In the Undead World, after Zhang Shuo sent everyone out, he closed the entrance. Now, even if someone enters the horror house, he cannot come to the Undead World, but will enter the underground space of 200 to 300 square meters.

Zhang Shuo weighed the knife in his hand, and the knife turned into Yin Qi and dissipated.

It is originally a way for Feng Ling to condense it with the rich yin energy, so putting it in the crowd will make people feel chills.

In the face of fear and uncertainty, this chill will make everyone feel fear.

However, Zhang Shuo did not mean to deceive people. He actually revealed that if anyone got the knife, Zhang Shuo planned to give him some supernatural power.

However, this power is actually brought by talismans. There are many talismans in the system mall.

At that time, Zhang Shuo will assemble some talismans and make them into the appearance of a blood knife.

This is the result of Zhang Shuo's careful consideration.

Including this knife, three magic weapons have appeared in this world. The system just said that the history of this knife is very long and is actually from the same period as the Yin-Yang Covering Heaven Pan. This made Zhang Shuo even more curious about what happened in Feng Ling's era?

I want to talk more with Feng Ling.

Zhang Shuoxiang lets some ordinary people possess the supernatural power brought by the talisman, and then instead of himself, he searches for other scattered magic weapons and clues from ancient times.

Many times, ordinary people are indeed very fragile, but the good thing is that there are a large number of people, very adventurous and quick-minded. Perhaps after they have supernatural powers, they can really find some clues.

So Zhang Shuo designed this competition.

Only the elites who can reach the end can gain this power.

If you think about it further, if one day you will descend into the underworld, perhaps the world will change, and those people will be pioneers!

After putting away his thoughts, Zhang Shuo walked towards Feng Ling.

After a few inexpensive pills, the old monk who was dying and was sucked into a fuck by Feng Ling's ultimate move has gradually recovered some vitality.

Life is saved.

However, there was no breath on the old monk anymore, exactly the same as that of an ordinary person.

Feng Ling's move not only sucked away his blood and energy, but also sucked away their life source. His cultivation has all disappeared.

The old monk also realized this, and his eyes were lonely. When he looked at Zhang Shuo, he smiled bitterly.

"Why don't you kill me?"

Huh?

Zhang Shuo looked at him in surprise. How could this old monk speak Chinese?

It seems that I just disdain to say it.

Zhang Shuo said:

"Old Yeju, what is your relationship with Onoju?"

The old monk's face suddenly turned dark.

"I'm not called Lao Yeju, I'm called Haruki Ono!"

Zhang Shuo nodded slightly, "Okay, Old Yeju, what do you mean are Elder Onyeju?"

Haruki Ono nodded helplessly, not wanting to worry about the name anymore.

"I am the contemporary patriarch of the Ono family, and I am in charge of the demon sword Muramasa who has been passed down from generation to generation!"

Zhang Shuo looked at Feng Ling.

At this time, the knife was in Feng Ling's hand.

Zhang Shuo stretched out his hand, Feng Ling handed over the knife, and said in a deep voice: "Master, be careful."

Zhang Shuo nodded slightly. Now that the old ghost is still on him, he is still a little confident.

Feng Ling put the demon sword in Zhang Shuo's hand, and a blood-red aura that could almost be seen with the naked eye rose up and rushed towards Zhang Shuo.

Zhang Shuo was in a demon state at this time, but he didn't dare to be careless. He sticks to his original intention, concentrates his will, and is ready to resist this blood-red aura.

However, this aura had just rushed to Zhang Shuo's spiritual platform.

Bang!

Zhang Shuo only felt a roar in his ears, and the old ghost was shocked directly, and the demon sword also fell out of his hand.

The old monk sitting there flashed a hint of sneer in his eyes.

"Only when the blood of my Ono family flows on my body can you control the demon sword Mumasato. Even so, you must first use Mumasato's breath to immerse your body for thirty years! It is simply a delusion to others to control the demon sword!"

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to have no concern about Zhang Shuo taking away the knife. It turned out that it was because of this.

The old ghost's aura was very weak. He had been pierced by the demon sword before, but now he was shocked from Zhang Shuo's body by the demon sword's aura, and he was lying on the ground and moaning constantly.

Zhang Shuo also felt tinnitus, and felt the qi and blood surge. He hurriedly found the healing pills from the system mall to take them, and then he felt better.

After throwing over a dozen stacks of underworld coins at the old ghost, the old ghost trembled and put them away. Under Zhang Shuo's gaze, he took out two more stacks and began to absorb and heal the wounds.

Zhang Shuo shook his head and turned his eyes to the old monk.

"Yes, this knife." Zhang Shuo said.

The old monk's mouth curled up a hint of sneer.

Zhang Shuo's eyes flashed, and Feng Ling, who was standing aside, was a little worried. However, at this time, Zhang Shuo was asking the system in his mind.

"System, this is a magic weapon of the Ghost King level. Why is it so difficult to control? The Yin-Yang Plate is not so difficult."

"This is because the Yin-Yang Pan lost its weapon spirit, the host. If you want to control this knife, you must first tame the knife intention in this knife!"

"Blade intention?"

"Yes. It is equivalent to the spirit of the instrument. There are many ways of existence of the spirit of the instrument. It may not be like the Yin-Yang Pan or the Judge Pen. It may also be just a will, and it is often born from the magic weapon itself!"

Zhang Shuo has gained some knowledge.

"How do you tame this will? Do you have to have the bloodline of the Ono family as that guy said."

"The spirit of the weapon may slightly recognize the bloodline aura of some of the original owners, but it is not necessarily true. A magic weapon as evil as the Demon Sword is absolutely impossible to recognize bloodlines. It must be that they have practiced a special secret technique."

Zhang Shuo's eyes when he looked at the old monk became much colder. This guy, like that Ono, was also a guy who was full of trains. No wonder it was a family.

"See me a way to tame this knife." Zhang Shuo said to the system.

"Actually, it's a very simple host. The spirit of the Yin-Yang Pan can not suppress the demon sword and let the Feng Ling forcefully merge a drop of your blood with the will of the demon sword, so it can only recognize you as the main one."

So that's that simple?

Zhang Shuo's eyes lit up.

He called Feng Ling, cut his fingertips and handed them over.

"Colle your greatest strength and press this drop of blood into this knife!"

Feng Ling nodded, took the demon sword and Zhang Shuo's blood, and she flew to the sky and began to mobilize the power of the entire undead world.

The wind and clouds changed, and a few minutes later, Feng Ling came back and said to Zhang Shuo:

"Okay, master."

Zhang Shuo laughed loudly, reached out and picked up the demon sword!

Feng Ling was shocked and wanted to stop him, but it was too late. However, after Zhang Shuo picked up the knife, he had nothing to do.

"Master, you..."

Zhang Shuo smiled slightly, looked at the old monk who was shocked and his eyes were almost glaring out, and said with a smile:
Chapter completed!