Under the light clouds, the waterfall flows from the mountains to the foot of the mountains, splashing thousands of water splashes, reflecting brilliant brilliance in the sun.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a green bamboo house.

Inside the bamboo house, seven or forty-nine candles were burning.

Dao Demon Ye Ming stood with his hands behind his back and said to the Guangmu Sword Ancestor in front of him: "Guangmu, you have broken through the realm of the Four Divine Ancestors, how do you feel?"

Guangmu Sword Ancestor stood up and knelt down and said with gratitude: "Disciple, I feel very good. Thank you very much, Master."

"Okay, I have to work hard for you again."

Dao Mo Ye Ming nodded, took out a jade cup and handed it to him.

Seeing this, Guangmu Daozu stood up, pinched his index finger, and dripped the blood of the God of Life into the jade cup.

In a moment, it’s just a cup.

"Adjust your breath."

The Taoist Demon Ye Ming raised his hand and handed him an imperial elixir, then picked up the jade cup and turned to look at his wife lying on the diamond-shaped flame pattern.

Looking at his wife's face as pale as paper, Daomo Ye Ming suppressed the grief in his heart, took her into his arms, and gently gave her the blood of the God of Life in the cup.

Putting away the jade cup, he looked at his wife with concern. When he saw that most of the paleness on his wife's face was gone, he couldn't help but feel relieved and reached out to touch his wife's cheek.

But at this moment, he noticed that his wife's face began to look pale again, and his expression changed drastically: "How could this happen? How could this happen?"

At this time, he had no trace of the Holy Spirit at all. He was just a husband who was worried about his wife's safety.

Seeing this, the Guangmu Sword Ancestor behind him changed his face and couldn't help but step forward and said: "Master, please calm down."

"Yes, as a teacher you must be calm, as a teacher you must be calm."

Tao Mo Ye Ming nodded repeatedly, quickly regained his composure, held his wife's arm with his hand, carefully examined her illness, and frowned.

After a while, Guangmu Daozu asked cautiously: "Master, how is my wife?"

Taomo Ye Ming let go of his wife's arm and said with a frown: "Your master's wife's injury has begun to worsen. Now a cup of blood is no longer enough to maintain your master's wife's injury."

"Disciple understands."

Guangmu Daozu was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the pale but kind-faced master's wife, then stretched out his right index finger to Dao Demon Ye Ming, and said: "Master, come on."

Daomo Ye Ming looked at the registered disciple in front of him, hesitated for the first time, and said seriously: "If this continues, your bloodline will eventually be exhausted."

Guangmu Daozu smiled when he heard this and said calmly: "Disciple knows that it is important to save Master's wife, not to mention that this disciple's life was saved by you, Master."

Daomo Ye Ming was silent for a while, then took out the jade cup again, placed it under the index finger of Guangmu Dao Zu, and quickly received a cup of the blood of the God of Life.

The Guangmu Sword Ancestor withdrew his fingers and felt weaker than ever before. He immediately collapsed to the ground and his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"have a good rest."

Dao Mo Ye Ming immediately took out two divine pills and gave them to him, then turned around and gave his wife the blood of the God of Life in the jade cup bit by bit.

The effect this time was obviously more significant than the last time. The paleness on my wife's face quickly disappeared, and she became rosy.

But if you look carefully, you can find that the ruddy color is being replaced by paleness little by little, but much slower than before.

Daomo Ye Ming frowned and said nothing. After a while, he turned around and looked at Guangmu Daozu.

Guangmu Sword Ancestor was sitting cross-legged on the ground, refining the two magic pills he had just taken, but his realm was too low, his strength was too weak, and the refining speed was very slow.

Suddenly, his whole body was shaken, and he felt a majestic force pouring into his body, and he refined two divine pills in an instant.

The unprecedented feeling of weakness receded like a tide. Guangmu Daozu was surprised. He opened his eyes and saw his master placing his palm on his shoulder.

"Thank you, Master."

Guangmu Sword Ancestor was extremely grateful. This was not the first time he had taken pills after losing his bloodline in so long, but it was the first time he had received help from Ye Ming Dao Demon.

This was something he would never have dared to imagine before.

After all, over the years, he has come to understand how Ye Ming Dao Mo is a human being. Apart from facing his wife, he will not take the initiative to help anyone else.

"Get up."

Dao Mo Yeming helped him up and asked, "How much blood do you still have?"

Guangmu Daozu replied: "Less than 30%."

Since he was rescued by the Taoist Demon of the Night, every once in a while, he needs to use a cup of blood to save his wife.

It doesn't seem like much every time, but over the course of decades, it turns out to be a huge amount.

Daomo Ye Ming was silent for a long time and said: "It seems that we have to find another way, otherwise your master's wife's injury will not last for a few months."

Guangmu Sword Ancestor hesitated and said: "Master, why don't you ask the Holy God to take action? With the magical power of that kind of being, it should be able to resolve Master's wife's injuries, right?"

"No, they can't."

Daomo Ye Ming shook his head and said with a dejected expression: "The only thing that can save your master wife is the tree of light, but... alas." He sighed longly.

Guangmu Dao Zu didn't know what to say when he heard this. He suddenly noticed that he was staring at him and asked nervously: "Master, master..."

Daomo Ye Ming said seriously: "Is the bloodline of your friend the Heavenly Sword God Ancestor stronger than yours?"

"This, this...disciple doesn't know." Guangmu Daozu hesitated and finally shook his head.

"You don't want to say it, but I can see that that kid's bloodline of the God of Life is one level higher than yours." Ye Mingdao said demonically.

Guangmu Sword Ancestor's heart sank, and he said urgently: "Master, please don't hurt the Heavenly Sword Divine Ancestor, he is an upright man..."

Daomo Ye Ming raised his hand and interrupted him, saying: "My master doesn't care whether that boy is upright or not. I only care about his bloodline, which can control your master's wife's injury."

As he spoke, he looked at Guangmu Dao Zu with a serious face and said word for word: "In my heart as a teacher, only your wife is the most important."

Guangmu Sword Ancestor's expression changed greatly, he knelt down with a bang, and kept kowtowing: "Master, please, please, I beg you, this disciple is willing to give up all his blood."

"no!"

Daomo Ye Ming refused. Seeing his disciple still kowtow, his expression softened slightly: "If your friend is willing to help your master, I will not hurt him as a master."

"division……"

Guangmu Daozu still wanted to persuade, but he heard a cold and ruthless voice: "That's enough! I am already very tolerant as a teacher. Let's go, we will go find your friends now."

I saw the Taoist Demon Ye Ming roll up his black sleeves, and the candles in the bamboo house were extinguished instantly.

After a while, there was no one in the bamboo house, including his wife.

At this time, Lin Chen did not know that the Taoist Demon Ye Ming was coming to look for him.

Now, while he is learning the art of swordsmanship, he is paying attention to the ancient demon Qi Feng.

The final step of smelting the divine ingredients has arrived.

Over the past few months, Ancient Demon Qi Feng has successively refined Nine Sun Flame Crystals, Demonic Meteorite, and other auxiliary materials, turning it into a ball of golden, red, and black divine liquid in the shape of a divine sword.

The Seven Kills Star Flame, which was originally burning fiercely, was not burning as strongly as before. It turned from a large fire to a medium fire, melting the Tears of Light.

This drop of tear-shaped divine material is like an exquisite and beautiful crescent moon. Under the smelting of the Seven Kills Star Flame, it blooms into a gorgeous golden color.

Ancient Demon Qi Feng carefully pulled it, turning it into strands of divine fluid, slowly and gently blending into the three-color sword-shaped divine fluid.

The three-color sword-shaped divine liquid became more and more dazzling, and the sharpness it released made Lin Chen couldn't help but feel moved. He felt that its sharpness surpassed that of the Wandering Dragon Sword.

Only the Brahma Demon Sword is more powerful than it!

However, Lin Chen's intuition told Lin Chen that as the ancient demon Qi Feng continued to smelt it, its edge would surpass that of the Brahma Demon Sword and become more terrifying than the Brahma Demon Sword.

Lin Chen looked forward to that moment coming.

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