Prehistoric: Beginning with mediating creation

"No way."

The environment in the prehistoric world is too harsh. Although everyone is not lacking in wisdom, it is really difficult to think of a solution all at once.

After all, the human race has not conquered this vast land.

"Chief, there will be a way." Xi's eyes were bright, but gentle.

Luo Zu responded to her comfort: "Well, I understand."

He knew that time would help him overcome these problems, because as time goes by, his cultivation will inevitably increase.

Some problems may not be solved now, but it may not be in the future.

Put your heart at ease, and solve future problems in the future.

Do the present things now.

The world in the pot is also continuing.

Since the battle of Xiaole Plain, the demons have been broken.

The hastily assembled Ten Thousand Demons Alliance was disbanded on the spot, and the dreamy King Sun was shattered. The sixty-eight great demons died or were disabled, and they could not come to trouble Yang again.

But Yang did not retreat from the wilderness, because the power of the demon lord was stronger.

The breath in the air seemed to be able to push the demons in the wilderness to undergo a transformation in flesh and blood.

But Qing, who was in the wilderness, had a different opinion.

"Chief, you are back!" These tearful words were spoken in the local demon language of Qiuzhi.

Qing was still weak in this life, but he was alive. After three unlucky lives, Qing cherished this life very much.

Cultivate the body well, nurture the soul slowly, and learn new culture with concentration.

"The revenge must be taken." Qing followed a demon who survived accidentally in this life and wandered in the wilderness.

"Qing, don't be obsessed with this, it's unnecessary, even King Sun is dead, we can survive." The survivor of this tribe did not have his ambition.

He only wanted to survive.

Qing sighed.

He is also surviving now, but he wants revenge, that is really a foolish dream.

"I'm going to find him." Qing clenched his fist again.

Now he has eight fists, two legs, a tiger-faced head on his shoulders, and three tails on his butt.

When he clenched his palms, his sharp claws were retracted and he couldn't scratch himself.

"Who?"

"Master." Qing's face was firm.

His companions thought he was dreaming: "You are still young, Qing, there is no need to do these things. Master... I don't know if he is here. We are like this now, and we don't see the master... How about going to bed?"

This demon with a ferocious face is as cowardly as a mouse in his heart.

He is really scared of being killed by Yang.

Look at Yang in the wilderness for so long, killing from south to north, from east to west, has he ever had a dry eye?

No! Not only that, but he has become even worse. One demon tribe after another has been slaughtered by him. It is really fierce, vicious, barbaric and terrible.

He is really scared of being killed.

"I want to go." Qing said stubbornly.

He has to deal with not only Yang, but also the guy who hurt him so much.

Although he had not met that guy, and even suffered repeated torture from him, his killing intent was buried deep.

Since he had lived for so many times, it meant that he would not be killed tomorrow, and the emperor would bless me.

So far, the weak and lonely Qing embarked on the journey to the west.

At the same time, Yang felt that he had killed enough.

The sharpness of the Ziying Sword also frightened him, and his desire for the flesh and blood spirit of the demons also shone through the sword, causing Yang to tremble with fear.

The current Ziying Sword is also "a completely different person" than it was back then.

The purple sword body is full of blood-black lines, and the blood veins are repeatedly woven like a web. Its body is exuding a strange and terrifying aura, as if something is brewing from it.

It is probably difficult to believe that it is a divine sword and a fairy sword now, but it is more convincing to say that it is a demon sword and a devil sword.

"For demons, it is an evil sword."

"In this case, why don't you call it the demon-slaying sword in the future." Yang stroked the sword body and said leisurely.

Ding.

Zi Ying hummed softly as a response.

Yang was naturally happy because he felt something.

Raising the sword, offering sacrifices to the sword, and refining the sword, now he can be considered close to him.

"Since that's the case, let's go west." Yang patted the long sword and was about to take it.

Go west and kill the demon lord.

Didn't the God of War give him this peerless sword just to kill the demon lord?

He recited a few mantras and injected today's sword sacrifice mantras into it with his own heavenly power and true qi, sharpening and refining the magic prohibitions in it.

After finishing this homework, he set off.

He left, leaving a bonfire that was about to go out, and an illusory figure beside it.

This figure was composed of spirit, which was a change in Luo Zu's thoughts.

"This blood sacrifice is really fast, but also dangerous, and it is really unknown to the sword." Luo Zu already had the latest model of Zi Ying Sword in his heart.

The response that Zi Ying Sword gave to Yang just now was actually a response to Luo Zu.

However, Zi Ying Sword had no spirituality at all, and Yang was actually wishful thinking.

Luo Zu saw it clearly, after all, the third magic restriction of Zi Ying Sword was secretly sacrificed by Luo Zu just now.

The accumulation was enough, it just lacked this last tremor, and Luo Zu naturally let it succeed.

After having three magic restrictions, the power of Zi Ying Sword was also improved, and new changes occurred, and it began to feed back to the holder.

This was the inspiration that Luo Zu got from the Barbarian God Hammer.

The Barbarian God Hammer can give the host power, so that even if it is ordinary, it can become a master who can compete with Yang God.

So after Luo Zu had three magic restrictions, he also had a permutation and combination, which could create many groups. In this way, there would be different mysterious laws, and this would also give him such an ability.

As for how to feed back? From where to feed back?

Naturally, it is the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and it gains strength from the flesh and spirit of the demons killed.

This is equivalent to adding a little elf to the practitioner, which can automatically practice and fill the lack of true qi by itself.

Of course, this requires long-term sacrifice of this magic weapon, and continuous purification with one's own law, so that the magic weapon can feed back the same true qi.

Otherwise, just like the Barbarian Hammer and its host, it will only remember its first owner, and then continue to feed the first owner's true qi to the subsequent owners. In this way, the subsequent owners will become more and more like the first owner, and their spirit will be affected and assimilated.

And if a magic weapon is sacrificed and refined since it is weak, there will be no such situation.

Since the birth of the Purple Ying Sword, except for the first magic restriction which was refined by Luo Zu, the next two magic restrictions were all successfully refined by Yang. Moreover, he sacrificed the sword day and night, injected his own Tianwei Zhenqi into it, and then constantly refined the magic restrictions in it, so that the Purple Ying Sword also took on his appearance, and the Zhenqi fed back to him was the same as him.

The two complemented each other and grew together.

"I have forgotten my original intention by refining the weapon in this way." Luo Zu thought.

Refining the weapon in this way can also be regarded as a method of cultivation.

But what Luo Zu wanted was to refine the weapon, which was to be refined in batches, not a magic weapon that belonged to someone exclusively.

Wouldn't such a magic weapon become waste after its owner died?

Is it necessary to use the magic weapon to "resurrect" a monster that looks like its owner?

No way.