The First Tyrant of Daxia

Chapter 4681 Scepter

Qin Yun knew very well that the colorful scales contained extremely terrifying energy and spiritual power.

Every time one obtains the seven-colored scales, a huge price is paid, especially the one from the Phosphorus Fire Sect, which was taken out from thousands of corpses. It is reasonable that Mai Qilin cannot touch it.

The arrow was on the string and had to be shot. Qin Yun had no choice but to trust Mai Huanmie and gave him a firm look.

Mai Huanmie let out a long sigh and said seriously, "Qin Yun, these three colorful scales are themselves a sacred artifact. To fuse them, you need external help. This is the rule set by Shengyuan Sect. I've already chosen the person for you."

As he spoke, a powerful figure from the Illusion Sect stepped forward, bowed, and said, "I am willing to sacrifice even my life to fuse the seven-colored scales!"

Qin Yun frowned slightly when he heard this, and asked in confusion, "What does he mean by this?"

Mai Huanmie didn't hide anything and said bluntly, "To be honest, Qin Yun, this is the rule established by Shengyuan Sect. If you want to fuse the seven-colored scales to form a killing weapon, the only way is to sacrifice a living person as a carrier. Once the killing weapon is successfully fused, the person's consciousness and vitality will be completely dissipated."

This method was extremely cruel, but from the look in Mai Huanmie's eyes, Qin Yun could tell that he was not lying.

After a brief silence, Qin Yun nodded and said, "Let us begin. I really need this sharp weapon to help me eliminate the obstacles from the Western sects and to build a foundation for my conquest of the Shengyuan Sect."

Mai Huanmie nodded: "Okay, use spiritual energy to transfer the seven-colored scales and completely inject them into the body of the living sacrifice!"

Without any hesitation, Qin Yun took out the colorful scales according to Mai Huanmie's instructions, then sent out his own energy and spiritual power, established a connection with the colorful scales, and looked at the living person being sacrificed.

Their eyes met, and the other party nodded firmly, ready to sacrifice himself for the sect.

Qin Yun calmed his mind and concentrated all his energy and spiritual power, instantly pouring it into the body of the living person being sacrificed. The powerful energy and spiritual power made the other party's face instantly hideous, and his internal organs felt a piercing pain.

As the colorful scales gradually solidified, the broken gaps miraculously began to heal.

Qin Yun stared closely at the changes in the colorful scales, watching him absorb the spiritual vitality of the sacrificial living person until nothing was left.

The colorful scales were also being refined at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually changing, until they grew wildly into a scepter-like weapon.

"Ah!" The wailing sounds of sacrificing living people filled the entire Disillusionment Sect.

Everyone was worried about this, but what everyone cared about was whether the colorful scales could be successfully integrated. As for the life or death of the living person being sacrificed, no one cared at all. Even Qin Yun was staring at the colorful scales with a nervous mood.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly. After half an incense stick of time, the killing weapon had taken shape.

On the other hand, when sacrificing a living person, all his essence and blood have been drained away, leaving only a skeleton. Despite this, he still has to be continuously supplied with spiritual vitality, and even the value of this last skeleton must be squeezed out.

As time passed, the shape of the holy weapon was fully revealed. It was a scepter with three colorful scales on top and a heavy handle at the bottom, which contained terrifying energy and spiritual power.

All these processes did not end with the appearance of the killing weapon. The bones were ground into powder and scattered all over the place.

When the spiritual vitality of the sacrificial living person completely dissipated, the colorful scale scepter that symbolized the hundred-year balance of power in the Baisha Realm was finally able to complete the fusion.

Qin Yun walked forward slowly and grasped the colorful scale scepter tightly in his hand. Behind him, there was a commotion from the bones of the living people being sacrificed and turned into powder.

Sensing this terrifying energy and spiritual power, Qin Yun felt as if there was a strange driving force that kept wandering around his body until it completely merged with it.

Qin Yun was slightly surprised by this scene. He looked at Mai Huanmie and asked curiously, "If we calculate the holy weapon fused with these seven-colored scales according to the Saint Realm's grade, can it surpass the highest limit of the Baisha Realm?"

Upon hearing this, Mai Huanmie fell silent for a moment before speaking in a deep voice, "Qin Yun, Baisha Domain's Saint Rank Three is already the pinnacle, but this scepter fused with seven-colored scales is a full-fledged Saint Rank Five! While it's said to be a powerful killing weapon, the fact that Shengyuan Sect can rely on three seven-colored scales to control the entire Baisha Domain is clearly not something a powerful being can decide."

Holy Fifth Grade! When Qin Yun heard these words, he was even more delighted with the colorful scale scepter in front of him.

You should know that in the Baisha Realm, the third-grade Saint rank encompasses most techniques, magical weapons, and even great Daos that have been tested through thousands of years of history. The fourth-grade Saint rank can be counted on one hand. However, the seven-colored scale scepter before him was a full fifth-grade Saint rank. Even beyond the Baisha Realm, it was probably a rare sacred artifact in the entire Saint Realm.

Qin Yun didn't intend to linger any longer and said bluntly, "Since the seven-colored scales have already fused, it means that the Shengyuan Sect has already noticed something. I must wipe out the Chenqi Sect and the Yinyun Sect before that happens."

The leader of the Huanmie Sect, along with the elders and powerful men, all nodded, hoping that Qin Yun could completely avenge this ancient grudge.

However, when Qin Yun walked out of the Illusion Sect holding the colorful scale scepter, he deliberately left this mysterious energy and spiritual power in front of the Illusion Sect's gate, just to attract the attention of the Shengyuan Sect.

After everything that happened last night, Qin Yun returned to the Huanmie Sect and returned the token that Mai Huanmie had taught him.

"Dealing with the Shengyuan Sect is not an easy task. In comparison, I am more familiar with the soldiers of Daxia. As for the disciples of the Huanmie Sect, I don't plan to take them to the front line." After leaving the token, Qin Yun left the Huanmie Sect without looking back and headed towards the western sect group.

Mai Huanmie looked at the token and had a foreboding feeling. "Qin Yun's sudden return of the token shows his confidence in the Daxia soldiers, but... is that really all? It's clear that one more person means one more force."

Mai Qilin frowned, also puzzled by Qin Yun's behavior. This was the sincerity that the Huanmie Sect gave to the Daxia Empire, and it was also the condition proposed when they decided to form an alliance.

Returning the token would obviously do more harm than good to the Illusion Sect, but it was a pity that there was no chance to ask in person now.

Qin Yun rushed towards the western sects, muttering to himself, "Don't blame me. Great undertakings always require sacrifice. I'll leave these disciples to you to deal with the people of Shengyuan Sect."

At the same time, the moment the seven-colored scale holy artifact merged, Sheng Yuanzong's eagle-like sharp eyes suddenly opened.

Accompanying it is more light, and each light represents a strong person in charge.