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"I am the executioner, I shall be in charge of the guillotine."
"But I don't need a ghost-head knife, an ink knife is enough."
The young man stood on the guillotine. Strangely enough, nothing happened to him on the guillotine. No bloody iron chain appeared, and the sword did not fly up to chop off his head. Instead, he seemed extremely calm.
It was as if the scenes that happened before were all illusions.
"how so."
"The guillotine posed no threat to him at all. Not only did it not suppress him or cut off his head, but it seemed as if he was the master of the guillotine just by standing on it. This is too weird."
Many monks were surprised when they saw this.
"He is the executioner. All the blood ghosts died under the executioner's ghost-head knife. Therefore, after death, they all have an instinctive fear of the executioner, as if they have encountered a natural enemy. That is why the blood ghosts automatically avoid him and retreat. Return to the guillotine."
Some monks have already guessed the man's identity.
If nothing unexpected happens, he is definitely an executioner who specializes in beheading people. This will have a strong deterrent effect on headless vampires.
Although the ghost-head knife is a deadly weapon, but facing the executioner, it is just a knife in the executioner's hand. People are naturally close to the executioner, so the ghost-head knife did not attack the man because he is an executioner.
The ghost-head knife can only exert its greatest power when it is held in the hands of an executioner.
However, the man obviously had no intention of directly controlling the ghost-head knife.
Instead, he reached out and pulled out the ink knife behind him. It was a jade knife. I don't know how it was polished, but the ink knife had no edge, but it gave people a deadly threat.
Ding!!
The ink knife was inserted straight next to the ghost-head knife.
When the ghost knife found out, he immediately became angry. He thought this was a cuckoo taking over the magpie's nest. He unceremoniously released a blood-red knife light, trying to cut off the ink knife directly, showing his own sharpness, and letting the man know how powerful he was. He was the most perfect ghost knife. The most powerful murderer.
Ding!!
However, when the blood-colored blade light slashed at the ink knife, the ink knife was like a bottomless pit, a dry sponge, naturally swallowing up the blade light and disappearing. At the same time, a trace of blood-colored light appeared on the ink knife, transmitting an invisible swallowing force, directly pulling out blood-colored blade energy from the ghost-head blood knife, as if to plunder the ghost-head knife's origin.
Quack quack!!
The ghost-headed knife felt that its origin was being plundered, and it immediately became furious, bursting out with a strong blood light, and instantly completely enveloped the ink knife. It can be seen that the ghost-headed knife and the ink knife kept colliding in the blood light, and it seemed that they were going to destroy and devour each other.
The Black Knife wants to devour the Ghost-Head Knife and become the most vicious knife on the guillotine. The Ghost-Head Knife wants to destroy the Black Knife and prove to the executioner that he is the most powerful weapon.
The clash between the two swords caused the guillotine to shake violently, and blood was gushing out.
boom!!
When the man saw this, he frowned slightly and just raised his foot and stepped towards the guillotine under him.
With this step, the guillotine made a dull roar.
That power completely subdued the guillotine.
However, he did not interfere with the clash of the two swords. The strong survive and the weak perish. This is the truth of heaven and earth, the most primitive law. Whoever wins will be his future sword, the guillotine.
"What a powerful physical strength, it is actually at a terrifying level not less than the Black Cauldron Seven or Eight Ming. He is a physical cultivator, and a pure physical cultivator. All his cultivation is on the physical body."
When Yi Tianxing saw the power unleashed by the man standing on the guillotine, his pupils couldn't help but shrink violently. The destructive power generated by this kind of pure physical strength was absolutely terrifying.
This was the first time he had seen such a pure physical practitioner.
This was because there really was no true Qi in this man's body, only vast Qi and blood existing in his flesh and blood.
Only cultivate the physical body and not the Qi.
Few people would do this.
"It seems that the executioner is the natural enemy of the guillotine, and is naturally able to restrain the guillotine. No one else can move this thing, only the executioner can control it. If there were no other executioners here now, the guillotine should recognize this monk as its master." Ye Zhiqiu stood beside the iron chain, his eyes rolling, and said with emotion.
"The scorpion people have retreated underground. Let's go quickly. The sooner we reach the depths of the tomb, the greater the chance of obtaining the treasure."
Hua Heshang also spoke.
When the scorpion people saw the massive number of vampires, they decided on the spot to retreat underground and even blocked the holes they had dug without any hesitation. Obviously, they were afraid of being discovered and hunted down by the vampires.
Now is the best time to cross the iron chain.
"Well, let's go. No one else can control this guillotine except him."
Yi Tianxing nodded and spoke decisively.
This guillotine only recognizes the executioner. It is useless for anyone to go there. Only the executioner, and the top executioner, can suppress it. This thing already belongs to the man, and no one can take it away.
Even if you know it is a rare treasure, you can only choose to leave.
Yi Tianxing didn't care about this.
He never thought that all the treasures in the world would recognize him as the master and be obtained by him. Accidents are always everywhere, and the way of heaven is unpredictable, and there is no fixed number.
"This executioner will definitely become a powerful figure in the future."
A thought flashed through Yi Tianxing's mind.
However, without hesitation, he quickly walked along the iron chain to the other side.
The iron chain spans across the air. If an ordinary person steps on it and has a poor sense of balance, he will fall down on the spot and be smashed into a pulp. It is very difficult to cross it. But for a cultivator, as long as their cultivation has reached a certain level, it is not difficult to cross it. They can use their true Qi to stabilize their body and take a step to travel several feet. If they are good at light body skills, they can rush out more than ten feet with just a tap of their toes.
There is nothing mysterious about this iron chain.
Soon someone crossed over the iron chain and appeared on another huge platform.
That platform was like a mountain rising from the ground, with the top cut off by a sword, becoming an isolated platform. But the space it occupied was very huge.
Yi Tianxing and the other two passed through the iron chain one after another.
Standing on the platform.
"It is better to cut the iron chain and prevent the Scorpion Tribe from climbing over along the chain."
After a cultivator saw that all the human cultivators had crossed the iron chain, he made a suggestion without any hesitation.
In fact, this was more than just a suggestion. When he said it, he had already raised a sword and chopped at the iron chain without hesitation.
Ding ding ding!!
The long sword slashed on the iron chain, sparks flew, and the sword was filled with true energy. The sword was undoubtedly as sharp as a divine weapon. But when it fell on the iron chain, it was seen that a gap was directly broken on the blade of the long sword. There were even dense cracks on the blade. It could break completely and shatter into pieces at any time.
There was not even a crack in the iron chain, not even a single knife mark.
"What a strong iron chain."
The monks who saw it couldn't help but gasp. Such a tough iron chain was definitely not made of ordinary materials.
"let me."
The Flower Monk let out a loud shout, and the shovel in his hand turned into a stream of light and shoveled onto the iron chain.
An even more intense sound was heard. Sparks flew everywhere. The huge force bombarded the iron chain, but not only did it not cut the iron chain, but it also caused Hua Heshang's arm to be blown away. Forcefully broken open.
"It can't be cut. I don't know what material this iron chain is made of. It's too tough and definitely not ordinary material. With the monk's strength, he can't cut it." Hua Heshang frowned slightly, and his palms seemed to be cracked.
This iron chain is very difficult to cut in the Divine Sea.
"Look, there is a huge stele here with text on it. It seems to be the origin and record of this tomb."
Some people saw that there was a huge stone tablet standing on this platform. Some people had seen it before, but they did not realize that there was any text on it.
At a shout, monks gathered under the stone tablet and watched.
Yi Tianxing also walked over and saw a piece of text.
"Inscription on the Immortal's Tomb"
A monk exclaimed.
"Liu An, the King of Huainan of the Han Dynasty, loves the art of the outside world and admires the way of longevity, especially the way of alchemy. By chance in his childhood, he got the remaining formula of the elixir of immortality. Since then, he has been obsessed with immortality. With the power of the King of Huainan, he has collected many Taoist alchemists' skills and secrets of alchemy, and studied the way of alchemy in depth, hoping to emulate Qin Shihuang and refine the elixir of immortality himself."
"Later, he gathered thousands of alchemists to study the way to immortality and longevity. He also heard that there was another way to become immortal in the world, which was to build a large tomb and gather the power of heaven and earth and feng shui, so that one could be reborn after death and live another life to become an immortal. Finally, he continued to refine elixirs and repair the elixir of immortality. At the same time, he selected civilians and craftsmen and selected a perfect feng shui site to build a mausoleum. In order to prevent tomb robbers from stealing the mausoleum, many deadly traps were set up inside. Once they entered, they would be dead."
"In his later years, after the construction of his mausoleum was completed, he faked his own death and entered the mausoleum. He took with him thousands of alchemists, tens of thousands of civilians and craftsmen, and many natural treasures. He entered the mausoleum and continued to study alchemy. He eventually developed the formula for the Feixian Pill. However, at that time, his body had already begun to decay, and he could no longer complete the task of refining the Feixian Pill."
"He used a secret method, using the Feng Shui of the mausoleum as the furnace fire, the mausoleum as the elixir furnace, and the years as the carbon to refine the immortal elixir. On the day the elixir is completed, he can become an immortal on the spot. He couldn't bear to leave his wives and concubines at home, so he brought them into the mausoleum and buried them together. He also buried his chickens and dogs with him, hoping that on the day he would become an immortal, the chickens and dogs would ascend to heaven."
"To prevent the news of the mausoleum from being leaked, the mechanism in the mausoleum was kept secret. King Huainan ordered his confidants to build a guillotine, which killed hundreds of thousands of civilians and craftsmen. They were decapitated and thrown into a mass grave. I managed to escape and hid in the mausoleum. I knew that the mausoleum had been sealed and that I didn't have much time left, so I cast a stone tablet to warn future generations."