My Optimized Immortal Life

Pingxiang Mansion.

After Chen Qing retreated, the battle between good and evil stopped, but the cultivators on both sides did not leave. Everyone watched the three Yuanying True Lords enter the abyss in silence, their hearts filled with helplessness and resentment.

They have put in all their efforts and fought for their lives, all just to lure out the Taoist artifacts hidden here and help their respective Nascent Soul Masters. The feeling is indescribable.

Just when everyone was deeply confused and their faith in the Tao was almost obscured, something strange happened.

Countless blood veins spread out from the abyss, constantly absorbing the essence and blood of the fallen monks in the surrounding area. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth also surged along with it, pouring into the abyss, causing some mysterious changes in it.

A moment later, a broken sword glowing with seven colors rose from the abyss. Its whole body was covered with colorful spiritual light, and countless patterns of weapons were faintly visible, all over the sword body. The vigorous momentum far exceeded that of the three Yuanying Zhenjun who showed their figures before. It surged out like a falling galaxy and the reversal of heaven and earth, making the cultivators below the foundation building stage who were watching nearby feel as if they fell into the abyss, their magic power stagnated, and all their cultivation seemed to be dissipated.

Feeling this power, all the monks present were horrified and pale.

This is the power of Taoist weapons.

At this time, three Yuanying True Lords appeared. They stood beside the broken sword and surrounded it. When the broken sword showed its power, they also looked solemn. The vast Yuanying magic power surged out, covering the sky. Countless array patterns appeared from the void. Under their control, they enveloped the colorful broken sword, isolating the earth-shaking momentum. Afterwards, the magic array showed spiritual light, as if to refine the dagger.

At the same time, the essence, blood, and spiritual energy that were absorbed followed the array patterns and gradually invaded the broken sword, causing the broken sword to tremble slightly, and the pure and innocent spirituality within it seemed to be tainted by blood.

Seeing this scene, the many cultivators present could no longer understand that they were having a decisive battle here just to make it easier for the three True Lords to draw blood and energy to refine and corrode the broken sword.

The so-called battle between good and evil was actually to obtain a broken sword. If this news spread to the entire Song Dynasty, it would definitely cause an uproar.

No one could have imagined that the battle between good and evil that was enough to shake the entire Song Dynasty's cultivation world, and even the invasion of the demonic sect, was all caused by a broken sword.

While everyone was astonished, their eyes were still fixed on the three True Lords and the broken sword, wanting to see if the three could successfully refine the broken sword.

And above the abyss, although three Yuanying Zhenjun took action, set up a magic circle with their omnipotent magic power, and relied on the essence and blood of countless cultivators and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, it was still difficult for them to refine the broken sword.

The broken sword made a slight sound, and the colorful spiritual light on it suddenly surged. A power that surpassed that of a Nascent Soul was revealed from the sword, making the formation patterns covering the broken sword become empty and about to be wiped out.

Upon seeing this, the three Nascent Soul True Lords unleashed their Nascent Soul magic power to fill in the array patterns and at the same time attracted blood and energy, using the cultivators' essence and blood to suppress the spirituality of the Broken Sword, preventing it from displaying its power so easily.

The two sides were fighting like a tug-of-war, back and forth. The broken sword was a Taoist weapon and was full of spirituality. If the sword body had not been broken and the sword spirit had not been destroyed, leaving only the spirituality, and if it had not been buried here for who knows how long, the spirituality would have diminished. Otherwise, three people alone, even with the help of magic arrays and blood, would definitely not be able to suppress it.

Time passed slowly, and above the abyss, the three Yuanying True Lords were still mobilizing their profound Yuanying magic power, trying to refine this colorful broken sword.

Although the broken sword is a Taoist weapon, it is already in tatters, the sword spirit no longer exists, and the patterns on it have been worn away by the passage of time. Its power is difficult to maintain. Now it is suppressed by the three True Lords and is ultimately powerless.

In the magic circle, wisps of blood and energy finally broke through the broken sword's own blockade, passed through the colorful spiritual light, climbed onto the sword body, and invaded it.

Upon seeing this, the three Yuanying True Lords all showed joy on their faces. Regardless of their increasingly pale complexions, their Yuanying magic power surged again, making the array pattern even more brilliant, connecting to the local veins, and drawing in the blood and spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

However, just as the refining was getting on track, the blood and energy flowing into the formation was gradually decreasing.

Upon seeing this, the three Yuanying True Lords shifted their gaze and looked at the Jindan cultivators who were staying there.

Among them, the Red Blood Demon Lord laughed.

"My fellow Daoists, the refining process has reached a critical juncture. Why don't you all lend a hand and help the three of us refine this broken sword? I will definitely reward you later."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the cultivators felt something was wrong and wanted to retreat. But before they could move, they saw the Red Blood Demon Lord open his hand, and the magic power of his Nascent Soul surged, turning into a sea of ​​blood that covered the sky and the earth.

Several cultivators were unable to dodge and were wrapped in the sea of ​​blood. After a scream, their whole bodies were melted by the sea of ​​blood, turning into surging blood energy and injected into the formation.

"This plan has lasted for a hundred years. How can it fail at this moment?"

True Lord Tianyuan shook his head, and a black cauldron rose in his hand, swelled up in the wind, and turned into a black light, suppressing several Jindan cultivators and carrying them to the front of the formation, and was transformed into extremely pure blood energy by the sea of ​​blood.

On the other side, the Phantom Demon Lord did not reveal his methods, but maintained the operation of the formation.

The two Yuanying True Lords used their methods to transform all the Jindan cultivators present into blood and energy to refine the broken sword. Regardless of whether they were Jindan cultivators from the righteous or evil sides, they naturally did not want their cultivation to be turned into food for others. When the Red Blood Demon Lord made his move, they had already used their methods and fled in all directions.

At this time, the three True Lords were all in the formation. They had to maintain the stability of the formation and suppress the broken sword, so they could not take action at will. Therefore, they let most of the Jindan cultivators escape. However, in addition to these Jindan cultivators, there were hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators on the entire battlefield.

Although they saw these Jindan cultivators fleeing in all directions and knew that the three True Lords wanted to sacrifice them and refine their blood and qi, their escape speed was no match for the Jindan cultivators. Before they could escape a mile, they were caught up by the sea of ​​blood and the black cauldron. Every time the sea of ​​blood swallowed and spit out, and the black cauldron suppressed them, dozens of foundation-building cultivators' bodies melted and turned into blood and qi.

With the blood and energy of several Jindan cultivators and hundreds of foundation-building cultivators integrated into the formation, the process of refining the broken sword was finally able to continue.

As the blood penetrated deeper, the colorful light on the broken sword gradually became stained with blood.

This is a sign that it is gradually being refined.

After several hours, Tian Yuan Zhen Jun looked at his magic power which could not be further improved no matter how much he integrated it into his blood and energy, and said helplessly.

"It's indeed a Dao weapon. Even though it's broken to this extent, it's beyond our ability to fully refine it. We can only barely manipulate it."

Upon hearing this, Lord Phantom Demon smiled.

"No problem. This level is enough to open the cave in Luo Yun Mansion."

The Red Blood Demon Lord spoke.

"Tian Yuan, this weapon is not something you can possess alone, don't make mistakes."

Upon hearing this, True Lord Tianyuan snorted coldly.

"Of course I know it, and I don't need you to teach me."

After some discussion, the three decided to leave the broken sword here first. After it has recovered tomorrow, they would take it to Luo Yun Mansion and unlock the magic formation of the cave.