In the memory of the previous life, the peach wood sword was a Taoist magic weapon, which could bring good luck to the house, ward off evil and attract wealth, and had incredible power.
The essence of the so-called immortal wood is a weapon for subduing dragons and controlling ghosts. It can destroy evil spirits, eliminate disasters, connect the heaven and earth, sense the gods, reveal the Tao and Dharma, and help in cultivation.
The treasures of the world should not be despised or desecrated.
However, the blade of this mahogany sword is a bit broken, one side of the sword is missing, half of the sword is blackened, and it is not straight, so it looks like an ordinary piece of wood from a distance.
It stopped outside Victor's eyebrows. After a while, it suddenly shot up into the sky and flew into the air again, hanging motionless above his head.
Looking up, the sword and the canyon that seemed to have been chopped by an ax combined to form a wonderful scene, which made Victor couldn't help but think of the so-called "God's Punishment Canyon". Could it be that this canyon was cut by an axe?
Was the peach wood sword chopped out?
His heartbeat was very fast, and the pain caused by the wounds on his body constantly reminded him that he was still alive and now was not the time to be in a daze.
So, he once again tried to draw a wooden spell to heal himself, but the next second, the peach wood sword above his head once again created a visible golden ripple, spreading rapidly around it. When it swept across Victor's body, Victor found himself
Still unable to use the invisible technique.
This strange mahogany sword is like an artifact that suppresses the world. No power related to invisible arts can be exerted beneath it!
Not only that, after realizing that Victor was trying to use the invisible technique again, the tip of the peach wood sword pointed at him again, as if it was about to stab him again.
"Suppress evil..."
A call came from the cliff.
This time Victor heard it clearly, it was exactly the same voice that stopped Taomu Jian before.
After hearing this sound, Taomu Sword was reset to its initial state and did not attack Victor.
The tension relaxed a little, and Victor understood. That thing could not only suppress the invisible art, but also sense the source of the invisible art and launch an attack!
If that voice hadn't stopped Taomujian, Victor would have died twice.
He could clearly feel just now that the power of this mahogany sword was definitely not only capable of destroying material objects.
You can't say for sure, even if you let your spiritual body escape into the secret place, you won't be able to escape.
It was so terrifying that Victor didn't want to provoke it anymore, so he could only endure the pain and stop trying to use the invisible technique.
He carefully walked around the sword and looked up, hoping to figure out who the savior on the cliff was.
"Thank you! Does that thing belong to you?"
Victor shouted loudly, but no one answered him after calling twice.
He didn't want to stay here any longer, so he picked up a bone from an unknown animal and used it as a walking stick, enduring the pain and walking south, that is, along the bottom of the canyon.
Fortunately, because of the previous confrontation, Tao Mujian did not continue to usurp Victor's years, and he no longer aged rapidly.
Also because the Taomu Sword has absorbed the years and lifespan of all living things in the canyon all year round, Victor has not encountered any danger from wild animals.
Finally, just as the sun was about to set, he saw the scenery outside the canyon...
"It turns out...this is why the Valentan people call it a forbidden place."
His mouth was dry, he was muttering to himself, and he was swaying when he walked.
I haven't eaten anything all day, and I've been through the battle, and now I'm quite exhausted.
Ever since he left Missouri to join the Anti-Suppression Department, he had not been in such a difficult situation for a long time.
It can be said that there is absolutely no supplies on him, the bullets are empty, and the blood spell flying cards prepared in advance are almost used up.
Looking at the Scourge Canyon left behind, Victor drew a wooden spell on himself with trembling hands to heal his injuries.
Finally, he could use the invisible technique without being disturbed by the power of the Taomu Sword.
When the wooden spell written in blood was printed on his chest, Victor could feel a soft power covering his whole body.
The pain from the wound gradually slowed down, and the internal injuries also slowly recovered.
The coyote statue on the back has long since retracted, and it is like a hard stone welded into Victor's body.
Although the injury was recovering, the problem of food and water had not been solved, and Victor still felt weak and tired.
The map was not on him, so he tried to use the fortune teller's ability to confirm the location of Rilcui, and walked towards that place.
In front of him was a desert with eastern characteristics. There were no woods or roads in a large area. It would take at least several hours to walk through this wasteland. Victor no longer had the strength to cross it.
Before the sun set, he fell down and drew a yang talisman for himself, hoping that with the luck of the yang talisman, he could be saved by passers-by when he woke up.
This abacus was a good one. He did bring luck to himself through this Yang Talisman, and was met and saved by a passing human being.
However, that group of people were not ordinary passers-by, but a pair of convoys escorting slaves!
Victor was splashed with water and woke up. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was in a huge iron cage.
"Hey! Are you awake!?"
Sitting in front of him was an unkempt man. Like Victor, he was also locked in this cage, with his hands and feet shackled.
Victor moved his hands and found that they were tied, and couldn't help but frowned.
"Give you some water! Look at your idiot's face, you look like you're about to die."
The escort who poured water on him stared at Victor's face, sneered, and then poured a pot of water on his head.
Victor opened his mouth and took a few sips to feel better. Then he realized that the sun was shining brightly and he had been unconscious in the wilderness for at least a whole night.
"Where am I?" He opened his mouth and asked softly.
The escort looked at him and said proudly: "Southern Santo Toango, we are about to reach Lilcui!"
Victor raised his wrist to show him his bound hands, as if asking him what he meant.
The escort laughed, and his face instantly turned fierce: "You are our property now! Do you understand?"
Victor tilted his head and said in a deep voice: "I didn't sign... any kind of contract..."
"No, no, no... you've already signed it. The boy in front of you, throw the roster over!" The escort roared, then reached out to take a moldy book, and then opened it to Victor. On one page of the contract, there was a root
Thumbs up handprint.
"These are your fingerprints, don't try to deny them!" the escort snorted.
Victor looked at him coldly. He knew very well that he had never pressed his fingerprints. This guy must have pressed them with his fingers while he was unconscious.
This booklet is not legal at all because Victor did not sign it and the other party does not know his name.
But he put it aside for the time being, because he knew that the escort convoy would go to Lilcui, and he happened to be riding a ride.
"Where did you come from...Isn't the railway viaduct broken?"
He tried to inquire, but the escort did not answer honestly, and just told him to shut up: "What the hell does it have to do with you? Don't bother me, I'll cut your tongue out if you ask again!"