Gongsun Murong held the knife, and there was no feeling of blood connection, let alone resonance.

For him, the knife is a knife, a very useful knife, when holding the knife, the power suppressed by the rules of space is much smaller, and it is thirty percent stronger than when it is not suppressed.

He knows that the value of this knife is priceless, just like when the first battleship took off, who can price the first battleship? From research and development to manufacturing success, its Chinese Ming has paid too much, not only manpower, material resources, talent, but also hopes pinned on it.

But he doesn't plan to sell it either, maybe one day his strength will be as high as a certain amount, and when he looks back, he finds that the blood knife is nothing more than that, and he is still willing to keep it.

It was not just a knife that was respected, but also the years that had passed, and the friendship that Palpalan was once willing to make at the cost of his life.

With a knife in his hand, Gongsun Murong said to the Parpalans: "One day, I will gather all your kind, and we will live a good life, and we will no longer be infinitely oppressed by others." Under your will, I believe that this knife will grow with me. ”

"Master, it should be said that the dead people, you don't let us die, but there are more dead. Xiaohong looked at the blood knife, not only did she not show joy, but she was also sad.

She believed that the master dragged the others to their deaths in order to prevent them from dying, and it was the lives of those people that gave them a chance to survive.

The other Parpalan had the same thoughts as Xiaohong, and their eyes showed a sad look.

The people of the temple such as Bisivanmais suddenly entered into an infinite melancholy feeling.

They finally determined that Gongsun Nameless and Gongsun Nameless were really terrifying.

The power behind the two people is unimaginably unimaginable.

said that the construction of the planet should be planned, and immediately the other side came up with a plan framework of several hundred pages in a short period of time, indicating that the forces behind the two people have professional political and economic talents, and they are still a team.

When the weapons were being manufactured, people also kept appearing, and the people who came over directly imprisoned the unstable rule weapons at the cost of their lives.

The solemn appearance of the person who came over was definitely a member of the fight. Just over twenty minutes. More than 600,000 people died.

The life force of the dead person is so powerful that even the unstable dìng real yàn product that exceeds the rules can be sealed, although the time of the previous seal is very short, but no matter how short it is, it is also sealed.

How many breaths can a wave of people seal for a few breaths, and in a few breaths, with the strength of two people, how many enemies can be killed?

It turns out that life is so noble that blood can forge glory.

I finally understood why Gongsun Wuming was so indifferent to many things. Gongsun is also nameless, always smiling at a qiē.

Once, when Gongsun Wuming said that he was waging war against others on behalf of a race and civilization, he and others thought he was bragging, but now it is clear that it is true, more than 600,000 people. Looking at the expressions of those people, it was definitely a place where his status was not low, and he rushed over to die just for an order.

Where are they from, and how many of these warriors and professionals are there in their homeland?

The people of the temple were scared, they knew it very well. If the two of Gongsun Wuming were willing, they would be able to slaughter the people of their temple in less than half a day, who would be able to stop the assault sealed with the blood of life?

Bissivanmais suddenly remembered that Gongsun Wuming had told him about the distribution of benefits. Gongsun Wuming looked like he didn't care, and said that he would decide later, don't end up unhappy with each other.

Now it seems that he really has that confidence. In his mind, perhaps the Temple of Capodian was as insignificant as a speck of dust.

Just when the people of the temple were afraid, and Palpalan was sad. Nalasha smiled.

"Haha, oh, what do you think? Who is dead? We are not stupid, if those more than 600,000 people really die, they must not feel sorry for me and my nameless brother to death?

It's not really dead, it's just that after dying a body, it will be uncomfortable for a while, don't worry, they can bear it. We have a lot of means, it's very simple to make people have multiple bodies, it's just that you have multiple bodies, and then it's okay to die, understand?"

Nalasha spoke out to reassure others.

So everyone understood, Palpalan was happy, not really dead, no wonder the master didn't let us play with our lives, we died and we were gone, and the later people actually died and still lived, so happy.

The people of the temple and Palpalan reacted differently, they were even more scared.

If more than 600,000 people who came over really died, it would be tragic and make people's hearts tremble, but if they faked their deaths and nothing happened, wouldn't it mean that those people could continue to come and seal them with blood?

In this way, they can keep coming and fighting hard, and when their own side is dead, they will be gone, who would dare to fight such an enemy? When you want to exchange your life for your life and die together, people will die with you, and when you die, they will come back, can't you do this?

"Okay, okay, don't continue to be sad, get ready, I want a weapon too. Since it's a pirate, you have to use the same shape of weapon, right, don't force me to fight with my mecha, it's boring to bully people, I want the same knife, I call it Yitian...... No, it should actually be called the Blue Blood Sword, right?"

Nalasha had already started to sort out the materials, and she found that the blood knife was actually alive, so she also wanted to have one, and when the time came, she would improve herself, and the knife would also improve.

The only thing that makes her regret is that the knife is alive, but it doesn't have a complete soul, so she thinks of herself, she also doesn't have a complete soul, even if she has a soul space, she still has to be attached to Brother Murong's soul.

Perhaps man-made things can have life, but it is too difficult to have a complete soul.

The people of the temple are already immune, and the Palpalans are also hurrying to recover, since the hostess said that they want another one, then let's build another one, anyway, it is not a real dead person, and then the hostess will send someone to help block it.

The crowd rested with Palpalan for a while, and Palpalan recovered.

In anticipation of the temple people, they began to repeat the previous steps.

But when the first step was carried out, it was different from the previous one, when the material was added, the mass of things that should have been shaking was just about to make a move, and the blood knife in Gongsun Murong's hand flew into the sky above this mass of things.

Then a qiē returns to calm.

"Master, suppress, your weapon has suppressed the new weapon. Xiaohong said excitedly and in surprise.

"Go on. Gongsun Murong instructed indifferently.

So in the next manufacturing process, it can be said that it is not alarming, every time a new material is added, the thing that is being made begins to resist, and the blood knife will release a trace of blood light in the sky above it, and then the unstable mass of matter will stabilize under its oppression.

The same materials were added, and until the sixty-ninth middle, the blood knife could still be suppressed. And Palpalan only used more than 4,000, one by one very easily, and the ruby red one did not make a move.

In the end, the shape of the new knife is the same as the previous one, but the color is not blood red, but light blue, which also looks oppressive, but compared to the blood knife, it is too far behind.

No one expected such a result, including Nalasha, everyone was very puzzled, why a well-made weapon could affect a newly made weapon?

"How so, I sensed that this time it would be very easy, and then I would be able to have a good weapon, but it seems that the new weapon is much worse than the Blood Knife. ”

Nalasha stretched out her hand to hold the pale cyan knife, waved it a few times, and then looked at the knife in her Murong brother's hand, and said very dissatisfied.

She didn't need to perceive it, she knew that her knife was not as good as Murong's brother's, it seemed that it was all made of sixty-nine kinds of materials, but in fact, it was not like that at all.

Her own knife has less blood, less evil, and less life, and this may be the real weapon, which can be used by anyone, not the kind with its own life and choosing its master.

"Change. Gongsun Murong also found that Narasha's knife was not good enough, and handed his knife over.

"No, only you can exert the greatest power of your knife, and I don't lack weapons, if I use my own mecha, it will be more powerful than your knife. The current garbage is a bit of garbage, but it's better than what the people here make, or you can make another one like me, your color is too conspicuous. ”

Nalasha refused, she actually knew how to recreate the Blood Knife, that is, to send the original Blood Knife away, and then remake it, and still pay the price of more than 600,000 people.

But she really didn't want people to come over and play the game of sending death, the main body was immortal, but the soul filling body had to be re-cultivated, wasting time, anyway, just get there.

Gongsun Murong was right when he thought about it, he was not good at using the blood knife, and people would target him.

So the third knife was successfully made with the suppression of the blood knife and the help of Parpalan, the same pale cyan.

Gongsun Murong and Nalasha put the pale cyan knife into the ranks of the worst weapons, but the people of the temple did not have as much capital as them, and the people of the temple felt that owning a pale cyan knife was also a luxury.

Bissivanmais couldn't hold back the thought in his heart, and asked Gongsun Murong and the others: "Can you make a worse knife?" ”

"yes, oh no. Narasha just echoed, and retorted: "Why do we want to sell it for money? We are not short of money, and if we give good things to others, it will cause trouble, and we will use them in our own temple, and we will use the pale cyan knife of the later ones in the future, and then expand our power." ”

"Yes, listen to you. Bisivanmais hurriedly followed.

Everyone else looked forward to it, looking at Gongsun Nameless and Gongsun Nameless one by one, hoping that the two of them would make more weapons now.

At this time, Xianogina, who had been staying in the real room and had experienced a lot of things, suddenly interrupted the expectations of others with a loud voice.

"Dinner over there is ready. She stared at Nalasha as she reminded.

"Ah yes, let's go, let's go to the doctor first, tomorrow we're going to be pirates, and we'll be done today." Nalasha understood the other man's thoughts, smiled at him, and said. (To be continued......)