Du Yan walked with a tired face.

Three days ago, what happened in the Guo family was like a dream to him.

The old locust head is dead.

Died on that knife.

One of the five secrets of the Demon Gate, it is really in the Guo family!

That knife is also the goal pursued by many demonic people.

However, the evil of that knife was beyond Du Yan's imagination.

Lao Huaitou was not hacked to death by that knife, but he died because of that knife, and his death was extremely weird.

The knife couldn't be touched.

From that moment on, Du Yan knew this truth.

A little person like him should stay away from such a magic knife, the farther away the better, and it is better to never encounter that knife again.

That day, the magic knife flew away.

This is what Du Yan witnessed with his own eyes.

That magic knife flew away, which also meant that the Guo family was no longer the target of those demonic people.

His plan to lead the way to the east has completely failed.

The old locust head is dead.

He thought again.

Although this master is not competent, and the other party accepts him as an apprentice, mainly using him, Lao Huaitou is his last hope for revenge after all.

Now, however, the last hope is gone.

He was tired because he had been gone for three days and three nights.

When a person loses hope, he has no purpose.

He didn't know where he was going, he just walked aimlessly.

A withered tree came into his sight.

The dead tree is just like him now.

If the heart is dead, even if a person is alive, can he still be considered alive?

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his head.

The voice came quietly, and the voice was so demagogic.

"Do you want to be stronger? Do you want to be number one in the world?"

If you become stronger, you will have hope of avenging your revenge, and if you become the number one in the world, you will definitely be able to avenge your revenge.

At this moment, Du Yan seemed to have heard the best voice in the world.

Even if the voice is so weird, it is so calm.

However, for Du Yan, it is the most beautiful voice.

Du Yan's eyes slowly lit up, as if a dry seedling had been watered with a spring rain and slowly rejuvenated.

A man who was alive but dead, was brought back to life.

"Who are you? Can you really make me stronger? Can you really make me the number one in the world?"

Du Yan couldn't wait to ask, those bright eyes exuding a light like a beast.

When the Blood Demon Sword Spirit heard Du Yan's answer, its entire spirit body trembled slightly.

If it has tears, then at this time, it will definitely burst into tears with excitement.

Du Yan's answer is simply the most beautiful piece of music for it.

For the first time, it discovered that the original human voice could still be so good.

The Blood Demon Sword Spirit calmed down his excited mood for a while, and immediately used a voice that was even more full of demagogic flavor to transmit to Du Yan.

"Of course I can make you stronger, of course I can make you the number one in the world, as long as you do what I say, then you will definitely be able to get your wish. ”

Du Yan has long had nothing, except for his own rotten life.

Therefore, he did not hesitate at all and agreed directly.

"So what do I need to do?"

However, at this moment, the Blood Demon Sword Spirit suddenly hesitated.

It did not answer Du Yan.

Because it's thinking about a very important question, what exactly is it going to do with that human being?

Is it just to trick the other party into killing someone?

It can indeed take advantage of the other party's killing and absorb the essence of the person who is killed.

But with this method, it is too slow to heal and recover its strength.

After all, now it's too badly injured!

It has taken hundreds of years to heal, and if it starts all over again and takes longer to heal, it might as well kill itself.

Some things have been experienced once and never want to go through them again.

Hundreds of years is too long.

"You forced me, I don't want to waste hundreds of years of time! If you hurt me like this, I will let this rivers and lakes, let this world, never be at peace!"

In the strange space of the blade body, the Blood Demon Sword Spirit emitted an incomparably resentful sound.

It finally figured out what to do with the human.

Unlike in the past, it no longer wants to control the dominance of the other person's body.

Because it wants to cultivate a big devil, a big devil with his own thoughts!

"Do you see the dead tree? Go ahead to the dead tree. ”

The voice of the Blood Demon Sword Spirit sounded in Du Yan's mind.

Du Yan raised his head, looked at the dead tree not far away, and said, "I see, I'll go over now." ”

Du Yan came to the dead tree.

The voice of the Blood Demon Sword Spirit sounded in his head again.

"See that hole in the trunk? Reach in and take out what's inside. ”

Du Yan raised his head, and sure enough, he found a hole the size of a basin in the trunk of the tree.

The entrance of the cave was right in front of Du Yan's face, and when he heard the sound asking him to take out the contents of the contents, he couldn't help but be a little curious.

So, Du Yan stepped forward and looked into the cave with his eyes.

When he saw the thing in the hole, his pupils immediately shrank, and the whole person involuntarily took two steps back.

"It's the knife!

Du Yan cried out in a lost voice, with a look of disbelief on his face.

He could never have imagined that he would encounter that magic knife here.

Thinking of the weird and terrifying part of that magic knife, Du Yan felt a sense of unease.

"How did that magic knife end up here?"

Du Yan slowly stepped back.

At this time, the Blood Demon Sword Spirit seemed to sense Du Yan's movements, and a voice reached Du Yan's mind.

"What? You seem to be scared? Don't you want to be stronger, don't you want to be the best in the world?"

Du Yan finally stopped his steps.

Now that he has nothing to lose except a bad life?

If you can't take revenge, if you live, it's a walking corpse, no different from dead.

Since this is the case, then it will be done according to what the magic knife says.

Perhaps, in this way, he may be able to take revenge with the magic sword.

Du Yan silently stepped forward and stood still in front of the dead tree.

Then, he put his hand into the hollow of the tree and reached for the magic knife in the hole.

When he took the magic knife out of the tree hole and looked at the cracked blood demon knife in front of him, he couldn't help but be taken aback.

No matter how stupid Du Yan was, he could see that the magic knife in front of him had been extremely seriously damaged.

Looking at the dense cracks on the knife, he was really afraid that he would break the magic knife with a force on his hand.

"If you want to become stronger, if you want to be the best in the world, then you can drip your own blood on the knife, and the more you drip the better!"

The voice of the sword spirit sounded in Du Yan's mind.

Du Yan looked at the magic knife in his hand, took a deep breath, and then stretched out his other hand, and slashed his palm on the blade.

Blood suddenly flowed out of the palm of his hand, and Du Yan reached out above the knife, letting the blood continue to drip on the knife.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's it! The more you drip, the better!"

The sword spirit shouted excitedly.

Gradually, the entire body of the Blood Demon Knife was stained with Du Yan's blood.

Why is the blood so red?

Maybe it's because it's blood with hatred.