Chapter 424
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The great achievement of the Massacre Sword Art was to condense the form of the Ancient God of Massacre.
With the power of the Ancient God of Massacre, one could condense the true Dao of Massacre.
However, to reach the great achievement of the Massacre Sword Art and condense the true form of the Ancient God of Massacre.
In the entire Nine Realms, those who could do so were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
To condense it, one had to devour a lot of Blood Qi. For example, Chu Fengmian had the wealth of the Grand Competition to buy so much Saint Blood Essence.
In addition, all the Saint Blood Essence he obtained from the Flower-Snatching Venerable was only able to condense the weakest left hand of the Ancient God of Massacre.
However, the difficulty of condensing it was within Chu Fengmian's expectation. If it was so easy to condense it, the Massacre Sword Art wouldn't be so famous.
The greater the power, the greater the price to pay. For example, although Chu Fengmian was powerful, it was extremely difficult for him to break through.
At least, Chu Fengmian didn't feel that he had any chance to break through. He had to find more fortuitous encounters.
"Ancient God of Massacre! Strength Enhancement! "
Chu Fengmian shouted coldly. Behind him, the Ancient God of Massacre's left hand condensed.
The world's most powerful killing intent condensed one after another. For a moment, the world seemed to have turned into a sea of blood.
When the God of Massacre appeared, the world was covered in blood.
Even Hanyue Li, who was beside Chu Fengmian, couldn't help but condense his spiritual power to resist.
One had to admit that the Massacre Sword Art was indeed powerful. It was worthy of being one of the most powerful sword arts in the Nine Regions.
Just by condensing the weakest left hand, it already possessed such terrifying power.
If it could go one step further and condense the Ancient God of Massacre's right hand, or even condense the entire Ancient God of Massacre.
The Massacre Sword Art could be perfected and strengthened.
Feeling the current power of the Massacre Sword Art, Chu Fengmian took a deep breath and dispersed the Ancient God of Massacre's shadow behind him.
The terrifying murderous intent on Chu Fengmian's body finally disappeared.
Feeling the disappearance of Chu Fengmian's killing intent, Hanyue Li couldn't help but sigh.
"This swordsmanship is really powerful. Even I feel great pressure from it."
Even Hanyue Li didn't dare to get close to Chu Fengmian when Chu Fengmian activated his Massacre Sword Art and condensed his killing intent.
Even though she knew that Chu Fengmian would not attack her, she felt that she would be killed by Chu Fengmian if she rashly approached him.
The addition of the killing intent of the Ancient God of Slaughter was indeed a terrifying thing.
"If I want to advance a step further, then I have to obtain even more Saint Blood Essence. 400 vats? Five hundred tanks? Six hundred vats? At the very least, I need to double the amount to be able to condense the other parts of the Ancient God of Massacre. "
Chu Fengmian stopped and said calmly.
Now, this weakest left hand had cost Chu Fengmian no less than two hundred vats of saint blood essence.
If he wanted to take another step forward, he would have to pay several times the price.
"I even need to find some Fey God Essence Blood. The vital qi of the Fey God Essence Blood is much denser than the Saint Essence Blood. It's even more useful to me."
Chu Fengmian said.
The spiritual energy of the Fey God Essence Blood might be similar to that of the Saint Essence Blood, but the vital qi of the Fey God Essence Blood far surpassed that of the Saint Essence Blood.
After all, how terrifying was the vital qi of a Fey God? It would probably surpass the vital qi of a human Saint by dozens of times.
If he only relied on the Saint Essence Blood to make another breakthrough, he didn't know how much energy it would take. If he used the Fey God Essence Blood, it would save him a lot of effort.
"Let's go to the banquet."
Chu Fengmian woke up and said.
He wanted to see what the Xu Family was planning to do at the banquet.
"Okay."
Hanyue Li nodded.
Tuoba Ding, who was in the room next door, also woke up. He walked out and followed Chu Fengmian out of the room.
With the strength of the three of them, they arrived in front of an incomparably huge palace in the Xu Family in an instant.
There were countless Xu Family guards around the palace. The security was extremely tight.
One after another, powerful warriors came out and gathered around the palace.
"Get out of the way! The people from the Wang Family are here! "
Just as Chu Fengmian arrived in front of the palace, someone suddenly shouted. Then, the countless people in the surroundings retreated like floodwaters.
They opened up an incomparably wide path and stepped aside.
Then, a carriage came out from the path. The carriage was actually an Earth-Grade Spiritual Artifact that was refined using various methods. Ordinary Saints would not be able to threaten the people inside the carriage.
The horses that pulled the carriage were no ordinary horses. They were horses that possessed a strand of the True Dragon's bloodline, the Scarlet Qilin Horse. It was said that they possessed the bloodline of the True Dragon and could travel ten thousand miles in a day.
A Scarlet Qilin Horse like that was worth at least a hundred million Nine Cauldron Pills. There were a total of eight Scarlet Qilin Horses in the carriage.
In addition to the carriage, the value of the carriage was at least one billion.
"What an imposing manner. It seems like the Wang Family is also a big family."
Chu Fengmian thought to himself. Then, he activated his spiritual consciousness and observed the carriage.
The carriage slowly came to a stop in front of the palace. A white-haired man walked out of the carriage.
The white-haired man looked like he was in his early twenties. For some reason, his hair was completely white. When he got out of the carriage, he glanced at the crowd with disdain in his eyes.
"This person is Wang Ao, an inner disciple of our Northern Mang Academy. However, it is said that he is about to be promoted to a Seed Disciple. His power index is close to ten and he is only a step away from becoming a Seed Disciple. He is almost invincible among the inner disciples."
When Tuoba Ding saw the white-haired man, he suddenly whispered to Chu Fengmian.
"The power of the Wang Family is even greater than the Tuoba Family behind me. They are very influential in the Northern Mang Academy. The people from the Xu Family are actually related to the Wang Family?"
Tuoba Ding's voice was filled with astonishment. It seemed like he was not aware of the existence of this relationship.
"There are actually disciples from the Northern Mang Academy here."
Chu Fengmian's lips curled into a smile. This was getting more and more interesting.
"It's Wang Ao."
"Why is the people from the Wang Family in our Dou Xuan Nation?"
When the countless people in the surroundings saw Wang Ao, they were incomparably shocked. Every one of them was in disbelief.
They did not know why Wang Ao was here.
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