"Ahem, heaven knows and earth knows, you know and I know, do you understand?"
Ji Mo shook the knife and threatened the two of them.
You can't spread the news that you come from another world, otherwise who knows what trouble it will cause. You might be captured by some evil monks and used as a guinea pig for study.
For their own safety, they naturally told Huineng and Fan Jingxing to shut up.
"I understand, I understand. Don't worry, Mr. Ji, I won't let it out even to death."
Fan Jingxing was steadfast in his oath and made a poisonous oath on the spot.
Hui Neng, on the other hand, looked confused and said, "Mr. Ji, what are you talking about? I was in a daze just now and didn't know anything."
Pretending to be stupid, this old bald ass has already become a prodigy.
"It's okay! Show off!"
Fan Jingxing felt that he still had to learn more from Huineng in the future.
No wonder people say that smart heads don't grow hair. This bald donkey's IQ is really more than a little higher than mine.
"Haha, just a joke, just a joke. What comes from another world is just a joke and cannot be taken seriously."
When Ji Mo saw that the two of them knew each other, he immediately changed his smile and put the knife away.
This is an old acting trick!
Hui Neng and Fan Jingxing could only laugh and apologize, secretly warning themselves that they would have to walk on thin ice in everything from now on, and they should never think or say too much about Mr. Ji.
After packing up the minks, Ji Mo led the two of them forward.
Because he felt that in the environment here, he was very likely to find what he needed, a special herb that could completely cure Ali.
Another place within the ruins.
Hong Qiantu carefully observed his surroundings, trying to find an exit to leave.
He is one of the few people who is not blinded by greed. He does not covet the treasures here and just wants to leave.
Because Ji Mo was reminded before that Hong Qiantu was squeezed out by those allies and was no longer a human being.
In this dangerous place where danger is everywhere, it is really difficult to move forward without the care of your companions.
Not only do you have to deal with possible monsters, but you also have to keep an eye out for monks with malicious intentions.
Some people are extremely insidious and specialize in targeting single monks, seeking wealth and death.
If Hong Qiantu didn't have two brushes, I'm afraid the explanation would have been given here.
"Mr. Ji really doesn't deceive me. This place doesn't look like the White Emperor's tomb, but more like an ancient battlefield where the White Emperor fought against the demons."
Hong Qiantu explored an area and found the corpses of many strong demons, and he had an objective guess about this place.
For this reason, he felt that the future was uncertain and he did not know whether he could leave alive.
"Epic weapon!"
Not far away, someone suddenly shouted, as if they had discovered some good treasure.
I saw a dazzling ray of light flashing towards Hong Qiantu's position.
If in normal times, epic weapons were automatically delivered to his door, he would have been overjoyed.
At this time, this is not a blessing, but a disaster.
Many monks followed the glow and chased after him with murderous intent.
At this moment, Hong Qiantu's heart was in despair. If he didn't do it right, he would become the target of being besieged by everyone.
An epic weapon is enough to make people fight for their lives, and it will definitely lead to bloodshed.
The thing that worried Hong Qiantu the most happened.
The epic weapon was wrapped in a ball of light and was in front of him in the blink of an eye, falling directly into his hands.
Hong Qiantu felt a stinging pain in his palm, and a direct cut was made.
Blood spurted out, but in the next second, it was absorbed by the weapon in his hand.
"This is a weapon of the demon clan, a demon weapon."
Hong Qiantu was frightened, his whole body was cold, and he felt very bad.
A magic weapon came to his door and was actively absorbing his blood essence.
This is a demonic knife, about six feet long, completely black, with patterns unique to the demons carved on the blade. As it continues to absorb blood, the patterns begin to bloom a coquettish blood-red color.
Hong Qiantu clearly felt that a weak soul inside the blade was gradually growing.
Is this a weapon spirit or the remnant soul of a powerful demon?
Hong Qiantu hurriedly wanted to throw away the weapon.
However, the magic sword seemed to grow in the palm of his hand, as if it had become one with him and could not be shaken off.
The blood all over his body was continuously sucked away by the magic knife, and his face gradually turned pale.
"Hong Qiantu, if you are wise, hand over your weapons."
A monk rushed over and looked at the magic knife greedily, wanting to take it for himself.
"for you!"
Hong Qiantu directly handed over the magic knife without saying a word, hoping that this person would take away this terrifying weapon.
There is definitely something wrong with this magic knife and it contains unimaginable dangers.
"You know the truth!"
The man walked up directly and reached out to grab the magic knife.
At this moment, Hong Qiantu couldn't help but handed the knife out, and the sharp blade pierced directly into the man's heart.
This is not because Hong Qiantu wants to kill people, but because of the will of the demon sword.
"kill!"
The nearby monks immediately became red-eyed, thinking that Hong Qiantu did not want to hand over the epic weapon, so they swarmed up to attack him and started to snatch it.
Forced by helplessness, Hong Qiantu could only resist in order to protect himself.
Under the blessing of the magic sword, he actually burst out with a power close to that of a half-step spiritual saint, and slaughtered all these monks.
All the essence and blood of the deceased was absorbed by the magic sword, and the magic sword that was full of blood exuded a more powerful aura, and the spiritual fluctuations in the blade became even more powerful.
"Who are you anyway?"
Hong Qiantu was covered in cold sweat, because he had determined that the soul fluctuations in the blade were filled with demonic energy, and it was obvious that the soul of a strong demon was living in it.
"Haha, you ant of the human race, kneel down and beg for mercy. Maybe I will be in a good mood and spare your life."
A powerful mental wave came from the magic knife.
These words immediately gave Hong Qiantu an electric shock.
This guy calls himself the emperor, which means he is the soul of a demon emperor.
"I understand. Are you the toad that was cut into pieces by Bai Di?"
Hong Qiantu suddenly remembered a legend about the White Emperor, a battle between humans and demons.
He had previously judged that this place was the ancient battlefield where the White Emperor fought with the demons, so it was naturally easy to guess the identity of the other party.
"Lai Toad? You are looking for death!"
The magic knife vibrated, frantically drawing out Hong Qiantu's blood, while a deathly air eroded his soul.
Obviously, these words completely angered the demon emperor in the sword.
"The White Emperor is dead, but I am still alive, so I am the ultimate winner. As long as I regain my peak strength, the entire Xuanling World will crawl at my feet and be dominated by me. Shiqu will give up his soul and become my slave.
, otherwise I will let you fall into hell forever, and your life will be worse than death."
Facing death, Hong Qiantu was very stubborn, "You, a toad, still want to dominate the mysterious world? I advise you to keep a low profile and survive, otherwise you will definitely end up miserable, and someone will take care of you.
"
He was not afraid at all and was determined to die, ready to commit suicide.
But at this moment, I saw a familiar figure in my sight.