C28 Blood Controlling Spirit Tool

The biggest difference between a tier 2 and a Rank One is the weapons exchanged from stone tablets that can unleash a certain amount of power. However, since Wang Mang's Ink Dragon Spear was a Rank Six spirit weapon, he still needed to perform a special ceremony that used blood to control weapons. Only then could it be considered a weapon that belonged to him.

As for the attributes of the Profound Weapon, they weren't strong enough, so they couldn't be changed in size or weight. Normally, very few people would perform a blood control ritual.

"Phew ~ Phew ~ It's so spicy. Ahu, didn't I ask you to find a mandarin duck pot? It's fine if you don't find much, but you even added so much seasoning to the pot. It's so spicy. "Wang Mang couldn't help but take out a bottle of mineral water from his backpack. He opened the bottle cap and poured it into his mouth.

"Hu ~ Hu ~ Mr. Mang, give me a bottle. Even the king can't stand the spiciness anymore. I thought we were all Rank One Espers, and our physical fitness had improved so much. It's fine to add more spiciness, but who knows it won't work on this aspect? "Wang Hu's dark face turned into a red face, and beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead like water. His wide palm was still fanning his mouth.

Wang Mang threw a bottle of drink to Wang Hu. He looked at Liu Ying, who was covering her mouth and laughing hysterically. He felt embarrassed. Xiaoying was the smartest. She looked at the fiery-red soup and did not taste it with her chopsticks.

"Today is the eighth day of the post-apocalyptic era. Go and rest early later. Tomorrow morning, we will go and find our car," Wang Mang drank his saliva and said to the two of them.

"Mr. Mang, our cars are parked on the big road filled with Zombie. There are a lot more Zombie there compared to the ones in the square." Wang Hu was a little worried.

The last time, the three of them only managed to escape from the encirclement of thousands of Zombies after a few moments of exhaustion. Fortunately, they did not encounter a Second Grade Zombie. If they were to return to retrieve their cars this time, the many Zombies would have been divided into groups of corpses under the leadership of the Second Grade Zombie.

"En, I've also considered this problem. There's no good way. If you want to retrieve the carriage, you must pass through the corpse group. Leave the Second Order Zombie in the corpse group to me. As for the rest, I can only rely on you and Xiaoying." Wang Mang sighed. There was nothing he could do.

Although the three of them could change cars on the commercial street, they still had to take that road in the end. It would be better to take back the RV that was filled with supplies and water.

Wang Hu thought for a while and nodded solemnly. He prepared to get up and go back to his room to absorb the medicine to increase the poison in his life. Wang Mang and Liu Ying also went back to the private room to wash up and rest. There would be a fierce battle waiting for the three of them tomorrow.

"Hubby, do you have any good idea to cross the corpse group tomorrow?" Liu Ying lay on the bed and leaned in Wang Mang's arms. Her voice was a little shaky, and Wang Mang could tell that she was nervous. His arms hugged her shoulders even tighter. He said with a smile, "There will be danger in the zombie crowd tomorrow, but I still have a husband. Don't worry, you should sleep early. You will know tomorrow morning. "

Wang Mang gently patted Liu Ying's smooth and jade-like back. When Liu Ying heard Wang Mang's confident words, she was less worried. She laid in Wang Mang's arms and slowly fell asleep.

Wang Mang saw Liu Ying fall asleep and turned over to get off the bed. He tucked the corner of the bed for her. His bare muscles were full and his angular body gently put on his clothes. He picked up the Ink Dragon Spear and went to the toilet in the private room.

Wang Mang turned on a small flashlight that was not very bright and placed it on the washing table. He sat cross-legged on the smooth floor with the Rank Six Ink Dragon Spear placed horizontally on his legs.

Wang Mang opened his left palm, and with a thought, the dark black worm Insect Mark let out a sparkling light. A golden worm the size of a silkworm the size of an index finger appeared in Wang Mang's palm.

A cold light flashed in Wang Mang's eyes. A man should be a bit more ruthless to him. He lifted the golden Mother Insect and placed it on his left chest. The sharp mouthpart of the Mother Insect. It directly bit through Wang Mang's skin, which was comparable to cowhide. "Humph! Humph!" Wang Mang let out a painful groan.

Half of the body of the Mother Insect, which was as thick as an index finger, drilled into Wang Mang's red muscles and absorbed the blood essence in his heart. Wang Mang's face turned pale, and his body kept trembling. Wang Mang felt that a short minute was as long as a year. Finally, the Mother Insect stopped sucking blood. It crawled out of his flesh and blood.

The Mother Insect's worm body, which had absorbed all the blood essence, became thicker and thicker. The four pairs of suction pads under his body slowly crawled along Wang Mang's body towards the Ink Dragon Spear on his legs. There was a golden Mother Insect lying on top of the black and thick spear shaft. Wang Mang smiled. He tore off the bandage on his arm and wrapped it around the wound. The blood red bandage seemed to have some kind of magical power, only covering the wound where it bled. The wound was no longer painful, it was still a bit numb and itchy.

The Mother Insect lying on the spear shaft suddenly twitched and rolled. It spat out large mouthfuls of blood with golden threads in the red color. The blood flowed on the spear shaft one after another. It was strange that the blood on the spear shaft did not flow down. Instead, it formed a straight line and flowed straight to the end of the spear. There was not much blood. There were eight flamboyant words at the end of the spear. They were covered in golden-red blood, and there wasn't a trace of excess. There wasn't even a trace of error.

At this time, the twitching Mother Insect was no longer able to support it as it continued to lie on the spear shaft. Its worm body was shriveled. Like a dried dead worm, it fell on Wang Mang's leg. Wang Mang picked up the Mother Insect. He could not bear to see it suffer the pain that he and it shared the same life. How could Wang Mang not know? It was just that tomorrow was going to be a fierce battle. In order to protect himself, he had no choice but to use the Blood Controlling Spirit Tool in advance... With a flash of the Insect Mark, the half-dead Mother Insect was kept.

The steps to 'blood' had already been completed, and the next step was to 'control'. Wang Mang stuck the Insect Mark onto the eight blood-covered characters, opened and closed his mouth, and slowly chanted. "Hidden Dragon, Hidden Dragon, where is the Hidden Dragon? The world is so big, where can't the Hidden Dragon be? Artifact Spirit, are you willing to serve me as your master? " The jet-black spear emitted a vibration from a distance, and a sound that was intermittent and sounded like it was coming from a distance. "I... I am willing."

Wang Mang suddenly grabbed the spear's tail with his palm, and the golden-red blood turned into streaks of blood. It stuck tightly to Wang Mang's palm. More accurately, it stuck to the Insect Mark. The eight characters were like a pool of water that slowly faded under the effect of the blood. Replacing them were the four characters that had penetrated into the unyielding bones: Spear Master Wang Mang!

Wang Mang's pale and haggard face suddenly turned red. Half of the blood essence that was originally lost flowed into the Insect Mark from the spear. The flow of blood also created a special spiritual connection between Wang Mang and the long spear on his leg. Wang Mang stood up and held the Ink Dragon Spear in his hand. His mind moved. The two meter long spear became shorter, about 1.8 meters. This length was similar to a short spear, but it could also be used as a javelin.

The thick spear shaft also became thinner, becoming as thick as a pole. However, the weight became even heavier. The original weight of about 100 kilograms directly increased by four times. It became 300 kg. There was a saying that was good. The strength of 10 moves 1 meant that the body had to have 10 points of strength to be able to wield a weapon. For example, if your body's strength is 50 pounds, you can only dance around a weapon that weighs about 5 pounds.

After Wang Mang's level rose to the second step, one of the most obvious changes occurred. It was the improvement of his physical fitness. Continuous advancements in strength might not be obvious for every Rank One. However, as time passed, he became familiar with strength. The strength of one's body would only grow stronger and stronger. Wang Mang's low Rank One strength had already reached more than three thousand Jin with the help of the ant Insect Mark. The strength of his Second Grade body had doubled, and his strength had reached a terrifying 3 tons.

What did 3 tons mean? The weight of a small truck was not even including the explosive force of the attack. Wang Mang could now tear down a house with his bare hands.

A 300 kg long spear, after Wang Mang used 3 tons of physical strength, hit a person's body. Tsk tsk, it was no different from being hit by a heavy truck.

His left hand's fingers nimbly waved this shockingly heavy spirit artifact. The reason spirit artifacts were spirit artifacts... Even if it was because they were powerful, they couldn't escape in three different directions. Weight, change in size, attack of attributes, and the autonomy of the Artifact Spirit...

The most important thing was that the Artifact Spirit had a simple intelligence. It could be thrown not far away, and the weapon could even fly back on its own. It was really convenient.

As for the attack of the attributes, Wang Mang learned from the simple information that the attack of the Artifact Spirit would only be activated when it reached the third step. However, its power was quite strong.

The more Wang Mang looked, the more he liked it. In his previous life, he had never had the chance to obtain a spirit artifact as its owner. A late stage spirit artifact had already risen to 1000 Golden Dragon Coin per stone tablet. Wang Mang really could not afford it.

Looking at his watch, it was almost dawn. Wang Mang stretched his body. He yawned, and with a thought, the long spear in his hand was put into the Storage Ring. There was still a fierce battle to break out of the encirclement tomorrow. He had to sleep early. He gently opened the toilet door.

The bright moon in the sky shone through the window. The gentle moonlight shone on Wang Mang's face. He looked up at the bright moon and prayed silently, hoping that everything would go smoothly tomorrow.

On the ninth day of the post-apocalyptic era, seven o'clock in the morning was also the day Wang Mang and the other two broke out of the encirclement. Wang Mang put on a slightly damaged armor and took off the bandage on his chest. After going around a few rounds and tying it on his forehead, Liu Ying carefully sorted out the necessities in her backpack. She wanted to make sure that the three of them were light and did not suffer from the burden of their luggage.

"Dong, dong. Is Mr. Mang and sister-in-law here? We should leave now," Wang Hu knocked on the door and urged.

"They are here. Ahu, open the door and come in. The door was not locked. Wang Hu saw Liu Ying remove the non-essentials in her backpack and closed the zipper. He handed the backpack to Wang Mang and put it on his back. He weighed it. It wasn't heavy. It was only about ten kilograms.

"Let's go." Wang Mang patted Wang Hu, who was standing at the door, and led the two downstairs. He pointed to the car shed at the entrance of the restaurant and said, "The key to breaking out of the encirclement is here."