Chapter 392 Black Knife (,)

Chapter 392 Black Knife

At the moment Zhou Yisheng's treasure knife was bought, the six worlds shook, and countless hidden old monsters woke up one after another. These gods born from chaos all had an inexplicable breath of heart palpitations. They each restricted each other. The only way to go further is to swallow all the Xuanhuang Erqi of the six worlds and use this bet to see how to see the ability. Whether it is really detached, but every war is not satisfactory. They have not got enough mysterious yellow energy. They can only wait for the six worlds to breed more. In the second war, they seem to feel that this war will be a turning point. It is possible that their opponents or themselves will die, but they have lived for too long, so they need The more dangerous it is, the more they can break through, so they are looking forward to it.

In the endless darkness, Hua Jun suddenly opened his eyes, and his face, which had remained unchanged for tens of thousands of years, showed a very shocked look. He never thought that his son would break free from his shackles, and even Zhou Yisheng's mother could not interfere. Now he can't feel his existence. That It means that there is a bigger move, or other reasons. He immediately threw all his spirit into Huamo, a perverted existence he created to whip Zhou Yisheng.

What is the Chinese devil doing at this time? At this time, he is listening to music in the imperial city. Although the imperial city has been surrounded for a long time and the mountain suddenly came out again, the current imperial city has some anger, which is no longer a hell scene full of mourning. After the opening of the city, countless people poured out of the city, and the emperor did not When the order was stopped, the huge imperial city was a little empty, because there was no grain replenishment in various places. Although millions of loads of grain were hoarded in the imperial city, there was no new grain replenishment. At this time, it was not enough for the expenses of everyone in the imperial city.

However, as soon as the Chinese devil came, he let the emperor solve a very important problem, that is, food. He searched everywhere, making the people who had already suffered from war lack food. Now after being searched by him, the people everywhere have completely fallen into the heat of water and fire, and even began to eat in some places and become refining in the world. Prison, but he didn't care so much. After bringing the food into Beijing, he did not let the emperor stop the people in the imperial city from going out to look for food.

The emperor regarded Huamo as a guest and allowed him to enter and leave the palace. He almost became the last person around the emperor. There were even rumors from the people that as long as the devil fell in love with one of the emperor's concubines, the emperor would agree to his request, because the emperor needed this man's ruthlessness.

The largest Huangfeng Pavilion in the imperial city heard the sound of tinkling. The music is beautiful **, which is incompatible with the desolation in the imperial city. If it had been a few days ago, perhaps with the music of Huangfeng Pavilion, it would immediately attract countless hungry refugees to rush in and wash away! Suddenly, Huamo's voice came: "Come on! Let's drink with the uncle again, and we will have fun together later.

The abrupt Chinese demon covered his head and fell to the ground in pain, and even kept twitching. He saw the fear in his eyes. He seemed to see something that he did not dare to face. He kept rolling on the ground. Suddenly, these wine-coffering beauties were scared to shrink together like quail, and he couldn't wait for the devil's headache. Forget it, they were originally selling their skills and not their bodies, but they were forced to serve her, and it can be said that they wanted to die at night. Several sisters couldn't stand hanging, and even Feng Niang was captured by him in the imperial city prison. Some sisters secretly went to see her. Some sisters lived a miserable life. My sister wants to escape, but now in this troubled times, I heard that she is not only unpreserving of the imperial city, but also will be killed and eaten after being used by many riots. What can these women do in such a troubled times? They can only compromise.

"Ah! Zhou Yisheng, what are you going to do? I'm going to kill you.

"Zhou Yisheng, stop quickly. I'm going to kill you!" Huamo looked extremely painful. He guessed that Zhou Yisheng must be making trouble. Once before, the pain made him roll all over the ground. I don't know how many women tossed to recover. Now he actually began to toss again, hating Zhou Yisheng to his bones.

The black light quickly converges into the knife. Zhou Yisheng saw the shape of the knife, which was more like a sword, but on one side became a little heavy and became a knife that only knew how to attack. However, Zhou Yisheng also preferred this knife. There was a shadow of a sword, but it was an unparalleled powerful knife. He carefully checked this The black knife, plain and unpretentious, can't see anything extraordinary, but it is extremely ordinary. The handle of the knife is thick and dark, with some small points raised. At a rough look, I thought it was non-slip. Looking at these small points carefully, they are faces, and their expressions are very painful. Each face is full of fear and vivid.

Zhou Yisheng is not only terrible, but I'm afraid he can't count how many faces there are on this knife! What a huge project it takes to have such a shocking work. Look at the knife body. There is only one simple inscription on the dark knife. Zhou Yisheng has never even seen this word, but if he stares at it firmly, there will be an illusion of cold all over his body, which makes him horrible. What makes him live now? However, I feel horrible! Maybe this is a killing word! But who knows! The blade is wide and the palm is so wide, and the thumb is so thick on the back of the knife, which is more like a double-sided epee, but the blades on these two sides are not proportional at all, so it becomes a knife. The more Zhou Yisheng looked at it, the more he liked it. Although he didn't know the name of the knife and its power, it did not prevent him from becoming familiar with it. He was its owner.

He carried the knife on his back, and Zhou Yisheng walked towards Zixing. At this time, there was some contradiction in his heart. He was sure that the knife had a lot to do with him, but how could he send the little girl?

"God! After waiting for you for thousands of years, you finally appeared.

"God! Please forgive us sinners! Please bless us sinners!"

"God! We shouldn't have buried your weapons, God! Forgive us!"

"God! Do you have any underwear to wear?" The little guy didn't know what the fanatical appearance of these elders were roaring. He knelt down with some knee pain. When his mother was not paying attention, he stood up and saw him with his thumb in the innermost, constantly flowing saliva, looking up his little face and milkyly asking, as if a little bug was rippled mischievously. Perhaps in his impression, it is normal not to wear underwear, and the strange uncle in front of him is abnormal, so he should wear underwear outside.

Zhou Yisheng looked at these shining eyes, and then looked at the feverish look of these old people kneeling down. A shock surged in his heart. Who did this shock belong to? Maybe it belongs to the pollution-free eyes and the flash of fanaticism in these wise eyes that penetrated the world.

It seems that if you don't say anything, the fanaticism of these aliens will not fade. Thinking of the alien language you have learned, there is an impulse. If you speak Central Plains, maybe their faith will collapse overnight! If they don't have faith, is it a good thing or a bad thing? Maybe they will do something, but if they don't do it, will they want to see it? Just be tough! But he didn't pay attention to Zixing's continuous wince at her and opened his mouth to speak.

"Get up!" Zhou Yisheng's voice was like a bell. His words had a shocking power, which obviously blended Buddha nature into his language and wanted to wake up these fanatical people.

"It's over. Didn't I ask you to pretend and not to talk?" Zixing closed his eyes helplessly. Why didn't he follow the plan? However, I got the weapon. Although I can't take these aliens for my own use and help take care of Yun Mengze, it's good to get the weapon, but the next scene made Zixing stunned, his mouth wide open, and he just wanted to ask what was going on.

"Ah! This is the language of God! You are indeed a god." A large number of old people are crazy. They are all confused and their mouths are constantly shaking. They are talking about the ancient dialect of the Central Plains, but some words are a little vague.

"What! The ancient words of the Central Plains." Zixing was speechless again, but he immediately woke up and looked at Zhou Yisheng. Is he really the god of this clan? Otherwise, why is it such a coincidence? The fierce weapon in the previous moment was quietly carried on Zhou Yisheng's back.

"Get up!" Zhou Yisheng didn't expect such a fucking thing to happen suddenly. Is this a coincidence or whether he is really their god? Even Zhou Yisheng began to doubt and said quickly.

"Get up, everyone! Our God has ordered that whoever dares to disobey God's will, I will be the first to expel him from my clan. A gray-haired alien old man stood up tremblingly and almost fell to the ground. He was overexcited and had some brain congestion. However, when he saw the knife on Zhou Yisheng's back, his heart seemed to be dozens of years younger, beating normally and his spirit was 100 times! He waved his hand very domineeringly.

"How can you be sure that I am your god?" Zhou Yisheng was really speechless and asked.

As soon as Zixing saw Zhou Yisheng's dying appearance, he originally asked him to pretend to be the god of this clan, but he didn't expect that this alien was regarded as a god, and he didn't want to do it. He suddenly turned his face white and went behind Zhou Yisheng's back and viciously reached out to pinch Zhou Yisheng's waist. He whispered, "You can't help me finish the play!"

"Go! Great God, let's show you what you left behind. The old man was very excited. They had no intention to explore what their saint did behind Zhou Yisheng. Obviously, they had believed the saint's words and were good friends with their gods.

"Go to see something." Zhou Yisheng didn't refuse this time. Maybe the things left behind can make these people wake up a little!

"You left a cave where there are many things in it. Our family is not only to take refuge here, but also to protect your things. You don't know that several times when a large group of beasts in Yunmeng came out to slaughter the village, we almost had the disaster of extermination. It was your protection that made us here. After living quietly, the poison in Yunmengze has not come out, and no large group of fierce beasts have come out to slaughter the village, so our ancestors vowed to protect your things and pass them on from generation to generation. You are our patron saint!" The old man led the way, and a large group of people followed, looking at Zhou Yisheng's fanatical appearance, just like a beggar who had been hungry for several nights and saw a big white steamed bun.

Zhou Yisheng was called by these old people. He was very uncomfortable and wanted to say that he was not their god, but looking at the hope of this large group of people, he may have some difficulties and need his own god, so he put his spirit on him. Well! Since you respect me so much, I will definitely help you solve it, and I am worthy of your respect. Zhou Yisheng secretly swore in his heart.