Chapter 44 Demon Gun!

Seeing Hong Yu's look a little twisted, Su Lan's heart was puzzled. She stretched out her white jade hand, pulled Hong Yu to her side, touched his head pitifully, and asked softly, "Yuer, what's the matter? Did you run for nothing and didn't get anything? Ha ha, it doesn't matter. Just sacrifice a weapon by yourself in the future, but the power should be smaller.

Hong Yu heard this and smiled bitterly, with a little apology on his face: "Mom, Yuer got it, but the artifact I got, I'm afraid it will disappoint you."

After saying that, he took a deep breath, and the mysterious gas in his body surged gently. With a slight sound, a waste gun rod rushed out of his mind.

"Uh..." Seeing this waste gun, Su Lan also looked stunned, and then couldn't help laughing.

He ran thousands of miles to the Antarctic Jedi. Unexpectedly, Hong Yu finally took a waste gun back, which was so surprising!

But next, Su Lan looked at the eyes of the waste gun in Hong Yu's hand, but slowly turned into a gaze. Her beautiful eyes flashed and were shining. Her beautiful nose wrinkled slightly: "Huh... Why did I feel a touch of evil spirit on this gun barrel? In this gun barrel... there seems to be a demon sealed!"

"What?" Hearing this, Hong Yu couldn't help but condense his mind. Looking at the waste gun in his hand, it was really as his mother said. The waste gun seemed to exude a touch of demonic spirit, but this demonic spirit was too weak and faint. He must condense his mind to the extreme before he could feel it.

Qianlan is right. This waste gun is really extraordinary!

Just thinking that the gun was demonic spirit, not fairy spirit or spirit, Hong Yu frowned slightly and felt a little hairy.

Sulan on the bed was insightful and saw Hong Yu's look. She stretched out her slender green jade fingers, gently rubbed her temples, and pondered for a moment, saying, "I think it's unimaginable that this long gun has existed for such a long time, if there is really some peerless demon sealed in it. Wang, the soul of the seal should also be scattered, and it is impossible to break the seal again.

However, is it really as she said? Su Lanbing is pure and beautiful, but this time, she guessed wrong!

Not only her, Gu Jian Qianlan asked Hong Yu to leave this waste gun at that time, which was also a big mistake!

Of course, it can't be blamed on them. With the two of them, they can't see how big this waste gun rod is.

When Hong Yu heard his mother say this, he slowly ran the Xuangong in his body and entered the gun barrel. Indeed, as his mother said, there was only a faint evil spirit in the gun barrel, and there was nothing else.

Hong Yu was completely relieved, and immediately tried to double the operation of Xuangong. Sure enough, a magical scene happened at this moment. A shadow of a gunhead slowly appeared on the bare barrel. Moreover, with the input of Xuangong, the head of the gun became clearer and clearer. In the end, it was completely materialized, and It became a complete long gun.

The long gun is still very simple, and there is no sense of murder, only a faint demonic spirit.

"It's really a demon gun. No wonder it has a touch of demon!" Seeing this strange scene, Su Lan touched her forehead and sighed.

"Hehe...!" Hong Yu was happy in his heart. This time, he will never be laughed at by his brothers again.

Next, Sulan asked Hong Yu to take out a wooden box, which was not big, not much bigger than a book. Hong Yu was puzzled and opened the wooden box at Sulan's sign, which was indeed a book.

After seeing the three words on this book, Hong Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, as green as the greedy wolf's eyes under the night.

"Uh... "The Demon Slayer...!"

The classics are very thick, and the book skin is made of sheepskin, with endless traces of years.

With his slender fingers, he couldn't help gently touching the three gilded words on the sheepskin. Hong Yu muttered and couldn't help but be excited.

Looking at the boy in front of her with a funny look, Su Lan shook her head helplessly and smiled softly: "Yuer, that's right, this is the ancestral secret of the Hong family, the Demon Slayer. Your father was hunted by the Hong family forever because of it."

When Hong Yu heard this, his thin body couldn't help trembling slightly. Yes, it was it that made his father, who had never met, still flee to the world.

Before practicing the demon butcher, it has always been just Sulan's oral practice formula. Now that he saw the real Demon Slayer, Hong Yu seemed to have seen his father's escape. For a moment, he held the Demon Slayer in both hands and lost his mind.

Sulan was also a little stunned when she saw this ancestral classics of the Hong family again. The pictures of those with Hong Yu's father flashed in her mind.

After recalling for a moment, she sighed gently, corrected her look, and introduced to Hong Yu, "The Demon Slayer is said to have been created by the ancestors of the Hong family. The whole set of Demon Slayers has a total of 99 heavens, and these 99 Heavens are divided into three levels. The first to the thirty-third heaven is an ordinary level, which can be achieved only by your own hard practice. The thirty-four heavens to sixty-six heavens are fairy-level. These thirty-three heavens must be assisted by the power of nature to cultivate successfully. And the last thirty-three days are fantasy-level. It is just a fantasy. If you want to cultivate it, you can only participate in creation.

"The Hong family, since the ancestor, no one has been able to cultivate the demon-slayer to ninety-nine heavens. Even the ancestor himself, he has only cultivated to the 80th heavens. Yes, this set of demon-killing hands was created by the ancestor himself, but the last thirty-three days is only thirty-three fantasy. If a person wants to realize himself My fantasy is so difficult. Even if the ancestor only cultivated to the 80th heaven, he was an extremely great cultivation..."

Listening to his mother's introduction, Hong Yu's delicate eyes blinked vigorously a few times, and secretly, he kept pumping cold air. This sounded too mysterious. According to his mother's formula, he practiced hard for three years, and now he has reached the eighth heaven, but it turned out that it was just the skin of the devil's hand, even So, it doesn't even count the fur!

A faint arc was pulled at the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly bitterly. His slender fingers opened the ancient classics and looked at the cultivation formulas and a pair of pictures. Hong Yu's heart couldn't help throbbing.

Son, a man's voice appeared on the yellow page, and Hong Yu was stunned in an instant...