Seeing the expression on Shang's face, Zhang Hao secretly glad that he did not open the bottle rashly.

Seeing Shang's concentrating thoughts, he couldn't help asking curiously: "Shang, tell me quickly, what the hell is there?"

Shang looked at the bottle and tried hard to recall it for a long time before slowly saying: "If I remember correctly, this bottle contains a bloodthirsty puppet refined with the aura of war. This puppet only appeared in the ancient period of the God-Entering God. It loves killing and bloodthirsty aura. It is a kind of puppet used by sword cultivators to hone their minds and deal with powerful opponents. The bottle contains the aura of war. This kind of war puppet can only maintain the strongest fighting will in this bottle, and the battle time cannot last more than half an hour!"

Zhang Hao smiled after hearing Shang's words: "This thing is quite interesting, I'll let it go and have fun now!"

Shang sneered and said, "Don't underestimate this thing. The bloodthirsty puppet is extremely cruel and bloodthirsty. If the master is defeated by himself, he will eat the master's golden elixir and flesh. The sword practice is to hone his fighting will and to temper his courage in battle!"

Listening to Shang's words, Zhang Hao felt a sense of terrifying killing god, keeping it a disaster. Zhang Hao was about to use the yin and yang torch in the Fulong Cauldron to refine it into ashes.

But I heard Shang say, "This thing is extremely difficult to refine. If it can be improved slightly, it will be a powerful tool!"

"How to improve it?" Zhang Hao became interested when he heard it.

"Removing the bloodthirsty evil spirits from it and leaving only the warlike energy can be refined into a war puppet. This will not only come out of the bottle, but also improve his battle every time you watch the battle*!"

As he said that, Shang used a strange magic trick, and divided a ray of divine thoughts and fell on the bottle mouth to investigate, and smiled slightly and said:

"This left thorn is indeed a rare swordsman. I don't know how many people he secretly attacked and killed and hunted down the unyielding fighting spirit of many people, so that he refined this bloodthirsty puppet."

After a moment, he turned around and said, "The method of refining war puppets is relatively simple. You only need to absorb the bloodthirsty energy of the bloodthirsty puppet, refine it with your will, and then use your essence and blood to refine the puppet in the bottle!"

After saying that, he taught Zhang Hao how to absorb the blood evil energy and guarded Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao dripped a drop of blood on the talisman of the bottle according to Shang's method. The bloodthirsty puppet in the bottle immediately became restless. The black gas in the mouth of the bottle rotated rapidly at the mouth of the bottle, and gradually turned into a red blood-colored air.

Seeing that the time was right, Zhang Hao quickly pinched the magic trick, opened the mouth of the talisman slightly, induced part of the blood evil energy, and quickly pasted the talisman on it.

This blood-evil aura was introduced into Zhang Hao's body. In an instant, Zhang Hao's eyes turned red, and the blood in his body seemed to be ignited by an invisible force.

He quickly used the spiritual power in his body to suppress the manic aura in his body.

Half an hour later, Zhang Haohan penetrated his heavy clothes and consumed one-third of his spiritual power in his body before he could barely refine this bloody aura.

Open his eyes and looked at the smiling sorrow.

When Shang saw Zhang Hao looking at him, he said, "This method of resolving blood evil spirits is the most effective way to temper people's mind and nature, and it is of great benefit to practicing Taoism!"

Zhang Hao said with a serious expression after hearing Shang's words: "This thing will get into trouble if you are not careful. Although you are tempering your mind, it is accompanied by difficulties!"

A faint sense of vicissitudes appeared in Shang's eyes and said, "These are nothing. When you encounter your own inner demon in the future, you will know what danger is. However, it is really not easy for your current state to suppress this bloodthirsty demonic nature!"

After saying that, he signaled Zhang Hao to continue to lure out the bloodthirsty aura.

When Zhang Hao attracted another bloodthirsty evil spirit, Shang concentrated his mind to protect Zhang Hao. As long as Zhang Hao was wrong, he could kill the puppets and these bloodthirsty demons in the bottle. This time, Zhang Hao gained many benefits to cultivate the golden elixir and restored many ancient memories.

It took me more than three hours to refine the bloodthirsty energy.

The rotating black evil aura in the dark bottle had disappeared. Zhang Hao wiped off the sweat from his forehead and dripped in essence and blood to refine the war puppet.

In just ten breaths, the war puppet was refined by Zhang Hao.

Uncover the talisman on the bottle.

A three-inch villain wearing black armor all over his body, holding a black gilt floating moon gun, with a restrained black armor and a black gold fantasy moon clamping chest on his chest. The helmet was a horned troll armor with only eyes. When the battle boots were carefully seen, they were not ordinary soles and also had talismans. It seemed that this left thorn was not in trouble on this puppet, but he did make a wedding dress for Zhang Hao.

At this moment, the villain knelt on the ground, and Zhang Hao activated a stream of spiritual energy into his body. The three-inch villain turned into an eight-foot giant man. A voice came from his dry throat: "Warmakuro, pay homage to my master!"

Feeling the battle in this guy's body, Zhang Hao was somewhat looking forward to this guy's future performance.

He smiled and said, "You will follow me from now on, and I will let you fight every day!"

Zhan Kuang bowed and started assassinating from the side.

Hum, ha, hum, ha! Every move is simple and cruel, and the killing aura quietly emanates from his body, making people afraid to underestimate it.

Zhang Hao laughed and said, "Interesting, interesting! Much better than the most advanced robots on the Earth in the Twenty-One World!"

Shang heard a look of thought and looked full of confusion.

Zhang Hao looked at Shang's expression and said to Zhan Kuang beside him: "The people on this small island are all my disciples. Your duty is to protect them, do you know?"

Zhan Kuang bowed but his eyes were confused as if he was unclear. He came back to his senses after a moment, and said, "Can Zhan Kuang defeat your disciple!"

Zhang Hao laughed silently and said, "Go!"

Zhan Kuang was admitted to the amnesty and ran out mechanically from the house. As soon as he came out of the bottle, he felt an opponent on the island, and there was Mo Xiaoqi who was practicing swords on the island.

Sword Intent.

Sword light.

And he is also obsessed with kendo.

This made Zhan Kuang feel itchy all over and his heart was full of fighting spirit.

Mo Xiaoqi, from a distance, felt a man with black armor in the White Jade Pan Dragon Palace walking out of it. Every time he took a step, his figure seemed a little taller, but in a few breaths, he walked in front of him and turned into a seven-foot-high man with black armor in his arms holding a spear in his hand, looking at him disdainfully.

Zhang Hao's spiritual thoughts came from his mind: "This is your coach, he is responsible for accompanying you to practice swordsmanship!"

Mo Xiaoqi was shocked when he heard this. The other party's strength was beyond his imagination, but he could never abandon his sword and surrender. As a sword cultivator, this is a shame.

He glanced at the wide flat ground in the north, and his spiritual power was circulating in his body. His body was like a flying bird and landed towards the flat ground.

The war man follows him.

The two of them fought each other for a moment.

Sword Shadow.

Gun light.

Two phantoms come and go.

The battle is in full swing.
Chapter completed!