The moment Chen Yu burst out with evil energy, the temperature within a radius of twenty meters suddenly dropped to freezing point.

The air was frozen directly, forming wisps of white mist.

Even, this evil spirit broke through the confinement of the formation and affected a place twenty meters away.

In the courtyard, Mu Qingyu, who was quietly practicing the "Three Lights of the Sun, Moon and Star", felt the temperature getting colder, sneezed involuntarily, and then slowly opened his eyes.

Within the formation on the other side.

The fierce flames released by the magic knife met Chen Yu's evil aura, just like encountering a natural enemy.

The fierce flames disappeared directly into the sky.

Liu Yidao seemed to be frozen, standing there blankly, motionless, and his body was stiff.

As for the culprit, the Blood-Drinking Demonic Sword was being held down by Chen Yu's palm, shaking crazily.

Chen Yu looked at the magic knife coldly and said, "Do you want to continue?"

The magic knife trembled.

The air resonated and made a sound similar to a roar.

Chen Yu narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Don't accept it?"

As he spoke, he moved his palms.

Click.

There was a sound as if something was breaking.

Subtle, but crisp.

Astonishingly, a thin crack appeared on the Blood Drinking Demon Sword.

The appearance of this crack made the blade tremble more intensely.

Air resonance pronunciation.

But this time the sound was more like a cry.

Chen Yu said coldly: "Let me ask you again, do you accept it or not?"

There was a brief pause in the trembling of the blade.

Like human silence and hesitation.

At this time, Chen Yu said slowly: "If you don't accept it, then break it into pieces."

The palm wants to move again.

The magic knife seemed to be frightened and did not dare to remain silent. It quickly shook and made a sound similar to begging for mercy.

Chen Yu snorted coldly: "I guess you are sensible."

Then he patted the blade and retracted his palm.

The evil spirit that could affect reality disappeared and disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

And the Blood-Drinking Demonic Sword has also absorbed all the blood-colored brilliance, and is quiet, like a child who pretends to be well-behaved after being taught a lesson by his parents.

Chen Yu glanced at Liu Yidao and lightly snapped his fingers.

The sound passed into Liu Yidao's ears.

Liu Yidao was shocked suddenly, and then his throat squirmed and a flush appeared on his face.

After a while——

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

By coincidence, all the blood fell on the Blood Drinking Demonic Sword and was absorbed by the blade, leaving not a drop left.

Chen Yu asked: "How?"

Liu Yidao looked at his body and then at the magic knife in his hand. He was shocked and terrified.

Finally he looked at Chen Yu: "Master, was it you who saved me?"

Chen Yu said calmly: "It doesn't count as a rescue. After all, it was me who allowed you to completely liberate this magic knife."

Liu Yidao shook his head and said gratefully: "No matter what, thank you master."

Chen Yu was too lazy to dwell on this issue, so he changed the subject and asked: "How does it feel to completely liberate the magic sword?"

Liu Yidao patted his head and said with a dazed expression: "I feel like I am trapped in an endless sea of ​​blood, where there is nothing but blood. And I am very thirsty, so thirsty that I don't want to drink."

Things will die. So I can only drink the sea water there, which is... blood."

After finishing speaking, Liu Yidao lowered his head in shame.

Because he knew that the so-called illusion was actually a test.

A double trial both mentally and physically!

When he chose to drink blood, he chose to abandon his own rationality.

That's why he was controlled by the magic sword and sank into endless madness.

But there was nothing he could do.

He felt that if he didn't drink - he would die.

He will definitely die!

Thinking of this, Liu Yidao clenched his fist tightly.

The veins on the back of the fist were exposed and squirming.

Just like his mood at this time, he was anxious, frightened and uneasy.

At this moment, a hand stretched out and patted his shoulder.

Liu Yidao was shocked and raised his head.

Chen Yu's face came into his eyes.

Chen Yu asked calmly: "What are you thinking about?"

Liu Yidao opened his mouth: "I..."

"Don't tell me yet, let me guess." Chen Yu suddenly interrupted him, thought for a while, and said, "You are thinking - I am useless, I am rubbish, I am useless, I can't even control a knife,

You've been living with dogs for most of your life, right?"

Liu Yidao was a little embarrassed and said softly: "I didn't think about the last one."

"Don't worry about the details."

"…"

Chen Yu raised his hand and patted him hard again.

"Hey, Liu Yidao, did you make something wrong?"

"Um?"

Chen Yu snatched the knife from his hand.

Instantly, the blood-red light on the blade bloomed again.

An extremely ferocious and violent evil spirit erupted, breaking through the formation.

It reaches the sky, reaches the earth, and goes straight to the sky.

That evil aura made Liu Yidao shudder.

In his eyes, Chen Yu holding the magic sword in his hand was like a demon god with fierce flames.

That is a power that is beyond his reach!

Liu Yidao clenched his fists, feeling bitter inside.

At this time, Chen Yu asked: "Is it strong?"

Liu Yidao nodded heavily: "Absolutely invincible and powerful."

Chen Yu asked again: "Whose power do you think this is?"

Liu Yidao was stunned for a moment and didn't know why, but he still replied: "Of course it belongs to you, master."

"Wrong." Chen Yu shook his head, "This is not my power, this is the power of the knife."

After saying that, he gently threw the Blood-Drinking Demonic Knife.

The magic knife drew an arc in mid-air and fell towards Liu Yidao.

Liu Yidao quickly caught it.

When his hand held the handle of the knife, he felt an incomparable power pouring into his body.

These powers do not conflict with his own Gang Qi, but they are indistinguishable from each other.
To be continued...