Chapter 255 Blood-Transforming Divine Sword
The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword is an extremely powerful spiritual weapon that can be used with extremely fast speed.

The flash of the knife was like a flash of lightning, so fast that it was hard to grasp.

In a battle of equal strength, it can cut through the opponent in an instant, making it hard to defend. Even a master of the Chan Sect like Huang Tianhua could not dodge and could only resist with the sword in his hand, which shows how amazing its speed is.

This treasure is not only extremely sharp, but also contains a deadly poison.

Once it touches the opponent's spiritual weapons or spiritual treasures, it will be able to pollute the spirituality in them, weakening the spirituality of these treasures, greatly reducing their power, or even causing them to decay directly.

If it manages to injure the opponent, its poison will quickly penetrate into the opponent's body, suck out the blood, and kill the opponent instantly.

What makes the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword even more terrifying is that it can not only harm the opponent's body, but also his soul.

This means that even a cultivator with a high level of cultivation would find it difficult to withstand its fatal blow.

Once the soul is damaged, even if the physical body is not dead, it will be difficult to escape.

The power of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword is incomparable to that of ordinary weapons.

In the ancient world, a powerful treasure is enough to change the situation of the battle and help the weaker side to turn the tide.

And a BUG-level magical weapon like the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword is even more effective. If Yu Hua's Taoism was more advanced, even the Daluo Jinxian would find it difficult to completely resist the sharpness of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword.

However, the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword is no ordinary item. It was forged by the Yiqi Immortal Yu Yuan after years of forging in an alchemy furnace with the Samadhi True Fire. Its materials and production process are extremely mysterious and difficult.

This also makes this sword extremely rare. It is the unique weapon of Yiqixian Yu Yuan, and it is feared by everyone.

Huang Tianhua stood like a pine tree in the center of the battlefield, holding tightly in his hand the Moye sword, an ancient divine weapon. Its cold light reflected his resolute and unyielding face.

However, at this moment, he discovered that an ominous aura was quietly invading.

I saw a strange blood stain quietly appearing on the Moye sword, spreading silently like a poisonous snake in the dark night.

The blood seemed to be born from nothingness, and seemed to carry a thousand years of resentment. It flowed slowly along the edge of the sword, quickly eroding the spirituality of the sword, making its light dim, as if its soul had been sucked away.

Huang Tianhua's heart shuddered. He felt that the subtle connection between himself and the sword was being ruthlessly severed.

The blood not only corroded the sword body, but also climbed along the hilt like a living thing and spread to his arm that was holding the hilt tightly.

A piercing chill rushed from the palm of his hand straight to his forehead. Huang Tianhua's face suddenly changed, and a trace of fear and panic flashed in his eyes.

He knew very well that once the blood stains invaded his body, the consequences would be disastrous.

So he gritted his teeth, suppressed the pain in his heart, and threw the Moye sword that had accompanied him for many years far away.

The sword blade sliced ​​through the air, making a series of wailing sounds, and finally fell into the dust in the distance. The sword blade was now covered in rust and blood, no longer as glorious as it once was.

Although Huang Tianhua's movements were fast, Yu Hua was even faster.

This fierce general in the enemy army was as agile as a leopard, with a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes.

When he saw Huang Tianhua throw away his sword, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the blood-red long sword in his hand was swung out instantly, turning into an unparalleled sharp sword light, cutting through the sky and going straight to Huang Tianhua's vitals.

The knife light was eerily red, as if it could swallow up all the light around it, and it rushed towards Huang Tianhua with an irresistible force.

Huang Tianhua was horrified, but he knew that he couldn't think too much at this moment. He retreated quickly and grabbed the eight-edged hammer at his waist. It was his last resort.

The hammer body is exquisitely carved, and each edge contains powerful power. Normally, this hammer in his hand can break all laws and slay demons.

However, when the bloody knife light approached, Huang Tianhua swung his hammer to meet it, but he saw that the surface of the hammer was also lightly touched by the blood light, and it seemed to be corroded, its spirituality was greatly reduced, and the light was dim, as if it had lost its life.

Huang Tianhua's heart sank. He did not dare to delay in the slightest and hurriedly threw away the eight-edged hammer that was almost scrap metal. He was extremely anxious and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

The air around seemed to freeze, and every second was so long that it was suffocating.

Huang Tianhua's eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, looking for a possible opportunity to escape, but his every attempt was thwarted by Yu Hua's attack that followed him like a shadow.

At this critical moment of life and death, Huang Tianhua deeply felt the horror of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword.

In terms of lethality, the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword is almost unbeatable at the same level. The speed and swiftness of the sword are also its strengths.

In battle, it can cut through space at an astonishing speed, quickly approach the enemy, and launch a fatal blow in an instant. This speed and agility make it difficult for the enemy to grasp and dodge, thus increasing the lethality of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword.

There's no way to hide!
And the most crucial point is that the deadly poison attached to this Blood-Transforming Divine Sword is the nemesis of all spiritual weapons and spiritual treasures.

Any spiritual weapon or spiritual treasure that is hit will be contaminated by blood, polluting its spirituality, and turning from a treasure possessing all kinds of magical powers into a mundane object.

In front of the Xiqi army, Huang Feihu rode on the colorless divine bull, his eyes fixed on the battlefield ahead.

At this moment, the anxiety on his face was hard to conceal, his brows were furrowed, and his fists were clenched together.

Huang Feihu turned around abruptly and looked anxiously at Shen Gongbao standing beside him. He saw that the other party had a calm face and his eyes revealed a kind of indifference that transcended the world, as if everything was under his control.

"The situation in Tianhua is critical, and the blood knife is quite strange. I wonder if the Prime Minister has any way to defeat the enemy?" There was a tremor in Huang Feihu's voice, and his anxiety was evident in his words.

Shen Gongbao smiled slightly and said calmly: "General Huang, I know you are anxious, but you don't have to be so anxious.

If Huang Tianhua were in danger, how could my Senior Brother Qingxu just sit there and do nothing? Don't worry, he would definitely help. "

Huang Feihu felt a little relieved when he heard this.

He knew that the senior brother Qingxu mentioned by Shen Gongbao was one of the Twelve Golden Immortals in the Chan Sect - Qingxu Daode Zhenjun.

This Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect was the master of his son Huang Tianhua. He treated Tianhua as his own son and showed great care for him. When Huang Tianhua went down the mountain, he gave him many magical treasures to protect him.

Thinking of this, Huang Feihu seemed to see a ray of hope, and the anxiety in his heart was slightly relieved, but the worry in his eyes was still difficult to dispel.

He looked towards the battlefield again, and saw Huang Tianhua's figure appearing and disappearing in the swordplay. Every swing of the sword and every dodge touched his heart.

Huang Feihu clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms, but he was completely unaware.

In the center of the battlefield, Yu Hua looked at Huang Tianhua coldly, and saw that young face was full of panic and helplessness, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He shook his head in disdain and said sarcastically, "Humph, you can tell at first glance that you are a flower from a greenhouse. You have never been tempered by the flames of war on the battlefield. You are just a fledgling eagle growing under the wings of a hawk. How can you be worth mentioning!"

After saying that, he violently swung the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword in his hand, which was flashing with a strange red light, and pointed the blade directly at Huang Tianhua, intending to take his life in one fell swoop.

At this critical moment, a deafening shout rang out like thunder: "Don't hurt my beloved disciple!"

Before he finished speaking, a green banner was seen floating down from the sky. Clouds rose up and a brilliant glow appeared, instantly enveloping Huang Tianhua.

When the light faded, Huang Tianhua's figure was no longer visible, and in his place appeared a Taoist priest with a handsome appearance and otherworldly demeanor. He leisurely rode on a cloud beast shrouded in mist, like a god descending from heaven.

Yu Hua was furious when he saw this. His brows knitted tightly together, and his eyes seemed to be able to spit fire. He asked sternly, "Who on earth are you? How dare you obstruct my actions?"

The Taoist smiled slightly, his eyes revealing endless wisdom and compassion, and he replied softly: "I am a disciple of the Chan Sect, and I am the True Lord Qingxu Daode."

Huang Tianhua's figure appeared behind Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, his voice trembling a little, but more of it was surprise: "Master... I thank you for saving me, otherwise I would have died here."

Upon hearing this, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun turned around and looked at Huang Tianhua.

“Hahahaha… Don’t be afraid. With Master here, no one can hurt you. Go back and rest first.”

After saying this, he waved his hand lightly and sent Huang Tianhua back to the front of the Xiqi army.

Seeing this, Yu Hua became even more furious.

He tightly grasped the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, glared at the True Lord of Qingxu Daode, and sneered, "Humph, so what if you are a Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect?

Today, I, Yu Hua, will let you know that my disciples of Jiejiao are not vegetarians either!"

Qingxu Daode Zhenjun shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of regret and pity.

"Yu Hua, there is no hatred between you and me. Why bother to start a war just for a momentary dispute? It is better to put down the butcher knife and surrender. Maybe there is still a way to survive."

However, Yu Hua turned a deaf ear to it. He only knew that the enemy in front of him must be eliminated to prove his strength and loyalty.

So he shouted loudly and swung his sword at Qingxu Daode Zhenjun.

A streak of white light seemed to tear the sky and earth apart.

True Lord Qingxu Daode stood still until the sword light was about to hit his body, then he slapped the strange beast under his crotch, and the Yunxia beast immediately turned into a cloud and flew into the sky, avoiding the sword light.

Yu Hua was not surprised.

The sword strike just now was just an ordinary sword light, and did not use the power of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword. It was meant to test the opponent's level of cultivation.

This test also made him realize that the other party was indeed powerful.

If he didn't have the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, he would not be qualified to stand in front of the other party. But now that he was holding the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword in his hand, there was nothing in his heart that could make him fear and retreat!

He stood proudly in the center of the battlefield, his eyes like torches, flashing with unquestionable arrogance and brutality.

He sneered, his voice filled with disdain and provocation: "Humph, so the disciple is defeated, so the master has to go down in person, trying to support the incompetent person as an elder?
However, even if you, the True Lord Qingxu Daode, come in person, you can’t change anything. Today, I will let you taste the true power of my Blood-Transforming Divine Sword!"

After he finished speaking, Yu Hua's body shook, and it seemed as if countless blood and energy were surging around him, converging on the ancient and strange Blood-Transforming Divine Sword.

A red light suddenly appeared on the blade, as if the gate of hell was quietly opened, releasing a heart-pounding and terrifying aura.

He shouted loudly, and the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword soared into the sky like a dragon, with the power to tear apart space, and slashed towards the True Lord Qingxu Daode.

Qingxu Daode Zhenjun remained calm, with a faint smile on his face, as if he had anticipated the impending attack.

He gently waved the green banner in his hand, and suddenly, clouds and mist surrounded him, and the clouds evaporated, turning into a gorgeous barrier that wrapped him up completely.

The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword slashed down from the air, but only clouds and mist scattered. The figure of the True Lord seemed to have merged into the world, and he cleverly avoided the fatal blow.

However, in the blink of an eye, an accident happened.

Although the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, which contained endless murderous energy, failed to harm Qingxu Daode Zhenjun in the slightest, it did hit the Yunxia Beast under his mount as it passed by.

The Yunxia Beast was originally a spiritual creature between heaven and earth, emitting a faint fluorescence all over its body. However, due to this collision, it actually had a tiny wound on its butt.

At first, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun did not take this minor injury seriously, thinking it was just a minor episode in the battle.

He gently stroked the Yunxia beast, intending to soothe it, but he didn't notice that the wound was quietly invading with blood stains, wreaking havoc in the Yunxia beast's body like a venomous snake. Soon, the Yunxia beast began to become restless, roaring in pain, and rolling on the ground with its huge body, trying to get rid of the strange force that had invaded its body.

When Qingxu Daode Zhenjun saw this, his expression changed slightly. He quickly realized that this was not an ordinary injury, but the unique vicious power of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, which was devouring the blood and soul of the Yunxia Beast.

He hurriedly used his magical powers to try to stop the spread of that power, but it was too late.

Under the gaze of everyone, the body of the Yunxia Beast shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its originally bright fluorescence gradually dimmed.

In the end, this huge spiritual creature turned into a pool of sticky blood, emitting a disgusting stench.

This scene shocked everyone present.

Yu Hua was even more proud. He laughed loudly and said, "Haha, this is the power of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword. Anyone who dares to challenge me will pay a heavy price!"

His laughter echoed in the empty sky, filled with endless arrogance and conceit.

Qingxu Daode Zhenjun looked at the pool of blood, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

He slowly stood up, staring at Yu Hua with a sharp gaze, and said in a low and firm voice: "Yu Hua, you don't know your destiny, you have done something wrong, you deserve to die!"

As he spoke, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun gently shook the Hunyuan Banner in his hand.

Suddenly, flags fluttered and clouds surged, and a brilliant curtain of light spread out from the sky, gently enveloping the entire battlefield.

This banner was originally from Yuanshi Tianzun's cave, and was later given to Daode Zhenjun. This banner is in the shape of an umbrella, with the ribs made of various exotic beasts' leg bones and the umbrella cover covered with phoenix feathers. Yuanshi Tianzun also absorbed the Hunyuan Qi into it, so it was named Hunyuan Banner.

When this banner is unfurled, thousands of rays of light appear, and the energy of the three elements of unity flashes, with the ability to transform decay into something magical.

It is not only a visual feast, but also a display of supernatural powers - shrinking the distance into an inch, allowing him to move freely in this world, like a shadow.

Faced with this sudden change, Yu Hua was not afraid, but instead a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That was the fearlessness he had gained from years of experience on the battlefield.

He brandished the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword in his hand, and the dark red sword light was like lightning in a strong wind, heading straight for the True Lord Qingxu Daode.

However, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun was no ordinary man. He flashed and appeared behind Yu Hua. In his hand, he had a flying electric gun, which was shining coldly, and he wanted to decide the outcome with one move.

Yu Hua is a brave general who has experienced many battles. His combat experience and keen intuition are fully demonstrated at this moment.

Seeing his opponent disappear, he did not panic. Instead, he relied on his instinct and swept his sword across, with the sword light like a dragon, just right to intercept the fatal blow.

However, the difference in their levels of cultivation was far greater than that of a hundred thousand miles, and the Flying Lightning Gun was no ordinary object. The power of thunder contained in it was enough to shake the mountains and rivers even with a slight touch.

When the two forces collided, Yu Hua felt an irresistible force surging, and the whole person was like a kite with a broken string, and was violently blown away.

What was even more shocking was that the flying electric gun seemed to come alive the moment it made contact, and in a flash, it had pierced Yu Hua's left shoulder.

The electric current was like a snake, raging along the wound, instantly turning the piece of flesh and blood into charred black, and a pungent burnt smell filled the air.

Yu Hua curled up into a ball in the air, his face full of disbelief and pain. He underestimated the strength of Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, and did not expect that the flying electric gun would have such terrifying power.

This was not over yet. Before he landed, the electric gun shot towards him again, its speed no less than real lightning.

Yu Hua had no room to dodge and could only hold the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword in front of him and take the attack from the Flying Electric Gun.

"boom!"

Yu Hua's body fell weakly in the air. His left shoulder, which should have been covered with tough muscles, was now torn horribly by the wound left by the electric gun.

The skin around the wound was instantly scorched by the high-temperature electric current, taking on an unnatural black color, which formed a sharp contrast with the healthy skin color around it, as if it was the mark left by the kiss of death.

The pain was like thousands of needles piercing his bone marrow at the same time, making Yu Hua almost suffocate. It was a kind of intense pain he had never experienced before, as if countless invisible hands were tearing at his soul, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

The electric current penetrated his muscles and reached his bones, bringing a tremor from the inside out, making him feel as if he had been struck by lightning, and every inch of his skin was trembling.

His consciousness began to blur, the sounds around him gradually faded away, and only the unbearable pain hit his nerves again and again like a tide.

Sweat and blood mixed together, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the cold ground, splashing tiny water droplets.

Yu Hua clenched his teeth, trying to use his remaining willpower to resist the pain that was almost swallowing him.

He clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he seemed not to feel any pain at all, because compared with the wound on his shoulder, the pain was insignificant.

Despite such a good opportunity, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun did not pursue again because he was also in huge trouble.

At this moment, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun's eyes were fixed on the Feidian Gun, only to see that a dark red blood spot had appeared on his beloved Feidian Gun at some point in time. The spot spread rapidly like a living thing, corroding the gun body.

His heart tightened, and he immediately realized that it was the deadly poison left behind by the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, which was ruthlessly contaminating this spiritual weapon that had accompanied him for many years.

Anxiety instantly surged onto the face of Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, and he hurriedly retracted the flying electric gun, as if he was afraid that if he stayed for another second, this spiritual weapon would be completely devoured.

He took a deep breath, calmed his mind, quickly raised his hands, and began to draw talismans in the air with his fingertips dancing flexibly.

However, the blood stain was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, tightly attached to the flying electric gun, and no matter how Qingxu Daode Zhenjun used his magical powers, he could not eradicate it.

His brows were furrowed, his face full of agony, but his eyes were shining with an unyielding light.

He knew that if the blood stain could not be cleaned up quickly, the Flying Electric Gun would be destroyed.

So, he gritted his teeth, gathered all his strength again, and drew complicated spells in the air with his hands.

This time, he not only wanted to clean up the blood, but also wanted to seal the poison and preserve this precious spiritual weapon.

Finally, with the unremitting efforts of Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, the bloodstain seemed to feel the threat and began to retreat slowly.

He seized the opportunity and in one go, he imprinted the last spell on the flying electric gun. Suddenly, the gun body flashed with light, and the blood stain was completely sealed inside, unable to wreak havoc anymore.

Qingxu Daode Zhenjun breathed a sigh of relief, with a tired but relieved smile on his face. Then, the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by an uncontrollable anger.

He didn't expect that the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword was so powerful that even he, a Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect, was bewitched by it.

It was obvious that Yu Hua was just like an ant in his eyes, but he still relied on the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword to defeat him repeatedly.

The crime deserves death!

Qingxu Daode Zhenjun stands tall and majestic, surrounded by supreme majesty.

As a low and powerful spell sounded from his mouth, the sky began to change.

It started as a gentle breeze, then gradually intensified into a spectacular scene of howling winds. Dark clouds gathered from all directions, rolling and colliding, as if the most primitive power of nature was awakening.

Immediately afterwards, lightning began to flash in the sky, shuttling between the dark clouds like dragons, and each flash was accompanied by deafening thunder.

Under the guidance of the True Lord, these lightning lights began to gather into dazzling pillars of thunder. They intertwined and collided in the air, making a deafening roar.

The hands of the True Lord of Daode seemed to have become a bridge that guided the power of heaven and earth. Every movement he made was precise and powerful. He waved his hands violently, and the lightning that had gathered into a column shot out like an arrow from a bow, fiercely bombarding the stubborn Yu Hua.

Although all this seems slow, it is actually completed in just a few breaths.

The sky seemed like a giant beast that had been awakened. The wind was blowing and the clouds were surging endlessly. Among the dark clouds, lightning flashed like dragons and snakes dancing wildly, and the thunder was deafening. The whole world seemed to be trembling under this vast divine power.

At the call of the True Lord, endless lightning gathered into a dazzling pillar of thunder, like thousands of rivers returning to the sea. With the power to destroy the world, it fiercely bombarded the stubborn resistance of Yu Hua.

Seeing this, Yu Hua's face turned pale and he was terrified, but he could only barely mobilize his remaining strength, dodging left and right, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this thunder and rain.

However, is the Tiangang Thunder Method of Qingxu Daode Zhenjun something to be taken lightly?
The divine thunders came one after another, like a punishment from heaven. Each strike contained supreme power to purify the evil in the world, and it made the air around them creak.

Although Yu Hua tried his best, he could not escape his fate and was finally struck on the top of his head by an unstoppable divine thunder.

The pillar of thunder was as thick as two people could hug together, and it instantly enveloped him completely. With a deafening roar, Yu Hua seemed to be hit hard by an invisible force.

When the lightning dissipated and Yu Hua's figure reappeared, the scene was already in ruins.

His clothes were torn into pieces, and his exposed skin was covered with burnt black and scars, with wisps of green smoke even coming out of some places.

His eyes were filled with fear, and bright red blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth. He seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and he knelt dejectedly on the ground.

His breathing became rapid and weak, and every gasp was accompanied by severe pain.

He held his chest tightly with both hands, as if there was unbearable pain there. His face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He looked as if he might collapse at any time.

Qingxu Daode Zhenjun gently pinched the thunder seal with his hands, and there seemed to be electric currents jumping on his fingertips, gathering the purest thunder power between heaven and earth.

His eyes were stern as he stared at the crumbling Yu Hua in front of him, ready to use a divine thunder to completely destroy him from the world.

Yu Hua also realized this at this moment. Fear and despair flashed in his eyes, but he still struggled unwillingly, trying to escape the impending divine thunder.

At this critical moment, a deep and powerful voice sounded like thunder, piercing the sky: "Who is so blind as to dare to hurt my disciple?"

As the words fell, a red light appeared out of nowhere like a meteor streaking through the night sky, bringing with it unparalleled ferocity and power, and instantly arrived in front of Yu Huashen.

Qingxu Daode Zhenjun was shocked. He felt the powerful force contained in the red light, but he did not retreat. He suddenly pinched the thunder seal in his hand, and immediately a dazzling lightning burst out from the sky and went straight to Yu Hua.

However, just when the lightning was about to hit Yu Hua, the red light seemed to have a spirit. It trembled violently and blocked the lightning.

The lightning and the red light collided violently in the air, causing bursts of deafening roars. The entire world seemed to be shaking under the impact of this force.

Finally, the lightning dissipated, the red light gradually faded, and Yu Hua collapsed to the ground, his eyes full of surprise.

Qingxu Daode Zhenjun looked at this scene and sighed inwardly.

The red light dissipated, like the first light of dawn, and a tall figure gradually appeared before everyone's eyes.

The man was riding on a majestic Wuyun camel. The camel had a broad back and its four hooves lightly stepped on the clouds, as if he was a fairy walking in the sky.

Yu Hua recognized the person at a glance and was immediately overjoyed, shouting in surprise.

"Master!"

(End of this chapter)