Peerless Sword God

Under the light clouds, the waterfall flows from the mountains to the foot of the mountains in a mighty way, splashing thousands of water splashes, reflecting brilliant brilliance in the sunshine.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a green bamboo house.

In the bamboo house, seventy-seven forty-nine candles were burning.

The Taoist Demon Ye Ming stood with his hands behind his back and said to the Guangmu Sword Ancestor in front of him: "Guangmu, you have broken through the realm of the Four Divine Ancestors. How do you feel?"

Guangmu Sword Ancestor stood up and knelt down and said with gratitude: "Disciple, I feel very good. Thank you Master."

"Okay, I have to work hard for you again."

Dao Mo Ye Ming nodded, took out a jade cup and handed it to him.

Seeing this, Guangmu Dao Zu stood up, pinched his index finger, and dripped the blood of the God of Life into the jade cup.

In a moment, it’s just a cup.

"Adjust your breath."

Dao Mo Ye Ming raised his hand and handed him an imperial elixir, then picked up the jade cup and turned to look at his wife lying on the diamond-shaped flame pattern.

Looking at his wife's face as pale as paper, Daomo Ye Ming suppressed the grief in his heart, took her into his arms, and gently gave her the blood of the God of Life in the cup.

Putting away the jade cup, he looked at his wife with concern. When he saw that most of the paleness on his wife's face was gone, he couldn't help but feel relieved and reached out to touch his wife's cheek.

But at this moment, he noticed that his wife's face began to look pale again, and his expression changed drastically: "How could this happen? How could this happen?"

At this time, he didn't have any mental state of the Holy Spirit at all, he was just a husband who was worried about his wife's safety.

Seeing this, the Guangmu Sword Ancestor behind him changed his expression and couldn't help but step forward and said: "Master, please calm down."

"Yes, as a teacher you must be calm, as a teacher you must be calm."

Tao Mo Ye Ming nodded repeatedly, quickly regained his composure, held his wife's arm with his hand, carefully examined her illness, and frowned.

After a while, Guangmu Daozu asked cautiously: "Master, how is my wife?"

Taomo Ye Ming let go of his wife's arm and said with a frown: "Your master's wife's injury has begun to worsen. Now a cup of blood is no longer enough to maintain your master's wife's injury."

"Disciple understands."

Guangmu Daozu was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the pale but kind-faced master's wife. Then he stretched out his right index finger to Dao Demon Ye Ming and said: "Master, come on."

Daomo Ye Ming looked at the registered disciple in front of him, hesitated for the first time, and said seriously: "If this continues, your bloodline will eventually be exhausted."

Guangmu Daozu smiled when he heard this and said calmly: "Disciple knows that it is important to save Master's wife, not to mention that this disciple's life was saved by you, master."

Daomo Ye Ming was silent for a while, then took out the jade cup again, placed it under Guangmu Daozu's index finger, and quickly received a cup of the blood of the God of Life.

Guangmu Sword Ancestor withdrew his fingers and felt weaker than ever before. He immediately collapsed to the ground and his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"have a good rest."

Daomo Ye Ming immediately took out two divine pills and gave them to him, then turned around and gave his wife the blood of the God of Life in the jade cup bit by bit.

The effect this time was obviously more significant than the last time. The paleness on my wife's face quickly dissipated, and she became rosy.

But if you look carefully, you can find that the ruddy color is being replaced by paleness bit by bit, but much slower than before.

Daomo Yeming frowned and said nothing. After a while, he turned around and looked at Guangmu Daozu.

Guangmu Sword Ancestor sat cross-legged on the ground, refining the two magic pills he had just taken, but his realm was too low, his strength was too weak, and the refining speed was very slow.

Suddenly, his whole body shook, and he felt a majestic force pouring into his body, and he refined two divine pills in an instant.

The unprecedented feeling of weakness receded like a tide. Guangmu Daozu was surprised. He opened his eyes and saw his master placing his palm on his shoulder.

"Thank you, Master."

Guangmu Sword Ancestor was extremely grateful. This was not the first time he had taken pills after losing his bloodline in so long, but it was the first time he had received help from Ye Ming Dao Demon.

This was something he would never have dared to imagine before.

After all, over the years, he has come to understand Daomo Ye Ming as a human being. Apart from facing his wife, he will not take the initiative to help a second person.

"Get up."

Dao Mo Ye Ming helped him up and asked, "How much blood do you still have?"

Guangmu Daozu replied: "Less than 30%."

Since he was rescued by the Night Demon, he needs a cup of blood every once in a while to save his wife.

It doesn't seem like much every time, but over the decades, it turns out to be a huge amount.

Daomo Ye Ming was silent for a long time and said: "It seems that we have to find another way, otherwise your master wife's injury will not last for a few months."

Guangmu Sword Ancestor hesitated and said: "Master, why don't you ask the Holy God to take action? With the magical power of that kind of being, it should be able to resolve Master's wife's injuries, right?"

"No, they can't."

Daomo Ye Ming shook his head and said with a dejected expression: "The only thing that can save your master wife is the tree of light, but... alas." He sighed longly.

Guangmu Daozu didn't know what to say when he heard this. He suddenly noticed that he was staring at him and asked nervously: "Master, master..."

Daomo Ye Ming said seriously: "Is the bloodline of your friend the Heavenly Sword Divine Ancestor stronger than yours?"

"This, this...disciple doesn't know." Guangmu Daozu hesitated and finally shook his head.

"You don't want to say it, but I can see that that kid's bloodline of the God of Life is one level higher than yours." Ye Mingdao said devilishly.

Guangmu Daozu's heart sank, and he said in a hurry: "Master, please don't hurt Tianjian Shenzu, he is an upright person..."

Ye Ming Dao Mo raised his hand and interrupted him, saying: "I don't care whether that boy is upright or not, I only care about his bloodline, which can stop your master's wife's injury."

As he said, he looked at Guangmu Daozu with a serious face, and said word by word: "In my heart, only your master's wife is the most important."

Guangmu Daozu's face changed drastically, and he knelt down with a plop, and kept kowtowing: " Master, please, please, I am willing to give all my blood. "

"No!"

Ye Ming Dao Mo refused, and seeing that his disciple was still kowtowing, his expression eased slightly: "If your friend is willing to help your master's wife, I will not hurt him."

"Master..."

Guangmu Daozu wanted to persuade him, but heard a cold and ruthless voice: "Enough! I have been very tolerant, let's go, we will go find your friend now."

Ye Ming Dao Mo rolled up his black sleeves, and the candlelight in the bamboo house went out instantly.

A moment later, the bamboo house was empty, including his wife.

At this time, Lin Chen didn't know that Ye Ming Dao Mo came to find him.

Now, he is comprehending the sword while paying attention to Gu Mo Qi Feng.

The last step of smelting the divine material has arrived.

Over the past few months, Gu Mo Qi Feng has successively refined the Nine Yang Yan Crystal, the Demon Meteorite and other auxiliary materials into a ball of gold, red and black divine liquid in the shape of a divine sword.

The originally blazing Seven Killing Star Flame was not burning as strongly as before, and it turned from a high fire to a medium fire, melting the Tears of Light.

This tear-shaped divine material was like an exquisite crescent moon, blooming with brilliant golden light under the melting of the Seven Killing Star Flame.

The ancient demon Qi Feng carefully pulled it, turning it into strands of divine liquid, slowly and gently blending into the three-color sword-shaped divine liquid.

The three-color sword-shaped divine liquid became more and more dazzling, and the sharpness released made Lin Chen moved, feeling that it was more sharp than the Dragon Sword.

Only the Brahma Demon Sword was more powerful than it!

However, Lin Chen's intuition told him that as the ancient demon Qi Feng continued to melt it, its sharpness would surpass the Brahma Demon Sword and be more terrifying than the Brahma Demon Sword.

Lin Chen looked forward to that moment.