Chapter 967 Demon Seed is Natural (1)
The knife fell slowly, inserting into the ground as slowly as cutting tofu.
With the green light overflowing, Aowu watched the big knife eagerly absorb the green light emerging from every corner of the cave. Aowu was stunned, and suddenly felt a strong suction force pushing his whole body forward. .
"Hey, hey, hey..."
He hurriedly stabilized his body and grabbed the stones around the cave.
Seeing that something was wrong, he was afraid that his little cultivation would be sucked away by this overbearing sword, so he was about to turn into a white smoke and slip out. Unexpectedly, just as he was about to run, a powerful force suddenly came from behind him. He was restrained.
"People of our own people!"
Now that Aowu was sure that it was the big sword that was responsible, he felt even more frightened.
Except for Zhou Ye, this sword is cruel and cruel to everyone else. There are countless souls who died under the blade. Aowu doesn't mean that this thing can let him go just because he has been a grindstone for a thousand years. , I can only humblely beg for mercy, and then I feel a little happy in my heart.
When Dao wakes up, several helpers will help him find Zhou Ye.
After he shouted, the strong adsorption force on his body disappeared as expected. He rolled and crawled and hid in the corner, holding his big tail and looking at the big knife stuck in the ground in front of him, displaying his power wantonly. Divine power.
There was a faint light shining in the cave that could not be seen, with a bit of fantasy and splendor. Aowu huddled aside and watched silently. After an unknown amount of time, the wisps of blue light in the cave were finally absorbed.
Aowu quickly put his head in to take a look.
The broadsword standing in the center was still motionless, but the originally simple and dark handle became bright and smooth as if it had been reborn from the ashes. The angry dragon hovering above the handle seemed to become more and more active, with a pair of brown eyes. The dragon's eyes shone like a living thing, and it looked almost like a real dragon, which was extremely terrifying.
In addition to the handle, the blade was also plated with a layer of silver. It was sharp, bright, and glowing. Just looking at it made me feel a chill running through my body from head to toe. My scalp was numb and I subconsciously wanted to stay away.
Aowu was so timid that he hugged the wall and didn't dare to move at all. "You...can you hear me?"
Now he is 70% sure that the green dragon in the old man's mouth is the one on the handle of Zhou Ye's knife. The key is that now she has become a knife, or a murderous weapon. Aowu has no idea what else can be done. A knife cannot be communicated as if it were the same kind.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of dragon roars suddenly came from the blade that had been standing still.
Dragons are ultimately beasts, and they show their strength in many ways, not just by fighting, but also by the intimidating power of their long roars.
Obviously, the sound of the dragon's roar in the ears was much higher pitched and louder than the roar. Just listening to it made people's livers tremble, and they almost couldn't help but kneel down and kowtow.
Aowu blinked his eyes, not daring to move.
He also heard some meaning in the dragon's roar just now. It was very distant and low, mixed with a lot of sadness and sadness, and it had a sense of vicissitudes of life.
Aowu is young, and when he hears this kind of dragon roar, he feels a little inferior in his heart.
The other party is a senior, maybe even older than his father Long...
"You are...the green dragon, right?"
Aowu mustered up the courage to speak, but Da Dao ignored him, but the dragon eye on the hilt blinked quickly.
This time it was captured by Aowu.
Good guy, he is really alive!
(End of chapter)