but ultimately failed.

There were also those who achieved short-term success, but ultimately they were unable to leave that world and instead became sacrifices to the sword.

Among them was an old man, wearing a blood-red plum blossom robe in a style that Luo Chen was somewhat familiar with, and he held the sword in his own hands.

The picture flows.

The blood sword was carried out of the dark world by the mouth of an unconscious dragon soul, but it struggled to escape halfway and finally fell into the hands of a woman named Xianxiansu.

The woman was helpless and could not refine the sword at all. She could only use it as bait to catch a big fish.

The blood sword was sharp, leaving a sword mark on the middle-aged man's forehead.

Under the influence of another consciousness, it was forced to fly back into that dim and lightless world until it was taken out again.

These images also include the various methods that people in the past used to try to refine this sword.

Recognize the master by dripping blood, imprison by magic power, enslave the soul, and even sacrifice one's own life to raise him!
After so many tricks, the Blood Sword Spirit was polluted and became extremely smelly. Now, Luo Chen was doing it again!
The soul slowly opened its eyes, and its animal pupils looked at Luo Chen cruelly and affectionately, then slowly closed.

At this moment, Luo Chen felt the resonance between the sword and himself.

"Success!?"

Luo Chen suddenly opened his eyes, surprised and happy.

But then he shook his head.

Deep inside the blood sword, the thickest third layer of seal had not yet been broken. He had only barely gained control of the sword.

The evidence is...

"Here comes the sword!"

With a wave of his hand, the five-colored silk ribbon of the Hunyuan Ding loosened, the silver-white electric arc withdrew, and the blood sword fell into his hand.

The tip of the sword trembled, and it was actually trying to turn around and point at Luo Chen himself.

It is filled with a strong bloodthirsty desire.

"You still want to drink my blood. What a wishful thinking."

Luo Chen was not afraid. He held the sword in one hand and wiped the sword with the other hand. His magic power surged and the blood light disappeared in an instant.

At this moment, without the blood that affected his consciousness and vision, he finally saw the two ancient inscriptions engraved on the junction of the sword body and the hilt.

【Yuan Tu】

"Is that your real name?"

Luo Chen heaved a sigh of relief and casually swung the blood sword twice. He felt just as he wished. The sword was so sharp that it seemed as if the space was being cut.

"It's a good name. The Blood Sea Patriarch of the Yuan Demon Sect was indeed slaughtered by you."

Although he knew that this was definitely not the meaning when the name was engraved on the sword, Luo Chen was willing to give it such a connection.

Afterwards, Luo Chen placed the Yuantu Sword on his knees, his magic power covering it like a vast ocean, and his spiritual consciousness continued to penetrate into the sword.

Soul seal recognition is only the first step.

In order to truly unleash the power of this sword, one needs to constantly practice it, become more familiar with it, and even find the rhythm of its absorption of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Let’s take it step by step!

……

Luo Chen thought about taking it step by step, but apparently things went against his will.

Because Fu Chaosheng is back.

Some things are just like this, often beyond personal control.

Previously, Luo Chen was anxious about when Fu Chaosheng would come back and set off for Zhongzhou, but now he hopes that he will come back slower.

But Fu Chaosheng is back, and he will eventually have to face the reality that he both expects and fears.

"Time is running out, we'll leave tomorrow!"

Fu Chaosheng said so.

Seeing Luo Chen's confusion, he explained, "There's news from the sect that a great being is about to ascend, so I have to go back early to make some preparations."

Luo Chen was full of doubts, but they all vanished in front of the four words "great power ascends to heaven".

He just asked, "Who is it?"

Fu Chaosheng shook his head. "You will know by then. Get ready and set off tomorrow morning."

……

In Shenyuan City, Fu Chaosheng's return was not concealed at all.

Similarly, the news of his departure was also released on the same day.

It was so urgent, as if forcing people to express their opinions.

Some high-level monks who were originally on the sidelines had to make a decision in a short period of time.

Early the next morning, a group of more than a thousand people walked out of the city and arrived in front of a large ship in Giant Whale Port.

Luo Chen looked up at the big ship and actually felt an aura from it that was no less powerful than his own.

That was not a living person, but something emanating from the ship itself.

Zhou Yunshen whispered, "It is rumored that this ship was built from the corpse of a sword-killing whale. That sword-killing whale once reached the fourth-order demon king realm. That's why it gives us such a fascinating feeling."

"Using whales as boats?" Luo Chen was quite surprised. "Wouldn't the leader of the North Sea Whale Clan, the Sea King Whale, be furious about this?"

But as soon as he said this, he laughed at himself.

This is the ship of Tianyuan Taoist Sect!
Not to mention the fourth-rank Demon King, even if the Sea Emperor Whale showed up in person, I'm afraid the Tianyuan Dao Sect wouldn't give him face.

It’s not that Luo Chen is exaggerating the reputation of Da Dao Sect, but the fact that Shenyuan City is now out of place in the North Sea explains everything.

There were countless monsters surrounding the city, but none of them dared to attack it.

Even though the Jianji was about to take people on a long journey, the monsters only dared to watch from afar and did not dare to get close at all.

The Black King hiding in Luo Chen's sleeve was a little curious, "Why don't we take the teleportation array and go directly to Zhongzhou?"

In response, Luo Chen shook his head.

If there are only a few people, the teleportation array will naturally be convenient.

But now...

He looked around and saw thousands of people waiting at the port like a gathering cloud.

Inside, there were Yuanying Zhenren with profound Taoism like him, as well as Qi-refining cultivators with shallow realms, and even a baby in a woman's arms.

The tremendous pressure brought about by the ultra-long-distance cross-sea teleportation array during the teleportation process is not something that low-level cultivators can withstand.

It's faster and more convenient to take a boat.

And according to Fu Chaosheng, when they reach halfway, they will split up, with some cultivators taking a short-distance teleportation array to cross the natural barrier and reach Zhongzhou directly, while others will sail slowly according to the plan.

From Luo Chen's perception, he quickly found out the number of Nascent Soul cultivators heading to Zhongzhou.

Including him and Zhou Yunshen, there are a total of seven Nascent Soul True Immortals!

The remaining five people are of good realms and are quite old. They used to be very famous in the North Sea.

Over the years, whether it was because of the great war between good and evil, or the invasion of the Demon Alliance, or for considerations of his own path, he made the decision to leave his hometown and go to Zhongzhou to join the Tianyuan Taoist Sect.

"On this trip alone, the Tianyuan Dao Sect has recruited seven great masters. Since the ancient times, over the past three thousand years, I wonder how many powerful people from other states the Tianyuan Dao Sect has recruited."

Luo Chen took a deep breath and turned his gaze towards Fu Chaosheng who was talking to someone.

There were four people in total, and they were the four elders of the Beihai Tianyuan Business Alliance.

No one knew the content of their communication, but when Fu Chaosheng bowed and said goodbye, the three elders headed by Shen Wandou all looked solemn.

"Everyone, get on board!"

Fu Chaosheng took the lead and went straight into Jianjihao.

The remaining people did not rush forward all at once, but boarded the boat one by one under the guidance of Dao Zong's disciples.

"Master Luo, please come this way!"

To everyone's surprise, among the seven Yuanying Zhenren of the North Sea, the first one to be led up was not Zhou Yunshen, who had displayed the highest realm, but Huang Sanren, who was the youngest and had the lowest realm.

Looking at Fu Hongzhang's sincere invitation and feeling the uneasy gazes behind him, Luo Chen's face remained calm.

"Let's go!"

He stepped aboard.

Tianxuan, Sang Jinghe and Zhang Jingqing followed closely behind.

Zhou Yunshen, who was standing closer, watched this scene with a complicated expression.

In fact, we can already see something from the order of boarding.

And he was ranked last among the Seven True Ones.

"It's too late. Everything is too late. I came too late, and I'm too old. I seem to be at the highest level, but in fact I'm the least valued. I spent countless years of my family's savings to finally get a place on board. I don't know if this trip is worth it?"

Zhou Yunshen looked back at the clansmen behind him. They all had different expressions. Some were reluctant to leave their homeland, while others were longing for and looking forward to the place they would go to.

"Never mind. Finding them a place to live is the last thing I can do. My children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. What happens in the future will depend on them."

"Get on board!"

He said this calmly, and called upon his family members to follow the Yuanmo Sect disciples onto the Jianji.

After the Zhou family got on, there were no more passengers.

At the bow, Fu Chaosheng nodded to the three people at the port from afar, and then disappeared into the depths of the ship.

The Sword and the Spear hummed and trembled, emitting a burst of spiritual light, pushing aside the huge waves and slowly setting sail.

With layers of white waves rolling and sails hoisted high, the Sword Spear swam towards the distant sea level like a giant whale.

Since they left.

Shen Wandou released his spiritual sense with all his strength, sweeping the surroundings with a sneer on his face.

"You, the furry, armored, wet-born, egg-born people, are shrinking back from the inevitable trend. You will never achieve anything great."

"Go back. From today on, Shenyuan will seal off the city!"

Following his order, countless cultivators from Giant Whale Harbor retreated back to Shenyuan City like a tide, and the huge city gate slammed shut.

A row of Tianyuan spiritual energy cannons, with thick black muzzles, protrude from the city walls, overlooking the North Sea in the distance.

(End of this chapter)