The mark on Lu Yang's palm said "one", and the mark on Gu Zha's palm said "eighty-seven". After Lu Yang killed Gu Zha, the mark changed to "eighty-eight".
"Is this the evil magic sword that is rumored to be so evil? All the hosts were killed by the magic sword, with Guza being the temporary exception?"
It was obvious that Guza had no sense of morality. He threw things randomly, but Lu Yang helped to pick them up.
The magic knife was dark red in color, and the handle looked like it was made from the horn of some huge demonic beast. The place where the handle and the blade connected were inlaid with a dark red gemstone, which looked like an eye.
Apart from the weird shape, Lu Yang didn't find anything special about it.
"Well, this knife is a bit interesting. It uses a dragon's horn as the hilt, refined steel as the blade, and the dark red gems are actually the eyes of the demonic beast Fei."
Fei, a powerful monster living in the wilderness, has a body like a cow, a white head, one eye, and a snake tail.
The Immortal Fairy finally acted as a golden finger and introduced Lu Yang to the magic of this sword.
"The material of this knife is excellent. If it is forged properly, it can produce spirituality. But the level of the blacksmith is not very good. Forging a body in vain does not make the sword produce spirituality."
"Even the body is a rare magic weapon."
"This sword instinctively desires spirituality, so it is bloodthirsty and murderous. The more you kill, the more likely it is to produce spirituality."
“How do I recognize the Lord?”
"Just shed blood to identify its owner." The Immortal Fairy advised, "But I don't recommend that you shed blood to identify its owner. This knife is greedy. After you become the owner of the knife, the more blood you feed it, the more it will want to devour its owner.
, but if you don’t feed it blood, it will also eat its owner.”
There were magic weapons with similar characteristics in ancient times. The Immortal Fairy met many pretentious geniuses and thought that they were special and could subdue the magic weapons. However, in terms of results, only a few people succeeded.
"So that's it." Lu Yang finally understood why several owners of the magic sword were killed by the magic sword. This magic sword did not want the owner to live at all. "It is an interesting sword."
"The reason why Guza was not bitten by the magic sword is that the time he held it was too short, and it was not yet time for the magic sword to bite him."
Lu Yang asked again: "If the magic sword produces spirituality, what is its quality?"
The Immortal Fairy said disdainfully: "It's not enough to serve as a stepping stone for me anyway."
Lu Yang said oh, it seems that the quality of the magic knife is not very good.
The senior sister said nothing from the beginning to the end, reading quietly.
She believed that with the abilities of Lu Yang and the other three, it would not be difficult to win the first place in this competition.
As he spoke, the mark on Lu Yang's palm changed again, jumping twice from "eighty-eight" to "one hundred and thirty-one".
The meat-and-wine monk was given special attention by everyone. He did not grab the ginseng fruit, but two famous foundation-building stage men did. Without exception, they were all poisoned to death.
The other two ginseng fruits were also coated with poison. They were too far away now and Lu Yang could not feel the state of the ginseng fruit clones.
Lu Yang released his clone state and returned to his original height.
He put the magic knife into the storage ring and looked for the next target.
The storage ring was prepared temporarily by him. After all, in the territory of the Immortal Sect, one cannot use the Taoist Sect's identity jade token as a storage ring. That would be too arrogant.
"Huh? Whose blood is this?" Lu Yang found a few drops of blood on the ground not far away. It was very fresh, as if it was left when someone was injured and escaped.
"Catch up and have a look."
After being injured, the combat effectiveness will inevitably decrease. This is the result of picking up now.
Sure enough, as Lu Yang had guessed, as the distance between him and the injured person increased, the blood stains became more obvious, from a few drops to a puddle. It was obvious that the other person was seriously injured.
Finally, Lu Yang saw the injured person, who was a meat-and-potatoes monk!
At this time, the meat-and-wine monk opened his big hand and pinched a person's neck. With a click, the person's neck was broken.
"Another one I've seduced." The fair-weather monk showed a cruel smile.
In the battle to snatch ginseng fruits, he pretended to be defeated by everyone and escaped with injuries. Several contestants chased him, but he killed them one by one.
"I have such a bad reputation. If I don't do this, I won't find anyone at all." The fair-weather monk explained with a smile.
As one of the three most outstanding seeded players, the others ran away when they saw him, and he had no chance of competing.
It's better to expose the flaw and let the fish take the bait.
The fair-weather monk chuckled: "You look familiar, forget it, whoever you are, consider yourself unlucky when you see me!"
They looked familiar because Ginseng Fruit looked very similar to Lu Yang, just like father and son, but the meat-and-potatoes monk didn't think of it for a while.
The meat-and-wine monk clenched his fists and tensed his muscles. The bleeding wound healed immediately. He took out his golden bowl and tried to hold Lu Yang.
Lu Yang silently took out the magic knife from the storage ring, squatted on the ground, and soaked it with the blood left by the drunken and meaty monk.
The magic sword directly recognizes the meat-and-wine monk as its main character.
The magic knife was seen floating in the air, and with a hiss, it stabbed the meat-and-wine monk.
Probably the Demon Sword has never seen such a generous owner, and wants to give him a warm hug - with the blade.
The fair-weather monk was shocked. Where did the magic knife come from? Why did the magic knife stab him?
The golden bowl that had followed the fair-weather monk for a long time was directly punctured, and the fair-weather monk fought hard.
Lu Yang clicked his tongue on the side: "This level doesn't seem like there is a chance that the Xuankong Temple will fancy it, right?"
Xuankong Temple is the one with the smallest number of people among the five major immortal sects. All the disciples it accepts are extremely talented. With the talent of being a meat-and-wine monk, they can barely work as a handyman for Xuankong Temple.
"The Xuankong Temple claims that everyone has the opportunity to enter. Naturally, I had the opportunity to enter the Xuankong Temple. It's just that I gave up this opportunity!" The fair-weather monk said while fighting.
"...You really put yourself on the line."
The fair-weather monk is very useless. He cannot defeat the magic knife and is stabbed through the heart by the magic knife.
The magic sword once again has no master.
"It's pitiful. The master I just recognized will be gone if I say no."
Lu Yang picked up the magic knife and hit the road again.
"Blood floods the underworld!" Someone is eyeing Lu Yang and secretly attacks him!
A bloody ocean rushed towards Lu Yang, with the smell of blood, and you knew it was blood as soon as you smelled it.
Lu Yang calmly took out the magic sword again. As a sword spirit, he had a natural affinity for swords, so it was not difficult to master sword skills.
He used the sword technique he had just created.
"Recognize the master's sword skills!"
The magic knife slashed into the bloody ocean, like a shark smelling fishy smell, flashing with a strange red light, stabbing Lu Yang's attacker to death again.
"Jingtai Blood Palm!"
"Recognize the master's sword skills!"
"Blood Skull!"
"Recognize the master's sword skills!"
As expected of the Demon Cult, the spells learned are either related to ghost skeletons or blood souls, which are very suitable for choosing a master for the Demon Knife.
Lu Yang relied on one move to recognize the master swordsmanship and defeated all the invincible opponents in the world.
It's a pity that the masters of the magic sword are all short-lived ghosts without exception, and they can't survive more than three seconds before being devoured.
Lu Yang shook his head regretfully. He just wanted to find an owner for the magic knife. Why was it so difficult?
"You have no chance to receive such a good magic weapon."
More and more people are aware of Lu Yang's existence, and now there are rumors in the outside world that Lu Yang has become the master of the magic sword, killing people wantonly, and is even more cruel than Guza.
Some people also recognized that Lu Yang looked very similar to Ginseng Guo. They thought of the person who was poisoned and guessed that Ginseng Guo was a scam.
In the dense forest, after the magic knife stabbed an owner to death as usual, Lu Yang met Meng Jingzhou.
Meng Jingzhou looked at Lu Yang and gritted his teeth.
"What a skill. I disguised myself as ginseng fruit and deceived everyone!"