Behind her, Sha Sha was sleeping soundly in the Daowen tent, the girl's delicate face looked quiet and beautiful under the moonlight, and the little silver monkey and the dolphin bubbles were huddled together, and they had already finished their cultivation of swallowing the essence of the blood moon, and fell asleep in a ball. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It seems that they don't know about the return of the ink stone knife and the peach wood sword.

Zhou Liang stood up cautiously and observed carefully.

At this time, the peachwood sword seemed to have no change from before, it was still covered with mottled dirt, and there was no longer the earth-shattering supreme aura before, floating quietly beside Zhou Liang, but if you look closely, the mud on Zhou Liang's sword body seems to be a little more than before, but where is it, he really can't say.

Gently holding the peachwood sword in his hand, the familiar cold touch came.

"Old friend, you're finally back! I'm so worried that you'll never appear again!"

His fingers caressed the body of the peachwood sword as if he were caressing the skin of a lover.

Zhou Liang was overjoyed, as if he had seen another old friend, he slightly injected Xuanyin True Qi, that familiar feeling returned, Zhou Liang breathed a sigh of relief, he could be sure that as long as he injected Taoist True Qi with all his strength, he could still excite the supreme power in the Mahogany Sword.

Putting away the peachwood sword, Zhou Liang's gaze fell on the ink stone knife.

At this time, the ink stone knife no longer had the fierce demonic nature that rose to the sky before, and floated gently beside Zhou Liang, like a well-behaved and obedient pet, although there was no mud and dirt, and the blade was extremely smooth, but it was full of cracks, as if it was put together by countless pieces of broken iron, and it could break at any time.

Zhou Liang noticed that there were countless dense blood-colored dao patterns, covering the fragments.

With his attainments in Dao Pattern, he couldn't even tell what kind of Dao Pattern this was.

It is neither the mainstream Dao pattern in the current cultivation realm, nor the ancient and simple Dao pattern, without the slightest power overflowing, as if it is some chaotic pattern, but if you stare at these lines carefully, your vision will be blurred, and the soul of the whole person seems to sink into the blade.

Zhou Liang only took a cursory glance and didn't dare to take a closer look.

This situation reminded Zhou Liang of another thing

In the mysterious cave of the stone cliff of Daniu Village at the foot of Xinyunzong Mountain, the chessboard-like stone table.

That mysterious cave is the source of all Zhou Liang's adventures, in addition to the white liquid that transformed Zhou Liang's body and obtained the old monster of the old man of Yin and Yang, Zhou Liang has another extremely strange existence in it.

It's the stone table.

It is also covered with lines that resemble the pattern of the blade of a black stone knife.

At that time, as long as Zhou Liang looked at the pattern on the stone table chessboard, the whole person would be shaky and faint.

At first, he thought it was because his strength was too low, but later after Zhou Liang entered the innate Dao Spirit realm, he thought that his cognition of Dao patterns was already a small grandmaster, and he had been to that mysterious stone cave many times, but every time he stared at that mysterious pattern, he still felt his soul swaying and his brain fainted.

Coupled with the fact that the old monster of Yin Yang and Yang didn't talk about this stone table chessboard, Zhou Liang vaguely understood that the mysterious pattern lines on it were actually extremely terrifying existences, and it was definitely not something that his current strength could peek into the mystery.

Now the lines on the broken blade of the ink stone knife give Zhou Liang the same feeling as the pattern on the mysterious stone table chessboard.

"Is it the same pattern?"

Zhou Liang guessed in his heart, and suddenly the ghost reached out and grabbed the hilt of the ink stone knife.

It's as if you're holding a ball of hot lava.

Other than that, there was no more reaction.

This ink stone knife, which had burst out with supreme power enough to compete with the peachwood sword, was extremely quiet, and when it was held in Zhou Liang's hand again, there was no rejection.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Zhou Liang even vaguely felt that this ink stone knife was like a living thing, and cheered lowly.

He had the opportunity to observe the ink stone knife so closely.

This crimson knife handle, the thickness of a duck egg, is covered with strange threads, I don't know what material it is made of, it feels very good, and it emits extremely terrifying heat, but it makes Zhou Liang feel extremely comfortable, the blade is more than 30 centimeters wide, counting the handle of the knife is about one meter and a half, and the whole body is red.

The only blade was shattered, and even the blade was cut one by one, as if it would be broken into dozens of pieces and fall to the ground at any time.

Bite!

Zhou Liang flicked his fingers.

The blade of the knife let out a long and gentle sound that was extremely pleasant.

With Zhou Liang's experience from the old man of Yin and Yang, he couldn't even tell what kind of material this knife was made of.

It looks like gold is not gold, like iron is not iron, holding it in the hand is like holding a mustard, light and fluttering without a sense of weight, as long as it is waved lightly, there are suddenly layers of qi waves on both sides of the blade separated, and the sharpness of the broken blade is simply to an unbelievable degree.

"A good knife, it's really a good knife! It's a pity that it's broken, incomplete, it's hard to imagine what kind of power it will have when it's complete!" Zhou Liang was amazed, and couldn't help but finger his fingers and touch it lightly on the blade.

Laugh at!

With a soft sound, Zhou Liang's fingertips were cut, and a bloodstain appeared.

"It's so sharp!" Zhou Liang exclaimed.

The place where his fingers touched was the crack of the blade, and there was no blade, but it actually cut his muscles in an instant.

You must know that after these days of tempering, your physical body is already comparable to the master of the second-layer realm of the Dao Sect Realm, almost invulnerable, invulnerable, even if it is the best magic weapon, you also need to be urged by the master to break your own skin......

This is really a Taoist weapon.

With this knife in hand, even against those Dao Sect realm masters in the future, they can easily break through their defenses.

As the blood stains flowing out of his fingers fell on the body of the ink stone knife, it seeped in little by little, and was completely absorbed by the knife body, and the feeling of blood connection before in Zhou Liang's heart finally became unprecedentedly clear, and it was from the ink stone knife that came out.

Although this was the first time Zhou Liang held the ink stone knife, the indescribable feeling made Zhou Liang feel as if he had finally found a part of his body.

This feeling is almost exactly the same as what Zhou Liang has always felt when he held the peachwood sword.

This ink knife can be used for me!

Zhou conscience was overjoyed.

"I just don't know if the supreme-like power that exploded before in the ink stone knife has ......survived" Zhou Liang tried to inject Taoist true qi into the ink stone knife after careful observation, because the ink stone knife burst out with red light and flame, and the five elements belonged to fire, and what Ding Sohao operated this time was the burning yang true qi of the mirror dantian.

To Zhou Liang's surprise, the material of the ink stone knife was actually wordlessly perfect for the channeling of Taoist true qi, and he just thought that the hot yang true qi entered the knife body smoothly, as if it was flowing in the meridians of his body.

Rumble!

With the injection of the scorching sun's true qi, the ink stone knife changed.

The dense and intricate strange lines of the blade, originally dim like dried blood vessels, suddenly began to light up, as if there were lines of blood flowing along the subtle grooves of the lines, and soon covered the entire blade, and then a thin layer of blood-colored light burst out from the broken knife, faintly completing the remnant of the knife.

Zhou Liang stared blankly at the knife in his hand.

Because the supreme qi that swept the world once again appeared in the world with the mutation of the ink stone knife.

All the sword fragments in the entire Broken Sword World began to tremble and surrender to worship and mourn, trembling and worshipping, as if it was when the Moshi Sword took the initiative to revive against the Peach Wood Sword before, but this time, without the balance of the power of the Peach Wood Sword, the Heavenly Dao Sword Qi that dominated the world completely conquered everything.

Even the turret, which is composed of an unknown number of long knives under his feet, suddenly shines brightly, as if he is a god.

Zhou Liang clearly felt that there was an excited cheer coming out of the blade.

It is as if the dragon that is entangled in the shallows returns to the sea, and it is as if the tiger lost in Pingyang re-enters the mountains and forests.

This is a cheer that is not willing to be lonely.

It is the cheer of the return of the king.

However, with such a knife in his hand, the feeling of looking down on the invincible hand in the world only lasted for less than a moment, and Zhou Liang began to be unbearable.

Because the ink stone knife is like a bottomless pit, frantically absorbing the power of the Yanyang True Qi in his body, in the blink of an eye, he is about to drain the Taoist True Qi in his body, and he is about to suck himself dry, seeing that the Taoist True Qi in the mirror dantian and the six strange veins disappear with a degree visible to the naked eye, and it is about to be exhausted, Zhou Liang's heart was shocked, and he did not dare to slack off, and quickly withdrew the Taoist True Qi.

The ink stone knife dimmed slightly unwillingly.

The blood-colored pattern of the blade, which was originally extremely shiny, turned hazel, without brilliance, and the blade was still broken, as if it was pieced together by dozens of pieces of broken iron.

The blood-colored flame that had completed the broken knife also disappeared.

The ink stone knife reverted to its previous shattered and damaged state, without the slightest power leaking out.

Ordinary people can't see what kind of incredible power it contains, Zhou Liang believes that if he throws the ink stone knife on the side of the road, most people will be interested in it, and it is too bad to pick it up and sell scrap iron.

Zhou Liang couldn't help laughing.

The peachwood sword in his right hand and the ink stone knife in his left hand may look a little worse, but the power of this pair of swords is enough to regret the masters of the high-level Dao sect, they will become Zhou Liang's biggest hole cards, this pair of swords in hand, although the northern region is large, but Zhou Liang can also go everywhere.

"As a mirror image of yin and yang, there was only a peachwood sword before, and there has always been a long knife comparable to the peachwood sword, and the time knife barely took advantage of it, but it was still broken, and now with the inkstone knife, it finally made up for his wish......" Zhou Liang was really satisfied.

When the old man of Yin and Yang comes to his senses, he can consult this old monster.

See if there is a way to remove the mud and dirt on the peach wood sword, and complete the ink stone knife, when the power of this pair of swords will definitely be doubled, maybe you can enter the list of Taoist weapons, then it can really be regarded as a complete merit.

In the midst of Zhou Liang's laughter, Sha Sha opened her eyes and woke up.

The long night finally passed, and there was a ray of golden-red sunlight in the sky, shining through the clouds in the distance, shining on Zhou Liang's body, and the whole person and the peachwood sword and ink stone knife in his hand were dyed with a layer of golden-red light.

Sasha's eyes widened, and she was stunned.

But at this time, all of a sudden, the turret under his feet suddenly began to shake gently, and then became more and more violent, as if it was about to collapse, shaking the sleeping little silver monkey and bubbles to wake up.

"Monkey, what's going on,, there's an earthquake, everyone, run for your life!" the monkey shouted as he opened his eyes in a daze.

"Hey quack!" Bubbles jumped directly onto the back of the spirit monkey, signaling the little silver monkey to quickly instigate its wings to escape.

This pair of unreliable fools.

Zhou Liangxin was also shocked.

After the Moshi Knife completely lost its magic power, the Dota was undergoing some kind of change, and now it looked like it was about to collapse.

This is no joke.

The suppressive power of heaven and earth here is so huge, if you fall from such a high space, the master of the Dao Sect level will also fall to death, Zhou Liang did not hesitate, and rushed over to carry Sha Sha on his back as soon as possible, and was about to go down the blade stairs......

But at this time, the Dota finally began to tilt, and the huge tower slowly collapsed towards the west!

Zhou Liang could only hold on to Sha Sha tightly, and with his other hand grabbed the blood-colored rock at the top of the Dotta, fixed his body on the top of the Dotta, and let the Dotta tilt towards the ground, adapting to the situation.

But what he didn't expect was that the toppling of the dot tower was not drastic, but maintained an extremely slow degree all the time, as if an invisible force was manipulating it, rather than the pull of gravity.

This process lasted for a whole hour.

An hour later, this strange turret, composed of an unknown number of long knives, finally slammed into the ground with a bang.

Metals resonate, and various metal fragments burst into the air.

A long knife with a handle splattered and shattered.

At this moment, the thousands of long knives that made up the turret spread out like a splash of water, and at the same time turned into pieces of silver shining metal, none of which was intact.

Zhou Liang jumped to the ground the moment the Dota landed.

When I looked up again, a purple spatial vortex door appeared in front of me.

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