It's really wonderful!

If the demon sword and blood rain are not worthy of the word "wonderful", then no spiritual weapon in this world can afford these two words.

Not only was the life of Tianzhi Pai Feng Yu wonderful enough, but even the years after he cast a pill and became a knife, he could still bear the word "wonderful". From then on, the demon sword accompanied Qiu Yinniang for thousands of years, until she was despised by the tribes of the six realms and strangled together, she could be said to be traversing the six realms and unstoppable.

How many saintly powerful people, even the most holy true king, were frightened when they heard Qiu Yinniang's name, and were frightened when they saw the scimitar!?

The battles that have been experienced are countless and extremely brilliant.

It is said that at the last moment of Qiu Yinniang, the monks in the six realms sacrificed three heavenly-level artifacts, namely Fang Yuan, Human Emperor, and Ice Soul, and dispatched more than ten most holy powerful men, Fang Wen was better than her.

Finally, the knife is broken and the person is killed!

Such past can also be worthy of the word "exciting".

......

Yun Beige smiled at the sky, his eyes full of relief.

In fact, he shouldn't have done this.

As soon as the demon sword appeared, everyone in the world was shocked.

This is the only surviving heavenly magic weapon in the world. When it fell into the hands of him, a mortal. It can be said that Yun Beige's life had to count down according to his breath from the moment the demon sword was born.

But the rustic doesn't care.

When his hand was placed on the blade of Blood Rain and sensed the moment the sword spirit sensed, when he saw Blood Rain's life on the blade spirit, he had already planned to do this.

Because after the master died and was covered with dust for tens of thousands of years, what he needed most was not a master who understood it, but an opportunity to reappear his might.

Besides, who said that Yun Beige had to keep the demon sword and it was raining blood?

Just as everyone was immersed in the magic sword vision, just as Yun Beige hadn't read enough and wanted to show off for a while, a voice suddenly rang in his mind:

"Bastard, why don't you run away quickly?"

Yun Beige was stunned and then reacted, "Oh..."

He pulled up Qin Fei, greeted Jiaoying and Hongcai, and was about to run away.

In my mind... "Pig brain, throw the demon knife!!"

"oh!"

When the country bumpkin thought, how could he forget this?

Finally, he took a look at the broken demon sword. Blood Rain, and just caught up with Wei Wuji by his side. Without saying a word, he stuffed it into his arms.

"I've given it to you!"

After saying that, he ran away in the blink of an eye, and there was no sign of people.

Wei Wuji held the demon sword and was still immersed in the strange phenomena in the sky. He didn't know that he was going to be in trouble.

After the Tubi and Concubine Qin ran for a while, they had already boarded the Lingyun Pavilion spirit ship, the vision of the Blood Rain Sword Spirit in the sky slowly subsided and slowly dissipated.

All the monks on Shang Island were obsessed with each other and could not return to their souls for a long time.

After a while, in the sky that was restored to normal, several long rainbows arrived instantly with supreme spiritual power.

It was the depths of the Great Lakes that all the forces participating in the God-casting Event had discovered a strange phenomenon on the Shang Island, and they even sensed that the spirit of the weapon was born and rushed over quickly.

Several returning to the void and several Mahayana are the peak combat powers of the human world, and they all disperse their spiritual consciousness and investigate the source of the strange phenomena.

Wei Wuji finally came to his senses and looked at the sky blankly, "Where is the spirit of the weapon? Just... have it just dispersed like this?"

Of course it has dispersed, otherwise where can we go?

They saw the scimitar with their own eyes blasting the scimitar with one finger. The so-called "Does of people die and the way of destroying spirits" is common sense.

Thinking of this... Wei Wuji yelled, "This loser!!"

That's the Heavenly Level Artifact Spirit! It's just ruined!? Just to pretend to be a fool!?

"Grandma! What kind of fuck is this strange thing popping out of the crack of the stone!?"

The waves are endless and the curses are endless.

But......

But Wei Wuji found something was wrong?

No one responded, and whether it was Aoki Ziying, the melon-eating monks who had just arrived here, or the powerful sects who rushed to the air, they all used... to look at him with an ambiguous and greedy look.

"What are you looking at me?"

Wei Wuji was a little confused, "I...I have a lover."

OK, it's quite funny.

Unfortunately, Aoki Ziying and the others really can't laugh!

He stiffened his body and pointed to Wei Wuji's arms.

"What's wrong?" Wei Wuji was confused and looked down at it. It didn't matter if he didn't look, and he howled out with a howl.

"Oh fuck!!"

I was about to throw it out, but unfortunately it was too late.

Several lights and shadows in the air, countless melon-eating monks watching, started moving almost at the same time, and rushed towards Wei Wuji.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Wuji, the eldest son of the Great Wei Dynasty, was buried alive.

Drowning before the crowd, Wei Wuji shouted: "Damn your uncle's country bumpkin..."

......

When Aoki Ziying and the others "dig" Prince Wei from the crowd, Prince Wei had no choice but to vent and no intake. The two ribs were broken and there was no complete one.

If Master Qingmu Zizhu and Master Qingmu Ziying had not come out of the Medicine King Valley, they always had high-level elixirs around them and had learned a lot of immortal methods to heal, so they would probably have lived here.

And it's the kind that doesn't even need to take pictures of graves.

As for the demon sword and blood rain, it goes without saying that most of the cultivators who were fighting for were just a big shot. In the end, they fell into the hands of powerful sects such as the Divine Craftsman Sect, Craftsman Pavilion, and Divine Sword Sect.

At this time, Prince Wei was lying on the side and rolled his eyes. Several elders of the Shenjiang Sect, as well as the master of the Jianxin Pavilion, the deacon of the Shenjian Sect, etc., were holding a scimitar. More than ten dead claws were trembling.

Elder of the Shenjiang Sect: "Demon Sword. Blood Rain! It's actually the Demon Sword Blood Rain!!"

Master Jianxin Pavilion, "Look, the spirit of the weapon is still there!"

The Great Deacon of the Divine Sword Sect: "It's gone, the blade is broken, and the weapon spirit is still there? I guess the vision just now is the last bit of spiritual power of the demon sword weapon spirit."

When the Lord of Jianxin Pavilion heard this, his heart was bleeding and he cursed: "Which ignorant bastard broke the blade!?"

Wei Wuji rolled his eyes and suddenly became energetic and said, "The little sixth son of the country bumpkin!!"

After saying that, damn it! I was dizzy.

Qingmu Zizhu and others were speechless immediately. What a deep resentment from Prince Wei!

"Little Six?"

The elders of Shenjiang Sect and others finally noticed this name, and after asking, they learned all the happenings in the market just now.

"The rustic bull! The rustic bull! Big rustic bull!!" The elder of the Shenjiang Sect could no longer help but cursed wildly, "This rustic bull should be torn to pieces!!"

The spirit of the heavenly-level artifact! It is a priceless treasure, which ruined the rusty bull's body.

The only use is to ask everyone to watch a fantasy blockbuster?

"Don't let me meet that boy, I'm not...I'm not..." The old guy was so angry that he couldn't even say the second half of the sentence.

As a result, Prince Wei, who was in a coma, suddenly replied, "Fuck him to death!"

......

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The Tubi and others who rushed to Lingyun Pavilion Lingzhou were settled by Hongcai.

Although Hongcai was shocked by the scene on Shang Island, he could barely accept it.

Just like Yun Beige's infatuated silly look just now, it's not surprising that he did anything, let alone released a spirit of weapon.

There were no outsiders around, and Kouying and Qin Fei, who were in the cabin, looked at the rustic bull with a strange look on their faces.

Uncle Kouying was extremely annoying, "Why? You just take it and leave. Who knows that you have obtained the Heavenly Level Artifact!?"

"The spirit of the weapon has scattered, the knife has been thrown away, and I've given the money to others. What are you trying to do?"

Well, for the money-loving Kouying, it doesn’t matter whether the instrument is powerful or not. He doesn’t understand what that thing is useful.

What he felt sorry for was the money, even though he didn't spend his money.

Concubine Qin also frowned and looked at the rustic, not understanding why he did this.

But I saw the rustic bumble smile mysteriously, and suddenly pulled open the collar of the clothes, revealing his chest like a knife and axe.

"Who said the spirit of the weapon has dispersed?"

“!!!”

"!!!"

Kouying and Concubine Qin were shocked and saw that in front of Yun Beige's chest, a ghost-faced war pattern covering his chest was exactly the same as the ghost-faced sword spirit in the blood-colored sky.

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Chapter completed!