Outside Mengjin Pass,
There are military tents stretching for hundreds of miles, and flags flying.
The Zhou army had besieged Meng Jincheng for several days.
In the central area of Zhouying.
At this time, a group of people in strange clothes gathered in the central open space.
Nezha cut off the mana supply of [Samadhi True Fire], and the flame went out in an instant.
It leaves a mass of matter in the air that no mortal can see.
Many immortals who explained the religion originally thought this was a ridiculous farce.
But after Yun Zhongzi pointed out the mystery, everyone stopped their contempt.
Yun Zhongzi is a treasure refining madman.
After the Conferred God War, he copied all the deadly magic weapons over and over again, and his skills were quite impressive.
When Wang Ming saw that the luck of carving knives, farm tools, and weapons had been extracted, he immediately threw a piece of Uru metal into them.
This metal enchantment effect is very good.
"Nezha adds to the fire!"
Nezha didn't make any small moves after hearing the order. After all, this was something approved by his master, Taiyi Zhenren, and he would not mess around.
As the [Samadhi True Fire] appeared again, the brick-sized piece of Uru metal melted quickly.
It melted into red molten iron and suspended in the air.
"Start the blood sacrifice!"
As Wang Ming finished speaking, Ji Fa looked at Jiang Ziya.
Previously, 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 had to donate blood during refining.
A bucket of blood would definitely kill an ordinary person, but Jiang Ziya is a cultivator after all.
Even so, Jiang Ziya was unwilling. Losing a bucket of blood would make him weak for a long time even if he did not die. Moreover, at this age, losing so much blood would definitely affect his longevity.
Jiang Ziya looked at his fellow apprentices, hoping that they would stand up and accuse Wang Ming of being a liar, or give Ji Fa a magic weapon.
The Twelve Golden Immortals stood in the first row of the crowd of onlookers. They looked at it calmly, with no expression on their faces.
But in fact, they are communicating with each other at this moment.
"Senior brother! He seems to have real abilities."
"It's a bit of a secret."
"Does Ziya's sacrifice of blood for treasure need to be stopped?"
"Yeah! It's not a good thing for Ziya to lose too much blood at once."
"Our ultimate goal is to bring down the people who teach Jiejie. The battle ahead will be extremely dangerous. It would be good for Ji Fa to have some strength."
"Then junior brother means to ask Ziya to donate blood?"
They quickly reached a unified opinion and then glanced at Jiang Ziya.
In the end, Jiang Ziya reluctantly walked in front of the flowing metal liquid. He pointed a sword in one hand, puffed out hazy mana at the fingertips, and lightly swiped the wrist of the other hand.
moment,
Bright red blood sprayed out. The blood violated the rules of physics and began to gather towards the flowing liquid.
Yun Zhongzi saw this and shouted: "Lei Zhenzi, you guys go too."
Lei Zhenzi, who was watching, was stunned when he heard the master's words, but he still walked over obediently to bleed himself.
After Lei Zhenzi took the lead, Yang Jian and others glanced at their expressionless master and consciously went over to donate blood.
Seeing this scene, Wang Ming glanced at everyone who was explaining the teaching 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 didn't mention it at first. Now that they are actively donating blood, they will naturally not refuse.
"This magic weapon was refined for you, so it naturally needs your blood, otherwise you won't be able to control it." Wang Ming said to Ji Fa.
When Ji Fa heard this, there was a trace of hesitation on his face. He originally thought that he only needed Jiang Ziya's blood, but he didn't expect that he would also need his own.
But his hesitation soon dissipated, he casually pulled out the guard's knife, wiped it on his wrist, and blood spurted out in large spurts.
As Ji Fa's blood poured down, the changes in the liquid became more intense.
"Yang Jian, you don't need to transfuse blood. This is an imperial weapon. Too much of your blood will be bad."
When Yang Jian and the others heard this, they immediately stopped the bleeding. They didn't want to donate blood themselves.
Then everyone saw that Ji Fa's face became paler and paler, and the liquid in the air was constantly changing, exuding a faint pressure.
The coercion was so strong that the surrounding Western Zhou soldiers slowly knelt down. It was an instinctive behavior, and they themselves didn't know why it happened.
"What an imperial weapon!" Manjushri Guangfa praised.
At this time, Jin Zha and Mu Zha, the disciples of the Human Race, also had the tendency to kneel down and surrender. It was a kind of suppression deep in their blood.
Manjushri Guangfa and Samantabhadra put their palms on the disciples' shoulders, interrupting them from kneeling down and surrendering.
Among the disciples of Chanjiao, Yang Jian is a pure human being who combines human and god, while Nezha has long since lost his flesh and blood. Lei Zhenzi's bloodline has long been mutated.
Yin Jiao and Yin Hong had the luck of the Shang Dynasty.
This makes them have a certain resistance to this pressure.
It was at this time.
Wang Ming held down Ji Fa's hand and stopped letting him continue to pump blood.
The extremely condensed mana was shot out and condensed into a black solid in the air. It was a square object with a small hole in the center of the top side.
Under the guidance of divine consciousness, the crimson liquid was poured into the small hole.
After a few breaths,
Wang Ming made a burst of energy with his fingers, and instantly the black solid box shattered, and a golden metal belt appeared in front of Ji Fa.
"Try it!"
Ji Fa looked at what was in front of him and was a little confused: "You have lost so much blood just for a belt?"
Yun Zhongzi and other immortals also looked at it curiously.
Naturally, they would not be as ignorant as Ji Fa and think that the belt-shaped magic weapon was of no use.
Magic weapons like belts are not rare, such as Laojun's belt [Golden Rope].
What they care about is the effectiveness of the magic weapon.
Seeing Ji Fa standing in a daze, Wang Ming pointed at Ji Fa, and the belt floating in the air was immediately wrapped around Ji Fa's waist.
Then,
The belt emits a ray of light, and a large amount of energy material covers Ji Fa's whole body. The energy material quickly changes from virtual to solid, and a golden armored warrior appears on the field.
Ji Fa felt his own condition and suddenly felt endless power.
Immediately afterwards,
Ji Fa was in a daze before his eyes, and then he found that the area around him was no longer the Xiqi Military Camp, but a strange place.
He was standing in a square on the top of a mountain. There were more than a dozen murals carved on the square.
Ji Fa studied it for a while and immediately understood that this was a set of combat skills.
In other words, how to use armor.
