"Knives." Yang Jian kicked away the badly injured banshee next to the knife. The banshee was already seriously injured, not far from death, and the vitality of the demon was tenacious, if it was a human, it would have bled to death a long time ago.

If this is the case, now if you bear Yang Jian's kick again, you will also end your life.

Yang Jian picked up the knife and leaned on his arms, "Dao'er, can I call you that?" Dao'er smiled slightly, "Dang...... Of course...... OK. ”

"I'm sorry I couldn't take you away." Yang Jian said guiltily. Dao'er shook his head with difficulty and said, "No, you can...... Living to this day, I ...... It's very, very satisfied, if it weren't for you, Dao'er would have been humiliated to death before, and he could live a little longer, and kiss ...... Seeing that the people who have been bullying Dao'er since they were children have been killed, Dao'er has ...... It's already satisfying. ”

"Nope." Yang Jian shook his head, what is this? I was killed by someone, and I was satisfied, how could there be such a stupid person in the world, "stupid." ”

"If you still have any wishes, tell me, and I will help you complete it." This was the last thing Yang Jian could do for Dao'er.

"Yours, eyes...... It's beautiful! Dao'er didn't answer Yang Jian's question, he looked at Yang Jian's left eye and said.

"How lucky, ...... at last The moment is still ...... Can you still ...... I met you......" Dao'er said, and was about to touch Yang Jian's face, but before his hand was raised in the air, he hung down weakly, and his eyes dimmed.

"Knives!" Yang Jian let out a sad cry and reached out to hold the small hand where the knife was falling. However, Yang Jian found that what he was holding was actually a knife hilt.

Suddenly, Yang Jian understood. At this moment, Yang Jian understood everything - it turned out that it was not that he had crossed over, but that he had fallen into an illusion. And this illusion turned out to be created by the knife in his hand.

It turned out that this thirtieth layer was not a teleportation array, but an altar. Although the ground was also engraved with the same complex arcane patterns, Yang Jian, who had seen the teleportation array, could still see the difference between the two.

In the center of the altar, there is a demonic Japanese sword, and Yang Jian is standing next to the knife, holding a Japanese sword in one hand.

This is a Muramasa demon knife, but unlike the demon knife that Yang Jian knows, the handle of this demon knife is actually pink, even if the thirty layers of light are dim, the blade still reflects a faint cold light.

Yang Jian pulled out the knife, and the word "Muramasa" came into view. "Sure enough, it's a Muramasa knife, but how can the Muramasa knife have a red hilt, it looks like it should be made for girls." Yang Jian thought of the Rain Tears Sakura, and so far there is no good one to take advantage of, and it should be a good match to buy this knife for the Rain Tears Sakura.

Yang Jian stroked the blade of the knife and felt the temperature of the knife. A good knife deserves a soul of its own. It is extremely difficult to cultivate an ordinary sword soul, and the condition is that the knife is made by hand, and the skill needs to be extremely exquisite.

There is also the cultivation of the relationship between people and the knife, their own stroking of the knife, trial rubbing, fighting with the knife, and so on. Some even sacrifice knives with blood, so that the knives can drink enough of their own blood before opening......

After a very long process, a knife can have a soul of its own, and it will be more convenient to use, just like using one's own body. Although for people with low strength, there is not much difference in the strength of the sword soul, but for the master, it is already very difficult to improve the strength at this time, if you have the sword soul, you can seize the opportunity when you can fight at the same level, and even be able to turn defeat into victory.

However, this knife is so extraordinary, it can create an illusion, and people above the realm of peeping into the sky can hide it, and even the spiritual sense can't tell the truth or falsehood, which is absolutely extraordinary.

"Although you are the Muramasa Demon Knife, there is more than one Muramasa Demon Knife in the world, and a real knife should have its own name, so I will call you the Nine-Tails!" Yang Jian thought of the sword in the illusion, the poor girl who was spurned by the shemale clan because of her life, and it should be one of her dreams to become the Nine-Tails.

"Hum ......" may have heard Yang Jian's words, and "Nine-Tails" let out a gentle knife sound, and the sword inscription on the knife body also changed from Muramasa to Nine-Tails. "Knife, is that you?" Yang Jian muttered softly. However, the Nine-Tails didn't react at all, as if the sword roar just now was an illusion.

It seems that he can't just give her away, this is already a knife with her own soul, and since she has identified herself, she has to be responsible for her. If she agrees to follow the rain and tears, she will give it away, otherwise, she will always carry it with her.

Because even Bizen Captain Hikaru didn't have his own sword soul, and Yang Jian just used her as an ordinary weapon.

Yang Jian exhaled slowly, he didn't expect that a small Japanese stronghold would have such a treasure, and for some reason, they didn't take it with them when they evacuated.

The sound of fighting from downstairs woke up Yang Jian, by the way, he was still in a Japanese base, such a dangerous place, and the purpose of his coming here was to find Wang Tian and them, but there was no extra time to be in a daze.

This is like a dream, Yang Jian already knew when he woke up that he had been in the illusion for a long time, but in reality it was only a momentary thing.

In reality, it was only a little more time for Yang Jian to walk from the stairs to the center of the room and hold the Nine-Tails. Compared to the fantasy, it can be described as extremely short and short.

Downstairs, the fight between the dragon and the Japanese continues. Yang Jian looked left and right, and found that Wang Tian and the others were actually all around him, but they all had their eyes closed, their expressions were different, and they all looked like they were still addicted to the illusion.

It's strange, the nine-tails have been pulled out by themselves, it stands to reason that the environment should be over, but why haven't they come to their senses?

In this case, Yang Jian didn't dare to wake them up rashly, since they were all fine now, and he had heard the situation upstairs clearly, let's go down first to see how Aolong was doing, maybe he could help him, one more person would at least have more strength, and the situation here still needs Aolong to make a decision.

Yang Jian was about to leave, but the formations in the room suddenly lit up, Yang Jian was shocked, and planned to leave here quickly, but found that he couldn't run out, and the reason was the nine tails in his hands.

The Nine-Tails seemed to be fixed in mid-air, no matter how Yang Jian pulled, he didn't move, and just when Yang Jian was about to give up, the Nine-Tails suddenly moved—an irresistible force came from the knife, carrying Yang Jian forward, and then the Nine-Tails inserted back into its place.

Yang Jian didn't know what was going on, I don't care if it's a blessing or a curse, I can dodge it. Yang Jian wanted to let go of the Nine-Tails and leave here, but found that his hand seemed to be glued to the hilt of the knife, and he couldn't let go of his hand, so he could only hold it tightly.

Just when Yang Jian was worried, a powerful force passed through the Nine Tails into his arm, and then flowed into his whole body along the meridians.

Yang Jian felt this powerful energy in horror, such a powerful energy his meridians could not withstand it, and if he continued like this, he might break his tendons and veins.

"Damn, let go!" Yang Jian struggled desperately, and the meridians had already penetrated an unbearable feeling of swelling pain, which was a stinging pain that spread throughout the body, because the tendons and veins were all over the body, even in the brain.

However, no matter how Yang Jian struggled, it was to no avail. "Ah......" Yang Jian felt that his whole body was about to explode, and the energy was constantly surging from the Nine Tails, and Yang Jian didn't know where to get so much energy, and after instilling it for so long, there was no tendency to weaken at all.

"It's over, it's over this time, if it goes on like this, it will definitely break all the muscles and veins, and if it doesn't work, it will lose all its skills, maybe it will become a wasted person, and the lower half of the body will be paralyzed in bed, and I don't have any relatives and friends, who will take care of myself?" Yang Jian cried out in his heart, why was he so unlucky, a catastrophe had just passed, and a catastrophe had come again.

"Dao'er, if you have a spirit in the sky, help me, I don't want to die so miserably, it's too embarrassing to die like this, right?" Yang Jian said to the Nine-Tails in his hand.

Maybe it was because he heard Yang Jian's voice, and the power coming from the Nine Tails suddenly changed—it's just that it's not weaker but stronger. "I'm dizzy, stop the knife, stop, I'm going to die."

Yang Jian's meridians were constantly expanded, then repaired by the abundant aura, and then expanded again...... However, the elasticity of the human body is always limited, although Yang Jian's tendons and veins have been expanded a lot, but this time the strength suddenly increases, and cracks have appeared in Yang Jian's meridians, which are completely prelude to breaking.

Yang Jian continued to compress the aura in his body, and even appeared in a liquid state, knowing that the liquid state and the gaseous state were completely two different bodies, which were essentially different, and the power contained in them was completely two different levels.

The dantian has also been filled, the capacity of the peep sky is limited, Yang Jian did not consume too much aura before, and the battle in the illusion realm did not consume any aura in reality.

Yang Jian could only continue to release the aura and consume it as much as possible, but the moves he knew were limited, and the speed of releasing the aura was also limited, and the speed of releasing it was far less than the speed of replenishment.

Therefore, the aura in Yang Jian's body still belongs to a state of growth. Yang Jian, who was originally barely considered strong, had been swollen into a fat man at this time, and the meridians on his body were bulging, looking extremely hideous.

"Ah......" Finally, Yang Jian couldn't hold on, this feeling was worse than death, but he couldn't refuse, so he could only passively bear it. The infusion of energy continued, as if he would not stop until Yang Jian was blown up.

"......Boom" There was an explosion in Yang Jian's brain, as if his body had exploded, and Yang Jian didn't know what was wrong with him, because at the moment of the explosion, Yang Jian lost consciousness.