Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Under the moonlight, the Xuanhu Army, having eaten and drunk their fill, supervised the Red Turban Army as they cleaned up the battlefield.

Six large pits were dug into the Gale Plains, where the bodies of 60,000 Red Turban Army soldiers were buried. If these bodies were not dealt with, they would cause plagues and other infectious diseases, posing a great threat.

Zheng Qian sat alone in his tent, with Wu Yuxiao standing outside as his guard. No one was allowed to enter without Zheng Qian's order.

Inside the tent, Zheng Qian sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, looking at the red light screen in his mind.

Above the light screen, ten large, dark red characters appeared to be dripping blood.

Gathering the power of all beings' thoughts, he unleashed the Heaven-Slaying Technique.

Previously, the light screen had the "Devouring Heaven Technique" mental cultivation method below the cross, as well as the supernatural power: Lock, and then a hundred transparent particles.

Now the light screen has changed; the methods for cultivating inner strength and supernatural powers have disappeared, replaced by sword techniques.

As spiritual energy begins to gather, the sword is drawn towards the mortal realm: the first sword—the Blood Drinking Sword.

Once this sword is drawn, its aura is like blood, and wherever it passes, the enemy's life force is extinguished...

After reading the training methods and introductions of the sword techniques, Zheng Qian was deeply shaken.

This is a demonic art; every move contains endless slaughter and destruction.

First move: Boundless Sea of ​​Blood. Wherever the sword tip points, sword energy and blood energy surge like ocean waves, capable of devouring the enemy's fighting spirit and life force. Under the shroud of Boundless Sea of ​​Blood, the enemy is as if they are in an endless sea of ​​blood, with nowhere to escape and no way to resist this apocalyptic power.

The second move, "Blood-Drinking Soul-Severing," pushes the sword's power to its extreme, making it even more cruel and ruthless. The enemy's blood can be drawn to the sword, and their life force is drained away along with it.

The third move, Blood Sacrifice to the Heavens, pushes the sword's power to its peak, completely disregarding the life of heaven and earth. This move actually uses the user as a medium to sacrifice the enemy.

Clang.

Zheng Qian drew his heavy sword, Guardian of the Heart, and gently stroked its blade. He loved using heavy swords, and Guardian of the Heart was his most reliable companion; he rarely used short swords these days.

After several major battles, the blade of the heavy sword guarding the heart has many nicks and chips. A large part of these chips and chips were left from the massacre of the Red Turban Army, after all, there were many experts in the Blood Refining Realm among them.

"Brother, when we meet Jin Jindao, I'll have him repair your body." Zheng Qian whispered. The Heavy Sword Guardian of the Heart was forged from deep-sea refined iron left by Jin Jindao's father. It was the toughest forging material in Wuyan Kingdom. For an unprofessional person, let alone repairing it, it would be difficult to even leave a nick in it.

Taking a deep breath, Zheng Qian walked out of the tent and came to the place where the battle had taken place, where he stuck the tip of his sword into the ground.

The land here has long been stained red with blood. Zheng Qian wants to test the second move of the Blood Drinking Sword: Blood Drinking and Soul Severing.

The "Devouring Heaven Technique" mental cultivation method was activated within the body, followed by the cultivation method of drinking blood and severing the soul.

Zheng Qian had not yet formally begun his cultivation; this was merely a trial. As his blood surged, the heavy sword Guardian of the Heart began to tremble. The blood on the ground seemed to respond to Zheng Qian's call, becoming active and slowly flowing towards the sword tip.

More and more blood gathered, forming a pool of blood. The blood inside seemed to have been refined into essence, forming wisps of blood energy, but Zheng Qian could not absorb it through the heavy sword guarding his heart.

Zheng Qian increased the speed of blood circulation within his body again, but the heavy sword guarding his heart began to tremble, unable to absorb even a trace of blood energy.

As Zheng Qian increased his strength, the heavy sword guarding the heart trembled more and more violently.

bang...

With a deafening roar, the heavy sword Guardian of the Heart was blasted into pieces.

Zheng Qian stared blankly at the sword fragments flying in all directions. How could they be so powerful?

"Fate brings us together and fate separates us. Since you have exploded here, then bury yourself here and suppress the souls of the 60,000 Red Turban Army soldiers who perished."

Zheng Qian muttered to himself, though he felt reluctant, there was nothing he could do.

The heavy sword shattered, proving it was no longer suitable for him; he needed to find a better sword.

A night wind swept in, carrying with it the deadly smell of blood. Zheng Qian looked up at the moonlight, and Jiang Siting's face appeared in his mind.

Oh no, I actually thought of her.

Zheng Qian never thought about spending his life with anyone, after all, he belonged to everyone and wanted to spend his life with everyone.

We shouldn't give up an entire forest for the sake of one tree.

Thinking of Jiang Siting, Zheng Qian remembered the ring on his hand, which Ya Lan had given him. He had never been able to open it, and now he suddenly wanted to try using his spiritual energy.

When Zheng Qian infused his spiritual energy into the ring on his finger, a mysterious power instantly surged into his body. He felt as if his soul was being drawn by a powerful force into a strange space.

Inside the ring, the space, the size of a football field, carries a sense of vicissitudes from ancient times to the present. The vast space contains only one thing.

The sword, an incomparably sharp sword.

Zheng Qian's gaze was instantly drawn to it. The heavy sword guarding his heart had just exploded when a precious sword appeared.

Ya Lan is a master who can fly and can kill 100,000 guards in one move. Anything she throws out must be a treasure.

With a thought, the sword appeared in Zheng Qian's hand.

Clang...

As soon as it appeared, the sword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, creating a large crater.

Zheng Qian stared in disbelief at the precious sword in the pit. When he broke through to the Spirit Fusion Realm, he had a strength of 20,000 jin, and after killing 20,000 Red Turban Army soldiers, his strength exceeded 40,000 jin. His strength in one hand was at least 30,000 jin, yet he couldn't even hold onto this precious sword.

Squatting down, Zheng Qian suppressed his excitement, gripped the sword with both hands, and struggled to lift it up.

Dragon Scale Void-Piercing Sword.

The five large characters are vividly engraved on the sword, as if they possess a magical power that can draw away a person's soul.

After only a few seconds, Zheng Qian felt dizzy and his hands felt a heavy weight, so he had to put the sword down to relieve the pressure.

Conservatively estimated, this sword weighs at least 38,000 jin (approximately 14,500 kg).

Ancient and mysterious runes are engraved on the blade, each rune containing a mysterious power.

Zheng Qian took a deep breath and performed a set of "Dazzling Sword Dance". Because the sword was too heavy, he had to use all his blood and spiritual energy.

Whenever the sword flashes, the runes on the sword seem to come alive, releasing astonishing energy.

These runes are not merely decorations; they are the very soul of the sword. They record the sword's history and bear witness to its legend.

It's a pity that Ya Lan didn't leave a brief introduction to the Dragon Scale Void-Breaking Sword, otherwise Zheng Qian would have known its history and legend.

"From now on, you will follow me and create new history and legends."

After Zheng Qian finished speaking, the "Devouring Heaven Technique" mental cultivation method surged, and the second move of the Blood Drinking Sword, the Blood Drinking Soul Severing Technique, was activated.

As if summoned by the Blood Lord, the blood on the ground joyfully converged towards the Dragon Scale Void-Breaking Sword. When the blood reached the tip of the sword, it instantly turned into mixed water and fell to the ground. As more blood gathered, the ground became a puddle. A wisp of blood energy, too fine to be seen with the naked eye, flowed upstream along the sword and entered Zheng Qian's body.

hum...

Zheng Qian felt a jolt in his body, as if he were resonating with some kind of mysterious energy, and his blood and spiritual energy actually became stronger.

Although this trace of blood energy was extremely weak, Zheng Qian could definitely sense it.

Demonic arts and demonic swords—aren't they destined to become the public enemy of righteous people?

Zheng Qian was so excited that he couldn't help but roar.

"The entire army marched thirty li to prepare to attack Yancheng."