"Boy, this is a gift from the deity, take it and kill your enemies, don't forget that there is a mark I left in your soul."

Listening to the voice in his head, and then looking at the pitch-black knife in front of him, Chen Buer's slightly furrowed brows slowly stretched.

Although I don't know where this voice came from, it seems that I am in the same boat as him, that is, there is no need to worry about him being bad for me.

And looking at the handle of the knife that was still trembling slightly in front of him, Chen Buer stepped forward directly and pulled out the black big knife stuck in the ground.

"Qiang !!"

With the big knife off the ground, Chen Buer suddenly let out a sigh of admiration.

"Good, good knife!"

Holding up the black big knife in his hand, Chen Buer stroked the mysterious patterns on the big knife with an intoxicated face.

After being intoxicated for a while, Chen Buer slowly came to his senses.

Looking at the slightly domineering big knife in his hand, Chen Buer's eyes suddenly became arrogant.

Although I don't have a sword in my hand, but in the face of the situation in front of me, I also have the slightest power to resist.

Although this big knife looks quite heavy, in the hand, I don't feel its heaviness at all, on the contrary, it is a little fluttery.

Coming to a forest under the thatched house, Chen Buji slowly moved the bushes in front of him.

I don't know how many years no one has been here, and there is no trace of the road or anything.

Swinging the black knife in his hand into the bushes, the bushes in front of him were cut directly like tofu.

Looking at the incomparably smooth incision in the bushes, as well as the slightest resistance in his hand, Chen Buji nodded suddenly.

This big knife can be said to be extremely sharp, even if he has cultivated to the Jindan stage before, he has never seen such a treasure knife that is as sharp as clay.

Even those magic weapons, flying swords, need to be urged by the master with true qi to be able to sharpen iron like clay.

But where does your true anger come from now? With just a flick of one hand, such a scene can be formed, but what if true qi is injected?

Thinking like this in his heart, Chen Buer's eyes suddenly showed a trace of heat.

Although I don't know what that mysterious voice wants to do when he gives himself a knife, this does not hinder Chen Buer's love for this big knife in the slightest.

Until......

Looking at a herbivore drinking water by the stream in front of him, Chen Buer instantly hid his body behind a tree.

Looking at the animals that were still drinking slowly and didn't seem to have noticed their arrival at all, Chen Buer's face suddenly showed a smile.

This is a big meal sent to him by God, how can he miss it?

Thinking like this in his heart, Chen Buer then slowly approached the animal slowly prostrate.

Soon, Chen Buji had already come to a position that was slightly closer to the animal.

Here, the animal that was drinking water was probably unaware of its presence.

But if you step forward again, you will probably be able to sense your own existence.

Thinking so in his heart, Chen Buer did not procrastinate, but directly erupted.

There was a slight sound of stomping on the ground, and the animal suddenly raised its head to look at the location where the sound came from.

And in its eyes, a man was rapidly approaching it with a large black knife in his eyes.

But before it could react, Chen Buer had already come to it.

"Poof~~~~~~"

With the sound of a sharp blade entering the body, the animal that had just raised its head was instantly pierced through the chest by a large black knife.

And just as Chen Buer slowly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the animal in front of him, a force slowly passed from the big knife in his hand to his arm into his body.

Sensing the movement of the big knife, Chen Buer's face suddenly changed.

Feeling the sudden surge of power in his body, Chen Buer was shocked in his heart, and at the same time, he also remembered the mysterious voice.

That voice clearly told himself that he would give himself strength and let himself take revenge.

However, the so-called strength is only the knife in his hand.

"Is it ......?"

Looking at the black broadsword in his hand, an incredible thought suddenly burst out of Chen Buji's mind.

"You guessed it, this knife can absorb the essence and blood and soul of the creatures you kill, and even, if it is a monk who is killed, it can also allow you to obtain cultivation."

"How? Isn't the gift from the deity very strong? ”

“......”

Listening to the voice in his head, Chen Buer's heart was turbulent at this time.

He understands what this ability represents.

Be able to absorb the other party's cultivation, essence blood, and even soul to improve your own strength.

This kind of ability, if others know about it, there may be no place for it in the world.

After all, as long as you can keep killing people, or killing demon beasts, you can quickly become stronger and stronger, stronger than everyone in this world!

Such thoughts swirled in his mind, but a trace of doubt still echoed in Chen Buji's mind.

Why?

I am not related to this mysterious voice, why should people help me, and besides, give myself such a terrible weapon?

Standing in place for a while, Chen Buer slowly shook his head.

The most important thing now is to improve your own strength, and then think about how to take revenge.

Moreover, from that mysterious voice, Chen Buer also heard some information.

It seems that the mysterious voice can't do something by himself, and wants to borrow his own hand to help him complete it.

Therefore, I must still be safe now, and I have not reached the state of unloading and killing donkeys at all.

Shaking his head, Chen Buji threw out the thoughts in his heart, and then pulled the big knife out of the animal's body.

Looking at the big knife without a trace of blood in his hand, Chen Buer shook his head slightly.

Carrying the animal carcass beside him, Chen Buer then returned directly to his small hut.

This small hut was his first camp here, and he didn't plan to move until he didn't have the strength to be strong.

And, most importantly, around here, there should be no too strong demon beasts.

The disciple who sent him here could not cultivate more than the foundation building period, and if it weren't for a treasure given to him by the sect, he would definitely not dare to come here.

Of course, that disciple didn't dare to go too deep, and on the periphery, he put him down.

After all, it is difficult for a wasted person who has been abolished to cultivate, even if he is on the periphery, to survive.

Throwing the animal carcass on his shoulder aside, Chen Buer began to dissect the corpse without a trace of blood.

Since the blood was sucked dry by the big knife, Chen Buer didn't need to worry about the smell of blood attracting other animals, even demon beasts.