This dagger has been stained with the blood of Taotie and Nie Renyan. Those two times, the blade of the dagger stained with blood will become extraordinarily sharp and sharp in an instant, and it looks like it is sending Light in general. Moreover, after being cut by the dagger, Taotie's performance was particularly intense, and Nie Renyan also said that the wound had a strange burning sensation.
It seems that because he has been asleep for too many years, his edge has converged in the vicissitudes of life, dusting the soul that used to be part of the opening axe, lying in the darkness of the scabbard, dutifully playing the role of an ordinary cold weapon. . And these years of calm, cracks began to appear at the moment when it drank blood, that stench that contained spiritual energy awakened its blood-thirsty nature as a weapon.
This dagger had never been soaked in a drop of Ye Zhao's blood before, so after listening to Bai Ze's words, Ye Zhao wanted to give it a try. This dagger with such a powerful soul, after drinking the master's blood , what kind of reaction would that be, maybe that's how it's actually used...
Looking at the spider web-like red fine pattern gradually emerging on the dagger blade, the whole dagger became excited from calm to faint, and the edge gradually became more vigorous. Ye Zhao could even feel it trembling slightly in his hand.
The ancients always said that weapons have spirituality and can communicate with their masters, let alone a dagger with such a background.
Ye Zhao only felt that the light around the dagger became more and more obvious, and the tremor became bigger and bigger, so big that Ye Zhao could barely hold it with one hand, so he covered it with the other hand.
Its excitement penetrated through Ye Zhao's fingertips and palms, penetrated from the delicate ends of every meridian above, surged through the wrists, arms, and spread to the entire chest, with a similar electric current that was difficult to suppress. A feeling like that filled the entire chest cavity, with the heart beating "thumping", and the blood vessels also contracted and spewed with it, and quickly spread to the limbs.
He only felt that the blood vessels were pulsing in his brain, his eardrums were humming and trembling, and even his eyes were hot. Ye Zhao was surprised by such a change. He almost opened his eyes wide, and subconsciously wanted to let go of the dagger, but his fingertips seemed to stick to the hilt of the dagger, completely out of his control. Zhong also began to become chaotic, overrun by extreme excitement. The surrounding scenery became a continuous piece, turning into a simple color block, and it was impossible to tell who was who; the voices of the people around became more and more vague, so far that they became blurred and could no longer be heard clearly.
The blood all over his body seemed to be boiling, rushing all the way from his heart to his fingertips, and he could even hear the "gurgling" of his own blood flowing in the huge humming sound of his ears.
He heard a gust of wind that seemed to gather around him, whistling and whirling around him.
His eyes were almost blinded by the growing golden light.
When he almost lost all five senses and could no longer feel anything other than the hilt of the dagger in his hand, he seemed to hear a voice coming from a very distant void, so faint that it was almost indistinguishable in the huge buzzing.
It looks like someone is calling him...
"Ye Zhao!" Nie Renyan shouted, her brows furrowed tightly, she wanted to get close to Ye Zhao with a flick of her figure, but when she was still dozens of meters away, she was hit by the golden light around him again. .
When he saw Ye Zhao cut a hole in his finger with a dagger, he instantly understood what he was thinking. While feeling distressed about the hole in Ye Zhao's hand, he was also curious about the reaction of the dagger.
Since Bai Ze said that this dagger has long regarded Ye Zhao as its master, then Ye Zhao's blood must be different from other people's blood to it. Although Nie Renyan thought that the dagger's reaction must be unusual, he did not expect that what he saw next would be such a scene—
The wound on the tip of Ye Zhaoyuan's thumb, who was holding the hilt of the dagger with both hands, burst open, blood rushing out from the open crack, and the dagger was dyed bright red along the fingers. That dagger was like a man who had been thirsty for thousands of years and finally found a source of water, madly sucking Ye Zhao's blood. And the rays of light around it suddenly flourished, enclosing Ye Zhao in it, and even during the rotation, a howling gust of wind rolled up. All the people around him were thrown dozens of meters away.
Almost for a moment, Nie Renyan couldn't even see Ye Zhao's outline. His face turned pale in an instant, and his blood was gone. According to the dagger suction method, is Ye Zhao still alive? !
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Without thinking, he rushed towards the golden light mixed with the growing gust of wind, but he was hit back at the moment he could touch it, which shocked his mouth with a bitter sweetness.
After trying several times, Nie Renyan didn't care about the more and more injuries he added to his body. This was probably the most stubborn thing he had ever done in his life. Instantly transformed into a prototype.
The huge hanging-eyed white tiger lowered its front paws, arched its back, and stretched its entire body into an offensive stance. The smoky golden eyes turned dark red at the moment of rage, like blood overflowing from the depths of the black pupils. , looks no different from the gluttonous and 颼杌 that were fierce in the past.
These are the blood-like eyes he was born with, representing killing, brutality, cruelty and bloodthirsty. In that sacrifice together with Ye Zhao, who is Tenggen, to exorcise the ghost epidemic and benefit the common people, these eyes slowly turned into a peaceful smoky golden color. This mild color, which was almost completely non-aggressive, even accompanied him to this world thousands of years later. Except for the moment he just woke up, his eyes turned blood red only twice, and both times were for Ye Zhao.
This person who cherishes each other with his life must not die!
Nie Renyan sneered coldly in the bottom of his heart: Kaitian axe? Now that you recognize Ye Zhao, you must recognize Lao Tzu together!
When the golden light became more and more prosperous, and almost occupied half of the valley, the huge white tiger with hanging eyes slammed on it, and the moment it touched the golden light, the feeling of being cut alive by a knife was forcibly carried down. , almost increased his strength, and leaned towards Ye Zhao in the center against the golden light.
For a time, the stunned beasts in the valley couldn't help shivering. The scene of blood and flesh, even those who lived for thousands of years, couldn't bear it. Besides, the guy who was scraped covered in blood and rushed into the golden glow, is it Qiongqi? ! The role of one of the four ancient beasts has been made like that, so what exactly is Jinmang? !
Ye Zhao, whose consciousness gradually became blurred in the golden glow, only felt the heat on the back of his hands. A pair of hands with slightly rough and calloused palms wrapped his hands, and his back was pressed against a chest that was too familiar. The ups and downs of the heartbeat, the rate of breathing, even when unconsciousness does not admit mistakes—
Nie Renyan.
A man covered in blood hugs another man who is almost bloodless and pale as paper from behind, with four hands clasped and overlapped...
Ye Zhao's blood was flowing on the bright dagger blade, and Nie Renyan's blood was stained on the expanding golden edge...
The dagger, who had finally drunk enough, woke up completely at this moment, and a clear howl like a dragon's roar sounded continuously, shaking the mountains and rivers. Amidst the sound of a blood vessel bursting, an axe-shaped phantom poked its head out from the golden glow wrapped in the gust of wind, like a submerged dragon floating in the water, freeing up to the sky. The phantom continued to grow at an extremely fast speed, and the old and complex patterns on the axe blade became clearly discernible, until the entire axe surface filled the sky and the earth.
For a time, the gust of wind surged like a tiger howling wolf, and it grew rapidly from the position of the axe handle, and the golden edge also enveloped the entire axe surface, and the light spurted out, illuminating the entire world.
Those golden lights are like countless sharp blades, densely packed, piercing through all the white fog.
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How long has it been since the sun poured so unreservedly from the sky? All the people on earth who survived this catastrophe thought so when they were dying from being corroded by fog or exhausted by despair...
How long has it been since I got used to houses riddled with holes, used to cities full of ruins and bloody water, used to this world where the clouds and mists shroud people all day long, thinking that maybe until the end of my life, I will not see the day when the clouds open and the moon shines.
Fortunately, I am still alive, and I am alive until this day. Although there are not many people who have seen it with their own eyes, at least they have not disappeared in this catastrophe.
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All the fog threads between the heavens and the earth did not disappear suddenly as before, without knowing where they were going, but after being penetrated by the golden glow, they were sucked by the axe and melted into the phantom-shaped huge axe face that filled the heavens and the earth.
As quickly as it appears, as quickly as it disappears. After a while, all the white fog disappeared. As if having eaten a full meal, the giant axe extinguished the gust of wind with satisfaction and received the golden light.
The phantom gradually faded and shrunk, as if that soul had been reincarnated into that small dagger that was only short in size.
"Successful, successful?!" With the help of Luanshu Juice, the wounds on the master's body have healed to a screeching pace. Although there are still scars, at least they won't burst open again because of the bigger movements. With his mouth open, he almost witnessed the entire process of the fog being broken open. At the moment when he saw the sun again, he almost burst into tears. He finally came back from the shock, wiped his eyes, and jumped off the flat stone. At that moment, his agility was comparable to that of a young guy.
However, he just raised his foot and planned to run towards Ye Zhao and Nie Renyan. Hearing the sound of "Clang Lang", the dagger that still shimmered fell from the hands of the two of them. The two people who had been supporting them all the time finally lost consciousness at this time, their bodies softened, and they both fell to the ground in a half-holding posture.