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"A murder weapon. This is a murder weapon that can never be found."
Ye Zhiqiu said with a somewhat grim expression.
"It's hard not to be a murder weapon after killing more than 100,000 people. It's a murder weapon, and it's also a peerless murderous knife." Yi Tianxing's eyes condensed and he said in a deep voice. As long as he can get it, this murderous knife will definitely not be inferior to any rare treasure. This was nurtured by the power of Feng Shui in the tomb, and it is not much different from the rare treasures nurtured by heaven and earth. It absorbs the power of Feng Shui.
The tomb is sealed, like chaos, and the power of Feng Shui is like a furnace fire. It is not difficult to refine rare treasures.
"What a vicious knife! I just happen to be in need of a good knife. With this vicious knife in my hand, who in the Divine Sea can withstand a blow from me?" When a rough-looking man saw the ghost-head knife stuck in the guillotine, a greedy look suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Anyone who is not a fool can see the magic of the ghost-head broadsword. Everyone wants to possess it.
The man was carrying a sword on his back. He was a swordsman. When a swordsman faced a real sword, it would be even more difficult for him to control his inner desire.
He let out a loud laugh and rushed towards the guillotine like a gust of wind. His body was violent but extremely fast, like a gust of wind passing through, and in the blink of an eye he had already rushed most of the distance.
"How brave! This sword obviously has no owner. It belongs to someone with virtue. The sword is mine."
The young monk who possessed the Ruyi Rope sneered, and the Ruyi Rope appeared in his hand. He swung it and the Ruyi Rope flew through the air like a slender snake, appearing on the guillotine at a speed faster than that of the swordsman. It fell towards the hilt of the ghost-head broadsword and wrapped around the hilt the moment it touched the sword.
Then, the monk pulled hard without hesitation, trying to pull the ghost-head sword directly out of the guillotine and pull it to his side.
But with this pull, the smug look on the young monk's face completely froze.
With this pull, the ghost-head sword inserted in the guillotine did not move at all.
"How is it possible? I have a strength of several thousand pounds, plus the internal Qi, I have a strength of tens of thousands of pounds. How can I not be able to pull this devil-headed sword? I don't believe it."
There was a look of astonishment and disbelief in the monk's eyes.
Then he pulled hard again.
Pull it!!
Pull again!!
His face turned purple, but the ghost-head sword was like it was attached to the guillotine, motionless, without even a tremor. All the strength poured on it, but it was like a stone dropped into the sea, without any reaction at all.
"how so."
An unwilling look appeared on the monk's face, but now it seemed that with his strength, he didn't even have the ability to pull out the ghost-head knife. This was simply a slap in his face.
"Hmph! You, a powerless pretty boy, want to take away the ghost-head knife. It's a joke. A man should be strong. If you can't even pull out a knife, you should just play with your rope and watch me."
The burly swordsman fell on the guillotine. He was shocked to see the Ruyi rope wrapped around the ghost-head sword, thinking that it was going to be snatched away. He didn't expect that he didn't even have the ability to pull out the ghost-head sword. It was a joke.
"Get up for me."
The muscles on the swordsman's arms were tangled, like a dragon surging, emitting a violent aura of power. The strength of the body and the internal energy were instantly poured into the arm, and as soon as the arm was raised, the ghost-head knife was pulled up from the high platform.
Um!!
But when he pulled the weapon, the swordsman's face changed. He felt as if he was going to become a tragedy and a joke.
I just thought that the monk holding the Ruyi Rope was unable to pull it away. It might be because his method of pulling out the sword was wrong and his strength was not enough. I must be stronger and more powerful than that guy, but this time, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree. My strength was like a stone pouring into the sea. I couldn't pull the sword up from the guillotine at all. The blade didn't move at all.
"Get up for me!!"
The swordsman took a deep breath, and poured all the strength and true energy in his body into his arms frantically. He swept towards the ghost-head knife again, trying to pull it out completely, but this time, there was no difference from the previous time.
The blade remained motionless.
No matter how much strength one exerts, there is no way to pull it up.
"What kind of sword is this? Why can't I pull it out?" The swordsman showed an indignant look on his face. With his strength, he could pull out a sword weighing a thousand pounds and make it dance with the sword. But this sword just couldn't be pulled out.
"Hmph, go away and let me do it."
A strong man walked up to the guillotine and shouted at the swordsman.
The swordsman saw this and sneered, but he didn't do anything. He just gave up his position and stood aside. He couldn't pull it up, and he didn't think anyone else could pull it up. If he became a joke, everyone else should become a joke too.
"It's just a knife. I don't believe I can't pull it out."
The big man held the hilt of the knife with both hands and shouted. All the strength in his body was poured out and fell on the ghost-head knife. Unfortunately, the confidence in his heart was still shattered in front of the ghost-head knife. It turned into nothing.
"I come!!"
Another monk came up and went towards the ghost-head knife, trying to pull it out.
Unfortunately, it did not succeed.
The monks kept experimenting with it, and no one was exempt from it. The ghost-head knife seemed to be growing on the guillotine, motionless.
"This ghost-head knife is connected to the guillotine, and the guillotine is connected to the cliff and the ground. There is a strange aura surrounding it. If you don't break this aura, there is no way to pull out the ghost-head knife."
Ye Zhiqiu has made considerable achievements in Qimen Dunjia.
After a quick glance, I can already see some clues.
The ghost-head knife is almost connected to the earth. Anyone who can pull it out of the earth is simply joking. It is impossible for even a body cultivator to pull it out with natural divine power. Unless there is a supreme power that can destroy the world.
"The tomb is indeed filled with strange things. Although the Ghost Head Knife is an extremely dangerous knife, it is not so easy to obtain it."
Yi Tianxing frowned slightly and did not step forward to try to draw his sword.
He could vaguely feel that there was something ominous in this knife, and once it was pulled out, there might be bad consequences. Besides, a body cultivator was not invincible, and it would be impossible to pull it out even if he went forward.
This is only possible if the evil knife recognizes its owner or some other unexpected event occurs.
When the monks climbed up the cliff, they were all burning with anger when they saw the vicious knife. But after trying, they all looked at the knife unwillingly. No matter how unwilling they were, there was nothing they could do. They couldn't even pull out the knife, so there was naturally no question of fighting for it.
"It's a pity that such a vicious knife can't even be pulled out by a monk like me."
At some point, Lu Zhishen also went up to the guillotine and tried to draw the sword, but unfortunately, he still couldn't pull out the ghost-head sword.
This person was born with supernatural powers, able to uproot weeping willow trees. After practicing, his strength increased several times. He was extremely strong. Unfortunately, he still couldn't move this big knife.
"This ghost-head knife is not suitable for me."
The black-clothed swordsman that Yi Tianxing had seen in the inn shook his head. The ghost-headed sword was not a sword he liked. Even if he got it, it would not be of much use. Moreover, he instinctively felt that this sword was very dangerous, very dangerous, and could burst out with destructive power at any time.
Boom! !
Suddenly, on the platform, a dark hole appeared in the ground without any warning. In the hole, a dark spear suddenly broke through the air and pierced a beautiful female cultivator nearby without mercy, piercing her chest. Her towering chest was stained red with blood. With a wave of her hand, she fell to the ground and screamed miserably, but it was obvious that her heart was pierced and she could not survive.
The sudden screams and fighting completely broke the tranquility on the cliff.
"who is it?"
"what?"
"The upper body is human, and the lower body is a scorpion. What kind of monster is this?"
"Alien monsters, they are aliens, kill them, all aliens deserve to die. I don't know how many humans have died at the hands of aliens. I have personally seen humans being slaughtered by aliens and turned into slaves. They live in darkness. It is worse than death."
"Kill them."
The human monks on the platform saw the Scorpion People suddenly emerge. Yes, it was the Scorpion People. Not only did they find this place, they also dug a passage directly from the ground and appeared on the cliff. As soon as they appeared, they killed the humans without hesitation.
The alien race has been known to all human beings who have descended on the Eternal Continent.
There is no peace between aliens and humans. When they meet, it is a life-and-death fight, without any room for tact. The hands of aliens are already stained with the blood of humans. Aliens will not show mercy to humans either.
The human race came to the Eternal Continent. Compared to most alien races, they were too weak. They were so weak that they could not help but regard humans as the most perfect blood food. They had no strength, but were so numerous. How could they not add humans to their menu
The alien race is stained with human blood.
Humans have a famous saying that those who are not of our kind must have different hearts. From the moment a blood feud is established, there is no possibility of peaceful coexistence.
Now, when they saw the Scorpion Clan appear, many human cultivators' eyes flashed with strong murderous intent.
Not to mention, as soon as the Scorpion People appeared, they announced their arrival with human blood.
"Human, this is my Scorpion Clan. All humans who come in today must die. All the treasures here belong to my Scorpion Clan." The Scorpion Clan leader stepped out of the cave with a bloody spear in hand. Scorpion people continued to emerge from the cave. They were wearing armor made of shells, and their ferocious scorpion claws and tails on their lower bodies were flashing with cold light. Their eyes looking at the humans present became extremely cold, like the eyes of prey.
"You damn alien race, how dare you act so arrogantly here? Go to hell."
A swordsman showed a ferocious look, raised his arm, and drew his sword. The sword light was like a streak of light. As the sword was drawn, all the strength in his body seemed to be completely concentrated on the blade.