Qin Yu ran wildly with great joy, possessing the fire of death. He was like a fish in water in this land of death. He snatched the weapons from the hands of the dead slaves?
I'm afraid, I'm the only one who dares to do this all these years, right?
What makes Qin Yu excited is that this land of death is filled with too many mysteries. There are so many dead slaves. It is very likely that these dead slaves came in during the Taichu period. At that time, there should be many more in the Thirteen Divisions of Yajuan.
Weapons from the prehistoric era, once the geniuses of the Thirteenth Department of Yajuan died in battle...
Aren’t all the weapons from the very beginning of time in this place of death?
"I don't have extravagant hopes for desolate soldiers. If I can find immortal soldiers here, I will be satisfied." Qin Yu amused himself, but he also knew that this was impossible.
No matter in the past or today, every piece of immortal weapon is a treasure to suppress the clan and the clan. No force will ever reward it to the younger generation. However, Qin Yu is now full of satisfaction. If the mark of the broad sword is not there,
If I remember correctly, I should have seen it in Tianqizong!
After making sure that there were no dead slaves around, Qin Yu took out the broad knife.
"Huh?" As soon as he got the broad sword, Qin Yu felt his body sink and his feet sank into the ground. The weight of the broad sword was beyond Qin Yu's imagination.
According to Qin Yu's current physical strength, ten thousand kilograms is easy for him. This broad sword seems to weigh millions of kilograms.
"Yes, such a big knife can have such a weight, which shows that its material is extraordinary. I am afraid that the minimum is made of fine iron that is ten thousand years old. This is definitely a Taoist weapon!" Qin Yu held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands. Although it was laborious, he felt deep in his heart.
What a surprise. It can be made of ten thousand-year-old fine iron. This is definitely a Taoist-level weapon, otherwise it would be too much of a waste of natural resources.
Inserting the tip of the broadsword into the ground, Qin Yu held the handle tightly with his left hand and quickly wiped the mark on the handle of the broadsword.
When the mark was completely exposed, Qin Yu's eyes widened and his mind was shocked.
What a mark! What a mark!
Just when Qin Yu was shocked, a strong sense of crisis swept through his body. Qin Yu was slightly startled and instantly put the broad sword into the Naxu Ring. Gang Yuan surged out of his body and formed a defensive shield covering his whole body.
"Boom!" Qin Yu felt as if he had been hit by the mountain. The Gang Yuan defense shield burst apart, and the powerful force pushed Qin Yu away.
"Roar!" A roar echoed through the sky.
Qin Yu, who fell violently dozens of feet away, spat out a mouthful of blood and slowly got up, only to see the dead slave young man standing where he was before. The dead slave young man kept looking around as if he was searching.
What are you wearing?
"How is it possible that this dead slave has been following me?" Qin Yu was shocked in his heart. Because his spiritual consciousness could not spread, he never knew that this dead slave was following him.
"What's going on with this dead slave? Even if he retains his consciousness in life, it's impossible to chase him here." Qin Yu was shocked in his heart. This dead slave was almost the same as a living person. The fire of death enveloped his whole body, and Qin Yu didn't
Without moving, he noticed that the dead slave young man looked around, but did not sense Qin Yu.
"Is it because of the knife? He has established some kind of connection with the broad knife, or he feels the breath of the knife? But even if that is the case, this young man is dead, how can he still feel the breath of the knife?"
Qin Yu was extremely surprised in his heart. This dead slave had washed away his cognition.
"This young man was definitely a genius when he was alive. Unfortunately, he does not have the characteristics of the Thirteenth Division of Yaizhen, and I don't know which one he is from." Qin Yu took out a pill and swallowed it, feeling surprised in his heart.
"roar!"
The young man roared again and again, seeming to be particularly anxious. His head kept turning and looking around.
"This dead slave still has mood swings? Fortunately, this dead slave can't accurately sense the broad knife, but in this place of death, I'm afraid the knife can't be taken out." Qin Yu muttered to himself, looking at it and growling.
The dead slave tried to leave.
After Qin Yu walked several hundred feet, the young man actually followed Qin Yu again, but his direction was not the same as Qin Yu's. It seemed that he could only feel the sword in a certain direction.
Realizing that the young man had been following him, Qin Yu was stunned, wondering how the young man could sense the broad sword.
"Following me like this is not the way. The only way is to get rid of him. He should be like other dead slaves and attack the living. It's a pity. It would be great if the number one was here. Not only can I use the number one to get rid of this
The dead slave should be able to kill the number one with the help of this dead slave." Qin Yu thought to himself, the strength of this dead slave is extremely powerful, even worse than the number one.
After pondering for a long time, Qin Yu's eyes brightened, and as he thought, he rushed towards the outside. He planned to lure this dead slave to the young disciple of the Yaju clan.
Qin Yu's speed was extremely fast, and with the fire of death around him, he was strolling in the land of death without having to worry about these ordinary dead slaves.
Half a day later.
Qin Yu stopped running and looked at the dead slave young man in surprise. Qin Yu found that the dead slave seemed to be immersed in rage. All the dead slaves he met along the way were torn in half by him, as if he was venting his inner anger.
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"Is this a human or a dead slave?" Qin Yu was shocked and confused. Although he knew that this young man was definitely a dead slave, he still had emotions. This was too shocking.
Looking away at the dead slave who was torn apart by the young dead slave, Qin Yu thought to himself: "It seems that if you want to lure this dead slave away, you must be the number one. I don't know where the number one has gone."
Over the past half day, he found that no matter how fast he was, this dead slave could keep up with him. I am afraid that if he wanted to get away from him, he would need to keep a distance. However, this young dead slave was very powerful and could fight with this dead slave for a while.
I'm afraid I can only be number one.
"That's not right!" Qin Yu, who turned around and continued running, stopped abruptly before running a few steps.
"Since this dead slave will attack other ordinary dead slaves, why did he attack himself once and then never attack him again?"
"Could it be..."
Qin Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, rolled his eyes, looked around, and thought to himself: "Did Xiao Ling come after he attacked him? In other words, this dead slave young man has always known about his existence. To be precise, he has always known about Kuo
The knife was on him? Is it because he was afraid of Xiao Ling, so he didn't attack?"
"That should be it!" Qin Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the colorful and terrifying eyes of the undead, and still felt a lingering fear.
After taking a deep look at the dead slave young man, Qin Yu was extremely shocked. He couldn't figure out whether this dead slave was born with spiritual intelligence or consciousness before death.
Qin Yu sighed. He originally wanted to lure this dead slave young man away, but now it seems that it is impossible. I am afraid that if he does not hand over the broad knife, this dead slave young man will never give up.
But that broad sword...Qin Yu would never hand it over.
Because Qin Yu had seen the mark on it on the sword of the ancestor of the Tianqi Sect in the past.
In other words, this broad sword and Patriarch Tianqi’s sword were made by the same person!