There was a fierce battle in Xiong Bu's brain, and the remnant soul of resentment sensed the powerful suction from the soul technique, desperately trying to dodge, and scurrying wantonly in Xiong Bu's brain. [Latest chapter reading.]

Mu Tian's pupils froze, and the light of delusion suddenly shot into Xiong Bu's blind brain, joining the block.

The stalemate did not last, and the remnants of the soul were taken away, and the power of the pure soul was dispersed, nourishing Xiong Bu's somewhat damaged soul, and he gradually woke up.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh, especially Niu Buhan and Pig were not stupid, their eyes when they looked at Mu Tian changed, before they only followed the orders of the Lion Mad Elder to protect Mu Tian regardless of their lives, but now they took the initiative, after stepping into the forbidden realm, not only did they not help Mu Tian much, but they also received this favor, and they did not have the slightest resistance to this human being.

"Everyone rest in place, the energy here can be absorbed, don't have any scruples in your heart, recover as soon as possible" The energy that Mu Tian said is, of course, the ghost power.

Everyone sincerely believes in Mu Tian's words, and they do not hesitate, according to their words and deeds.

Only then did he have time to look at what he was holding, and at first glance he couldn't help but be disappointed.

This thing is a broken knife, except for the handle, only one foot long, but the whole body is rusty, the fingers are gently rubbed, the rust will easily fall off, the whole scrap copper rotten iron.

Mu Tian couldn't help but smile bitterly, even if this knife is a divine weapon, but after tens of thousands of years of vicissitudes, the sharpness has long ceased to exist, and now it can remain immortal, which can only show that its material is a fork.

But in any case, this is also an ancient relic, and it is a pity to abandon it, and the right should be kept as a souvenir.

The blade of the "Zheng" trembled slightly, but he didn't enter the domain ring.

Mu Tian was shocked, his face changed drastically, there were only two kinds of things that could not be included in the domain ring, one was a living creature with the breath of life and wisdom, and the other was a thing with a master.

First of all, he ruled out the second case, the owner of this knife is a figure tens of thousands of years ago, and it was found on the cave wall, which is enough to show that its owner has fallen in the great war 10,000 years ago, and it has become an ownerless thing, so only the first case remains, this knife is a living thing.

But he couldn't sense the breath of life coming from the knife at all, could it be that this knife had a spirit.

As soon as he thought of this, Mu Tian suddenly felt that his chest was like a lightning strike, and the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and a terrifying green light burst out in his eyes.

"The sword spirit, it's actually the sword spirit"

Everything in the world has spirituality, but some are called "dead things" because their intelligence is so low that it can be ignored, but if these "dead things" are given the opportunity, they still have the opportunity to evolve their own intelligence, but the conditions for this evolution are extremely harsh, and it takes a long time, and the probability of success is extremely low.

However, this knife meets all the harsh conditions, and perfectly evolves the spiritual intelligence, the knife itself is a killing thing, absorbing fierce qi, and strengthening itself in the continuous bloody killing. Although this is unconscious, it is also unavoidable, and the dust of this knife has been sealed here for 10,000 years, and the surrounding resentment and residual thoughts have also provided it with a steady stream of energy, so good luck has generated spiritual wisdom.

This result is accidental and inevitable.

However, there is also a possibility that this knife was given a sword spirit by its owner at the beginning of casting, and as a sword spirit, it may be the remnant soul of a strong man after his death, or it may be the beast soul of a demonic beast.

But no matter what the sword spirit is, it is cruel and murderous, and it is extremely ferocious.

As for what kind of situation this sword spirit is, there is no way to verify it after several years.

This knife is rusted like this, and it is already very strong if it is broken without touching it, but the knife spirit still does not give up, which is even more rare.

"Dao Spirit, I admire your loyalty, are you willing to follow me to see the light of day again, to exalt the world, and to make all living beings tremble under your killing" Mu Tian gently rubbed the blade of the knife, almost muttering, as he wiped it, the rust whizzed down, Mu Tian's heart was shocked, for fear that the knife would be destroyed.

The blade was ringing again, this was a signal of excitement, the knife spirit actually understood what Mu Tian meant, but he still misunderstood, Mu Tian actually wanted the knife spirit to take the initiative from this knife, and when he found the divine soldier, he integrated into it, but his wishful thinking knocked very loudly, but the knife spirit did not buy it.

Mu Tian didn't dare to force it, for fear of arousing the ferocious nature of the sword spirit, so he had to use the last trick to confess the lord with blood.

After that, he became the owner of this knife, and naturally the master of the sword spirit. Although after getting acquainted with each other, he was confident that he could persuade the sword spirit to "convert", and even if he couldn't, he could put it into the domain ring, which was better than holding it in his hand.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look down, trying to find a place with less rust on the knife, so that my essence and blood could seep in.

At this time, the blood on the knife flashed, his eyes suddenly condensed, and with his unintentional wiping, the blade revealed a touch of blood red, which was definitely not rust.

Mu Tian's heartbeat unconsciously quickened slightly, and a touch of red tide welled up on his face, and with a thought, he took out a drop of water spirit from the domain ring, gently dripped it on the blade, took out a rag, and wiped it delicately.

The rust became less and less, and the dark red color became thicker and thicker, and after a while, the rust was gone, and the entire blade of the knife became a blood-red color.

The blade is like blood, smooth as a mirror, and the broken edge is like new, as if it has just been broken.

Mu Tian's heart was agitated, after the rust was removed, the whole knife suddenly turned around one hundred and eighty degrees, and it was completely transformed.

Raising the knife and slashing lightly on the ground: "Snort" is so hard that even the domain emperor powerhouse can't leave a trace on the ground in response, and a shallow scratch is so shocking in Mu Tian's eyes.

He didn't use half of his strength at all, he completely dragged the knife away by the weight of the blade, and he didn't expect to be able to cause such a visual impact, if he shot with all his might

Thinking of this, Mu Tian couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and felt a fear from the depths of his soul for the sharpness of the knife, looking at the blood red, his heart was intoxicated.

This is a divine weapon, but it is like a magic knife, a knife of killing.

A drop of essence blood was forced out from the fingertip and dripped on the blade.

"Hum" a dragon roar, like a roar, like a ghost crying sound from the knife, suddenly blood light, Mu Tian's whole person bathed in blood light.

The excitement from the sword spirit clearly entered Mu Tian's brain, it was a bloodthirsty excitement, it was a kind of killing tragedy.

Essence blood poured into the blade like water arrows, and Mu Tian's face showed a pale color of excessive blood loss, but it did not stop it, the magic knife had not drunk blood for ten thousand years, and now it was in extreme hunger and thirst, how could it do it if it was not satisfied.

With the injection of essence blood, the blade seemed to have come to life, and there were thousands of demon shadows flashing in the blood, and the whole knife looked dense, giving people an unreal feeling.

The movement here woke up the people who were cultivating, and they looked at it intently, and suddenly they were fascinated, and there was a look of confusion in their eyes.

"Roar"

With a roar, the Mutian Tiger rescued everyone from being lost, lifted his knife and jumped up, burrowed into the hole and reversed upward, and rushed into the soul.

The magic knife that saw the light of day trembled excitedly, these unjust souls were absolutely great supplements for it, and without waiting for Mu Tian to swing the knife, it actually took the initiative to drag Mu Tian to pounce on the unjust souls.

Bursts of terrible screams suddenly came out of the cave, and the yin wind was blowing, and the souls gathered together to resist to the death, not to be swallowed by the magic knife.

The magic knife was murderous and arrogant, and it actually let go of these unjust souls and absorbed the ghostly power in the cave instead.

The loss of essence blood made Mu Tian's head heavy, if it weren't for the magic knife dragging, he would probably have fallen to the ground unconscious, but even so, he didn't mean to stop it, this is the process of recognizing the master, or it can also be said that the magic knife is a test for his new master, he can't give up halfway.

The unjust soul also has its instinct to kill, and when he saw that he couldn't fight against the magic knife, he vented all his grievances on Mu Tian, bypassed the magic knife, and roared towards Mu Tian.

The "Zheng" magic knife trembled, and suddenly the blood light was filled, enveloping Mu Tian in it, and any unjust souls who rushed over were illuminated by the blood light, and they were wiped out in an instant.

"Even if you still have some righteous anger" Mu Tian praised loudly, and couldn't help but quickly shut up, for fear that if his strength was discharged, he would faint.

After a while, the magic knife seemed to have eaten and drunk enough, no longer drinking blood, nor absorbing the power of the surrounding ghosts and ghosts, but emitted a soft red light, enveloping Mu Tian in it, and a trace of pure energy flowed back down his hand holding the knife, pouring into his body.

The energy contains the soul power of the unjust soul, the power of the ghost, and the power of the essence blood of the herd.

Mu Tian laughed, and quickly fell down with the magic knife, falling on the ground, in fact, he wanted to swing a few knives, but he was afraid of destroying the hole, as long as he forcibly suppressed this impulse.

As soon as the mind moved, the blood disappeared and returned to the color of blood red, at first glance, there was not the slightest strangeness, but everyone knew that this knife was full of magic.

"Is this a knife?" Qing'er asked with trepidation as she looked at the dull magic knife.

Mu Tian smiled and stretched out his hand to hand it over: "You can see for yourself."

"Zheng" vibrato, almost out of his hand, stabbed at the lover.

Mu Tian hurriedly withdrew his hand, stroked the blade of the knife, and said gently: "Man, these are our friends, you can't go crazy, otherwise you will be included in the domain ring and discarded."

Everyone looked at Mu Tian's movements in amazement, this guy actually talked to a knife, isn't it a little stupid.

But what frightened them was still behind, as if they understood what Mu Tian meant, the bloody killing intent on the magic knife disappeared in an instant, trembling slightly, dragging Mu Tian to Qing'er, in the little girl's somewhat frightened eyes, gently patted her shoulder a few times, as if comforting.

Not only was everyone surprised, but Mu Tian was also amazed, the wisdom of this sword spirit was too high, except for not being able to speak, he actually knew everything.

"Can I touch it" Qing'er is pure in nature, and seeing the kindness of the magic knife, she actually forgot her previous fear and made this request.

"Of course" Mu Tian smiled faintly, reversed the blade, and handed it over.

Qing'er was about to grasp the handle of the knife, but there was a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"Hey, there's a word here, Tu"

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