Encountering such a situation, Miao Zhu couldn't help but look towards the room where the ghost head knife was enshrined, and at this time, a misty white light was reflected in the room, illuminating the inside. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

There was the sound of knives and howls, as if a violent fight was taking place. Miao Zhu couldn't help but feel a little weak in his legs, although he had guarded the City God Temple all his life, he had never seen such a vision.

At this time, he would not be naïve enough to think that there were any bandits, how could any bandits make such a noise. He wanted to leave, but his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he couldn't take a step.

It was a long time before the white light faded and the room fell into darkness and silence again. And Miao Zhu was also slightly relieved, and sat on the ground.

His eyes were fixed on the direction of the room, and after hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and went into his room to get an oil lamp.

Although he had never seen the city god in his life, nor had he seen the city god show his supernatural appearance, he firmly believed that there was a god in this world. He wanted to see if tonight's incident had anything to do with Lord Chenghuang.

Perhaps, after killing too many people, the ghost head knife has become a spirit, and the movement just now is that the city god master is subduing demons and subduing demons.

"Squeak. Miao Zhu gently pushed open the door, in the deep night, a little sound was put into a loud way, the sound of opening the door fell in his ears, extremely obvious. As soon as the door opened, the light in front of him jumped abruptly, as if there was a wind blowing inside.

Seeing this situation, Miao Zhu's feet paused, and his throat rolled, but he still recited the name of the city god lord silently, and at the same time mustered up the courage to walk in.

By the dim light, he could see the ghost-headed knife lying quietly on top of the knife holder, no different from ordinary utensils. It's just that the red cloth that originally wrapped the blade of the knife fell to the ground in pieces at this time, as if it had been cut by something sharp.

"Lord Chenghuang is above, and the believer Bai Zhong has served you all his life, and he has no other thoughts, hoping that the lord will bless him. After chanting a few more words in his heart, Miao Zhu held the light and approached the ghost head knife.

He looked at the knife carefully, and it looked no different from before, but he clearly noticed a different meaning. How to describe it, it seems that this knife seems to have become a lot sharper, and it can easily cut gold and iron.

He stretched out a hand and gently grasped the hilt of the ghost's head knife. A chill penetrated his skin, making him shiver.

With a strong force, prepare to lift the knife. found that the knife seemed to grow on the knife holder, no matter how hard he tried, it still didn't move. He couldn't help but be shocked, even if it was on the knife holder, it should be pulled up together with the knife holder, how could it be that he couldn't lift it at all?

He tried hard again, but the ghost head knife still didn't move at all. Miaozhu quickly let go, then bowed to the offering table, and hurriedly left here with the lamp.

He was now convinced that this knife had definitely been subdued by the City God Lord, and if he dared to use this knife again, he was afraid that it would make the Lord unhappy. It's just that the only thing he is worried about is how to tell Yang Zheng about this, and when the other party comes to get the knife, but finds that the knife can't be lifted, isn't it a delay.

He was planning whether to find someone to recreate an identical knife, and when it was time to cut off the head, he said that the original knife was lost. However, the only trouble is that this knife can't be removed at all, as long as Yang Zheng runs over to take a look, he has to show his stuffing.

And this temple Zhu didn't know that there had been a figure standing next to the knife just now. At this time, the figure was slightly tired.

"It's really too troublesome, this sword is too heavy, if you want to refine it completely, you have to work for at least a month. Fang Hong frowned and looked at the ghost-headed knife.

The previous movement was that he was trying to send his thoughts into the blade of the sword, in order to sacrifice the sword. It's just that the material of this knife is still mortal iron, and it can't hold many thoughts at all, just like a basket full of holes, and no matter how much water it contains, it has to leak out. In addition, this knife is full of evil energy, and it instinctively resists his thoughts.

What Fang Hong could do now was to use incense to force the evil qi into the blade of the knife, and gradually improve the material of the knife. This forcing into evil qi and instilling thoughts should be done at the same time to have an effect. Otherwise, after all the evil qi enters the blade, the knife will be psychic, and a spirit will be born from within it, and at that time, there will be nothing to do with Fang Hong, he has worked hard, and he has only made a wedding dress for others.

You know, this divine weapon is psychic, which is not a good thing. A weapon is psychic, then it has its own ability to distinguish, if it fits you, it's fine, once it doesn't agree with you, you just smash it into two pieces, and it won't dump you. Fang Hong didn't want to make a treasure knife with great difficulty, but this knife went to recognize someone else as its master.

After tossing for so long, the hour was not early, Fang Hong's divine body was surrounded by a faint cloud, and he traveled through the streets and alleys at an extremely fast speed, returning to the flesh.

As soon as he realized it, his flesh let out a faint snoring sound. Today's sword refining took him a lot of effort, and he needed to use the power of his body to recuperate.

This is also where he has an advantage over other gods, the rest of the gods are yin gods from the beginning, like rootless duckweed, and if the mind consumes too much, it will hurt the origin. But he doesn't have to worry, once his mind is depleted, he will immediately consume the essence of his body and restore his mind. Spiritual spirit, to refine the spirit. He then uses the power of incense to replenish the essence and qi, forming a perfect cycle.

Fang Hong slept until the third pole of the sun before waking up, and after waking up, he asked Agui to buy a lot of things and eat them hard. Although the power of incense can replenish essence, it cannot replace food, and if you don't eat, you will starve to death.

After eating his fill, he touched his stomach with satisfaction. originally thought that during this period of time, he would definitely be able to grow some meat, but he didn't expect his body to become stronger, but from the outside, he was still thin and weak, without two taels of meat.

"Ah Gui, do you know how to slash?" After eating, Fang Hong wiped his mouth and asked Ah Gui on the side. If he refines this ghost-headed knife, if he doesn't know how to use the knife, it will be useful. He could not carry the enemy through the air, and kill the enemy a hundred paces away. Anyway, sometimes when he thinks about it, he thinks it's still quite emotional, how can he say that he is a god, why can't he be as powerful as in the novel? )