The Broken Knife Is Hopeless? Start With The Fusion Of The Demonic Knife Thousand Blades

【Ding! Trigger choice! 】

[1: Break in and ask the old village chief clearly. As a reward, the attack power of the Thousand Blades of the Demonic Sword will be slightly increased. 】

[2: Give up the expedition, leave professional matters to professionals, let the spiritual police uncle solve the matter, and reward "Antarctic pure cotton underwear". 】

[3: Hidden option, what is hidden behind Mikawa Village? Continue the adventure to find the truth, and be rewarded with the right eye of the Devil's Pupil. 】

"..."

"There's something about this devil's eye."

Yang Lin decisively chose the third option.

There is no other reason.

He only wears arctic pants.

Touched his right eye.

Feeling it carefully, he found that the devil's pupil had merged with him without him noticing.

When I closed my eyes and opened them again, I found that the house in front of me had changed.

Red and green mist swirled around.

The green walnut fruit that originally poked out of the wall was just a core hanging on the tree in Yang Lin's eyes.

"Is this... perspective?"

"I can still see the aura in the air? But the color of the aura is wrong. Why is it so red?"

"Could it be a witchcraft?"

Yang Lin recalled in his mind what his high school politics and law teacher said.

Where there is light, there is good and there is evil.

In this world, apart from the underground caves, there is also an extremely hidden organization among the people.

They are a cult.

To say it is a cult is just the name the world gives to this type of organization.

Same as mentioned before.

The soul and body of the awakened person nourished by spiritual energy are great tonics.

This cult is an evil sect that uses the souls and flesh of awakened people to nourish themselves and improve their cultivation.

Once this kind of organization is exposed to the sun, the righteous spiritual police will definitely send out high-level police officers to wipe them out in one fell swoop, leaving no one behind.

That's just what I heard. In reality, there are very few contacts.

Now that Yang Lin has seen it, he can only say that he was lucky.

Yang Lin put his hand on the door, but before he could push it, the door was pulled open from the inside.

What caught his eye was a middle-aged man as thin as a bamboo pole.

This middle-aged man has sunken eyes, slightly severe dark circles, black hair, and sallow skin.

The whole person seemed weak, but it gave Yang Lin the illusion that his whole body was filled with energy.

Character: Song Liu.

Background: Villagers in Sanhe Village believe in divine messengers.

Talent: C Demonic Blackbird (Mutation).

Realm: Level 2 of the Four Realms.

Skills: Earth-level residual soul-eating technique, Xuan-level high-level blood soul array, self-cultivation of the miscellaneous executioner and skinner...

Yang Lin reached out and pulled the doorknob and slowly closed the door.

I originally wanted to give it a try, but now it seems... don't try, just run if you can.

Four realms?

How to fight like this!

What the hell are you going to hit with?

Judging from the technique, it is still a soul-eating technique.

Isn't this special kind of sect technique that a cult uses to devour people's souls?

"It's still unclear what the purpose of these eyes is. I probably won't be able to escape if I run."

In the four realms, what is he going to fight with?

As long as one gently activates the Qi sea in the Dantian, chasing oneself is not as easy as chasing a little baby.

"Calm down. In this situation, you have to calm down."

Yang Lin opened the door again and said to Song Liu with a question mark on his face:

"Hello, please give me permission. I have something to come to see the village chief."

"Uh, Ooo."

Realizing that he had blocked the door, Song Liu quickly stepped aside to get out of the way.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Yang Lin walked into the door and glanced at the walnut tree.

Under the thick black tree, there were piles of white skulls.

Yang Lin closed his right eye, and what he saw with his left eye was normal, just dirt with some weeds growing on it.

He thought to himself: "Most of the victims who were fished here like me were dismembered at the village chief's house, and the bones were buried under the walnut tree."

At first glance, all you can see are skulls.

These villagers are really picky eaters. They don't eat the portion of their heads and they are all buried.

What a waste of a beautiful walnut tree.

"Um?"

Song Liu, who had just closed the door outside, realized something was wrong.

"That's not right. Who is he? Why should I give way to him?"

Thinking back to just now, Song Liu felt angry.

He rolled up his sleeves and opened the door. Just as he was about to roar, he found that there was no one in the yard.

He scratched the back of his bare head and walked to the center of the garden.

"Where are the people?"

Glancing around, he closed his eyes, not knowing what to do.

Yang Lin, who was hiding behind the walnut tree, opened his eyes wide.

In the sight of the devil's eye, there was a black shadow rising into the sky behind Song Liu.

Yang Lin took a closer look.

It was a big black bird.

The big bird is covered in black aura, and its scarlet eyes are hidden in the black feathers.

Buzz~buzz~

At this time, Yang Lin felt the whole sword of the Demonic Thousand Blades tremble violently.

He took out the magic sword Thousand Blades and looked at it before his eyes.

"What's going on? What's going on with Demon Sword Thousand Blades?"

He had never encountered this situation before, and Yang Lin was very confused as to what happened to the Thousand Blades of the Demonic Sword.

"Gu~"

A piercing bird call came, and then a black shadow was seen swooping towards the walnut tree below.

Crash.

Large leaves fell, and a black bird flew in front of Yang Lin and flapped its wings.

"Gu~"

There was another cry, Yang Lin's back pressed against the tree trunk, and his right hand was trembling with the magic sword Thousand Blades.

"Eat~~food~~"

Yang Lin was startled.

The voice in my mind was the sound of a thousand blades of a magic knife piercing it.

"Take a gamble."

Yang Lin gritted his teeth and pulled out the magic sword Thousand Blades.

The blade has a faint purple light, and the devil pattern on the handle glows purple, which is particularly evil.

Yang Lin stabbed out the knife, held the end of the knife handle with one hand, and thrust the tip of the knife straight into the big black bird.

But the next second.

Just hear a bang.

Walnut trees burst.

A fist passed through the tree and hit Yang Lin on the back.

"Pfft."

Yang Lin's body lost weight and fell forward due to the sudden critical hit.

The Demonic Thousand Blades fell out of his hands and fell to the ground, the broken blades covering the ground.

"It turned out to be hiding here."

Song Liu clenched his fists, his eyes turning as scarlet as a black bird.

This is his special skill for controlling beasts.

Shared vision.

Looking at the fragments that fell to the ground, he said:

"I hit that man's knife just now. Yes, my punching power has improved. The soul I absorbed last night was not in vain."

Yang Linqiang got up from the ground and touched his back with his left hand.

"Stepping on my side, it really hurts."

Fortunately, the opponent is only a four-level beast-controlling type, and his own physical fighting skills are weak.

It didn't cause much harm to Yang Lin.

Coupled with the body-casting elixir I took a few days ago, the bones and skin all over my body have been improved.

Now his bones are fine after receiving this punch, but they hurt.

"We need to come up with countermeasures quickly, otherwise GG will suffer a loss."

Yang Lin's mind was running rapidly, constantly thinking of countermeasures.

"Brother Six, what's wrong? You're making such a big fuss."

An old man with a stooped back walked out of the room, his expression changed slightly as he looked at the mess on the ground.

"Brother Six, it's a pity to destroy this beautiful walnut tree. We can still make a lot of money by selling the fruits to the toy market."

The old village chief's tone was full of pity for the walnut tree.

After absorbing so much nutrients from the bones of the awakened ones, the harvested fruits are very valuable when sold as toys.