Even though the blood-red knife floated there and did not move, all the people in the temple had a kind of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Even Palpalan, who has power beyond the rules, is still unwilling to get close to the sword they made.

If the people of the temple pay attention to Bikapodi at this moment, they will notice that the people on the planet, whether they are the original residents or later workers, can't help but look at the sky at the moment when the sword is formed, as if there is some danger there.

The two babies in the Gongsun family's head's courtyard reacted the most intensely. The moment they saw the blood knife, their internal strength, mental strength, and fighting spirit were fully opened, and their bodies became blurred. If it weren't for the brother, sister-in-law and two mothers around them, they would move directly in space.

The two babies' eyes were wide open, and a dangerous feeling filled their hearts. They were almost stopped by an image, but they realized that the nearby area was very safe, and they could even feel the magnetic field protection, so they calmed down again.

"Sister-in-law." Xiao Qi Xiaoyan pulled Narasha's hand from left to right. Only then did they feel most at ease. Beside her sister-in-law, the power of the blood knife suddenly dissipated.

"Not afraid or not." Narasha comforted her younger brother and sister: "The killing energy is a little bit heavy, it's no big deal. It's nothing more than the blood of the sage masters of more than 60 years, it's nothing more than the confrontation of the power of rules, it's just the condensation of the will of more than 160,000 Palpalan, which is far worse than the trillion-dollar souls of your brother."

"Well, it was so scary just now." The two babies took their sister-in-law's hand and looked at their brother, with a relaxed smile on their faces.

The colorful dream surrounding them had just squinted their eyes, and a simulated image made them feel threatened.

In the conference room of the Nine-level Civilization Alliance, all the leaders frowned. They were strong enough, with deep feelings. Looking at the simulated Blood Knife, they felt challenged, not to mention physical ones.

Longduohulan thought for a few breaths and said, "In the past, someone always said that a weapon has a soul and can make people scare. I have never believed it. Today... I believe it.

It reminds me of my childhood, which was when I remember that I was four years old and had outstanding talent. With my own strength, I was called a genius of my generation.

Later I arrived at a planet, where there was no life, except for the swamp or the swamp. Then the magnetic field of the nearby stars suddenly changed. At that time, I was frightened. I felt that the danger was right beside me, and I saw countless unbearable images in front of me.

Like the ghost stories of your galaxy civilization, when you walk in a dark alley and think about the stories you have heard in your heart, you will feel that there is always something inexplicable around you.

I was like this at that time. My eyes clearly looked at the swamp, but I saw groups of people and groups of wild beasts fighting. Blood splattered on me, and sounds lingered in my ears.

Later I found out that there was indeed a war between humans and beasts on that planet, and that was the moment when the magnetic field of the star changed. So the audio and video were left behind.

That was the explanation of science and technology, but I confirmed that blood really touched me. Today I saw the image you simulated by Gongsun Murong, and I once again returned to the memory scene at that time. Do you... really dare to use this knife?"

Longduo Hulan's face looked very ugly when he spoke. Perhaps it was the influence of the image of the knife, or perhaps it was the interference of childhood memories that he wanted to be forgotten but could not forget, so he just felt scared.

It doesn’t matter to Narasha. She also analyzes it according to scientific theories.

"It's normal. For example, if you encounter a palace, the palace is 10,000 meters high and each step is 10 meters high. If you stand under the steps, you will be sure to feel that you are small, just like someone who has never seen a warship for the first time when he sees a warship.

A knife is a knife, used to kill people, no matter how much human blood is there? As long as it is easy to use, it is a good thing. Could it be that the blood of more than 600,000 heavenly magicians will be cursed?

Who can curse me? I rely on my brother Murong, who can curse my brother Murong? There are trillions of people standing behind Brother Murong. Who wants to use his life to curse? Then his life is too small in front of my brother Murong."

When the leaders of the ninth-level civilization heard this, they thought it was true. Gongsun Murong was not fighting alone. When you attack him, don’t be on the soul level, otherwise you will die miserably.

But when you attack him with other means, he will launch a soul attack, especially if he can mobilize the soul power of many people. Who can compete with him?

No wonder he didn't care about the blood knife. Not only did he look at it, but he could also simulate the image. If he had an ordinary person, he would be scared.

Longduo Hulan had to nod and admit that Gongsun Murong was powerful, but he still reminded him: "Gongsun Murong, aren't you afraid that you will become the focus when you hold that knife? It is indeed scary. I believe that you will be sure to kill people when using it, but others will also know that there is such a knife."

He didn't say anything later, but everyone could understand it. That is, you used a treasure knife and they didn't snatch it?

Gongsun Murong did not react at all. When he simulated the image, his mind was placed on the knife. He liked this knife. This knife was domineering enough. As soon as it appeared, it was not as good as the owner, and it was bloody. When he held it, it was a commission for combat power.

He doesn't care how many lives are filled in. What is filled in is the magician's soul filled body life. These lives are all filled for him. When he swings his sword, he will inevitably bear the will of those lives.

Narasha was very envious. She knew that her blood knife was not as powerful as Brother Murong. The artist mainly focused on her brother Murong.

I have to make a new knife, no, a sword.

So she said, "I'm not afraid, have you ever heard a story? There is a knife inside, called Dragon Slaughter."

Everyone shook their heads.

"What I'm talking about is a knife. I'll simplify it and tell you, the sword slays the dragon. The command of the heroes. If the Heavenly Reign cannot come out, who will compete with you? Therefore, I want to create another sword."

After Narasha finished speaking, she looked at everyone with anticipation.

The leaders of the ninth-level civilization: "..."

*******

The people in the Bikapodi Temple were not as easy as anyone else who knew about this situation. They witnessed a miracle, a weapon that the people in the Temple thought could not appear.

It is a knife that combines strong, sharp and magical applications perfectly.

They were sure that when Gongsun Wuming was carrying this knife, his enemies had no power to fight back at all, because the pressure of the rules at this time was a shock that surpassed the rules' ability, which was poured out by more than 600,000 people with the blood of their lives.

As the master of the temple, Biscivanmeis felt that he should have performed better, so he gritted his teeth and moved towards the blood knife step by step. Every step he took was influenced by the power of his heart and rules.

He endured the negative interference and slowly came to the Blood Knife. He stretched out his hand with difficulty, trying to hold the hilt.

He simply thought that there would be no problem if I held it, right? After I held it, I was no longer afraid. I was frightened by the determination of the person who died before, but the knife was not scary.

But when his hand was held on the hilt of the knife, he stopped. There was a sea of ​​blood in front of him. He found that he had come to another world. In this world, he could no longer breathe, and his ability could not be used at all.

He was fixed there, the blood knife still floated, and his body was reflected in blood red by the reflected light.

Just when he felt that he was about to die, he found that the sea of ​​blood in front of him disappeared, his body was flying backward, and Gongsun Yewuming's voice came in his ears.

"I want to die? That's what the thoughts of more than 630,000 heavenly wise men mixed in. Who do you think you are? You, the Lord of the fifth-class temple, want to make more than 600,000 heavenly wise men surrender? Why do you? Come back to me."

Then Biscivanmeis woke up and panted hard.

The people in other temples were shocked. It turned out that the temple master was not good either. From moving over to the empty grip, it was so difficult and finally it was controlled. Is this knife possible for humans to use?

"I can't use it, but unfortunately, no one can use the things I made." Biscevanmeis sighed and said in frustration.

Narasha, who had just pulled him back, was unhappy.

"Who said it's useless? Look at me, come here." She issued an order to the Blood Knife.

The blood knife did not move.

Narasha glared at her eyes and said, "What? Do you only remember the leader temperament of my nameless brother Murong, and have you forgotten the little girl who sells water?"

The ‘Brush’ blood knife instantly appeared on Narasha’s hand, and the blood color weakened.

"Hmph! I remember now? Did I kill few people at the beginning, so you can't remember who I am? Look at the heart of the soul-filled body, my nameless brother is the main one. I don't care what you are, whether you are, whether you are detached or not. Don't show off in front of me."

Narasha held the knife and waved it twice, and was still very unhappy.

She was rejected just now. The magicians of the magic planet care about the most in their hearts was their brother Murong, but why did they forget themselves?

The thoughts on the blood knife seemed to have noticed that they had done something wrong. The blood color faded a lot, and the blade body was buzzing and trembling, as if they were trying to please Narasha.

The people in the temple seemed to be ghosts. Listening to Gongsun Yewuming's words, they watched the blood knife automatically fly into her hands, especially when the blood knife trembled, they actually felt the desire to please.

They were surprised. Is Gongsun Ye Wuming really so strong? The palace master couldn't even go there himself. He said a knife, a weapon, not an animal, how could he listen to humans?

"I forgive you for the last time. Next time, I will ask my brother to turn you into scrap iron. I can do it myself. Are you awesome? Brother Wuming, are you right?"
Chapter completed!