As the stupid old man said, compared to the cruelty of the other three secretaries, the Blood Demon Knife is more "merciful".

However, Master Yuan'er always felt that there was something wrong with this analogy.

He thought for a moment, then finally shook his head and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk feels that this Blood Demon Knife is also extremely cruel. ”

The stupid old man didn't refute, nodded and said, "So, the Blood Demon Knife must be destroyed!"

He said it categorically and resolutely.

With that, the stupid old man turned around and looked at Ning Xiaotang again.

He said sincerely: "If the whereabouts of the Blood Demon Knife are found at that time, I hope that the Venerable will take action." Old man, among the people I know, I'm afraid that only Zun Jia has the strength to destroy the Blood Demon Sword. ”

The stupid old man himself is a half-step innate realm, and he is only half a step away from the innate realm.

After having been with the Blood Demon Knife for many years, he knew very well that if he wanted to destroy the Blood Demon Knife, he was afraid that even ordinary Innate Realm powerhouses would not be able to do it.

Maybe only the honorable driver in front of him has this ability.

Ning Xiaotang bowed slightly, and said, "Since I have promised you, as long as you find the whereabouts of the Blood Demon Knife, I will completely destroy it at that time." ”

Taking people's money and eliminating disasters for others, Ning Xiaotang still has this integrity.

At this time, Ning Xiaotang seemed to remember something, and said, "By the way, when you first appeared in the square before, in my perception, you didn't seem to know martial arts. Of course, I was wrong. ”

"Honestly, I was surprised that you could fool my perception. Is it because of that exercise? The exercise that seals the spiritual consciousness. ”

The stupid old man nodded and said, "Zunjia guessed correctly, it is because of that exercise." ”

Ning Xiaotang was curious: "Oh, what's the name of that exercise?"

The stupid old man said: "It has no name, it is engraved on a stone tablet of a ruin." ”

"Carved into a monument of a ruin?"

Ning Xiaotang groaned slightly, and then asked, "Then do you know the specific location of the ruins?"

Regarding the ruins in the mouth of the stupid old man, Ning Xiaotang felt that it was not simple.

The stupid old man said: "I don't know the exact location, I only know that the ruins are in the cloud mountain range in the south." Back then, my father was lost and strayed into it. ”

Ning Xiaotang was obviously interested, and said, "What else do you know about that ruin?"

The stupid old man shook his head and said, "Except that I only know that the exercise comes from that ruin, I don't know anything else." ”

Ning Xiaotang was slightly regretful.

Finally, he said, "By the way, I don't know if you can let me see that exercise?"

Ning Xiaotang's eyes were calm, and he was just curious to say that he was watching the exercises.

It didn't matter if he looked at it or not, he was ready to be rejected.

Because of such a thing, some people may be able to abandon it, but more people still regard it as their fate.

Wanting others to take out the exercises is simply asking them to die.

The stupid old man paused for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes." ”

He promised cleanly.

Because he knew that Yi Ning Xiaotang's martial arts realm, there was no need to covet the exercises in his hands at all.

The other party wants to see it, but it is probably just curiosity.

The refreshment of the stupid old man made Ning Xiaotang slightly stunned.

Ning Xiaotang smiled: "I won't look at your things in vain. ”

The stupid old man said: "You're polite, I will write the exercises on paper and present them tomorrow." ”

......

When Ning Xiaotang and the others were discussing in the underground stone room of Guo Mansion, on the other side, after the Blood Demon Knife flew away from Guo Mansion, it galloped all the way and flew out of the ground for thirty miles before stopping.

It had to stop because it couldn't fly.

It hurts badly.

Its one-foot-inch-long blade was covered with cracks.

If it continues to fly, it will fall apart and disintegrate completely.

And once the body is broken, it will surely die.

So, it stopped.

The Blood Demon Knife stopped on a dead tree.

Feeling the condition of the blade, the Blood Demon Knife Spirit was almost going crazy.

It took hundreds of years to recuperate, but in the end it was a failure, and it was more seriously injured than hundreds of years ago.

In the blade of the Blood Demon Blade, the sword spirit was letting out a hysterical roar.

This was a blood-colored space, and the sword spirit turned into a ball of blood, and in the blood cell, a face with sharp teeth and sharp mouths was constantly twisting and wriggling.

"Damn bastard! How dare you hurt me like this. I must take revenge, I must take revenge!"

"That curse technique is too domineering, once the spell is cast, it consumes a lot, and my own injuries are directly aggravated by sixty percent. ”

"Guo family! It's because of the Guo family! That old bastard dared to stop the blood sacrifice and dare to seal my spiritual sense! Otherwise, I would have regained all my strength a long time ago. If I had regained the strength of my heyday, how could I have been so badly injured by that man!"

"Damn, I'm going to kill, I'm going to suck the essence blood of humans, I'm going to regain my strength!"

However, there are barren mountains and mountains nearby, and there are no humans passing through them.

And without human passing, how can the Blood Demon Knife kill people?

"Where are the people?

At this time, the Blood Demon Sword Spirit had become very weak, and it could no longer control the flight of the sword body.

Because controlling the flight of the blade consumes too much spiritual power.

Even in its heyday, it couldn't fly for long, let alone at this moment.

So, it can only wait here, waiting for humanity to appear.

Other than that, it has no choice.

And if humanity does not appear, then only death awaits it.

......

Three days.

This is the amount of time the Blood Demon Blade Spirit has been waiting.

Three days is not a long time, but for it, it is simply more than hundreds of years.

After three days of desperate waiting, the Blood Demon Sword Spirit finally saw a person.

At that moment, the Blood Demon Sword Spirit seemed to have seen the most wonderful thing in the world.

"Human! It's human! Hahahahaha!"

In the strange space in the blade, the Blood Demon Blade Spirit let out an ecstatic laugh.

It was a middle-aged man, walking towards the dead tree with a tired face.

"I'm going to kill him, I'm going to suck his blood!"

However, its voice quickly faded.

If it had a face at this time, it would have been terrifyingly gloomy.

Because it found that it was too weak to kill anymore.

"Damn, I'm too weak to kill directly! Well, since I can't kill someone, then I'll control his mind and make him kill himself. ”

However, it soon discovers that it can't even control the other party's thoughts, and makes the other party commit suicide.

"What should I do?

The Blood Demon Sword Spirit couldn't help but become anxious.

Because if the other party goes away, then in this deserted ghost place, God knows when he will meet another person.

"What else can I do now?"

The badly wounded Blood Demon Knife was too weak to do much.

It can't kill people directly.

It can't control the other person to commit suicide.

All it can do now is bewitch the other party.

So, it sent a voice to the man.

(Thanks to user Gao Yapeng for rewarding 100 reading points!!)