The years when I explored the fairyland

Chu Zhou's goal has always been clear. Even if he got involved in the dispute between the two factions, he had to save his life first; the second was to buy time to digest what he had learned in the Jieying Hall.

Finally, he thought of ways to seek benefits, or to use the platform of Wenxiang Temple to gain greater benefits.

That is why, after he was injured, although he had the means to expel it, he still waited until he arrived at Wenxiang Temple and waited for the doctor of An Da to diagnose and use medicine before expelling the remaining sword intent.

Of course, he didn't like it, but the effect was still good.

At least, before his injuries were fully healed, he estimated that Zhou Wu would not assign him to do this or that.

This gave him time to practice and settle down. He needed time too much now.

It took Chu Zhou two hours to practice once before he could completely expel the sword intent in his body.

The feeling of "being free of debt and feeling light" made him feel relaxed physically and mentally.

But Chu Zhou still didn't stop. He continued to practice the "Heavenly River Upside Down Method" and completed today's practice before falling on the bed and falling asleep.

...

Perhaps because of the change of place, or perhaps because of the effect of drawing air into the body to restore his spirit, Chu Zhou did not sleep too long this time.

When he woke up, the outside world was still dim, and only the sky seemed to have a faint fish belly white, and the outline had not yet appeared.

It was still quite early at this point, and there was no movement around, but Chu Zhou could no longer sleep.

He got up, casually performed a few sets of punches, stretched his muscles and bones, and sat cross-legged on the bed again, pulling his trophies over.

He put the thick "Xiangyun Collection" and meteorite iron aside, and then took out a sword.

The sword, put into the scabbard, was inconspicuous, and the bell tied to the hilt was also taken off, and it seemed that there was nothing special about it.

But this is the blood sword held by the bell swordsman Meng Gongyi, who dominated the world.

Clang!

The sound of the sword being unsheathed echoed in the house. Chu Zhou had already drawn the blood sword. The dark red blood light seemed to flow on the sword body, carrying a strong smell of blood and the intention of killing, which was frightening.

Chu Zhou held the sword in his left hand, and put his right hand together with the sword finger, gently stroking the sword body, feeling the murderous intent layer by layer, and also saw his own reflection in the dark red sword body.

However, at a certain moment, he suddenly found that the reflection of himself seemed to have a wrong look in his eyes, and there was a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What is this?"

Before Chu Zhou could react, he only felt that the blood sword in his hand was trembling and shaking violently, as if it wanted to break free.

There was even more murderous intent rushing straight into Chu Zhou's sea of ​​consciousness, as if to strangle him into an idiot, or directly turn him into a sword slave.

This blood sword is actually alive?

When this idea came up, Chu Zhou no longer dared to be careless, and the magic power in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly rotated, crushing everything like a torrent.

Then his eyes focused, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he used his left hand to hold the sword tightly, not letting it slip out of his hand.

The right hand sword finger slowly retracted, bent his fingers, accumulated strength, and a light blue mana flowed, and then, knocked!

Ding!

A crisp collision sound spread out, and was pressed into the room by Chu Zhou's force that spread around, so that it kept echoing.

And accompanied by a 'buzzing' trembling sound, the blood sword instantly lost its resistance.

It seemed that Chu Zhou's finger made the blood sword dizzy and difficult to control.

What Chu Zhou didn't expect was that a stream of information flowed out of the blood sword, turning into words that rotated in Chu Zhou's sea of ​​consciousness.

He looked carefully and found that it was actually a martial art, "Gan Lang Blood Shadow Sword".

The unique skill of Yunya Sword School was passed down in this way. Chu Zhou felt novel and realized that there were definitely too many secrets in this world that he had not yet understood.

At this moment, Chu Zhou became interested. He carefully checked the texts and wanted to know what this martial art was like.

Chu Zhou was not very interested in Meng Gongyi's sword skills, but he was quite interested in the killing move that turned into three blood shadows and could fight independently.

However, after seeing it, Chu Zhou realized that the killing move was not a martial art at all, but a strange blood secret technique.

In terms of grade, this "Gan Lang Blood Shadow Sword" has indeed reached the level of unique skills, because it not only includes the part of washing marrow and changing blood, but also how to comprehend the sword intention and break through the innate method.

The starting point of this martial art is based on killing intent, taking the killing intent of the Tan Lang star as the foundation. From the beginning of cultivation, it is necessary to nurture killing intent, accumulate killing intent, and finally awaken killing intent.

In other words, as long as this unique skill is cultivated to a certain level, it will have the true meaning of martial arts.

But this is not the most essential part. The most essential part is to accumulate murderous intent through killing and nourish the sword body with the blood of the enemy chief.

Once enough murderous intent and blood of the enemy chief are collected, the blood shadow clone can be condensed by a special method.

The more you kill, the more clones you will have. When you fight, you will release a replica of yourself, and your strength will increase several times instantly.

Of course, this blood shadow is a consumable. When it is used up, you have to continue to accumulate, continue to kill, and continue to accumulate murderous intent.

Often, the sword master will be corroded by murderous intent in the process, become perverse, and kill people at will.

After reading it carefully, Chu Zhou felt very disappointed.

This sword is not something that can be cultivated by humans, and Chu Zhou does not think that he is stronger than others and can ignore the invasion of murderous intent.

Therefore, what really caught Chu Zhou's attention about this martial art was the combination of swordsmanship and the blood shadow secret technique, which were in the same vein and had no sense of incongruity.

However, these are of no use to Chu Zhou. They can only be regarded as a broadening of his horizons, which can be used as a resource for further progress in the future.

Thinking of this, he sheathed the blood sword and threw it casually on the sword rack against the wall.

This evil thing should be touched as little as possible in the future.

Then, Chu Zhou picked up the bell again, and with the help of the light, his eyes flashed with divine light, and he carefully examined it.

This bell seems to be very old, with a thick layer of patina and traces left by the years, and its material cannot be seen.

But if you look closely, you can still see its bronze color, which seems to be made of brass, but in fact, it is much heavier.

In addition, there are complicated patterns on the surface of the bell, which are like clouds and mist, and there are countless layers of them, but when you touch it with your hands, it feels less bumpy.

It's like the pattern has penetrated deep into the inside.

However, Chu Zhou shook and swung again and again. Although the ding-dong sound was pleasant, it did not have any magical effect.

So, how did Meng Gongyi's last killer move come about?

Chu Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly, as if time had flown back in his eyes, recreating the scene of the battle and all the details of Meng Gongyi's attack.

At a certain moment, his eyes lit up, as if he had noticed something, and the mana in his body surged, seeping out from his fingertips and injected into the bell.

Then, he shook it casually.

Ding-dong!

At this moment, with the bell as the center, the sound spread outward.

Wherever it passed, not to mention everything in the room, even outside the house, the night wind, the bamboo forest, the insects among the grass and trees, and the rats that moved in the soil, all stopped moving.

Like a wood carving or clay sculpture, everything was paused, except Chu Zhou, whose thoughts were still turning and his body could still move, but he felt a great resistance and his speed was much slower.

But at least he could still move!

After a few seconds, all the strange phenomena disappeared.

The wind moved, the bamboo forest moved, the insects rustled away, and the rats hid in the cave and trembled.

As for Chu Zhou, the originally abundant mana in his sea of ​​consciousness had been mostly used up, leaving only a few strands floating there.

But he could no longer care about so much, just holding the bell in front of his eyes, his expression was full of disbelief.

He already knew that this treasure was called the "fixed body bell", which had the effect of fixing all visible and invisible objects within a certain range.

As for the specific range and duration, it depends on the amount of mana of the user.

In addition, although internal force can also be activated, the effect is not good, and the distance that can be affected is limited.

Therefore, Meng Gongyi only dared to use it after Chu Zhou approached a certain range, and Chu Zhou used mana to activate it, and the area covered was much larger.

But these are not the point, the point is, this is actually a magic weapon? !

Yes, it's just as you thought. This is a magical weapon that can only be forged by immortals!

...

Time passes the fastest in silence. In the blink of an eye, ten days have passed.

Bamboo Garden, in the study.

Chu Zhou casually threw down an ancient book, stretched out his hand to rub his eyebrows, and relieved the fatigue brought by long-term reading.

In these ten days, Chu Zhou basically did not step out of this place on the grounds of recuperation.

But he did not do nothing. While getting familiar with the rhythm of life here, he had a deeper understanding of Wenxiang Temple and learned more about the rights of offerings.

Just like the drunkard old man said, in other martial arts sects, the position of offering is provided to people with strength,

but because they are outsiders, they will always be implicitly rejected by the sect's top leaders.

On the one hand, outsiders are outsiders, and they can't be considered to know everything.

On the other hand, the original top leaders have occupied a lot of sect rights and benefits. You, an outsider, want to snatch food from the tiger's mouth. Isn't that a joke?

But Wenxiang Temple is different. Zhou Wu is the biggest one, and there is no one above him.

And offering is his means to win over the innate warriors. Not only can they share the various benefits of Wenxiang Temple with him, but also various rights.

For example, he can mobilize various rare medicinal materials. Chu Zhou found that the inventory and channels of Wenxiang Temple far exceed the current Xuanzhen Temple.

For example, Wenxiang Temple has its own library, which is filled with various martial arts secrets.

This is the foundation of Wenxiang Temple. Ordinary disciples have to exchange with contributions, but as an offering, Chu Zhou can freely browse all martial arts below the upper grade.

Of course, the huge library is not only martial arts, but also various historical materials, travel notes, medical skills, mathematics, Taoist books, Buddhist scriptures, etc.

What Chu Zhou just flipped through is an ancient book called "Spirit Beast Records", which introduces the appearance, strength, effectiveness, and activity locations of various spirit beasts.

But that is to say, the spirit beasts mentioned in "Xiangyun Collection" are real!

I don't want to talk anymore, alas...