"Is he... still alive?" Zhang Ye asked.

[It should still be alive,] An Ye said slowly: [It is probably in that blood-colored cage.]

As he said that, he shook his head: [Don't worry about those, this head has a great effect.]

[You first understand the sword intent above, and then transfer the skull. This bone is extremely hard and can be used to make weapons.]

[Such a large skull is enough to make weapons to arm thousands of people.]

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "It feels so cunning to use other people's skulls as weapons. Will it be entangled by its ghosts?"

[I'm afraid of being a hairy person. As our enemy, we drink the enemy's blood and chew the enemy's generals. These are casual things. What is a mere skull for weapons?]

[Besides, it really dares to come. The heroic souls on this land will make it die again.]

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ye nodded and began to comprehend the sword intent remaining on the skull.

How to understand?

Just stare at it, otherwise what else can you do? Can you eat it?

Alas, wait...eat?

Zhang Ye's eyes suddenly lit up: "Can this sword intent... be eaten?"

An Ye was stunned and then said: [On ordinary people, I would advise him to eat if he wants to die, but if it is you...]

【I think it can be tried.】

[Your body is like a furnace of heaven and earth. It should not be difficult to melt the sword intent and turn it into your own use.]

"How do you want to eat it? Do you just chew it?"

[Then your mouth will probably be torn to pieces by the sword intent,] An Ye said: [I suggest that you activate the power of the law to wrap the sword intent, see if you can separate it, and then put it into your belly under the law.]

[Or ask your wife to try it out if you can ignore the damage of the sword intent.]

Zhang Ye decisively chose the latter, after all, his control over the laws is not strong enough to compete with the sword intent.

If you really want to calculate it, his law power may be only at level 10, at level 11 or 2.

And the physical level can reach level 16.

But when he touched it before, the sword intent easily broke his defense and left a wound on his hands.

So if nothing unexpected happens, the power of the law has not exceeded 20 levels, so it should be impossible to withstand the sword intent, but it should be enough with the help of white.

After telling Bai the way, Bai immediately patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me!"

As she said that, a white light flashed on her body, covering Zhang Ye.

In an instant, Zhang Ye's perspective turned gray again.

It seems that I have entered the white world.

Zhang Ye nodded and tried to put his hand on the broken sword intent.

This time, no injuries.

When the sword intent struck Zhang Ye's palm, there was no feeling.

Zhang Ye was very happy and immediately opened his mouth.

With the blessing of Bai's power, Zhang Ye's law triggered seemed to be ignored by the sword intent. Therefore, when the law wrapped the sword intent, the sword intent was not at all restless, very calm, like a water surface without any waves.

If Zhang Ye had to do it himself, the sword intent would probably be like a turbulent situation. I would give him a few tricks.

After quickly using the laws to wrap the sword intent and put it into the abdomen, Zhang Ye's body immediately began to refine the sword intent like a furnace.

The surrounding spiritual energy and laws began to gather towards Zhang Ye and turned into a vortex of spiritual laws in a radius of several miles.

When the Chinese soldiers who had just landed on the island saw it, they were shocked and hurriedly ran towards the center of the island, wanting to see what was going on.

However, when they saw Zhang Ye, they showed a sudden enlightenment.

Xiao Taotie is eating abnormally again.

After all, Zhang Ye digested this way when he eliminated abnormalities in the past.

Moreover, the video of Zhang Ye's elimination of abnormalities has been used as a textbook for the military to learn, so many people have seen this movement.

If it was Xiao Taotie, then there should be no problem.

So everyone didn't dare to disturb him, so they watched Zhang Ye sitting cross-legged beside the skull from a distance.

He seemed to have entered a state of selflessness.

He saw a couple of pictures.

He was a boy wearing a scattered burlap, looking like he was twelve or thirteen years old.

He was holding a wooden sword in his hand, constantly waving it, and the sword moves were extremely gorgeous.

He was so proud of his ability at such a young age.

Until one day, he met a man.

The man was wearing a black outfit, unable to see his face clearly, and had a black long sword around his waist.

The boy suddenly became interested and shouted that he wanted to compete with the man in swords.

But the man shook his head and said that his sword moves were gorgeous and unreal, and that there was only a dead end to the real killer sword skills.

The boy didn't believe it until the man cut off the mountains with one sword.

The boy believed it and wanted to worship the man as his teacher.

But the man just left a sentence: "Shall swing your sword for a moment."

After saying that, he left.

That's it? The boy began to wave his sword. Even if he was eating, drinking, drinking, and was always immersed in wielding his sword.

At the beginning, he used various ways to swing his sword, but it was still fancy.

But gradually, his fancy styles became much less and his sword skills became more and more fierce.

In the end, only the simplest sword moves were left, pricking, chopping, and cutting...

He spent spring, summer, autumn and winter, his hair gradually grew and the fallen leaves had covered his small yard.ωωw.Bibǒqétν.℃ǒM

He is an orphan, no one cares about it, and it is precisely because of this that he can practice swords so freely.

He keeps practicing, always practicing.

Waving the sword a million times, tens of millions, billions of times...

It's like there's no concept of time.

He grew a beard.

From a teenager to a young man.

From youth to prime.

Finally, he changed from being middle-aged to being old.

He is old, very old, so old that the village he once lived in has disappeared.

Only he was still wielding his sword.

The hand, which was like a dead tree, seemed to be unable to hold even the bowl of drinking water, but when he picked up the sword, it was like a steel claw, and it did not move at all.

His sword has slowed down, very slowly.

The lighter the wind blows, the lighter his sword will be.

The slower the snow falls, the slower his sword will be.

Finally, his life is approaching.

But he still did not put down his sword.

Instead, he closed his eyes and slowly danced the sword blade along the wind and snow.

He seemed to be waiting.

His breathing became slower and slower.

His heartbeat was getting lighter and lighter.

He is almost dying.

He is still waiting.

What are you waiting for?

He didn't know either.

All he knew was to swing the sword, and he kept swinging the sword.

Suddenly, the wind changed, the snow disappeared, and it started to rain.

The rain was just a drizzle, but gradually it turned into moderate rain, heavy rain, and heavy rain.
To be continued...