The cyan-colored long sword was light, as light as a feather.
The edge of the sword was thin, almost transparent, seeming to be carved from a cyan-colored crystal. Countless sesame-sized, cyan-colored spell symbols had been swiftly moving on the edge of the sword. Tens of thousands of tiny spell symbols wove into an exquisite magic formation, eventually merging on the three centipede beads on the hilt of the sword.
The three centipede beads were the heart of this long sword. They breathed like living creatures. The surrounding natural powers ceaselessly merged into the centipede beads, then transformed into visible cyan-colored gusts of wind, flowing inside the long sword.
Every time the centipede beads breathed, the long sword would vibrate slightly, and the spell symbols inside the sword would expand slightly. The quality of the sword would improve slightly, but the power of the centipede beads would only improve slightly.
Every time the sword breathed, the power of the sword would improve slightly. But the great thing about this treasure-crafting method was that with enough time, this long sword could definitely evolve into a terrifying weapon.
Carefully fiddling with the long sword, Ji Hao curiously looked at the young man, whose body was covered in blood, and asked, "Can you give me a copy of your treasure-crafting method? Or, do you know how to craft treasures? "
The young man tremblingly looked at Ji Hao. He opened his mouth, seeming to say something, but once he opened his mouth, he vomited blood.
This long sword was magical, and Ji Hao had already seen its benefits. Besides, a long sword crafted in such a magical way couldn't be owned by ordinary people. The young man turned this long sword into his spirit treasure. Ji Hao erased a trace of his spirit, which he left in the sword. This was no different than a heavy hack on his soul.
Human beings had three souls and seven spirits. Therefore, if one of the souls was damaged, the overall soul wouldn't be harmed too badly.
However, the natives in this world didn't have three spiritual souls and seven physical souls. Their souls were one. Therefore, when their souls were damaged, the injuries would be especially severe. The stronger the natives were, the more serious the injuries they would suffer if their soul was erased.
Spurting out mouthfuls of blood, the young man could not utter a word.
Ji Hao put the long sword back, grinned and said, "Since you don't want to talk, I'll just take you down!"
Wielding his right hand, Ji Hao released streams of cyan-colored light from his palm. Next, a three-meters-wide, gigantic, cyan-colored hand descended towards the young man along with a muffled swishing noise. This was a 'hurricane hand' created by Ji Hao after he ate the fruit with the power of Dao, understood a part of the great Dao of this world, and learned some basic magic from Mu Jiuxiao.
The hurricane hand moved incredibly fast, grabbed the young man within a blink of an eye, and lifted him up.
Mu Jiuxiao was scared out of his wits. He screamed out with a hoarse voice, "Attack with everything you have, save the messenger!"
Tens of thousands of Wind Bird Clan people gathered over from all directions. From a great distance away, different-sized and different-sized gusts of daggers poured down towards Ji Hao like a storm.
The 'Wind Blade Magic' was one of the most basic magic spells, but it was also the one that Wind Bird Clan people were most familiar with and often used.
Ji Hao grinningly grabbed the young man's neck while slightly shaking the Heaven and Earth stamper floating above his head. Followed by a thunderous bang, a fierce gust of wind rose from the ground. A cyan-colored tornado rotated around Ji Hao, shredding all those fierce wind blades before they could approach Ji Hao's body.
Mu Jiuxiao shrieked hoarsely, waving his arms and jumping up and down.
Countless Wind Bird Clan people rushed over while screaming in panic. From a great distance away, they threw countless sharp gusts of wind towards Ji Hao in a futile manner.
Holy spirit messengers were extremely honorable. If anything happened to this young man in Mu Jiuxiao's tribe, this tribe would have a very miserable end. Clan leaders like Mu Jiuxiao would definitely die, while ordinary clansmen would be separated and divided by the other Wind Bird Clan clans.
No one wanted their tribe to be separated. Therefore, everyone had been attacking Ji Hao with all of their powers, only hoping to save the messenger, who was captured alive.
Ji Hao paid no attention to these harmless attacks. He gripped the young man's neck with his left hand, while his right hand started scratching and groping the young man's body. Then, he surprisingly found out that the bangle worn on the young man's wrist, which seemed to be made from tree bark, was actually a space bangle with a rather large capacity!
The bangle worn on the young man's wrist was only two-inch wide, exquisitely shaped and thin. Even the Magi Palace of the humankind could only expand a house-sized space into such a small space. However, this bangle worn on the young man's wrist had the capacity of a great hall.
Obviously, the level of making space magic tools in this world was much higher than the big world Ji Hao came from.
What surprised Ji Hao even more was that this bangle was inlaid with a thumb-sized, misty 'spirit Dan'. This spirit Dan had a nature of space, and same as the centipede pearl on the long sword, this spirit Dan had been breathing on its own. Every time it breathed, the quality of the bangle would be improved.
It was highly possible that the inner space of this bangle wasn't too large at the beginning, but as time went by, the inner space of this bangle automatically 'grew' to the size of a hundreds of meters squared and square hall.
"This is too wonderful for words!" Ji Hao's eyes sparkled with a golden light as he stared at the young man and shouted, "How did you make this bangle? Or, do you know who made this bangle? "
Not to mention the other secrets of this world that were waiting to be discovered, the long sword and the secret tool-making technique of this bangle would be of great significance to the entire humankind if Ji Hao could bring them back to the humankind.
"Outer space monsters, every single one of you will die a horrible death!" The young man showed the whites of his eyes, gnashed his teeth, and finally let out a complete sentence with difficulty. He vomited a mouthful of blood, then abruptly burst with a hoarse voice, "Eighteen feathers!"
That proud cyan bird let out a high-pitched caw, then abruptly opened its beak and spurted out a stream of green blood. The cyan bird swished across Ji Hao's face at lightning speed, directly broke into the wooden house behind Ji Hao, and heavily hit on the statue of the holy spirit on the offering table.
The green stream of blood blasted out, transformed into a complicated spell symbol, and covered the statue.
The spell symbol glowed with a green light, then a great power vibration spread out from the statue. Ji Hao raised his head and glanced at the sky in shock. He saw a green stream of light descending straight down from the sky, tearing the roof of the cabin apart and violently bumping into the statue along with a muffled swishing noise.
The three-meter tall, light-green wooden statue of the holy spirit suddenly came alive.
The statue leaped into the air while a cyan-colored gale surged out from its body. Countless spell symbols were wrapped on the surface of the statue, and within a blink of an eye, the statue expanded to around thirty meters tall. He lowered his head and glanced at Ji Hao, then flicked his right finger. Along with a shrill swishing noise, a green spear, condensed from the fierce gale, flashed across the air and appeared in front of Ji Hao's face, as if it had teleported.
The spear moved way too fast, so fast that Ji Hao couldn't even see how it appeared.
Ji Hao sensed a piercing pain from his chest, then the fiery light released from the Gold Crow cloak blasted out. Ji Hao let out a muffled moan as he was sent flying for over ten miles away by the spear condensed from the gale. He flew across the surface of the lake outside the small island and bumped into a tree on the other side of the lake.
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