Chapter 682: The Might of the Yuan Tu, Deep Planting of Soul Seals, Sword and Halberd Set Sail, Shenyuan City Sealed

A pitch-black sword hilt, a blood-red sword body.

A point of cold light flickered faintly, like a lonely star; only when looking carefully did one realize with a start that it was the incomparably sharp sword tip.

This was the once-famous God-Slaying Blood Sword.

The name "God-Slaying" was not its original name, only because rumor had it that this sword had drunk the blood of Soul Transformation cultivators.

Luo Chen looked at this object, somewhat hesitant in his heart.

By now, he was no longer the poor and destitute Qi Refining loose cultivator of Dahe Square.

As a Nascent Soul True Person, his magic treasures could be called countless.

But among the many treasures, only three could truly catch his eye.

The first one, needless to say, was his natal magic treasure, the Hunyuan Tripod, which had been nurtured for a long time. This treasure had a deep foundation and had integrated nameless gray light and the power of tribulation lightning; since being promoted to a true treasure, he could use it like an arm, and its efficacy was extraordinary.

In external combat, the Hunyuan Tripod could detain and suppress with infinite might. In internal auxiliary cultivation, it could temper split souls and refine elixirs and cast weapons. Especially the latter, Luo Chen was able to refine Great Soul Pills and Hongyuan Pills in a short time; besides his superb alchemy skills, the Hunyuan Tripod also made a great contribution.

The second thing Luo Chen cherished was the white tiger puppet.

With combat power sufficient to rival the late Nascent Soul stage, as long as it could be controlled, it meant Luo Chen could instantly have an assistant who was a Great Cultivator.

Luo Chen originally wanted to control the white tiger puppet first, and cultivating split souls and learning puppet art were all preparations for this.

However, after careful consideration, Luo Chen suppressed this impulse for the time being.

Without it, the white tiger spirit soul in that puppet was too powerful, and with Luo Chen's current primordial spirit strength, he might not be able to enslave it perfectly.

Even Han Zhan back then spent a lot of effort to barely be able to urge it, but he couldn't exert its full power.

Luo Chen admitted that both his primordial spirit strength and puppet art attainments were still inferior to Han Zhan at his peak.

What's more, refining this puppet required enough spacious space.

If he took it out openly on Little Qiong Mountain, which was someone else's territory, it would likely cause no small amount of trouble.

Like the scene where he and Zhou Yunshen exchanged Dao and collided with Nascent Soul domains not long ago, it must have fallen into the eyes of many interested people.

Luo Chen did not want to expose this trump card for the time being.

Therefore, after some thought, Luo Chen set his sights on this blood sword, which was not at all weaker than the white tiger puppet.

"A true treasure that could kill Soul Transformation Great Cultivators, even if it is not a spirit treasure, it is not much different."

"But unlike refining spirit treasures, which requires the recognition of the artifact spirit, this sword is ultimately in the category of true treasure, so it can be forcibly refined!"

"Even if the refining fails and its internal spirit soul is destroyed, it will not affect the sword's might in the slightest."

"Blood Nightmare Demon Luo was also a Nascent Soul early-stage cultivator; what he could do, I might not be able to."

"And once this sword is mastered, my combat strength will inevitably undergo a qualitative leap!"

This expectation of Luo Chen was not arrogant.

All along, although his strength was strong and his combat ability far exceeded those of the same rank, he relied more on his own abilities and didn't rely much on external objects.

To put it bluntly, Luo Chen had never had any very powerful attack-type weapons.

In the Qi Refining stage, his main combat means were spells; Foundation Establishment was the same; in the Core Formation stage, although there were many treasures, there were no handy attack-type magic treasures.

For so many years, only that Xuanhuo Sword was relatively compatible with him.

But Xuanhuo Sword was a crudely made thing, and its grade was only low-grade.

And the blood sword in his hand, killing Soul Transformation Great Cultivators with the body of a true treasure, was absolutely the best of the best, and it was hoped that it would be promoted to the spirit treasure level in the future.

Currently, Luo Chen's cultivation is only at the Nascent Soul realm, so this sword is a relatively good match; once refined, it won't lead to the embarrassing scenes of the Heaven-Refining Cauldron, which would self-detonate at the drop of a hat.

As for how to refine the blood sword spirit soul, Luo Chen already had some ideas.

The hesitation faded, and his solemn expression became more determined.

Spiritual sense permeated, invading the blood sword bit by bit.

Even with blood light wrapping it, it could not stop Luo Chen's perseverance.

Inside the Hunyuan Tripod, Luo Chen is the master!

This sword is just a prisoner, how much can it resist?

Soon, Luo Chen found that wisp of spiritual light.

"Is this the blood sword spirit soul?"

Like a human but not a human, like a beast but not a beast, curled up together, like a placenta, and there was a faint fishy smell.

Luo Chen frowned and could not find any corresponding species for this object in his memory.

Demon beast, demon beast, or man-made strange beast, or a naturally spiritual essence?

Not to mention the attribution of this object, his spiritual sense began to grope up and down the spirit soul, trying to find a gap to break through.

Time passed bit by bit.

Gradually, Luo Chen found clues on this motionless spirit soul.

"A total of three seals!"

"The first layer has already been broken, and it is covered in bloodstains with extremely strong corrosive properties. If my guess is correct, this should be the work of the Blood Sea Old Ancestor of the Yuan Demon Sect; he attempted to refine this sword, but ended up being severely wounded instead. Afterward, he even staked his entire life's cultivation on this sword until it was inherited by the Blood Nightmare Demon Luo."

"The gaps in this second seal, is it the means of Blood Nightmare Demon Luo?"

"That's fine, following these gaps, I might be able to plant the soul seal on the spirit soul."

Luo Chen retracted his spiritual sense, a look of realization appearing on his face.

Blood Nightmare Demon Luo must have had the intention to completely refine this sword before, but failed; the gaps in the seals were evidence.

Can he do it himself?

Luo Chen's mouth curled up, and he already had a plan in his heart.

Three days later.

Luo Chen sat in front of the Hunyuan Tripod, eyes closed, hands forming a seal.

Within his purple mansion, the Nascent Soul little person seemed to echo inside and outside, and his white, chubby little hands were also forming the same seal.

With breathing and exhaling, Luo Chen's facial muscles trembled, and gradually a wisp of golden light flew out slowly from between his eyebrows.

Looking carefully, it was a flame-shaped mark.

This was the soul seal condensed according to the puppet art.

Once planted into the puppet, it is far more convenient than hanging thread control, magic power control, and spiritual sense thread control.

However, ordinary puppet masters cannot condense such a lifelike soul seal with a complete form.

Only those who have mastered the split soul method and have a strong primordial spirit foundation can do so.

As the soul seal flew out, Luo Chen did not slack off, directly throwing it into the tripod.

Instantly!

Blood light erupted in the tripod, and the blood sword seemed to realize something, erupting layers of spiritual light, trying to stop the invasion of the soul seal.

Very unwilling?

Don't want to sit and wait for death?

At this moment, Luo Chen snorted coldly.

"Suppress!"

The Hunyuan Tripod trembled, and the five colors of gold, green, blue, red, and yellow intertwined, like soft silk ribbons, binding the blood sword layer by layer.

Not only that.

Crackle!

Wisps of silvery-white electric arcs crackled in the tripod, like whips, constantly whipping and deterring beside the blood sword.

Even, within the silvery-white electric arcs, wisps of black electric arcs could be vaguely seen.

The power of tribulation lightning that the Hunyuan Tripod absorbed back then was a black lightning beast in human form!

Silvery-white electric arcs are just superficial fur.

Black electric arcs are the essence of the power of tribulation lightning.

Even Luo Chen, when fighting against enemies, did not dare to easily summon black tribulation lightning, and at this moment, he only simply urged one or two.

Under this powerful suppression and deterrence, the blood sword trembled continuously, and the sword hummed.

However, that sword hum sounded more like a helpless moan to Luo Chen.

"You should just follow me!"

Luo Chen smiled lightly, manipulating the soul seal to drill into the second seal along those gaps, and began to merge with the spirit soul.

Also in this process, some pictures appeared in his mind.

A small beast, born from the mother's womb, gnawing on eight siblings, full of ferocity.

A dazzling treasure sword, born from the furnace, nurtured on the weapon mountain.

One day, the treasure sword broke out of the mountain and went straight into a gloomy and dark world.

In that world, there were countless strange beasts, and the comers were complex.

Many people tried to subdue the treasure sword, but ultimately failed with regret.

There were also those who succeeded briefly, but ultimately did not walk out of that world, but became sacrifices for the treasure sword.

Among them was an old man, wearing plum-blossom blood robes in a style Luo Chen was somewhat familiar with, who held this sword with his own hands.

The picture flowed.

The blood sword was brought out of that gloomy world by a dragon soul without intelligence, but struggled to escape halfway, and finally fell into the slender hands of a woman.

That woman's ability was insufficient, and she could not refine this sword at all, so she could only use it as bait to fish for big fish.

The blood sword was empty and sharp, leaving a sword mark on the center of a middle-aged man's eyebrows.

Under the influence of another consciousness, it was forced to fly back to that gloomy and lightless world until it was brought out again.

These pictures also contained the various means used by those people before to try to refine this sword.

Blood recognition, magic power detention, soul enslavement, and even sacrificing oneself to feed!

Under so many means, the blood sword spirit soul was polluted and became extremely fishy.

Now, Luo Chen is coming for another round!

The spirit soul slowly opened its eyes, looked at Luo Chen cruelly and affectionately, and then slowly closed them.

At this moment, Luo Chen felt the echo of this sword and himself.

"Success!"

Luo Chen opened his eyes suddenly, both surprised and happy.

But then, he shook his head.

Deep inside the blood sword, the thickest third seal had not been broken, and he only barely obtained the control power of this sword.

The evidence is...

"Sword, come!"

With a wave of his hand, the Hunyuan Tripod's five-colored silk ribbons loosened, the silvery-white electric arcs retracted, and the blood sword fell into his hand.

The sword tip trembled, actually trying to turn against him and point at Luo Chen himself.

A thick desire for blood permeated it.

"Actually wanting to drink my fresh blood, wishful thinking."

Luo Chen was not afraid, holding the sword in one hand, wiping across the sword body with the other, magic power spitting, and the blood light converged instantly.

At this moment, without the blood light that affected spiritual sense and vision, he finally saw the two ancient inscriptions engraved at the junction of the sword body and the sword hilt.

【Yuan Tu】

"Is this your real name?"

Luo Chen breathed a sigh of relief, waved the blood sword casually, and felt it was satisfactory and incomparably sharp, as if the space was about to be cut.

"It's a good name, the Blood Sea Ancestor of the Yuanmo Sect was indeed slaughtered by you."

Although he knew that when this sword was engraved with the name, it absolutely did not mean this, but Luo Chen was willing to hang such an origin on it.

Subsequently, Luo Chen offered the Yuan Tu Sword on his knees, and his magic power shrouded it like an ocean, and his spiritual sense constantly drilled into the sword body.

Soul seal recognition is just the first step.

To truly exert the power of this sword, it also requires constant refining, deeper familiarity, and even finding the rhythm of the other party absorbing heaven and earth spiritual energy.

Just take it step by step!

Luo Chen thought about taking it step by step, but obviously things went against his wishes.

Because Fu Chaosheng is back.

Some things are just like this, often not shifting by personal will.

Previously Luo Chen was anxious about when Fu Chaosheng would return to set off for the Central Plains, but now he hoped he would return slower.

But Fu Chaosheng is back, and he ultimately has to face that reality of expectation and fear.

"Time is running out, we will leave tomorrow!"

Fu Chaosheng said so.

Seeing Luo Chen puzzled, he explained: "News came from the sect that a Great Cultivator is about to ascend, and I must go back a step earlier to make some preparations."

Luo Chen's full of doubts turned into nothingness in front of the four words "Great Cultivator Ascending."

He only asked one sentence: "Who is it?"

Fu Chaosheng shook his head: "At that time, you will all know. Be prepared, and set off directly tomorrow morning."

In Shenyuan City, Fu Chaosheng's return was not hidden at all.

Similarly, the news of his departure was also released that day.

So urgent, as if forcing people to express their stance.

Some high-level cultivators who were still watching had to make a choice in a short time.

Early the next morning, a group of thousands of people walked out of the city in a mighty manner and came to a big ship in Jiejing Port.

Luo Chen looked up at that big ship and actually felt a powerful aura not inferior to himself from it.

That was not some living person, but what the ship itself emitted.

Zhou Yunshen whispered on the side: "Rumor has it that this ship is built from the corpse of a sword-halberd whale, and that sword-halberd whale once reached the fourth-grade Demon Emperor realm during its lifetime. That's why it gives us such a soul-stirring feeling."

"Using a whale as a ship?" Luo Chen was quite surprised: "The head of the North Sea whale clan, that Sea Emperor Whale Great Cultivator, wouldn't he be furious because of this?"

But as soon as this was said, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

This is the ship of the Tianyuan Dao Sect!

Not to mention a fourth-grade Demon Emperor, even if the Sea Emperor Whale came forward personally, the Tianyuan Dao Sect would likely not sell him face.

It is not that Luo Chen exaggerated the prestige of the Dao Sect, but the incompatibility of Shenyuan City in the North Sea today explains everything.

Countless demon beasts are surrounding, but no demon dares to attack the city.

Even now that the Sword-Halberd is about to take people far away, those demon beasts only dare to watch from afar and dare not approach at all.

Black King, who was hiding in Luo Chen's sleeve, was a bit curious: "Why don't we take the teleportation array and go directly to the Central Plains?"

Regarding this, Luo Chen shook his head.

If it were just a few people, the teleportation array would naturally be convenient.

But now...

He looked around, thousands of people were waiting at the port, dense and dense, like clouds gathering.

Inside, there are Nascent Soul True Persons with profound cultivation like him, Foundation Establishment cultivators with shallow realms, and even babies in their mothers' arms.

The powerful pressure brought by that kind of ultra-long-distance cross-sea teleportation array is not something low-level cultivators can withstand.

Taking a ship is faster and more convenient.

And according to Fu Chaosheng, when they reach halfway, there will be a diversion, with some cultivators taking short-distance teleportation arrays to cross natural dangers to reach the Central Plains, and some cultivators sailing slowly step by step.

In Luo Chen's perception, he soon figured out the number of Nascent Soul cultivators going to the Central Plains.

Including him and Zhou Yunshen, there are seven Nascent Soul True Persons!

The remaining five people have extraordinary realms, are also quite old, and were powerful figures who dominated one place in the North Sea and were extremely famous before.

Over the years, either because of the righteous and demonic war, or because of the Demon Alliance invasion, or for the sake of their own Dao path, they made the decision to leave their hometown and go to the Central Plains to rely on the Tianyuan Dao Sect.

"In just this one trip, the Tianyuan Dao Sect has absorbed seven major True Persons. Since the ancient times, for three thousand years, I don't know how many external powerful figures the Tianyuan Dao Sect has absorbed."

Luo Chen took a deep breath and cast his gaze toward Fu Chaosheng, who was talking to people.

A total of four people, exactly the four Elders of the North Sea Tianyuan Merchant Alliance.

The content of their communication is unknown to anyone, but when Fu Chaosheng bowed and said goodbye, the three major Elders led by Shen Wandou all had solemn expressions.

"Everyone, get on the ship!"

Fu Chaosheng went first and went straight into the Sword-Halberd.

The remaining people did not rush up in a swarm, but under the guidance of the Dao Sect disciples, got on the ship one by one.

"True Person Luo, please this way!"

What surprised everyone was that among the seven major Nascent Soul True Persons of the North Sea, the first one to be received was not Zhou Yunshen, who revealed the highest realm, but Loose Cultivator Huang, who was the youngest and had the lowest realm.

Looking at Fu Hongzhang's sincere invitation, feeling the gazes behind him, Luo Chen's expression was calm.

"Let's go!"

He stepped onto the ship.

Tianxuan, Sang Jinghe, and Zhang Jingqing followed closely behind.

Zhou Yunshen, who was closer, looked at this scene with a complex expression.

From the boarding order, some things could already be seen.

And he was ranked last among the seven True Persons.

"Too late, everything is too late. I came too late, and my age is also late. Seemingly the highest realm, but actually the least valued. I paid the savings of the family for countless years, and only then did I get a boarding quota. I don't know if this trip is worth it?"

Zhou Yunshen looked back at his clansmen behind him, each with different expressions, some reluctant to leave their homeland, and some longing and expecting the place they were going to.

"Forget it, being able to plan a place for them to live is the last thing I can do. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and future things depend on themselves."

"Get on the ship!"

He said steadily, greeting his clansmen to follow the Yuanmo Sect disciples onto the Sword-Halberd.

After the Zhou family members all went up, there were no more passengers.

At the bow of the ship, Fu Chaosheng nodded to the three people at the port from afar, and then disappeared into the depths of the big ship.

The Sword-Halberd hummed and trembled, spiritual light erupted, pushing away the giant waves, slowly.

Under the rolling white waves, the sails were high, and the Sword-Halberd swam toward the distant sea level like a giant whale.

After they left.

Shen Wandou released his spiritual sense fully, swept across the surroundings, and had a sneer on his face.

"You hairy, armored, wet-born, egg-born creatures, the general trend has been formed, but you shrink back, ultimately difficult to achieve great things."

"Go back, after today, Shenyuan will be sealed!"

Following his order, countless cultivators in Jiejing Port retreated to Shenyuan City like a tide, and the huge city gate rumbled and closed.

One by one, Tianyuan spiritual energy cannons, with dark and thick muzzles, stretched out from the city tower, overlooking the North Sea. ===== CHAPTER 683 =====