Yi Feng, who entered the cave, took out the obtained scroll and began to read it carefully.

At this time, Yi Feng was already considered a martial arts master. Although the things on the scroll were awkward and difficult to understand, it was not difficult for Yi Feng to defeat him. Although it took some time, Yi Feng could understand them.

Yi Feng looked at the words and sentences on the scroll seriously and repeatedly. It was a big deal to recognize the master of the Zhuxian Sword. Yi Feng did not dare to be careless at all. The most important thing was that this was related to his return to the mainland.

After Yi Feng studied it carefully for more than half a month, Yi Feng took a light breath, took the scroll back into the ring, and recalled the content on the scroll in his mind.

After feeling that he had nothing to do, he reached out to remove the black cloth on his arm. At the moment when the black cloth was removed, Yi Feng's arm emitted a dazzling light again.

Looking at the Zhu Xian Sword tattoo that shined on his arm, Yi Feng's finger seals were crazily tied up. The handprints were cumbersome and fast, leaving only the shadows of the handprints in the void.

When Yi Feng's hand seal was formed, the energy around him gathered in the direction of Yi Feng. However, the gathered energy did not enter Yi Feng's body, but instead gathered in Yi Feng's hand seal.

As the energy around him gathered more and more, Yi Feng slashed his fingers slightly. Under Yi Feng's stroke, Yi Feng's fingers slowly overflowed a drop of blood. As the drop of blood was gushing out, the space was also slightly twisted under the trembling blood, which shows how powerful this drop of blood was.

When this drop of blood was completely suspended in Yi Feng's handprint, all the energy gathered was galloping towards the blood. The scarlet blood looked even more dazzling and scary as the spiritual energy poured in.

When the gathering power completely poured into the blood, this drop needed to double its strength. The terrifying power seemed to burst out in the next moment.

Yi Feng looked at the blood that could not be controlled and then slowly moved towards Yi Feng's arm. When Yi Feng's goblin blood approached the light of the Zhuxian Sword, the drop of blood instantly turned into blood mist, turned into the shape of a Zhuxian Sword tattoo, covering it towards the Zhuxian Sword.

The original light of the Zhuxian Sword was instantly covered by Yi Feng's blood mist.

When Yi Feng's essence and blood were completely integrated into the tattoo, Yi Feng felt a pain in cutting his flesh. It seemed as if he was about to cut off the tattoo.

Under this pain, the original tattoo slowly emerged.

Looking at the tattoo slowly highlighted on his arm, Yi Feng held his breath and the blood mist was all integrated into it.

At this time, the tattoo suddenly disappeared, and Yi Feng's arm returned to smooth again. In front of Yi Feng, a sharp sword appeared, and blood flashed above the sword.

Looking at the Zhu Xian Sword that was floating in the void, his eyes lit up suddenly: "There is a chance."

Normally, Yi Feng could not force the Zhuxian Sword out of his arm, but this time he used the blood sacrifice method to force the Zhuxian Sword out. If the Zhuxian Sword can be forced out of this method, then Yi Feng will have hope of leaving the secret realm. At least, holding the Zhuxian Sword, Yi Feng has the confidence to break the light film.

However, since this blood sacrifice method can force the Zhuxian Sword to be used, it can be useful. Maybe it can really make the fallen flower sword-controlled sword cultivating the immortal sodu Zhuxian Sword recognize the master.

Thinking of this, Yi Feng naturally couldn't bear to give up this opportunity so easily. Looking at the Zhu Xian Sword floating in the void, the seals on his hand were once again crazily.

At the moment when Yi Feng's fingers were frantically formed, the spiritual energy from the outside continued to surge towards the cave. This terrifying spiritual energy gathered in Yi Feng's handprints, and finally formed various handprint patterns like substance.

While these handprint patterns appeared, a drop of essence and blood appeared on Yi Feng's fingers again. Looking at the emergence of essence and blood, Yi Feng's face looked solemn. Essence and blood are extremely important to warriors, especially those who are saint-level powerful people, which is even more difficult to recover.

However, for the sake of Zhuxian Sword, Yi Feng was willing to pay such a price.

At the moment when the essence and blood appeared, the handprint patterns rushed into the essence and blood.

When all the spiritual energy poured into the essence and blood, Yi Feng's eyes were a little calm, and the original essence and blood suddenly burst out, covering the Zhuxian Sword and all merged into it.

After these essences and blood were integrated into it, Yi Feng's fingers continued to change. Under Yi Feng's transformation, the original handprint pattern appeared on the sword body of the Zhuxian Sword, and then immediately turned into a raging flame, and began to bake the Zhuxian Sword wildly.

Under the roasting of the flames, the Zhuxian Sword obviously became restless and began to tremble wildly. A series of great resistance surged towards the flames. Under such power, these flames were soon weakened to only a little Mars.

When Yi Feng saw this scene, the energy of the mutual generation in his body burst out. As the energy of the mutual generation poured into the flame, the flames soared wildly again. The blazing flames kept baking the Zhuxian Sword.

Yi Feng also used the counterattack of the Zhuxian Sword, but the power of the Zhuxian Sword was extremely terrifying. It was no less than him. Under Yi Feng's crazy suppression, he could not suppress it either.

"Damn!" Yi Feng cursed angrily, looking at the flames that were shrinking again, the seals in his hand were once again frantically formed, drops of blood appeared in his hand, and then they were penetrated into the Zhuxian Sword.

As Yi Feng's continuous blood penetrated into the fire, the flame could finally be guaranteed to be unweaked. The Zhuxian Sword also emitted a hot breath.

While Yi Feng used such terrifying essence and blood, Yi Feng's face gradually paled. Such crazy consumption of essence and blood will have a great impact on him, who is a holy level.

However, Yi Feng, who has used his essence and blood to refine the Zhuxian Sword, will naturally not give up halfway. Although consuming essence and blood in this way may leave behind a terrifying dark disease, there is no other choice.

Usually, it takes more than a year to recover the essence and blood of the holy level by using a drop. But using essence and blood like Yi Feng desperately is no longer easy to recover by time.

The Zhuxian Sword is much more difficult to deal with than other spiritual weapons. According to the scroll, a normal high-level spiritual weapon has five drops of essence and blood to refine. However, Yi Feng is far more than five drops of essence and blood.

The fire was still on the Zhuxian Sword, and Yi Feng's essence and blood entered the Zhuxian Sword like water flowing, and was completely devoured by the Zhuxian Sword. Yi Feng's entire person began to lose weight. His rugged bones began to reveal his skin and his skin was yellow. It seemed that he was back to the time to rescue Die Yunyu and Zi Yin again.

The full text power of the two laws in Yi Feng's body is constantly cooperating with the blood sacrifice of essence and blood.

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