Kind of Immortals

Chapter 296 Blood Island in the Clouds

Qinglong was flying high in the sky, but it seemed to be bound in the huge red cloud space, but he couldn't break free no matter what.

It roared up to the sky, wanting to compare itself with the sky.

The powerful momentum was deafening, and pairs of eyes stared at the illusory green dragon. Suddenly, the green dragon opened its mouth wide, and golden flames flew into the sky, forcefully piercing the red flowing cloud through a big bloody hole.

Qing Lin and You Ruo glanced at each other, then galloped away.

The blood flow cloud turned into wisps of red smoke covering half of the sky, and finally fell densely like blood rain, reflecting the nearby sea area blood red.

When the original appearance was gradually revealed above the sky, a blood-colored light and shadow flashed and rushed towards the ground.

Everyone was startled and dodged one after another.

When the light and shadow gradually became clear, it turned out to be a blood-colored sharp sword with a green dragon hovering above it, and the sword body shone with golden light.

"The Azure Dragon Sword turned out to be Qing..."

I don't know which disciple of the sect recognized the sword at a glance, but the sound of shock was too late to finish, but was shot through the body by the lightsaber.

Although the blood sword was unmanned, it opened its own way. Wherever it passed, there was a bloody wind, screams, panic, and instantly dyed the island blood red.

Some hidden powers finally couldn't stand the cruel torture, and they stepped into the air one after another, turning into a beam of light and shadow, following the blood sword through the world and the crowd.

"Hahahaha... This reborn Azure Dragon Sword is more powerful than before. If the sword maker is still alive, I'm afraid he will feel inferior."

Loud laughter echoed in all directions, shaking people's ears.

Qing Lin and You Ruo flew forward, but at a glance they recognized that the speaker was the missing Lord Shenlu, but the Drunken Immortal was not by his side.

Qinglin frowned, although he didn't know what happened that day, but God Stove gave him the feeling that he deliberately showed the Qinglin sword in front of everyone, the purpose was to make himself the number one sword maker.

"what……"

Following several screams, several figures fell directly from the sky, their bodies distorted and deformed, and they were even smaller than before.

Before everyone had time to figure out what happened, there was another scream of horror.

"Let me come, the sword I sacrificed is naturally only I can surrender." Lord Shenlu was so arrogant that he flew up and grabbed the Qinglong sword.

Qinglin stood under the void, his eyes were sharp, maybe at this moment he realized that this Lord Shenlu not only wanted to be famous, but also wanted to occupy the Qinglong Sword.

The Qinglong Sword let out bursts of contention, galloping wildly between the heaven and the earth, while Lord Shenlu tightly gripped the hilt of the sword, and actually shuttled across the island with the Qinglong Sword, starting endless killings.

Lord Shenlu wanted to control the Qinglong Sword, but the Qinglongjian wanted to break free from the shackles. When the two stalemate, they saw the blood on the sword profusely, and rushed to the sky with a "swish" sound of the furious sword.

The Azure Dragon Sword flew freely in the sky, circled twice but turned back.

Lord Shenlu closely pursued the Qinglong Sword, his originally cold and stern face became more joyful as the distance between him and the Qinglong Sword gradually narrowed. He stretched out his hand, wanting to control the sword again, but unexpectedly, the sword let out blood, and turned towards him fiercely. Stab hard.

The sword entered his stomach, but Shenlu Gong grasped the sword tightly, his hands were instantly stained red with blood, and he forcefully pulled it out of his body.

With a sound of "嗖", the Azure Dragon Sword pierced through the air again, trying to escape away like an arrow off the string.

The water and the sky line, the mist is misty, and the white clouds surrounding the island are bloody and red.

Just at this moment, both hands tightly grasped the hilt, and the Azure Dragon Sword made a trembling sound, and the bloody light spread out amidst the struggle.

Qinglin held the Qinglong sword in his hand, and the surging blood energy seemed to flow through his whole body, causing his blood vessels to expand rapidly, and finally the two seemed to unite with one another.

Although the bloody light of Qinglong Sword still lingers, it is like a sleeping child in Qinglin's palm, quiet and well-behaved.

"It's him! It's the young man who was devoured by the fire of the gods. He is indeed still alive, and he has surrendered the Azure Dragon Sword again."

The shocking voice seemed to pierce everyone's eardrums, making people tremble in their hearts.

They are not people who are afraid of speaking, but they have not recovered from the divine power of the Azure Dragon Sword, and now they see the "resurrection of the dead", it is not scary to think about it.

Qinglin inhaled casually, but saw a big cauldron on the ground trembling violently, and then, the scabbard rushed out of the big cauldron, and merged with Qinglong sword into one.

The sword light was covered, and the whole island became much calmer.

Qinglin's feet landed on the ground without a sound, only his clothes fluttering and hair flying.

Lord Shenlu's hands were stained with blood. Although the blood vessels in his abdomen had been blocked, fresh blood still flowed out. His entire face looked pale, and his body was even weaker.

The moment he raised his head, he met Shang Qinglin's cold eyes.

"It's Master." Xiao Chuan ran forward happily, his face full of joy, as if he hadn't been infected by the bloody scene before.

Qinglin glared at him, and said with some displeasure: "Your account will be settled with you later."

Xiao Chuan blinked a few times, put on a scared expression, and looked at You Ruo pitifully: "Master, don't I want to show respect to Master, I didn't make any mistakes."

"Hmph! You should take good care of me. People before and after call me Shi Niang, so that everyone knows it. How can I see people in the future?" You Ruo's face was sullen, and she was also unhappy.

Xiao Chuan chuckled, and quickly distanced himself from the two, looking very funny.

"Hehe." Seeing Qinglin's solemn expression, Lord Shenlu smiled lightly, and said with some self-deprecation: "I thought that by feeding it with my own blood every day, I could develop a relationship with it, at least when the sword is completed, I won't be hurt." Backlash, but I didn't expect this sword to be so ruthless, I was constantly infiltrated by evil spirits, and finally lost myself."

Qinglin looked at Lord Shenlu but didn't know what to say. It wasn't that the sword was ruthless, but that the sword itself had spirituality. The combination of Qinglong's unruliness and dagger's bloodiness made the Qinglong Sword's violence far beyond people's imagination.

"If you don't have selfish intentions, you won't reap the consequences." Qing Lin remained expressionless, and his tone was still stern.

Soon, He Heng rushed over, looked at the seriously injured Lord Shenlu, but showed worry on his face: "Sir, I will bandage the wound for you first, and I will talk about it later if there is anything to do."

Lord Shenlu shook his head, he untied a small bundle from his back and handed it to He Heng, and said with a faint smile, "This is your thing."

He Heng's expression changed, and he slowly opened the thing wrapped in a piece of gray cloth, only to see a flute with a faint yellow light in front of everyone, the natural woody fragrance lingered in the nostrils, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The wooden flute is very delicate, polished even more brightly, and the outside is plated with a layer of golden yellow, which looks like gold but is not gold, but it is very eye-catching.

"This……"

Seeing He Heng's suspicious face, Shenlu Gong explained with a smile: "Thousand-year-old golden silk wood is rare, but pure golden silk wood can't exert its original power. It has increased its power several times."

"Thank you, sir." He Heng's face was filled with joy, and he couldn't hide his excitement: "Although this quicksand gold is not difficult to find, it is very difficult to integrate it into this golden silk wood. I am afraid that only the gentleman in this world can master the heat."

Lord Shenlu said calmly, "I'm not doing it for you, I'm just doing it for my own reputation."

He Heng didn't care about the purpose of Lord Shenlu, but he did help him, so his gratitude remained unchanged.

Seeing that Lord Shenlu's body was getting weaker and weaker, and his whole face was frighteningly pale, You Ruo quickly took out a few pills from his bosom and handed them over.

"It's already too late." Lord Shenlu stretched out his hand to decline, directly rejecting You Ruo's kindness, not knowing where the word "late" came from.

"Brother Qinglin, can you do me a favor?" Shenlu Gong seemed to have something to say, but he was a little embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)