Thousand Machine Beads

The nine people stared at Ye Qingyang who was focused on searching for blood essence from the floating seats.

"I don't know how much blood essence he can squeeze out? The nine of us were the ones that Old Man Wan squeezed out the most, as many as seventeen drops, and the least thick soil was fourteen drops."

"Hey~ What does this mean? Although my blood essence is the least, my magic weapon is no worse than yours. It is very suitable for my martial arts."

"Indeed, your defense is indeed the highest among us. Wan Shennong said."

"Look, he's going to be forced out." Jin Chengshi said.

I saw a bright red blood on Ye Qingyang's palm pushing to the tip of his finger.

Ye Qingyang closed his eyes tightly, sweating profusely on his head. The shirt on his right arm was soaked through with sweat. The other parts of the body because the fighting qi and blood are gathered in the right arm, there is no flow of power, the body does not sweat at all, only the sweat on the head and arms flows down the body, and it looks damp.

The movement of the blood essence made Xuan Tie tremble constantly, trying to absorb the blood essence.

Finally, Ye Qingyang, who tried his best, successfully forced the blood to his fingertips.

The profound iron that was in contact with the palm shook out a strong suction force, and absorbed all the blood essence that Ye Qingyang had pushed onto the tips of his fingers into the profound iron.

After a while, a few drops of bright red blood appeared on the surface of the black iron and silver-white.

The powerful suction made Ye Qingyang's fingertips suck out the blood essence little by little.

The blood essence was gradually sucked out by half, and the originally bright red blood droplets on the black iron slowly turned into a blood mist covering a piece. The place where the black iron was exposed was covered with new blood essence.

"It's already eleven drops, which is pretty good."

I don't know how many more drops can be forced out. Several people watched Ye Qingyang whose body trembled with Xuan Tie.

Ye Qingyang's face was already pale, and the constant use of mental power made Ye Qingyang really unable to support it.

The more blood essence that is forced out, the stronger the ability of the magic weapon. The magic weapon will become a part of the body, and the magic weapon must be stronger and stronger.

Ye Qingyang concentrated all his spiritual power and searched for the blood in his blood-red right arm.

One drop! Ye Qingyang gritted his teeth to observe, and finally found a drop of blood essence. The activation of his spiritual power made the blood essence move along the meridians to the blood mass at the fingertips, and together they pushed towards Xuan Tie.

Second drop! Ye Qingyang's mental strength finally found a drop near his shoulders and pressed it towards his fingertips.

Seventeen drops already! ! ! Yan Xuanyuan stared at Xuan Tie, who was covered with blood essence, and widened his eyes.

"It seems that he is stronger than the spiritual power of the nine of us. The realm of repose has been able to restrain his spiritual level. With such hard work, he may be the one who broke the sky in the shortest time among the twenty-one of us. ".

"Unlimited". Yan Xuanyuan looked at Ye Qingyang who was working hard and said from the bottom of his heart,

Fourth drop! With my ability, I can no longer observe it, so concentrate on pushing out all the blood and essence.

With the transfer of Ye Qingyang's spiritual power all transferred to the blood essence of the fingertips, the fresh blood wrapped around the right arm returned to the rest of the body and circulated rapidly.

With the support of spiritual power, all the blood essence that Ye Qingyang searched for dripped onto the black iron.

"Twenty-one drops! He forced a total of twenty-one drops!" Yan Xuanyuan exclaimed.

So much.

When Ye Qingyang took back his mental strength, his whole body was exhausted.

With a pale face, he knelt down in front of Xuan Tie.

Wan Shennong blew a green wind towards Ye Qingyang.

A small green grass emerged from the stone ground under Ye Qingyang's body.

The grass touched Ye Qingyang's body, and the green airflow entered Ye Qingyang's body from the back of Ye Qingyang's heart.

As the grass withered, all green entered Ye Qingyang's body.

Ye Qingyang slowly woke up, propped up his body and got up.

"Boy, you're awake. Your vindictiveness is still not enough. It would have been better if I knew earlier that you would be infused after forming an indestructible elixir."

"Today, if you don't have Old Man Wan's Immortal Grass, you will have no fighting spirit." Zi Xiaolei said to Ye Qingyang with a smile, as if there was no big deal.

"Boy, look at your magic weapon."

Ye Qingyang looked at Xuan Tie in front of him, and the colored light surrounded Xuan Tie.

Xuan Tie is changing back and forth in various states.

When the knife, when the sword, when the spear, when the halberd, when the hook, when the axe... change endlessly.

When Ye Qingyang touched Xuan Tie, Xuan Tie stopped changing his style.

As Ye Qingyang grabbed Xuan Tie with his palm, colorful rays of light shone on the ring, and the nine emperors covered their eyes involuntarily.

Ye Qingyang held Xuan Tie fearlessly. The colored rays of light gathered little by little on the black iron.

The light flowed into the black iron along the place that Ye Qingyang held in his hand.

The rays of light were swallowed by the black iron, and after a period of time, the light of one color that shone in the ring disappeared and was swallowed into the black iron.

After a long time, after all the light was integrated into the black iron, the black iron finally took shape.

Xuan Tie finally changed into a colorful bead and fell into Ye Qingyang's hand.

Ye Qingyang looked at the beads with a smile.

Ye Qingyang picked up the beads in his hand and threw them into the air.

A burst of light flickered, and the bead took the form of a long sword.

With a flick of his hand, he turned into the shape of a painted halberd again.

Ye Qingyang restored the halberd to the shape of a bead, raised his head and said to the nine people with a smile,

"Just call it "Thousand Machine Beads"."

"What a thousand machine beads, it's really ever-changing." Yasma looked at the colored beads in Ye Qingyang's hands.

Ye Qingyang looked at the beads and asked, "What level are my beads? There should be an artifact spirit? Why doesn't the artifact spirit communicate with me? Beads, I'm your master, come out and talk to me."

"The level of the magic weapon grows with the level of the master." Yan Xuanyuan said.

"If you are a king, the beads are at the level of spiritual treasures. In other words, the beads you are having now, are at the level of serenity, which was the same level as magic weapons. It's just that the spirit of the magic weapon will appear unnecessary if it cooperates with the master to a certain extent. Relic treasure level will appear."

"Then what is it now?"

"Mid-grade magic weapon. Enough for you to use."

Well, Qianjizhu, I will grow up with you.

Note; (The nine continents are divided into east, west, north and south, and the Deya continent where it is now belongs to the eastern continent)