I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 401
Xu Erniu is worthy of being Xu Erniu, her methods are amazing. Zhang Chen is not an ordinary person either. He can see at a glance that Xu Erniu's method of promoting plant growth has some similarities to the method of making flowers bloom in an instant.

This method can be used on plants, so it can naturally be used on humans.

"You have such a great magical power, but after you have cultivated it, you actually want to eat the fruit? If this is used to cultivate spiritual medicine, it will be more compatible with your alchemy." Zhang Chen said.

Xu Erniu shook her head when she heard this: "Eating fruit is more important!"

The two talked for a while, and then Xu Erniu left with great interest, leaving Zhang Chen staring at the seeds on the table in a daze. His face was not happy, but filled with worry.

"I just hope Xu Erniu can comprehend the reversal of yin and yang soon, and perhaps there will be a chance to reverse the situation." Zhang Chen sighed softly, his voice filled with a hint of helplessness.

The next day, Zhang Chen went to pay a visit to the Patriarch of Longevity, and saw that the Patriarch of Longevity was still sharpening the sword. The sword was glowing with immortal light, and it was being sharpened quickly and brightly.

The master did not say anything about Zhang Chen coming out of retreat. He just nodded, signaling Zhang Chen to leave, and then continued to sharpen his sword there alone.

Zhang Chen walked out of the master's house, and then went all the way back to his own house, and began to think about the layout for the next ten years: "First, I have to raise the level of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword. However, in order to increase the power of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, I have to kill continuously. Where should I find targets to kill?"

Zhang Chen felt a little confused. He was trapped in a corner of Wuzhuang Temple. How could he have the chance to go down the mountain and kill everyone in the spiritual world?
"Maybe I can use Xiu Liu to practice my sword skills and kill people for me." Zhang Chen thought of Xiu Liu, but then rejected it. The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword contained demonic nature and was simply not something Xiu Liu could control.

He then thought of dropping the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword on the road and taking the opportunity to deliver it to the hands of the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple. However, all the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple were staying in the mountains to practice, so how could they have the opportunity to kill everyone?
"Forget it, let's just lie dormant for now and wait for the innate peacock to come out." Zhang Chen said to himself.

However, Zhang Chen's plan to nurture the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword soon came to a head. The Taiping Dao cultivation formation was a deadly enemy of the Wuzhuang Temple. Both of them used the power of the earth veins, which was incompatible with each other. With the death of the ancestors, the Taiping Dao soon noticed something was wrong.

The Taiping Dao chose to support the demon race, and all the Taiping Dao monks were transformed from aliens, while Wuzhuang Temple bet on the human race, and all of them were born from the human race. The Taiping Dao taught everyone, and the demon race was also accepted.

At this time, at the foot of Wuzhuang Temple, a fox demon transformed into its true form and squatted in a tree hole. It looked towards the gate of Wuzhuang Temple with a look of suspicion: "Is the news true? Did the Immortal Patriarch really have a falling out with the others?"

"Reporting to the ancestor, the little earthworm saw this with his own eyes. The thief Changsheng slapped the monk Haichan into the formation with one slap, and he also had dirty dealings with the powerful people. The seeds of suspicion have been planted." At this time, a loach crawled out from the ground. The loach was golden in color, like a species made entirely of gold. It was not ugly at all.

"These guys are extremely cunning. If they want to plot against us, it will be bad. We need to test them more." The white fox stroked his chin with one paw and said, "I will report to the Crow King and ask him to take a look at the current status of Wuzhuang Temple."

Just as Zhang Chen was thinking about how to sacrifice and refine the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, a rapid bell sounded the next day. The bell rang thirty-six times, and the sound spread throughout the Wuzhuang Temple. When Zhang Chen heard the thirty-six bell sounds, he showed a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Could there be something urgent?"

So he quickly put down his work and walked all the way to the lecture hall, where he saw all the disciples standing in line according to their shifts. The master was sitting at the podium with a dignified look on his face: "The Taiping Dao commanded a 100,000-strong demon army to march southward and entered the territory of our Wuzhuang Temple. They have already annihilated three of our human kingdoms, causing rivers of blood to flow under the mountain. More than a dozen of my Taiping Dao disciples have unfortunately met with disasters because they were unable to leave the Hedao earth veins."

After these words were spoken, there was an uproar below, and then the ancestor said, "We, Wuzhuang Temple, must avenge this hatred. Chenzhou and Sunxiang, you two lead eight disciples down the mountain to meet the demon from the Taiping Dao."

The two tenth-level disciples stood up, bowed respectfully and said, "Disciples obey your command."

The call was hastily concluded, the master disappeared from the platform, and the disciples also dispersed.

Zhang Chen was walking on the way back, with all kinds of thoughts flashing through his mind: "The situation is about to change. If the Taiping Dao drives the demon tribe to invade, it may distract the energy of the Changsheng Thieves Dao. If the Changsheng Thieves Dao suffers a heavy blow, it will be great. Also, my Blood-Transforming Divine Sword may be sent down the mountain. If I can cultivate the precious sword with the blood of the demon tribe, I wonder how my Blood-Transforming Divine Sword will evolve."

But how to send the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword away?

Zhang Chen thought about it and finally came up with a solution, so he activated his blood channel to sense Xiu Liu's whereabouts. After a quick sense, he found that Xiu Liu was actually thousands of miles away.

Zhang Chen pondered for a moment and then directly summoned Xiu Liu.

Xiu Liu practiced the Blood Sutra, so naturally he could not escape Zhang Chen's control. In just one day, he had crossed thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and arrived at the foot of Mount Qingcheng.

The powerful aura on Mount Qingcheng was like a vast ocean. Xiu Liu hid at the foot of the mountain and did not dare to climb the mountain. Zhang Chen quietly sneaked down the mountain and saw Xiu Liu standing under a big tree, his body as tall and straight as a pine tree.

"Young Master!" When Xiu Liu heard Zhang Chen's footsteps, he quickly turned around and looked at Zhang Chen, bowing respectfully.

"Your cultivation progress is good. You have actually entered the eighth level." Zhang Chen took a look at Xiu Liu and immediately found out his background.

Zhang Chen saw through Xiu Liu's cultivation at a glance. He lowered his head even lower without making a sound, and said in a humble and polite voice: "Sir, what do you want me to do?"

"I have a mission for you." Zhang Chen stretched out his hand, and blood light swirled in his palm. The thin Blood-Transforming Divine Sword appeared in his hand. "The Taiping Dao led the demon army to invade the human race. The masters of Wuzhuang Temple will soon come down the mountain to help. You hold this precious sword and separate a blood puppet to assassinate the monks of Wuzhuang Temple. After faking your death, send this precious sword to the monks of Wuzhuang Temple."

Xiu Liu looked at the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, his eyes turned red for a moment, and he felt his blood boiling. The sword had a fatal attraction to him, making him wish he could pounce on it and snatch it away.

Zhang Chen took in Xiu Liu's expression and asked with a smile, "Do you want it?"

"Yes!" Xiu Liu said without hesitation. He could feel the desire coming from his blood. "I can't understand why such a magical object was sent to the hands of the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple?"

"This precious sword is not something you can control. If you try to control it by force, you will become a puppet of the sword in less than three to five years. This precious sword needs blood to be nourished. The more lives it kills, the more powerful the sword will be. The reason why I asked you to send the precious sword to the monks of Wuzhuang Temple is to use the lives of the people down the mountain to sacrifice the precious sword." Zhang Chen said to Xiu Liudao.

Xiu Liu's pupils shrank when he heard this: The more he kills, the stronger his power becomes? What kind of magic weapon is this?
"Of course, if you don't believe me, just take it and use it. I don't care who has the sword, as long as I can make him appear on the battlefield where Taiping Dao and Wuzhuang Temple are fighting, and someone uses it to kill people indiscriminately." Zhang Chen saw that Xiu Liu was unwilling, and said with a smile.

"I want to give it a try and am willing to share your worries. At worst, I can abandon this body, take over the bodies of the soldiers in the human camp, and then enter the battlefield to sacrifice the sword for you." Xiu Liu knelt on the ground with a determined look in his eyes.

Zhang Chen nodded and inserted the precious sword in front of Xiu Liu: "You practice Blood God Son, and this precious sword comes from the same source as you. When you kill a strong man, the precious sword will take away the opponent's blood essence and use it to feed you. If you are not afraid of becoming a puppet of the Blood God Sword, just take the precious sword to the battlefield."

After saying this, Zhang Chen turned into a drop of water and seeped into the ground and left, leaving Xiu Liu standing on the battlefield, staring at the sword in his hand with burning eyes.

As for the backlash of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword that turned him into a puppet?
He believed that Zhang Chen would definitely find a way to save himself.

Xiu Liu went down the mountain, while Zhang Chen continued to stay in the mountain to practice, staying in the Wuzhuang Temple to comprehend the Five Elements Escape Technique, while also looking for the secret method of practicing to the next level of immortality.

Unfortunately, the Grand Master of Longevity was talking about the great way of earth veins. After listening to it, Zhang Chen felt that it did not match his own way of practicing Qigong.

"Could it be that I am practicing another path?" Zhang Chen thought to himself.

As the war broke out at the foot of the mountain, Zhang Chen's crystal core also began to vibrate. Blood-red spring water began to flow out of the eleventh-grade lotus crazily, and the flow rate was more than ten times faster than before. Zhang Chen was terrified, and at the same time, he had an inexplicable realization in his heart: "In my blood-colored crystal core, flowing is the origin of the sea of ​​blood, which has the ability to gather the blood of all living beings in the world. As long as there is a war in the world, my sea of ​​blood will collect the essence of the blood of all living beings after they die, and make it part of the sea of ​​blood."

The battle at the foot of the mountain was intense. In the first year, Zhang Chen's sea of ​​blood had already replenished the previous consumption. Even the cracks on Zhang Chen's crystal core had been gradually repaired at this time.

In the second year, more disciples came down the mountain, and Zhang Chen's sea of ​​blood began to expand.

The lotus flowers blooming in the sea of ​​blood were bright and beautiful. The lotus pond was even bigger, with several ninth-grade lotus flowers blooming and emitting a refreshing fragrance.

The third year

The waves in the sea of ​​blood were rolling. On Zhang Chen's eleventh-grade blood-red lotus platform, a lotus seed was formed and turned into a blood fountain, gushing out more blood.

In the fourth year, half of the disciples in Wuzhuang Temple were gone, and the whole mountain became deserted. Even the founder stopped preaching and went into seclusion.

Zhang Chen looked at the more blood-red lotuses blooming in the sea of ​​blood, his eyes filled with solemnity: "How many lives must have died down there!"

(End of this chapter)