I'm really just a juggler.

Chapter 464: Green Blood Knife

Just when the man, the soul and the bird were at a loss, the gray gas from the main world slowly floated over.

Got it!

There is also an old man here.

Then, under the horrified gaze of the man, the soul, and the bird, the gray gas transformed into a hand.

He easily rubbed the pool of bronze liquid on the ground.

You don't need a second hand to hit it.

Boss is awesome (broken voice).

It was so easy for the gray gas to clean up things that they didn't understand or even know about.

Under their numb gazes, the gray gas cleaned up the bronze liquid and then gestured and directed something.

The bronze liquid was like a little brother, nodding and bowing constantly.

Then the gray gas slowly moved away.

The bronze liquid went straight into the underworld.

Ah Lao's expression was complicated. Bu Chen saw this and said, "You old fool, don't you want to say something?"

Lao glanced at the bastard boy.

"What can I say if you ask me to? Now even my old nest has been occupied, what else can I say?"

Feeling A Lao's resentment, Bu Chen did not resist for the first time in his life.

"No, old immortal, this doesn't mean that the nest has been occupied. The underworld is so big, how can there be no place to stay?"

The old man looked gloomy and finally sighed.

"Boy, you're really lucky. If I'm not mistaken, this gray gas and the bronze liquid must be from the Age of the Gods."

Bu Chen didn't react at all. To be precise, he didn't understand what these four words meant.

Qing Luan, standing by, exclaimed, "Age of the Gods! This is impossible! Could that person still allow these things to exist?"

Ah Lao sighed: "Alas! So, this world should not be among the Five Realms."

Qingluan nodded gently: "The Five Realms, are they the former Immortal Continents?"

Hearing the word "Xianzhou", Bu Chen frowned.

I seem to have heard this name somewhere.

Ah Lao looked at Bu Chen and said, "So, be careful when you go out. No one will let you go."

Without waiting for Bu Chen to speak, he looked at Qingluan and said, "Little Bluebird, you should go back too. I have to go back and take a look too."

Bu Chen was so confused, who on earth was that person?

I hate the Riddler.

Bu Chen also had to see what was happening in the Netherworld, to prevent the bronze liquid from being left unattended and ruining his Netherworld.

When we arrived in the netherworld, there was no earth-shattering scene.

The only change is that Wuming in the blood pool has changed his appearance.

Although it was just a spiritual weapon before, it was not the best.

I was originally thinking of either changing it or refining it later.

And now, the bronze liquid came to this netherworld, and did not go anywhere else, but directly wrapped Wuming.

Although it still looks the same, its power and material are very different.

Just one look at it and if it doesn’t taste good, it will make your eyes hurt.

The texture of bronze adds a sense of time.

"Good boy, your weapon has transformed directly. Now you can nurture it directly. Once it is nurtured successfully, it will become a mysterious weapon. However..."

Bu Chen was very happy at first. Wow, this saved him a lot of trouble.

Looking at the blending of the green and red light, he decided that from now on this knife would be called Qingxue.

In the end, it was just that Bu Chen's mouth twitched.

"Old man, if you have something to say, can you just say it directly? If you say it halfway, you'll get beaten up, you know?"

Ah Lao was a little amused: "It's just that you can't use this weapon until you reach a certain level. If you don't believe me, you can try it out after you leave this world."

Seeing that Bu Chen wanted to say something, A Lao interrupted him and said, "Okay, I have to be busy. You should focus on your training. The previous fracture of your forearm and the wound on your palm are both soul-touching. You should be careful."

After saying this, Bu Chen became dazed and appeared outside.

In the bronze castle, Bu Chen frowned and looked at the wound on his hand.

It's an attack that touches the soul, no wonder it hurts so much.

He practiced Ah Lao's skills and quickly refined the previous soul power.

However, Bu Chen discovered that these soul powers had not only been refined, but also purified.

As expected, Bu Kui is my treasure, and Lao is just great.

With a smile on his face, he circulated the power of his soul to repair the injured area.

The injury on the palm of his hand recovered slowly, but the fracture in his forearm showed no improvement at all.

It seems that the current Heart and Blood Spirit Guiding does not have such a powerful recovery effect.

Yes, he needs to practice hard. According to his estimation, he needs to practice Yantian Gong to at least the fifth level before he can repair it.

After a careful look, there was nothing else of value in the room.

The key is that you can’t take it away even if you want to.

Out of sight, out of mind. He should just leave the room.

As time passed, Bu Chen's time traveling became longer and longer.

After such a long time, he didn't find anything valuable.

I don’t know if it’s because of the environment or because they can’t feel the passage of time.

Bu Chen's efforts to attract the spirit had ended without him noticing, and the spiritual energy and vitality became even more powerful.

If he could survive the Dongxuan Tribulation and the Divine Power Tribulation, his Dongxuan World would probably prosper immediately.

With a sigh, without any hesitation, he once again activated the Heart Blood Spirit Guiding Technique.

On this day, when Bu Chen was wandering around, he suddenly felt a fluctuation of spiritual energy in front of him.

Although it was very minor, it made him overjoyed.

Wind and thunder surged under his feet, his figure flashed, and he came to the place where spiritual energy was fluctuating.

I saw a bald donkey walking alone, his robes were tattered, and the Buddha's light that was always on him had become dim.

Moreover, the monk's eyes were filled with greed and jealousy.

Bu Chen grinned. Monks are good. He likes dealing with bald donkeys the most.

His feet moved quickly and he kicked down with great force on the head.

The monk was alert and felt the strong murderous intent behind him, so he dodged to the side.

After seeing who was coming, the monk was stunned.

"It's you!"

Bu Chen laughed heartily: "Isn't it just me, Grandpa?"

A low-grade spiritual weapon machete appeared in his hand. This was the item left behind after Bu Chen absorbed those people before crossing the narrow bridge.

After careful selection, only this low-grade spiritual weapon machete is the most suitable.

Everything here is now made of bronze, even the walls and floors.

The power of nature's creation is greatly reduced here, so one can only use one's own swordsmanship.

"You little brat, you're so arrogant! Today, let the Buddha teach you what etiquette is."

The monk slammed the staff in his hand into the ground, and a swastika seal emitted golden light, enveloping the monk.

When Bu Chen saw this situation, he was not panicked at all, and even laughed out loud, as if he had heard some shocking joke.

"An old man like you wants to teach me etiquette. Hahahaha, is this some kind of joke of the year?"