Bu Youming trembled, but he was so tidy and smiling.

Whew......

A gust of cold wind blew from outside the wall, and there were already three or five ghost figures, entering from the formation, standing in front of the blood-devouring knife.

These are a few ghosts from the Qing Dynasty, who seem to have come to see the excitement, walking around the blood-devouring knife a few times from a distance, but they don't dare to come closer.

Bu Youming was already frightened stupid early in the morning, hiding behind Desperate Heart, and poked out half of his face to peek.

Desperate or not to speak, it seems that he has settled down.

The black clouds in the sky pressed even lower, and there were countless whirlwinds outside the courtyard wall, whining.

There are more and more ghosts, gathering in the backyard of the cloth family from all directions. Gradually, many old ghosts in Ming Dynasty costumes and hairstyles came one after another, staring at the blood-devouring knife with hatred.

"Duh!" The Absolute Heart Dao Chief suddenly shouted loudly and said, "You and other lonely souls and wild ghosts dare to peep at the treasure knife?" Who has the guts, and come forward to take a knife to see! ”

The old ghost heard the shouting, and then he noticed that there was a Dharma altar under the eaves, and there was also a Taoist master on the altar.

Because of the formation, the attention of the old ghosts was all focused on the blood-devouring knife, and they hadn't seen the absolute heart before.

An old ghost of the Ming Dynasty with his eyes sunken broke through the formation, floated to the altar, stared at the heart and asked, "Xiaodao Chief, which sect are you?" ”

"Maoshan Xuyun Guan Sect Absolute Heart Dao Master is here!" The desperate eyes rolled and shouted: "You all listen to me, starting from tonight and ending the night after tomorrow, this knife will be placed here, and whoever has the ability will take it." If you can't take it away within three days, then this knife is from my Maoshan faction! ”

"It turned out to be Master Maoshan, no wonder he had such a big breath." The old ghost sneered, suddenly floated back, and said, "Old ghost, I'll try it first!" ”

As he spoke, the ghost figure returned to the formation and landed in front of the Blooddevouring Knife.

The other old ghosts all dodged away and looked at the skills of this old ghost of the Ming Dynasty.

I saw that the figure of this old ghost was gradually staring, and the figure was also expanding and growing, obviously, he was gathering all the cultivation.

Absolutely sneered and squinted.

After a few breaths, the old ghost finally made a move, slowly reaching out and holding the hilt of the knife.

Zheng ......

The moment the ghost hand touched the hilt, the blood-devouring knife whistled without flicking, and let out a dragon roar and a tiger's roar.

The old ghost shuddered with fright and hurriedly withdrew his hand. The ghosts around laughed, then looked at the Blooddevouring Knife in awe and returned to calm.

Being laughed at by his peers, the old ghost of the Ming Dynasty was a little annoyed and angry, and reached out again to hold the hilt of the knife.

The blade trembled slightly, as if repelling the old ghost's contact.

The old ghost's body was also trembling, obviously affected by the murderous aura in the blood-devouring knife.

"Don't do it yourself, old ghost, as long as you don't let go within half a pillar of incense, even if you win." Juexin snorted and said.

But the old ghost couldn't speak, because he was concentrating his whole body cultivation to fight against the murderous aura of the Blood Devouring Knife.

When Chuxiu Palace was catching ghosts, Yang Jinying and other female ghosts with great grievances were afraid of the blood-devouring knife. Now, more than a hundred years have passed, and the blood-devouring knife has performed countless beheading tasks, and the murderous aura is even worse than back then.

"Ah......h

Finally, the old ghost of the Ming Dynasty screamed, fled in the wilderness, and retreated to three zhang away, still trembling all over.

"Wei Mo Dao Xing, dare to peep at my Taoist magic weapon!" Desperate to take advantage of the victory to pursue, shouted: "You can retreat, when you see my blood-devouring knife again, it will be when your soul is scattered, get out!" ”

The voice of the Absolute Heart is extremely domineering and full of momentum, and the ghosts who were already shocked by the murderous aura of the Blood Devouring Knife are even more broken. The road was low, and he didn't dare to stay any longer, and floated into the distance.

In the backyard of the cloth family, it was more than half empty.

The old ghost of the Ming Dynasty also turned away, dejected and silent.

"Anyone else who wants to give it a try, might as well come forward." Desperately watching the remaining old ghosts.

Those old ghosts were all high-level, but they circled around the blood-devouring knife a few times, and finally drifted away, not daring to take risks.

Behind the back, there are also ghosts coming. There were also three or five people who stepped forward to try the knife, but without exception, no one pulled out the blood-devouring knife, and they all rolled away.

The rooster sings, and the first night has finally passed, and there is no danger.

Jue Xin jumped off the altar, collected the blood-devouring knife, and rested in the guest room of the Bu family. The blood-devouring knife was pressed under the pillow and did not leave it for a moment.

On the evening of July 14, Jue Xin still arranged it early, sitting on the altar.

Tonight's ghosts are coming more, and they will begin to "go to guests" after dark, and they will be dizzying.

But the ghosts who came first were always very low in cultivation, and they basically watched the excitement, and they didn't dare to do anything or make trouble.

Bu Youming found that the people who died in the murder in Bujia Hutong were also caught in it, and he looked at the blood-devouring knife with resentment in his eyes.

"Chief, my cousins...... I'm here too. Bu Youming trembled and reported to Juexin.

Desperately sat on the altar, volleyed into the void, and shouted: "The unjust souls of Bujia Hutong all come to my altar!" Wait for me to surpass you, reincarnate as a human being, and enjoy a prosperous life. ”

After three loud shouts, the souls of Bu Youming's clansmen finally gathered and knelt in front of the altar.

Desperate heart burned three transcendent spells, waved his hand, sent these ghosts, went with the ashes, went to the ghost gate to report, reincarnated in the palace, and then sentenced to the next life.

There are also other ghosts who saw this and wanted to come to Jiexin to open the back door to reincarnate, but they were dismissed by Jiexin one by one.

Because there are too many ghosts, the heart can't be distributed one by one. Moreover, this is not tonight's task, weigh the pros and cons, and watch the blood-swallowing knife closely.

After nightfall, thousands of ghosts have passed in front of the blood-devouring knife.

Fortunately, there was no danger, and the blood-devouring knife was safe and sound.

Jue Xin was really a little tired, and when he was drowsy, he suddenly saw a little ghost fire rushing from outside the wall, and it was falling on the blood-devouring knife.

After the ghost fire was attached to the knife, it turned red and burned, and in an instant, the flames surrounded the whole body of the blood-devouring knife.

"Where did the old ghost come from, report your name!" Desperate spirits, shouted at the outside of the wall.

"Hehe, you don't have to sign up, I'll see if I can break this knife first. If you can't, it's a joke to be named. Outside the wall, an obscene voice laughed.

"A little ghost fire, and you also want to spoil my Hundred Refining Divine Soldiers?" He sneered and said, "Old ghost, I have seen your joke today!" ”

"Not necessarily, not necessarily!" Outside the wall, there was a response, and then a wisp of wind blew, and it spun around the blood-devouring knife.

The wind blew tightly, and the fire that surrounded the blood-devouring knife also turned rapidly, turning from red to blue, and there was a sneering sound.

Although the fire was very large, Lao Bu hid a few feet away, but he felt the cold air more and more, and he couldn't help but shiver.