Chinese comics: meticulously crafted from the goddess of Zhu Xian

"This is his chance, we'll just have to wait and see. If it really becomes irreversible, I will save him."

Ling Yi stared at the situation on Zhang Xiaofan's side and did not take action immediately.

The collision of evil creatures can only be stopped by blood refining, this is indeed Zhang Xiaofan's chance.

Tian Ling'er heard this and said nothing more.

Now her junior brother Ling's strength has far surpassed hers. If he says it's okay, it must be okay.

at this time.

Next to Youtan, Zhang Xiaofan felt relieved when he saw his senior sister Tian Ling'er being taken away by his seventh senior brother.

He suppressed the nausea that occasionally arose in his heart, took a deep breath, leaned over and picked up the monkey.

The gray monkey was very obedient at this time, lying quietly in his arms.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofan felt a chill on his chest. He unbuttoned his shirt, took out the bead tied with a red rope and examined it carefully. He saw that the originally dark purple surface had turned into light purple, and the green energy inside seemed to be stimulated by something. Its circling speed increased ten times, and it kept spinning and hitting the surface of the bead everywhere.

Just like before, every time the green gas hit, a Buddhist mantra would come out to block it, and the warmth that saved Zhang Xiaofan just now also came from this mantra.

Zhang Xiaofan had no idea that this seemingly ordinary bead was actually a world-famous and most evil thing - the "Blood-sucking Bead".

The origin of this pearl is unknown, but it has strange properties. It feeds on the essence and blood of living creatures. If any living creature approaches it, it will be sucked dry by this "blood-sucking pearl" and die in a moment, leaving only a skin bag. It is truly a terrifying evil creature.

More than a thousand years ago, this pearl was obtained by the Demon Cult's elder Black Heart Old Man. Because of its blood-corroding ability, he refined it into a magic weapon. For a time, it was invincible and killed countless righteous people. It became famous and later became one of the Demon Cult's Four Treasures.

After the black-hearted old man died, the pearl disappeared and has been nowhere to be found since.

By chance, the holy monk Puzhi of Tianyin Temple accidentally discovered this evil pearl in the Great Western Swamp thirty years ago. At that time, within a radius of ten miles, there were countless bones and no living things. It was a world of devastation and resentment.

Pu Zhi's heart was moved with compassion, so he put the spirit away. From then on, he performed the secret method of subduing demons on it every night to scare away the evil force, without interruption for thirty years. He also strung together the Buddhist treasure "Jade Rosary" in parallel, using its pure energy to resist the blood-sucking evil thoughts. Finally, he suppressed the evil spirit and bound it tightly in the beads, preventing it from seeing the light of day under the layers of Buddha's power.

Unexpectedly, in the battle of Cao Miao Village, Pu Zhi suffered heavy losses from the mysterious man in black and was almost exhausted. Although the man in black was also injured and escaped, Pu Zhi knew that he was not seriously injured, and he expected that he was determined to get the "Blood-sucking Pearl". After taking the "Three-Day Death Pill", he could only extend his life for three days. On a whim, he took a risky move and handed the Blood-sucking Pearl to Zhang Xiaofan, and told him not to show it to anyone, and to throw it into the valley or cliff when he had the chance. Although it might hurt more innocent lives, it was much better than falling into the hands of that monster.

But Puzhi never expected that Zhang Xiaofan, thinking of his kindness, would actually keep this evil thing as a commemorative blood bead. Without Puzhi's Buddhist skills to suppress it, and without the pure energy of the jade rosary to resist it, the evil spirit energy began to gradually erode the restriction.

But Tianyin Temple is not to be trifled with. Although the numerous restrictions have lost their master, they have remained loyal to their duties and have kept the evil spirit at bay for three full years.

But as time went on, it was ultimately unable to resist and gradually became powerless. Today, it seemed that the blood-sucking evil pearl was about to break the ban and come out, bringing disaster to the world.

Although Zhang Xiaofan didn't know about all these twists and turns, he already felt something was wrong.

During the battle at the Cao Temple, the truth appeared many times when Puzhi was fighting against the man in black. Although he was young, he remembered it very clearly.

Seeing that the situation of the mantra on the bead was becoming more and more critical, he became anxious. He hardened his heart, clenched his palm and grabbed the bead, and used his little bit of "Mahayana Prajna" to inject it into the bead.

The two are of the same origin. The mantra on the Blood-sucking Pearl actually became brighter, but before Zhang Xiaofan could smile, it dimmed again in an instant. At the same time, a cold air trembled, and a familiar feeling of nausea came back and rushed straight to his internal organs. It turned out that he accidentally entered the open space again, but at this moment, there was no warm air to resist.

The gray monkey next to him suddenly saw Zhang Xiaofan's face showing pain, and his face turned blue. He squeaked twice, quite anxious.

But Zhang Xiaofan no longer cared about many things. He just felt that all the blood and energy in his body was flowing backwards, flowing towards the strange bead on his right hand.

However, the Great Brahma Prajna in his body collapsed at the touch and was no match for the icy air. At this moment, his meridians were spasming and in great pain, and he was in unbearable pain.

He could no longer bear it, and staggered a few steps, retreating. Suddenly, his whole body trembled again, and a familiar feeling of nausea came back and rushed straight to his internal organs. It was because he accidentally walked into that open space again, but at this moment, there was no longer that warm feeling to resist.

By now he had reached the edge of the pool. He used up the last bit of his strength and practiced the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao, barely drawing some spiritual energy from heaven and earth into his body. Once inside his body, it transformed into Mahabrahma Prajna, which actually relieved the pain a little. But after only a moment, it disappeared. Zhang Xiaofan couldn't care less at this point and just tried his best to relieve the pain as much as he could.

However, the cold air was too strong, and there was a strange feeling of nausea, which almost turned his internal organs upside down and rushed straight to his forehead.

There were flashes of light in front of his eyes, his breathing became disordered, and suddenly his throat felt sweet. With a sound, a large amount of blood spurted out and he almost fainted.

At this moment, there was a muffled sound, and in an instant, it seemed as if the sky had darkened. The blood-sucking bead emitted a green light, and the entire bead turned green. A dim golden light flashed, and the Buddhist mantra was completely shattered. Zhang Xiaofan's whole body was immediately covered with green air, like a bloodthirsty demon, reborn again.

However, the strange things were not over yet. Almost at the same time when the green gas was free again, there was a loud noise coming from the middle of the pool. Suddenly, wind and clouds surged, and the gravel in the pool shot out in all directions, making a bang.

The green water suddenly began to surge, swirling around the center, forming a large vortex. From the vortex, something slowly emerged from the gaps in the water, with black air rising from it. It was the short black stick, about two feet long, made of neither gold nor iron. A fierce aura rushed towards him.

Zhang Xiaofan screamed and fell backwards. The blood-sucking bead seemed to be stuck to the palm of his hand and he could not get rid of it. He could also faintly see a hint of blood slowly flowing into the bead from Zhang Xiaofan's body.

With a whistling sound and the sound of waves, the black short stick suddenly shot out and rushed towards the blood-sucking bead with a flashing green light. A moment later, there was a loud bang, and the two ferocious objects collided with each other. Zhang Xiaofan was shocked as if he was shaken up more than ten feet high, and a big hole was created in the empty space under him by this great force.

Zhang Xiaofan fell back to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices and feeling dizzy, but the pain in his body seemed to have eased a little.

He only felt a blood-red color in front of his eyes, and it was his eyes that were bleeding. He rubbed his eyes vigorously with his hands, and saw that the strange black stick hit the blood-sucking bead, and the black gas was endless, attacking forward.

The Blood-sucking Pearl seemed to have its own spirit. Knowing that it was a powerful enemy, it withdrew its green energy and resisted with all its might. The two sides were in a stalemate, and the cold air and nausea on Zhang Xiaofan's body gradually faded away.

Zhang Xiaofan was panting heavily, still in shock. He shook his hands subconsciously, but the two strange things seemed to be part of his palm and could not be shaken off. The black air and green light continued to fight.

Zhang Xiaofan was scared and just wanted to stay as far away from these two strange creatures as possible. He tried his best to climb up, but before he took a step, he felt dizzy and his whole body staggered. His feet were weak, and he tilted his body and fell to the ground again.

The green bead and the black stick in front of him were intertwined in a fight, but the black energy seemed to have the upper hand.

After only a moment, the black gas was seen invading in large numbers, and the green light was retreating step by step, as if it was unable to resist. At this moment, Zhang Xiaofan suddenly felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand. When he took a look, his heart almost jumped out of his mouth.

But in his palm, around where the blood-sucking bead was attached, bright red blood actually seeped out of his skin, continuously, and gradually gathered into a large drop of blood.

Zhang Xiaofan's whole body was shaking, and his face lost all color. Correspondingly, the Blood-sucking Pearl was bathed in blood drops, and suddenly it glowed brightly with green light, launching a massive counterattack. Not only did it turn the situation around, it also gradually overwhelmed the black energy.

As more and more blood oozed out of his hands, Zhang Xiaofan gradually lost consciousness. The bright red blood poured up and gradually flowed to the interface between the black short stick and the blood-sucking bead, and then stopped flowing. The green light and black energy kept fighting, and after a while, it seeped in here, gradually dyeing the part of the stick that touched the bead red.

A faint smell of blood floated in the air. As time passed, the red color became deeper and deeper, until it was almost bright and vivid. Somehow, the green light and black energy that were originally entangled dimmed, and gradually transformed from the original repulsive fighting to a fusion trend.

It was unknown how long it had passed, but this strange change finally came to an end. The black stick and the green bead completely lost their luster, merged into each other, and with a grunt, they fell from the unconscious Zhang Xiaofan's hand and landed on the ground.

Chapter 42: The Seven Sects Martial Competition is Coming

"What was that just now?" Tian Ling'er looked a little shocked.

Just now, Zhang Xiaofan used Buddhist skills to release golden light to resist the erosion of the bead, and then the bead and the stick fought and finally merged together. Tian Ling'er saw it all.

She looked at her beloved junior brother Ling Yi with some confusion.

Ling Yi briefly explained to Tian Ling'er about the two evil objects, the Blood-sucking Pearl and the Soul-Captivating Rod.

"How could it be that kind of evil thing? How could my junior brother have it?" Tian Ling'er was even more shocked and couldn't believe it.

Although she had never left Qingyun Sect, she was very clear about some things about the Demon Sect, especially the magic weapons such as the Bloodthirsty Pearl.

There are countless records about the Demonic Sect within the sect.

"This is Junior Brother's own business. He didn't say it when he came in. I guess he has his own reasons."

"By the way, Senior Sister, let's pretend that we know nothing about what happened today. Otherwise, if this gets out and other people in the sect know, I'm afraid I'll be punished." Ling Yi warned.

"Well, I see."

In Tian Ling'er's heart, she has always regarded Zhang Xiaofan as her own relative and junior brother, so naturally she doesn't want to see him being punished.

Then, the two came to the stream.

"The Bloodthirsty Pearl and the Soul-Captivating Rod, the two most evil creatures in the world, are fused together through blood refining. It is truly extraordinary!" Ling Yi looked at the rod and sighed.

It can be said that apart from Qingyun Sect's Zhuxian Sword, the most murderous and vicious one.

This blood-refined object is the most vicious magic weapon in the world.

In the original novel, Zhang Xiaofan relied on this stick to defeat the top four of Qingyun Sect in the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition.

However, this stick is an extremely powerful evil object, and those with weak minds can be easily affected by it.

Ling Yi practiced the pure Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao, supplemented by dual cultivation, and his strength increased rapidly.

There is no need to rely on these evil things.

What's more, this is a blood-refined item from my junior brother Zhang Xiaofan, and only he can use it.

After Ling Yi looked at the stick, he used his magic power to heal his junior brother, and soon he showed signs of waking up.

"Xiao Fan! Xiao Fan! Junior Brother!..."

A series of anxious calls echoed in Zhang Xiaofan's ears.

His mind was in a mess and he felt an excruciating pain in his head. It seemed that even opening his eyes took all his strength.

Tian Ling'er, the face of the seventh senior brother, seemed far and near, and slowly became clear in front of him. He moved his lips and called out softly: "Senior Brother, Senior Sister."

Ling Yi helped him sit up. Zhang Xiaofan looked at the palm of his hand at first glance, but saw that the skin on the palm of his right hand was intact, and there was nothing unusual except that it was a little pale.

He was stunned for a moment, but he clearly remembered that a large amount of blood had gushed out of his palm just now, but how come there was no trace of it? Was it a nightmare?

"Seventh Brother, Senior Sister, did you see anything just now?" Zhang Xiaofan asked with some confusion.

Ling Yi nodded: "I see, but let's talk about this when we get back."

"Yeah." Zhang Xiaofan nodded.

Then Ling Yi just helped Zhang Xiaofan up when he suddenly heard a "squeak" sound from the side.

Turning around, they saw the gray-haired monkey standing beside them, grinning at them, holding a two-foot-long black stick in his hand.

Ling Yi knew that this little monkey was extraordinary, so he took the little monkey back with him.

After returning to Dazhu Peak, Ling Yi took Zhang Xiaofan back to his room to rest, and then talked to him about what had just happened.

"It's actually because of... this?" Zhang Xiaofan looked at the beads inlaid on the stick, his face somewhat confused and worried.

At this time, the little gray monkey cried out, as if it knew it had arrived home. It jumped off Zhang Xiaofan's shoulder, rushed to the bed in two or three steps, fluttered and jumped, grabbed the pillow and threw it around, very happy, treating this place as its own home.

"Junior Brother Xiaofan, your senior sister and I will not ask any more about the origin of this thing, but you must remember that this thing is extremely evil and should be used sparingly. Moreover, it is already your blood-refining magic weapon, so try not to let it see blood in the future." Ling Yi warned.

"Yes, my seventh brother, I understand." Zhang Xiaofan said a little weakly.

After Ling Yi gave Zhang Xiaofan some instructions on other things, he told him to have a good rest, then left with his senior sister Tian Ling'er.

Tian Ling'er followed Ling Yi back to the room, snuggled into his arms, and asked worriedly, "Junior Brother Ling, what if Junior Brother Xiaofan's evil thing is known to the other leaders of the sect?"

Ling Yi gently stroked Tian Ling'er's face and smiled, "Don't worry, it's useless even if they know. That thing has already recognized its master, and no one other than our Junior Brother Xiaofan can use it."

"Besides, as long as one's heart is right, evil things can be used for good purposes. We don't need to worry about anything else."

"Okay, I'll listen to you, junior brother." Tian Ling'er didn't think much about anything else and snuggled in his arms, her face soon turning red.

Ling Yi looked down, kissed Tian Ling'er's rosy lips without any hesitation, and carried her to the bed.

They had long been accustomed to practicing in depth together.

I like this dual cultivation which can improve my strength and bring me joy.

A few days later, there was finally a small happy event in Dazhu Peak.

Sixth senior brother Du Bishu broke through to the fourth level of Yuqing Realm and reached the realm of "driving things", and then went out to gain experience.

When others saw this, they also worked hard to practice.

Ling Yi was normal as usual. He either secretly practiced dual cultivation with Tian Ling'er or flew to Xiaozhu Peak from time to time to communicate with Master Shuiyue.

Due to some reasons, I have less communication with my master's wife.

However, his relationship with senior sister Lu Xueqi is becoming closer and closer.

Time flies, and another half a year has passed.

Seeing that Qingyun Sect's "Seven Clans Martial Competition" held once every sixty years is approaching, not only Su Ru, but even Tian Buyi has begun to urge their disciples to concentrate on their cultivation.

One day, on the Dazhu Peak, suddenly, a sound of breaking through the air was heard overhead, and two white lights rushed from the west.

Watching the two white lights fall on the main hall, after the light of the "Shou Jing Hall" formation flashed, two people appeared, one of them was tall and graceful, with a white robe fluttering, and was extremely handsome.

The other person was a teenager, a little shorter than him, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

When Zhang Xiaofan saw the person coming, he suddenly held his breath. A trace of sadness that he had once forgotten slowly rose from the depths of his heart because of that lonely-looking back!

"Jingyu?" He stood up and called out in a hoarse voice.

The young man was shocked and immediately turned around, his eyes wide open, his mouth opened wide, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, all he could say was reduced to two words: "Xiao Fan!"

"Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu, disciples of Master Cangsong of Longfeng, pay their respects to Uncle Master Tian and Uncle Master Su."

In Shoujing Hall, Tian Buyi and Su Ru sat in the upper seats, and the other disciples were lined up beside them. Two men in white, Lin Jingyu and another handsome young man named Qi Hao, were greeting Tian Buyi.

Zhang Xiaofan stood at the end of the line of disciples, looking at Lin Jingyu in the field.

After not seeing each other for several years, everyone has grown up.

At this moment, Lin Jingyu also turned his head and looked at Zhang Xiaofan. Their eyes met. Lin Jingyu smiled slightly. Zhang Xiaofan's heart was warmed and he nodded with deep emotion.

Tian Buyi's eyes moved to Qi Hao, then glanced at Lin Jingyu, his expression darkened.

He saw that the two men were handsome, and with his keen eyesight, he could tell in a moment that they were extremely talented.

Needless to say, Qi Hao has long been famous among the younger generation of Qingyun Sect. As for the young Lin Jingyu, as he was able to fly on a sword just now, we know that he has at least cultivated to the fourth level of Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao. Considering that he has only been a disciple for three and a half years, his aptitude is truly amazing.

Thinking of this, Tian Buyi subconsciously looked at Zhang Xiaofan who was standing at the back. Comparing the two, Tian Buyi was in a very bad mood. However, when he saw his daughter and Ling Yi, the talented disciple, his face immediately returned to normal, and he even showed a hint of a smile.