Chapter 568
: The True Master Returns! [2 more]
Many weapons have to be irrigated with blood before they can be used by humans.
If the person killed is extremely evil, then the weapon is just.
Otherwise, they will become evil soldiers.
Although the evil soldiers are powerful, they are not the right path after all.
The more people the evil soldiers kill, the more backlash their masters will suffer, and in the end their meridians will be severed, they will become possessed and die.
Seven hundred years ago, an evil weapon named "Blood Rage" appeared in Shenzhou. This evil weapon has had seventeen owners.
Although these seventeen men were highly skilled in martial arts, none of them lived beyond the age of thirty.
Furthermore, because the evil weapon blood rage can indeed bring great power to martial artists, even if the weapon is detrimental to the master, countless people still flock to it.
This evil weapon was finally destroyed by the six major sects working together, finally putting an end to the bloody storm that had lasted for more than a hundred years.
Ye Wanlan was well-versed in the history of the martial arts world, so he naturally knew how terrifying the evil soldiers were.
The owner of this voice wanted to kill them and irrigate the Shenwei Spear with their blood. It was clear that he wanted to turn the Shenwei Spear into a magic weapon!
Doing so is not only an insult to Huo Jingyu, but also an attempt to forcibly erase the intelligence of the Divine Power Spear.
Shen Ce Hu Fu was anxious: "Your Highness, you must not let the Shenwei Spear be taken away!"
"I know." Ye Wanlan wiped the blood off the back of his hand, "Xueqing, step back. The next battle is not something you can participate in."
"Alan!" Su Xueqing grabbed her hand and said with difficulty, "But we don't even know where the enemy is!"
She could only see the Shenwei Spear floating in the air, but she could not see the hand holding the Shenwei Spear.
"He is a psychic who has abandoned his physical body." Ye Wanlan explained quickly, "He is in a spiritual state now. It is inevitable that you cannot see him."
"Soul state?" Su Xueqing was shocked. "Doesn't that mean that physical attacks can't hurt him at all?"
“That’s right.” Ye Wanlan raised his head and stared coldly at a hairless, scary-looking old man. “There are only two possibilities for a psychic who only has his soul left. One is that his psychic cultivation has reached the pinnacle and he no longer needs to use his body. He can only cultivate his soul and reach a higher level.”
She was 80% sure that there must be such a person in the Romanov family.
“But in most cases, there is another possibility.” Ye Wanlan said slowly, “That is, they have reached a bottleneck and have no other choice but to abandon their bodies. However, if they forcibly abandon their bodies, their souls will not be able to exist in the world for too long.”
The old man's expression suddenly darkened: "What a little girl, you can actually see me?"
Ye Wanlan was right. He was indeed forced to give up his body due to many reasons.
If no way to save him is found, his soul will completely disappear from the world in three days.
But God helps those who work hard, and he actually found the Shenwei Gun!
Four days ago, the old man had been lurking beside Farouk, but at that time Farouk had not yet repaired the two broken guns.
A broken divine weapon is no different from scrap copper and iron.
He originally thought that he would not be able to see the day when the Shenwei Spear was repaired, but he did not expect that Farouk's casting ability was indeed superb and he repaired the Shenwei Spear so quickly.
Now, this magical weapon is his!
He wanted to turn the Shenwei Spear into an evil weapon and rely on it with his soul so that he could survive in the world for a long time.
No one can stop him!
As long as he lets the Divine Spear drink enough blood, even the Romanov family will be afraid of him in the future!
The old man's cold and grim eyes swirled around Ye Wanlan: "You don't have the Yin-Yang Eyes, nor are you a psychic, so how can you see me? Could it be the magic of Shenzhou Taoism?"
Everything in the world is interdependent and mutually exclusive, and martial arts are no exception.
The only technique that can restrain the psychic's skills is the Penglai magic.
Ye Wanlan slowly clenched his palms.
Unfortunately, after she regained control of her body, she only practiced Penglai magic for a year.
The chances of defeating a psychic who has abandoned his physical body are less than 30%.
“Humph, no matter if you are one of those Taoists from Penglai Temple, you cannot stop me today.” The old man snorted coldly, “But if you are sensible, I can not--”
Before he could finish his words, Ye Wanlan had already moved.
She did not give the old man any extra time and launched an attack directly.
Through previous observations, she was able to determine that the old man had at least eighty years of experience. A forceful attack would not work, so she could only attack him secretly.
"Buzz-!"
The space shook violently, and the old man was hit by Ye Wanlan's attack without warning and let out a cry of pain.
His soul darkened for a moment, but it was fleeting.
Ye Wanlan’s eyes darkened.
Sure enough, with her current skills, she could not cause fatal injuries to the old man.
"Damn it!" The old man was enraged. "What I hate most in my life is you Shenzhou people, stinky girl. Today, I will use your blood to feed the Shenwei Gun!"
Although Su Xueqing couldn't see the old man, she could see the Divine Power Spear.
"Qiang!"
The Shenwei Spear let out a loud bang, and the spear tip stabbed towards Ye Wanlan at an extremely fast speed.
"Alan!"
Ye Wanlan rolled over to avoid it.
"boom!"
The Shenwei gun hit the ground, and the ground suddenly caved in.
"It is indeed a magical weapon!" The old man's eyes flashed with excitement. "It is so powerful just after being repaired. It will only become stronger in the future!"
But at the same time, his soul power was also consumed greatly.
This magical weapon is indeed not something that ordinary people can wield.
Therefore, he wanted to transform the Divine Power Spear into an evil weapon for him to use!
"Your Highness!" Shen Ce Hu Fu exclaimed, "Your Highness, are you okay?"
Ye Wanlan stood sideways, blood dripping from her fingertips. She looked at the excited old man calmly: "You just left your body not long ago, right?"
“So what?” The old man said with disdain, “You’d better be thankful that when you met me, I was only a soul left. Otherwise, if I were in my prime, you would have died long ago!”
"Shh!"
The Divine Power Spear rose again and struck directly at Ye Wanlan's left shoulder.
"Alan!" Su Xueqing lost her voice.
However, the strong wind brought by the formation forced her to retreat continuously, and she couldn't get any closer at all.
Sand and rocks are flying, and strong winds are sweeping the earth.
Su Xueqing's pupils shrank, because she actually saw that Ye Wanlan did not dodge the attack, but instead grasped the handle of the Shenwei Spear and thrust the tip of the gun into his left shoulder.
"Stab!"
It was the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh and blood, which was shocking.
Ye Wanlan still held the gun handle tightly with one hand. Even though blood kept flowing out and had dyed the left half of her body red, she still didn't even frown.
The old man used the power of his soul to control the Divine Power Spear and pull it out of the girl's body, but was blocked by a strong force.
The Shenwei Gun trembled violently and made a sound.
“I said—” Ye Wanlan laughed twice, “You can’t take the Shenwei Spear away.”
"I can't take it? Just because of you?" The old man sneered, "You little girl, you dare to compete with me? Do you think that you can become a Penglai immortal just because you know a little Penglai magic?"
“Because, why!” Ye Wanlan panted, letting her blood fall on the golden and silver divine weapon. She sneered, “It has been waiting for its real master to return.”
"Clap."
Another drop of blood sank in, and suddenly there was a bright light! (End of this chapter)