Many weapons were born, and most of them had to be watered with blood before they could be used by humans.
If you are killing a very evil person, then the weapon is just.
On the contrary, it will become an evil soldier.
Although the evil soldiers are powerful, they are not the right way after all.
The more people the evil soldiers kill, the more backlash their owners will suffer. In the end, their meridians will be severed and they will become possessed and die.
Seven hundred years ago, an evil weapon named "Blood Fury" appeared in China. This evil weapon had seventeen masters.
Although these seventeen people were highly skilled in martial arts, none of them lived past the age of thirty.
And because the evil weapon's blood rage can indeed bring great power to martial practitioners, even if the weapon defeats the master, countless people still flock to it.
This evil weapon was finally destroyed by the six sects, and finally stopped this bloody storm that lasted for more than a hundred years.
Ye Banlan is familiar with the history of rivers and lakes, so he naturally knows the terror of evil soldiers.
The owner of this voice wanted to kill them and irrigate the divine weapon with blood. He clearly had the intention of turning the divine weapon into a divine weapon!
Doing this is not only insulting Huo Jingyu, but also forcibly erasing the intelligence of the Divine Power Spear.
Shence Hufu was anxious: "Your Highness, you must not let the Divine Power Spear be taken away!"
"I know." Ye Banlan wiped the blood on the back of his hand, " Xueqing, stand back, you can't participate in the next battle."
"Alan!" Su Xueqing held her hand and said in a difficult voice, "But we don't even know the enemy. Where is it!”
She could only see the Divine Power Spear floating in the air, but she did not see the hand holding the Divine Power Spear.
"He is a psychic who abandoned his body to exist." Ye Banlan quickly explained, "He is in a soul state now. You can't see it, it is inevitable."
"Soul Status?" Su Xueqing was startled, "Doesn't that mean that physical attacks can't hurt him at all?" "That's right." Ye Banlan raised his head and looked at an old man with no hair and a terrifying face. They looked at each other coldly, "The psychic only has his soul left, and there are only two possibilities. One is that his psychic cultivation has reached the extreme, and he no longer needs to use his body. He can only cultivate his soul and reach a higher realm."
She was 80% sure that there must be such a person in the Romanov family.
"But more often, there is another possibility." Ye Banlan said slowly, "That is when we encounter a bottleneck and have no choice but to abandon the body. But if you abandon the body forcibly, the soul will not be able to exist in the world. "It's too long."
The old man's expression suddenly darkened: "What a little girl, you can actually see me?"
Ye Turnan said that he was indeed right. Due to various reasons, I had no choice but to give up my body.
If no rescue method can be found, his soul will completely dissipate from the world in three days.
But Huangtian paid off and let him find the powerful gun!
Four days ago, the old man had been dormant beside Faruk, but Faruk had not repaired the two broken guns at that time.
A broken divine weapon is no different from scrap metal.
He thought he wouldn't be able to wait until the day the Divine Power Gun was repaired, but he didn't expect that Farooq's casting ability was indeed superb and he could repair the Divine Power Gun so quickly.
Now, this magic weapon is his!
He wants to turn the mighty spear into an evil weapon, and by relying on it with his soul, he can survive in the world for a long time.
No one can stop him!
As long as he lets the Shenwei Gun drink enough blood, even the Romanov family will be afraid of him in the future!
The old man's cold and forbidding gaze turned on Ye Banlan: "You have not opened your Yin and Yang eyes, and you are not a psychic. How can you see me? Could it be Chinese Taoism?"
Everything in the world is interdependent, and martial arts is no exception.
The only technique that can restrain the psychic is the Penglai technique.
Ye Banglan shook his hands slowly.
It is a pity that after she regained control of her body, she only practiced the Horai Technique for only a year.
Whether he can defeat a psychic who has given up his body, the chance of winning is less than 30%.
"Huh, no matter whether you are one of the Taoist priests from Penglai Temple, you can't stop me today." The old man snorted coldly, "But if you know better, I can't-"
< br>Before the rest of the words were spoken, Ye Turnan had already moved.
She didn't 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 skill. A strong attack will definitely not work, you can only go secretly.
“Buzzing——!”
The space shook violently. Unexpectedly, the old man was hit by Ye Juanlan’s attack and let out a cry of pain. .
His soul also dimmed for a moment, but the dimness was fleeting.
Ye Banlan'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 irritated. “What I hate the most in my life are you Chinese people, stinky girls. Today I will use your blood to feed the Divine Power Gun first!”
< br>Although Su Xueqing couldn't see the old man, she could see the powerful spear.
"Qiang!"
The divine power gun made a roar, and the head of the gun stabbed Ye Banlan at an extremely fast speed.
“Alan!”
Ye Turnan rolled to avoid it.
“Boom!”
The powerful gun hit the ground, and the ground sank instantly.
"It is indeed a magic weapon!" The old man's eyes flashed with excitement, "It is so powerful just after repairing it, and it will only be stronger in the future!"
But at the same time, his The power of the soul is also greatly consumed.
This magical weapon is indeed not something that ordinary people can use.
That’s why he wants to turn the mighty spear into an evil weapon for him to control!
"Your Highness Princess!" Shence Hufu exclaimed, "Your Highness Princess, are you okay?"
Ye Banlan stood sideways, blood dripping from her fingertips, she looked at the excited old man lightly: "You You just left the body not long ago, right?"
"So what?" The old man looked disdainful, "You'd better be lucky that when you met me, I only had my soul left. Otherwise, if I were in my prime, You're already dead!"
"Whoa!"
The powerful spear came back and hit Ye Banlan's left shoulder directly.
"A Lan!" Su Xueqing lost her voice.
However, the strong wind caused by the formation forced her to retreat continuously, unable to get even closer.
The sand and rocks are flying, and the strong wind is blowing across the ground.
Su Xueqing's pupils shrank because she actually saw that Ye Banlan did not dodge the blow, but held the handle of the divine power gun and put the gun head into her left shoulder.
“Stab it!”
It was the sound of a sharp blade penetrating flesh, which was shocking.
Ye Banlan still held the handle of the gun tightly with one hand. Even though the blood continued to flow out and dyed half of her body red, she still did not even frown.
The old man used the power of his soul and wanted to control the divine power gun to pull it out of the girl's body, but was blocked by great force.
The mighty gun trembled violently and roared.
“I said——” Ye Banlan laughed softly twice, “You can’t take away the Divine Power Spear.”
"Can't I take it away? Is it up to you?" The old man sneered, "Yellow-haired girl, you also want to compete with me. Do you think that you know a little Penglai magic and you are a Penglai immortal?"
"Because , "Why!" Ye Banlan gasped, letting her blood fall on this golden and silver magic weapon, she sneered slightly, "It has been waiting for its true owner to return."
< br>"Pa tah."
Another drop of blood sank in, and a light suddenly bloomed! (End of this chapter)