Small farmers dominate the deserted island

"Sword success, blood bathing, giving spirit!"

The old man didn't give Chen Yu much time to hesitate. He shouted, and the sword pointed at the embryo of the sword flying into the sky.

Qi and blood churned, and the unhealed wound on Chen Yu's finger rushed out crazy, and the blood column shot towards the sword embryo like a high-pressure water root.

The sword embryo produced a strong adsorption force, and the blood that Chen Yubiao flew out was absorbed into the air to form a blood mist.

The sword embryo flies in the blood mist, bathing in blood and giving spirits!

Ooh!

The sword embryo bathed in the blood mist made the sound of sword scream, like a ghost crying and howling wolf.

The essence and blood were quickly pulled away, and Chen Yu's face changed drastically, and his body was paralyzed like a flat ball.

"Dead old man, stop now, I don't need a shit sword anymore, I will die of blood..."

Chen Yu couldn't speak out, but regretfully shouted and cursed in his heart, and then fell to the ground with a black eye.

The old man is not only a master craftsman, but also a craftsman mad, completely ignoring Chen Yu's life and death, and concentrates on creating the crystal sword.

Falling to the ground, Chen Yu kept hesitating, his fingers were still bleeding out, and he might be sucked up at any time.

The essence and blood that can be sucked out is getting less and less, and eventually it turns from a blood column into a drip.

The old man still didn't mean to stop, and laughed madly, "Hahaha, I didn't expect, I didn't expect to be able to forge a peerless sword in this life, haha..."

Suddenly, the old man spouted a mouthful of blood mist in a frantic laugh, and fell to the ground, dying of anger.

In order to forge a wonderful sword, the old man exhausted his efforts.

Two days after Chen Yu regained consciousness, he was guilty and sad when he learned that the old man had died for forging a great sword.

No matter how good the peerless sword is, it is not as important as a life. The old man died, and Chen Yu only had half his life left.

The price of getting this peerless sword is too great.

To commemorate the old man, Chen Yu named the newly forged crystal sword Weeping Blood.

The blood weeping sword is about a foot long, the whole body is as red as blood, and the sword is as its name.

As for whether the Weeping Blood Sword is far more powerful than the Crystal Sword, Chen Yu is looking forward to it.

Although the sword was successfully forged, he lost too much blood and was very weak, unable to try the sword.

The Weeping Blood Sword was forged by Chen Yu's essence and blood sacrificial sword, and only he could drive it.

Chen Yu needs to recuperate, the sailboat is destroyed, and the group of people can only temporarily trapped in Crystal Island.

Wang Dayu and others cut wood and build ships every day. In order to leave the Crystal Island earlier, none of them was lazy, so much effort and effort.

They are all fishermen, no strangers to shipbuilding, and they have drawings provided by Chen Yu.

Chen Yu remembered the drawings of the steam-powered ship designed by Sister Magnum in his mind. It is not difficult to draw it, but the reality does not allow them to build a steam ship.

A few days later, Mo Yanyan and Mo Ruxue traveled around the entire crystal island, but could not find another survivor.

The secret of the crystal clan became a mystery again due to the death of the old man.

The loss of spiritual power can be quickly recovered through practice or double repair with Mo Yanyan. No matter how severe the injury, Chen Yu can heal quickly, but the essence and blood are almost exhausted and he must slowly recover.

Time flies, and several days have passed in a blink of an eye.

This afternoon, Mo Ruru suddenly ran to Chen Yu to bid farewell, "Brother Yu, I really want to stay with you, but I feel that I have a very important mission to accomplish, so I have to go."

"Mission, what shit mission?"

Chen Yu asked in surprise: "How can you get there without a boat?"

Mo Ruxue shook her head sadly, "I don't know what mission it is. I just feel that something deep in the ocean is calling me. It must have something to do with the bead."

"I can walk on the waves, don't worry, Brother Yu, I am an invincible existence in the sea."

Zi'er has her own mission, Tong Yan has her own mission, and now Mo Ruxue also said that she has a mission to complete.

In addition, Jiang Qingxue, who stayed in Tianqi City, did not come to Chen Yu with Xiao Budian, indicating that she stayed in Tianqi City and became the female city lord who rescued the wounded.

Although Xiao Budian didn't mention Jiang Qingxue a word, Chen Yu didn't ask.

But Chen Yuxin was like a mirror, Jiang Qingxue stayed in Tiangui City, which was almost isolated from the world.

In a sense, Jiang Qingxue also has her own bounden mission.

As a result, Chen Yu was begging to suppress the word "mission", but was helpless and could not force Mo Ruxue.

"Since you are going to leave, let's go, Yan'er, let's send Ruxue off together."

Unable to stay, but to see off, Chen Yu called Mo Yanyan and sent Mo Ruxue all the way to the beach.

"Brother Yu, can you hug me?"

After parting, Mo Ruxue's eyes were ruddy and tearful, looking at Chen Yu pitifully.

"Of course no problem, let's kiss goodbye."

Chen Yu opened his arms and hugged Mo Ruxue in his arms, then lifted her small face, and kissed like a dragonfly.

Mo Ruxue turned her head back and forth with tears wet, and waved goodbye reluctantly, "Brother Yu, we will see you again if we are destined."

Having said that, she jumped up high, landed on the sea and walked on the waves, her figure quickly became smaller and eventually disappeared completely.

"There are too many joys and sorrows in life, so why bother about life and death."

Chen Yu murmured to himself with a wry smile, but also a kind of self-comfort.

Mo Yanyan glanced at Chen Yu with a smile, "Stay here, grandma will catch seafood for you to replenish your body."

"Thank you, Lady Yan'er, for being sure of staying here for her husband and not going anywhere."

Watching Mo Yanyan leaping away happily, Chen Yu stood against the wind, looking at the endless sea, lost in thought, unaware that time was passing quietly.

As it approached dusk, Mo Yanyan returned with a bumper harvest, carrying a few big fish and a basket of big crabs.

In fact, she didn't catch these seafood by herself, but requested them from the temporary camp of Wang Dayu and others.

Seeing Chen Yu standing there like a stake from a distance, Mo Yanyan couldn't help but smiled knowingly, the brat was quite obedient.

Su Yang approached, Chen Yu still stuck there as if rigid, squinting his eyes slightly, looking like he was wandering beyond the sky.

"Hey, what do you think?"

Mo Yanyan asked softly.

"No, there is a problem, there is definitely a problem."

Chen Yu recovered from his contemplation, shook his head and muttered to himself, as if he didn't find Mo Yanyan standing beside him.

"What's wrong, what's the problem? Are you stupid?"

Mo Yanyan asked repeatedly, and Chen Yu kept waving in front of her eyes.

Chen Yu grabbed Mo Yanyan's hand, "That old man is not a real crystal clan."

"Which old man?"

Mo Yanyan asked suspiciously, and then guessed that the "old man" in Chen Yu's mouth refers to the old man who forged the Weeping Blood Sword for him.

Therefore, without waiting for Chen Yu to reply, she immediately asked: "How can you see it?"