The grinding disc is super large, spanning thousands of zhang.

Now it was grinding a golden dragon, and as the millstone rotated, the dragon's body was crushed, and the blood slowly flowed out and flowed down the ditch of the millstone.

"Let's go, let's see where the dragon's blood gathers?" Meng Tu stepped into the area.

"Okay."

Anchi fish is actually a little scared.

But also curious.

Because this kind of picture, even if it has never been recorded in ancient books, it can be encountered, maybe it is a chance.

She followed Meng Tu closely, never leaving.

Around the grinding plate, in addition to the golden dragon, there are also colorful phoenixes, golden unicorns, sky-swallowing beasts, blood-splitting emperor butterflies and other creatures that only exist in ancient books.

Every appearance of such a creature is enough to destroy a heaven and earth.

Now it's a corpse.

Don't know what happened here?

But it's definitely a secret history that no one knows.

Meng Tu cautiously advanced, alert to the danger that appeared at any time, and soon came to the millstone, followed the direction of the flow of dragon blood, and came to the end, at the end of which was a blood-colored large funnel.

Meng Tu swallowed as he found that there were nine of these large grinding discs.

The blood from each grinding disc will collect into this funnel and slowly disappear.

"What the hell is this?" An Zhiyu shuddered and spoke, "Where does this funnel lead?" Where does the blood go? ”

"I don't know." Meng Tu shook his head.

"Can we put a little dragon blood and take it away?"

An Zhiyu wants to take a little bit away, if he can refine it, his cultivation will definitely increase.

"That's exactly what I mean."

Meng Tu also had this thought: "However, the power contained in the dragon's blood is too strong, be careful, if you are splashed by the dragon's blood, I am afraid that you will be injured." ”

He was farther away, took out the jade bottle, and controlled it with his spiritual power.

Unexpectedly, the jade bottle could not withstand the power of the dragon's blood at all, and it cracked one after another.

I used a lot of bottles, but I couldn't hold the dragon's blood, so I had to give up.

At this moment, An Zhiyu noticed something floating on the dragon's blood and exclaimed, "Look, what is that?" ”

As he spoke, he was about to reach out and fish.

Meng Tu slapped her hand away and said:

"Don't touch it directly with your hands, if you are splashed with dragon blood, your hands will turn into white bone claws in an instant."

He unleashed two rays of spiritual power, carefully controlled, and slowly got out the things floating on the dragon's blood.

Even the grinding disc can't be erased, so it must be a good thing.

The thing slowly revealed, it was a very strange sword, the blade was blood-colored, and the hilt was a snow-white jade hand.

The jade hand seems to have been severed from the wrist and then attached to the sword, which looks particularly evil.

The palm of the jade hand cracked, and one eye was exposed, and the bones were turning.

"It looks sinister, evil, not like a good thing."

Meng Tu felt bursts of yin qi from a long distance.

"Whoosh!"

The five fingers suddenly moved, and with a "whoosh", they turned into a streamer, flew towards Meng Tu, and fell into his hands.

The evil thing is that Meng Tu did not hold the sword, but the sword took the initiative to hold his hand.

Hold it firmly.

The jade hand was cold and did not have any temperature.

The feeling to Meng Tu is that this thing has life, and it takes the initiative to hold itself and resonate with its own spiritual power, which is too evil.

Meng Tu hurriedly shook his hand, but he couldn't shake it off, and the ghost hand held himself firmly.

"Hurry, hurry...... Help me break it open. Meng Tu panicked.

Anchiyu gritted his teeth and began to wrestle the ghost's hand, trying to get it out of it.

However, no matter how it was broken, the ghost hand sword firmly held Meng Tu's hand and was unwilling to let go.

Meng Tu also kept breaking: "What the hell is this, it can take the initiative to hold my hand?" ”

An Zhiyu swallowed: "I remember...... I have seen in ancient books that this is the most evil ghost hand sword in the world, and I heard that if you succeed in shaking hands with it, it will haunt you for the rest of your life and share your life until death. ”

"Quick, quick, help me get rid of it." Meng Tu kept shaking his hands.

"You've shook hands."

"Who wants to shake hands with it successfully."

Meng Tu took out a sword and wanted to cut off this hand.

An Zhiyu hurriedly stopped and said, "Maybe there is another solution?" ”

Meng Tu asked, "What's the solution?" ”

An Zhiyu shook her head, naturally there was no way, she just didn't want Meng Tu to be impulsive and cut off her hand.

Seeing that she was silent, Meng Tu didn't say a word, and controlled the flying sword to aim at his right wrist and cut it off directly.

"Bang."

The severed hand falls to the ground.

Meng Tu didn't blink.

Although it hurt a little, he was not afraid.

Because the broken hand will grow again tomorrow, it's better than being held by this ghost, it looks so terrible, it's just an evil door.

"Let's go, let's get out of here."

Meng Tu didn't even glance at the ghost hand on the ground and left.

An Zhiyu looked at Meng Tu with a shocked face, this is too ruthless, there is no hesitation to cut his own hand, are people in the demon path so ruthless?

Leave here and continue on your way, and rest in the woods in the evening.

Meng Tu didn't practice and slept directly.

It's just that when An Zhiyu saw him sleeping and opened his eyes, he was startled.

Only then did I realize that it was he who had practiced the technique of sleeping and opening his eyes.

The requirements for cultivating this spell are very strict, and you need to stare at the mosquitoes for seven days and forty-nine days, two hours a day, and no matter how the mosquitoes disturb them, you can't blink during the two hours.

Once you blink, you have to start all over again.

It took 49 days to succeed.

It is impossible for a normal person to succeed in cultivation, and he is worthy of being a person in the Demon Dao.

On the second day, at the end of the day.

Meng Tu found that there was a bone sound at the severed hand, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that his incision was regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Slowly, about half an hour or so, the severed hand grew back into the same shape as before.

He wasn't surprised.

Because he knew at a very young age that he had god-like regenerative powers.

A ray of sunlight shone down, waking up the sleeping Anzhi fish, the first thing he noticed was Meng Tu's hand, and he thought he was looking at the wrong eye, and rubbed his eyes to find that it was not.

"Didn't your hand be cut off yesterday? How is it intact now? ”

"I don't know, maybe it's a medical miracle." Meng Tu didn't explain too much, and said, "Let's go." ”

Meng Tu walked in front, intending to leave.

Unexpectedly, with a "whoosh", a streamer of light swept over, which was yesterday's ghost hand sword.

Caught off guard, the Ghost Hand Sword regained his right hand.

Meng Tu held his forehead, with a helpless expression: "Kraft candy, it seems that it really sticks to me." ”

An Zhiyu looked at Meng Tu: "What should I do?" ”

Meng Tu: "You can't chop off your right hand again." ”

Meng Tu tried to shake the jade hand, and the jade hand seemed to respond to him and shook it with him.

It's amazing.

Is this the Ghost Hand Sword?

He played around with it carefully, and found that apart from being a little weird, the Ghost Hand Sword didn't seem to have anything to be afraid of.

Meng Tu held it, and it held itself.

Meng Tu held the sword and played the sword move of "Jade Emperor Supremacy, Miao Youkendo True Solution".

"Boom."

Sword light erupted.

With just one blow, the trees in front fell one by one, and the ground was torn apart and turned into scorched earth.

An Zhiyu's eyes widened, if she had taken this trick just now, she was afraid that she would have died.

Meng Tu was surprised: "If this blow continues, even an immortal cultivator of the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Realm will be killed by me in an instant." ”

Is the ghost hand so strong?

Aren't you invincible in the same realm?

At present, it seems that the Ghost Hand Sword is indeed a big killing weapon.

Meng Tu tried to communicate with it: "Can you go back to the storage bag now, I will naturally call you when I use it." ”

Meng Tu just wanted to try it, but he didn't expect the ghost hand sword to be very obedient, and with a "whoosh", he got into the storage bag.

"Congratulations on taking over the Ghost Hand Sword." Anchi Fish Road.

"Don't worry about congratulating me, I'm afraid I'm going to be in the future."

Meng Tu sighed.

Say no more and move on.

Just walking, it felt a little familiar to the place I had walked through, "Do you feel like we're walking back?" ”

An Zhiyu pointed ahead and said, "Look at the grinding disc in front?" ”

Meng Tu patted his forehead: "It's over, we're back again." ”

Meng Tu planned to walk in the opposite direction, but finally walked back, and suddenly, with an idea, he summoned the ghost hand sword out and said, "Can you take us out of this ghost place?" ”

"Whoosh."

The Ghost Hand Sword flies up and leads the way ahead.

The two followed.

When stopped, there was a moss-covered cave with four powerful words written on the entrance:

"Demon God Relic."