Nine black short knives, exactly the same, with a hint of evil energy.

The eyes of the lion and the lion are hot, but unfortunately they have nothing to exchange, with their eyes, they can naturally see that these nine knives are indeed extraordinary, even if they are not really Demon Ancestor Sabres, but they are also rare divine weapons.

And these nine identical black knives should be able to form a certain formation, just like the sword formation of the four swords of the Immortals.

The yellow-robed monster glanced at it a few times, and his eyes were also a little red, there are monsters who don't know the goods, and naturally there will be monsters who know the goods, he has seen a lot, and he has heard of Chi You's thirteen sabers, which are really able to kill the killing array of Da Luo Jinxian.

However, his eyes are red, he is not so confused by the treasures, the black-clothed Zen master under the tree can have so many treasures, the strength must be terrifying, and he is so bold to reveal the treasures, obviously there is a dependence.

There are more than ten weapons next to the short knife, knives, forks, swords, halberds, axes, all kinds, not the same, Ning Wuji's eyes fell on the short halberd of the black light shimmering, the halberd is about five feet, between the aid and the sword, the beam is erected, the spear tip of the straight blade is erected, and there is a beam on the squeeze, each side makes an inverted half-moon shape, the halberd rod has the notch of the sword, and the lower end has traces of breakage.

Obviously, this halberd was originally a long Fang Tian painting halberd, but it broke for some reason, only half of it was left, the short halberd was pitch black up and down, flashing black light, the whole body was cold, and the halberd blade was also black, without any light in the sun.

Ning Wujian reached out to take it, and when he held it in his hand, it was very heavy, and this half of the halberd weighed at least forty or fifty thousand catties.

Holding it in his hand, Ning Wujian felt a coolness coming from the halberd, and couldn't help but be happy in his heart, he happened to lack a weapon, this halberd was heavy enough, he had used a silver spear before, and he had some experience in marksmanship, so he chose a weapon. Naturally, spears are the mainstay.

The halberd is a combination of Ge and spear, with the dual function of hooking and stabbing fighting weapons, the lethality is stronger than Ge and the spear, and the use is much more difficult than these two weapons, wielding it is heavier than the gun and spear, but Ning Wujian has a strong body, and has the foundation of using a gun, and can also use a halberd after some time.

"What is the price of this broken halberd?"

The black-clothed Zen Master glanced at the broken halberd in Ning Wuji's hand, "It's in ancient times." He beheaded the Buddha, killed the golden immortal, was contaminated with boundless blood, was jealous of the heavens, was destroyed by the heavens, and was broken into two. It was originally one zhang long, but now it is five feet seven inches left, weighing 54,000 catties, and its original owner later died. It's a broken halberd, it's a hoodoo, since it's a neighbor, if you want it. It's for you, and it's a greeting gift!"

"Give it to me?" Ning Wuqian was stunned, and looked at the black-clothed Zen master, who was slamming the door to death just now. Now it's so generous?

The black-clothed Zen master nodded, "This halberd is ominous, and it's useless for me to hold it." ”

"Old Zen Master. You see that this Demon Ancestor Saber is also a bad thing, why don't you give it to our brothers?" Seeing that Ning Wujian had just gotten a treasure, the lion spirit couldn't help but be very jealous, looked at the black knife, and curry favor with the old Zen master.

The black-clothed Zen master showed a mysterious smile on his face, "To you, you don't have the ability to take it, the Demon Ancestor Saber has not lost its spirituality, if you take it, you will only become a sword slave, not a sword master!"

"Hey, that's terrifying?" the Lion gasped, he naturally knew the meaning of the Dao Sword Slave.

"Although the halberd is ominous, it has been erased by the Heavenly Tribulation, it is just an ordinary artifact, a little heavier, and its value cannot be compared with this saber. Do you still want this saber now?" the black-clothed Zen Master smiled and looked at the two lion spirits.

The lion and the lion laughed, "Don't want it, don't want it, good things, you have to have that blessing to enjoy." ”

They don't want to be sword slaves!

"Who is the Zen master?" Ning Wujian suddenly thought of the identity of this black-clothed Zen master, and his eyes showed a strange color, looking at the black-clothed Zen master.

The black-clothed Zen master seemed to know what Dao Ning Wuqian was going to say, shook his head slightly, and then got up, his sleeves rolled up, and the things on the ground were rolled into his sleeves, "The big battle on Cuiyun Mountain is going to start......

When the words fell, the black-clothed Zen master had already lost his trace, so strong that the two lions patted his chest, and he was not reckless just now, the yellow-robed monster looked at the place where the black-clothed Zen master disappeared, and frowned.

At this time, there was a commotion of monsters in the town.

"Hey, look at Cuiyun Mountain, the black-robed monster who challenged the Bull Demon King is here again!"

"Sure enough...... "Secretly, a monster got up and looked at Cuiyun Mountain.

"Let's go, let's go and see!"

The demons walked up the mountain, and the Bull Demon King let go of the intersection of Cuiyun Mountain and allowed many demon kings to go up the mountain to watch, but only those above the realm of the earth immortals were qualified to go up the mountain.

Outside Basho Cave, on the boulder, the black-robed figure stood quietly, letting the breeze blow.

Hundreds of nearly 1,000 monsters gather on the mountainside, surrounding Basho-dong, leaving a vast area, and the four large flags on the top of the mountain are hunting and waving in the wind.

Ning Wuji, the yellow-robed monster, and the lion spirit are all the most powerful of the demons, squeezed into the front, and looked at the opposite side, and it can be seen that the head of a burly man with a black face is a bull, and the golden lion, macaque, and ape head are beside him, needless to say, Ning Wujian can also guess that it is the Bull Demon King, the Lion Camel King, the Macaque King, and the Yu Tamarin King.

There are also Tong Zi Red Boy around the Bull Demon King, the nine-headed insect whose injuries have not healed, the thin and middle-aged Jiaolong, the handsome Qinghuazi in white, and other powerful monsters from different mountains, and the formation is extraordinary.

The old Jiaolong also saw Ning Wuji, but he didn't squint, as if he didn't know, pretending to be a master, and Qinghuazi was also unconscious, standing among the demons.

The group of demons were noisy and lively, and they were talking about whether the Bull Demon King would make a move today.

"Yesterday, Niu Shengying and the Nine-Headed Great Sage have been defeated, I think the Pingtian Great Sage will definitely make a move!"

"Otherwise, what a monster the Great Sage of Pingtian, this monster can defeat the Bull Holy Infant and the Bull Head Great Sage, it is nothing, I think it must be one of the four great saints. ”

The two lion spirits were also discussing, and they both felt that the Bull Demon King would not make a move, they had already seen the black-robed monster, and they knew that the Dao was brought by Ning Wuji, and they looked at Ning Wuqian and wanted to know what Ning Wuqian thought.

If he didn't know who the black-robed figure of the Dao Dao was, Ning Wujian would also think that the Bull Demon King would not make a move, but it was difficult to say now.

While the demons were talking, the macaque king walked out, carrying a black stick, and slammed it into the ground, and with a bang, cracks cracked in all directions from the stick.

"You don't use weapons, and I don't use them, come on, look at how powerful you have become in five hundred years!" the Macaque King jumped up to the clouds and shouted towards the black-robed figure.

The black-robed figure stepped out in one step, and also reached the head of the clouds, without saying much, stepping forward, and a fierce punch blasted out, stirring up a fierce wind, shattering pieces of white clouds. (To be continued......)