“··· What does it seem?" Ant Mo Yu asked flatly, and when his words fell, the strong man hurriedly retreated with a sense of horror, but ...... He didn't even have time to shake it out, and before he could shake it out, he was burned into a pile of embers and coke, and disappeared......

"That's it...... The power of spiritual power. ”

Ant Mo looked at his fingertips and murmured softly, it was the first time he had used the power of Takuha, and he had used it in actual combat. When the cultivator's cultivation reaches the realm of Tuohai, the spiritual veins in his body will undergo a kind of "awakening".

And its awakening can also enable the monk to store more spiritual power in his body. And his ant ink is because among the five elements, his life belongs to the five elements, so it is coupled with the ape martial powers, so that he can easily grasp the energy of any of the five elements in heaven and earth, and he is as easy as waving his hands, feet and limbs.

Earlier, when he was "experimenting" with the spiritual power of the five elements, he found that his spiritual power of the five elements might be very convenient in battle...... But in actual combat, he used it for the first time.

“···· Monsters, monsters!" the dog-faced man, when he saw his companion in front of him being pointed out by ant ink, he was frightened and hurriedly fled. I didn't dare to care about anything else, so I just ran away and ran towards the top of the mountain outside the village...... It's just that when he hasn't run a few steps, he was shot through his chest by a blue light, and after falling to the ground, he first convulsed a few times, and then turned into a pool of blood-colored broken ice and sprinkled it......

"It seems, no matter where...... People are all the same. ”

Ant Mo Yu glanced at the ashes on the ground, and the remnants of its blood and ice, sighed, and was about to leave.

When the bandits not far away saw that their leader was killed, they were really scattered, running away from the surname. And for these bandits, Ant Mo is too lazy to pay attention.

The old man looked at the ant ink, which was fading from his field of vision, walking between the ruins and its flames, and after a moment of silence, he shouted:

"Lord Demon Cultivator, I still hope to stay first, and listen to the villain......

“··· You know, my body is a demon?"

Ant Mo stopped in the flames, looked back at the old man, and by the time his words had reached this point, the five fingers of his hand had turned into a sharp ant's foot......

Seeing this, the old man reacted to something, and hurriedly explained:

"I hope that Lord Demon Cultivator, you don't get it wrong. In our Sea of Blood and Tears, which is not the same as the inland of its Blue Continent, we have never discriminated against the demon clan. ”

"Really, I remember that you called him a brute before......

Ant Mo appeared in front of the old man in a flash. He even stretched out an ant foot and pointed to a puddle of ash residue on the ground.

When the old man heard this, he smiled bitterly, so he coughed a few times to dispel his embarrassment.

"Lord Demon Cultivator, I hope you don't care about these details. Before it...... My child is also innocent. At this point, don't mention him. ”

The old man Yu Han laughed, and Ant Mo didn't say much, but continued to ask:

"Then, how do you see that I am a demon cultivator in my body?"

Ant Mo looked at the old man and glanced at it, he didn't think that the old man in front of him would be a monk. If he is a monk with advanced cultivation...... Then, you don't need to do it yourself.

When the old man heard this, he pointed to his two pairs of eyes and replied:

"Old Li Tou I, although I have to be a mortal. But he was born with a pair of strange eyes. Not to mention that I am now seventy or eighty years old, and I still have the same look in my eyes and see clearly. Since I was a child, I could glimpse the ghosts and ghosts, and when I saw the demon cultivators, I could also see their essence at a glance. ”

When Ant Mo heard this, he exclaimed in his heart, you know...... Even at the pass of the empire, Yu and a group of more than a dozen Shattered Sky powerhouses did not see the slightest bit of Ant Mo exposed when he changed his body, even a little bit of clue-like horses' feet, he did not reveal it.

And the mortal old man in front of him can see through his own body at a glance......

"I ask you, my being, but what is it?"

Ant Mo asked the old man, but he still didn't believe that this old man could see through his own body so easily.

When the old man heard this, he was first stunned, and then he replied:

"Lord Demon Cultivator, your body is a big demon beast that looks like an ant, but not an ant. Although it was born with an ant body, it was ...... it"

"Okay, I see, you didn't lie to me. ”

Ant Moyu interrupted his words, glanced at him again, and after a while, he sighed and said:

"If you go to cultivate, then maybe ...... Then I don't need to do it. ”

Ant Mo glanced at the old man, no matter how closely the ant ink looked at it, he was just an ordinary old man. I can't find anything strange in the slightest.

“··· Hehe, Lao Li Tou, I have no hobby for other things, but I have been ...... since I was a child I just like to build weapons. Although when I was a child, a 'ghost friend' called me to practice, saying that I was very talented...... But I only like to strike iron, and I don't like to do anything else......"

As soon as the old man talked about the word iron, he said happily. It is also the pain of completely forgetting the two words of himself, and Yu Fangcai died. Even more disregarded by his side, he still cried for his granddaughter. It's just that Yu raised his sword vigorously with both hands, knelt on the ground, and faced Ant Mo, Yu said with a serious face:

"This sword is a sword that I have been casting for more than 30 years. This sword is called 'Thousand Heavy Tribulations'...... Because the sword is a killing soldier, a sword also corresponds to the fate of a person, and I also melt a sword into it every ten days. It has been cast for more than 30 years, and this sword can be considered to be formed......"

"Are you telling a joke and teasing me......? Do you really think that I am that fool, if the sword melts, how can it only be such a size?" Ant Mo looked at the black sword, Yu Leng snorted, this sword seems to be only seven feet in size, and its sword body is even shallower, it looks like a line as shallow, even if it is a piece of paper, it seems that it is not as thin. How could such a small sword be the sword that was integrated with a thousand swords?

"If you don't believe it, then you can pick up this sword and try it, although this sword seems to be small, but no matter what scabbard it is, it can't hold this sword. If it is placed on a table, it will be crushed, and if it is placed in a scabbard, the scabbard will be shattered by it. And what if...... If you put it on your hand......"

"What if it were in his hand?" As the words fell, the sword fell, piercing the old man's knees. But...... But the blood did not flow for a while, and even more so, even a drop of blood did not flow out. It's just that it doesn't look like the old man is not injured from the scar. On the contrary...... It's more like the blood of the old man's whole body, which has been continuously absorbed by his sword body......

“··· Then his hand will be cut off. ”

The old man frowned slightly, looked at the two broken arms on the ground and said, although his hands were cut off...... But in his eyes, Yu looked at this sword without the slightest fear. On the contrary, Yu has a ...... Extremely kind, extremely satisfying.

Lao Li Tou had a sense of pride and looked at this sword. It was as if in his heart, he was extremely satisfied with this sharp blade that could cut off his master's hands even if he just held this sword. That's a kind of pride, a pride that comes from the soul, that's a kind of ...... The pride of the craftsman......

Although it is often said that a sword that is too sharp may be hated by people and disliked by its owner...... However, in this regard, it does not include their craftsmen. For craftsmen...... For Lao Li Tou, casting this sword and casting this incomparable sword is the most satisfying and proud thing in his heart!

"As you can see, this is a demon sword, and I have been trying to find someone worthy of her for many years......"

The old man didn't seem to care about the pain of losing his hands, even if the crying of his granddaughter next to him became louder and louder. But the smile on his face has not diminished in the slightest.

“··· You know that this strange sword is obviously a demon soldier, so why did you give it to me?"

Ant Mo glanced at the demon sword in surprise, it was the first time for him to see such a strange sword soldier, so he had to say that this sword looked extremely beautiful...... But behind the beauty lies a creepy and even more eerie horror......

When the old man heard this, Yu responded with a light smile:

“··· Because, I want to try it, Lord Demon Cultivator, can you be 'worthy' of this sword......"

Lao Li's smile was as usual, and his smile still looked as kind and harmonious as before. But if it is...... I don't care if it's still there and my arms are broken......

"If I 'don't deserve'...... So, what will happen?" Ant Mo asked strangely after looking at the demon sword stabbed on Lao Li's knee. Previously, the old man used not "not suitable" but ...... In the word "unworthy".

When Lao Li heard this, Yu Wei laughed a few times, and then continued:

“··· If you are not worthy, then it only means that you are not her master, and you are not worthy of her......"

After hearing this, Ant Mo was at a loss, and then pulled out the sword from the old man's knee, and the sword came out, and the blood rushed to several scars on the old man's body, and it was sprinkled like a bloody person for a while.

After another moment, Lao Li saw that Ant Moyu was not injured, and it was effortless to raise his sword, so he said excitedly while soaking blood:

“··· Congratulations to Lord Demon Cultivator, your hand does not seem to have a tendency to drop blood, it seems that she has already recognized the Lord of the Thousand Heavy Tribulations......"

Ant Mo Yu looked at the demon sword in his hand in surprise, he didn't use it to leave, nor did he use the ape martial arts, just lightly touched the sword, and then easily pulled out the general ...... In his hand, this sword is as light as nothing, even if it is light, even if it is a handful of qi, ant ink does not feel the lightness of this sword......

"Your wounded ......" Ant Mo looked at the old Li Tou who was constantly bleeding, and said kindly, his sword was drawn, even if it was only a few breaths, Lao Li Tou was easily dyed into a hideous bloody man all over his body. Coupled with his satisfied smile, it looks extremely weird......

"It's okay for us craftsmen...... There are two things I must do in this life, one of which is to build a world-shattering weapon, which I have done decades ago...... And, another point, is to find a master worthy of his divine soldiers. Lao Li Tou, I, in so many years, have found someone who can be worthy of this sword like you. ”

The old man said with a dry smile. It was as if in the first few moments, both of his sons had died, and his partner, who had spent half his life, had died of heart disease. And...... His own hands were cut off by the demon sword, so much so that it was enough to make others go crazy...... But it all starts now...... It doesn't matter anymore.

"Is the name of this sword called ...... 'Thousand Tribulations'?" Ant Mo didn't look at the old man, but only muttered when he looked at the demon sword "Thousand Tribulations" in his hand. I have to say that this sword, really as a sword, is too beautiful...... So much so that the ant ink just picked it up for a moment, as if it was fascinated by it.

It was a seven-foot pitch-black sword, this sword was as black as ink, although its color was dull, but it was only smooth and translucent to its sword, its sword had no handle and no handle, and it was unrestrained, as if it was the freest sword in heaven and earth...... No scabbard, no hilt, or even any of its handles were worthy of restraining her!!

"Hmm. The old man nodded with satisfaction, and in fact, he wanted to hand over his sword to Ant Mo. It's not just because it's powerful, it's more important...... It was as if he had heard a voice in the dark, suggesting that he was ......

"A thousand calamities under a thousand disasters, a thousand hardships under a thousand fates......"

“··· A thousand calamities, you are destined for me......"

Ant Mo muttered, for some reason, although he had just seen this sword, a sadness once again grew in his heart......

"Lord Demon Cultivator, can I satisfy the villain...... Can you fulfill the last request of my life, old man?"

Ant Mo nodded silently, and the old man stretched out the only remaining half of his broken arm, intending to let Ant Mo give him a last look at his sword.

··· The old man took the sword, and at this moment, for some reason, the moment before it, it was still like a sword as heavy as a mountain. And it was between his arms, at this moment...... It's as light as a feather. Old Li Tou, he looked at this sword with a blur. Finally, with a satisfied lifting of the corners of his mouth, he put it on his neck, muttered to himself, and said alone:

"The sword is a soldier of slaughter, and it must be stained with blood...... However, as one of its craftsmen, then the blood stained by this sword is the first person killed...... Then it deserves to be my old Li head!"

When the words fell, the sword light flashed, and it was accompanied by a burst of blood dance, and the surrounding area seemed to be silent again...... It wasn't until a moment that Ant Mo also understood. With a sigh, he picked up his sword and slowly left, and his figure dissipated in flames again......