Chapter 1254 Emperor!

Outside Mengjin Pass,

There were military tents stretching for hundreds of miles, with fluttering flags.

The Zhou army had besieged Mengjincheng for several days.

In the central area of ​​Zhouying.

At this time, a group of people in strange costumes gathered in the open space in the center.

Nezha stopped supplying the magic power of [Samadhi True Fire] and the flame was extinguished instantly.

Leaving behind a mass of matter in the air that is invisible to mortals.

Many immortals of the Chan sect originally thought that this was a ridiculous farce.

But when Yun Zhongzi pointed out the mystery, everyone put away their contempt.

Yun Zhongzi is a treasure refining maniac.

After the Conferred Gods Battle, he copied all the deadly magic weapons and his skills were quite impressive.

When Wang Ming saw the aura of the carving knives, farm tools, and weapons being refined, he immediately threw a piece of Uru metal into them.

This metal enchantment is very effective.

"Nezha, add fire!"

Nezha did not do anything tricky after hearing the order. After all, this was something his master Taiyi Zhenren approved of, so he would not do anything rash.

With the reappearance of [Samadhi True Fire], the brick-sized piece of Uru metal quickly melted.

It melted into red molten iron and floated in the air.

"Let's start the blood sacrifice!"

As Wang Ming finished speaking, Ji Fa turned his gaze to Jiang Ziya.

Before, Wang Ming asked Ji Fa to collect a bucket of blood from Jiang Ziya. Although Jiang Ziya admitted that he was willing to donate blood, he would donate it during the refining process.

If an ordinary person had this bucket of blood, he would definitely die, but Jiang Ziya was a cultivator after all.

Even so, Jiang Ziya was unwilling to do so. Losing a bucket of blood would make him weak for a long time even if he didn't die. Moreover, at his age, losing so much blood would inevitably affect his lifespan.

Jiang Ziya looked at his fellow disciples, hoping that they would stand up and accuse Wang Ming of being a swindler, or directly give Ji Fa a magic weapon.

The Twelve Golden Immortals stood in the first row of the crowd, watching calmly without any expression.

But in fact, they were communicating with each other at this moment.

"Brother! He seems to have real skills."

“There is a little trick.”

"Does Ziya need to be stopped from sacrificing blood to treasure?"

"Yes! It's not a good thing for Ziya to lose too much blood at once."

"Our ultimate goal is to bring down the Jiejiao people. The battle ahead will be extremely dangerous, so it would be good for Jifa to have some strength."

"So Junior Brother, do you want Ziya to donate blood?"

They quickly reached a consensus and then gave Jiang Ziya a look.

Finally, Jiang Ziya reluctantly walked in front of the flowing metal liquid, with one hand pointing like a sword, hazy magic power flowing in and out of his fingertips, and gently stroked the wrist of the other hand.

moment,

Bright red blood spurted out, and against the laws of physics, it began to gather towards the flowing liquid.

Yun Zhongzi saw this and shouted, "Lei Zhenzi, you guys go too."

Lei Zhenzi, who was watching from the sidelines, was stunned for a moment when he heard his master's words, but he still obediently walked over and let his blood flow.

After Lei Zhenzi took the lead, Yang Jian and others looked at their master who had no expression on his face, and voluntarily went over to donate blood.

Seeing this scene, Wang Ming looked at the people of the Chan Sect with a strange expression, especially at Yun Zhongzi's face. Yun Zhongzi felt Wang Ming's gaze and nodded slightly to Wang Ming. Wang Ming refined the magic weapon, and adding Yang Jian's blood could indeed improve the quality, but Wang Ming did not mention it at the beginning. Now that they took the initiative to donate blood, naturally they would not refuse.

"This magic weapon was made for you, so it naturally needs your blood. Otherwise, you won't be able to drive it." Wang Ming said to Ji Fa.

When Ji Fa heard this, a hint of hesitation appeared on his face. He originally thought that only Jiang Ziya's blood would be needed, but he didn't expect that his own blood would be needed.

But his hesitation soon disappeared, and he pulled out the guard's knife, wiped his wrist with it, and blood spurted out in large streams.

As Jifa's blood poured down, the changes in the liquid became more dramatic.

"Yang Jian, you don't need to donate blood. This is an emperor's weapon. Too much of your blood will be bad."

When Yang Jian and the others heard this, they immediately stopped the bleeding, as they didn't want to donate blood in the first place.

Then everyone watched as Jifa's face became paler and paler, and the liquid in the air kept changing, emitting a faint sense of oppression.

The pressure was so strong that the Western Zhou soldiers surrounding them knelt down slowly. It was an instinctive behavior and they themselves didn't know why it happened.

"What a great imperial vessel!" exclaimed Manjusri Bodhisattva.

Jin Zha, Mu Zha and other disciples of the human race's Chan sect also felt like kneeling and submitting at this moment. It was a kind of suppression from deep in their blood.

Manjusri Guangfa and Samantabhadra placed their hands on the shoulders of their disciples, interrupting their actions of kneeling and submitting.

Among the disciples of Chanjiao, Yang Jian is a pure human being who is a combination of man and god, while Nezha has long lost his flesh and blood. Lei Zhenzi's bloodline has long been mutated.

Yin Jiao and Yin Hong carry the luck of the Shang Dynasty.

This makes them have a certain resistance to this pressure.

It was at this time.

Wang Ming held Ji Fa's hand and stopped him from continuing to transfuse blood.

The extremely condensed magic power was released and condensed into a black solid in the air. It was a cubic object with a small hole in the center of the top side.

Under the guidance of spiritual consciousness, the red liquid poured into the small hole.

A few breaths passed,

A stream of energy shot out from Wang Ming's fingers, and the black solid box shattered instantly. A golden metal belt appeared in front of Jifa.

"Try it!"

Ji Fa looked at the thing in front of him, a little confused: "I lost so much blood just for a belt?"

Yun Zhongzi and other immortals were also looking at them curiously.

Naturally, they would not be as ignorant as Jifa, who thought that the belt-shaped magic weapon was of no use.

Belts are not rare, such as Laojun’s belt [Golden Rope].

What they care about is the effectiveness of the magic weapon.

Seeing Jifa standing there in a daze, Wang Ming pointed at Jifa, and the belt floating in the air immediately wrapped around Jifa's waist.

then,

The belt emitted a ray of light, and a large amount of energy matter covered Jifa's whole body. The energy matter quickly turned from virtual to real, and a golden armored warrior appeared on the field.

Jifa felt his own condition and suddenly felt endless power.

Then,

Ji Fa felt dazed for a moment, and then he found that he was no longer in the Xiqi military camp, but in an unfamiliar place.

He was standing on a square on the top of a mountain, on which were carved more than a dozen murals.

Jifa studied it for a while and immediately realized that this was a set of combat skills.

Or rather, it is the method of using armor.

(End of this chapter)