Qin Huan ran wildly with his heart in full bloom. There was a fire of death. He was like a duck to water in this place of death. Did he take the weapons from the dead slaves?
I'm afraid only you dare to do so over the years?
What made Qin Huan happy was that the place of death was full of too many mysteries. There were too many dead slaves. It was likely that these dead slaves came in in the early period. At that time, there should be many weapons in the famine. Once the talents of the thirteen Jains died here
Aren't all the weapons of the early days in the land of death?
"I don't want to be a wasteful soldier. If I can find immortal soldiers here, I will be satisfied." Qin Huan amused himself, but he knew it was impossible.
No matter in the past or now, every immortal soldier is the treasure of Zhenzong and Zhenzu. No force will reward the young generation. However, Qin Huan is satisfied now. If he remembers correctly, he should have seen the mark of the broadsword in Tianqi sect!
After confirming that there were no dead slaves around, Qin Huan took out the broadsword.
"Hmm?" Qin Huan just started with the broadsword. He felt his body sink and his feet sink into the ground. The weight of the broadsword exceeded Qin Huan's imagination.
According to Qin Huan's physical strength, ten thousand kilograms were easy for him. The broadsword seemed to weigh millions of kilograms.
"Yes, it's true that such a big knife can have such weight. It can be seen that its material is extraordinary. I'm afraid it's made of ten thousand years' fine iron at least. It's definitely a Dao weapon!!" Qin Huan held the handle tightly with both hands. Although he worked hard, he was very surprised. He can make it with ten thousand years' fine iron. It's definitely a Dao weapon, otherwise it would be too outrageous.
Insert the tip of the broadsword into the ground. Qin Huan held the handle tightly in his left hand and quickly wiped the mark on the handle of the broadsword.
When the mark was completely exposed, Qin Huan's eyes were wide open and his mind was shocked.
What a mark! What a mark!!
Just when Qin Huan was shocked, a strong sense of crisis swept through his body. Qin Huan was slightly surprised. He immediately put the broadsword into the empty ring, and gang yuan poured out of his body, forming a defense cover covering his body.
"Boom!" Qin Huan only felt that he was hit by the mountains, and the Gangyuan shield burst, and Qin Yu was pushed away by his powerful force.
"Roar!" a roar rang through the sky.
Qin Huan, who had fallen dozens of feet away, spewed out a mouthful of blood and climbed up slowly, but he saw the dead slave youth standing where he had stood before. The dead slave youth looked around and seemed to be looking for something.
"How could it be that the dead slave could always follow me?" Qin Huan was surprised. Because God's knowledge could not spread, he didn't know that the dead slave was following him.
"What's the matter with this dead slave? Even if he kept his consciousness, he couldn't come here." Qin Huan was shocked. This dead slave was no different from the living. The fire of death covered his whole body. Qin Huan didn't move. He found that the dead slave youth looked around, but didn't feel Qin Huan.
"Is it because of this Dao? He has established some connection with the broad Dao, or he feels the breath of the Dao? But even so, how can the young man feel the breath of the Dao when he is dead?" Qin Huan was very surprised. The dead slave washed his cognition.
"This young man was definitely a genius in heaven. Unfortunately, he didn't have the characteristics of the thirteen Jains, and he didn't know which one he was." Qin Huan took out a pill and swallowed it. He was surprised.
"Roar!"
The young man roared repeatedly, as if he was particularly anxious. His head kept turning and looked around.
"The dead slave still has mood swings? Fortunately, the dead slave can't accurately perceive the broadsword, but in this place of death, the knife can't be taken out." Qin Huan said to himself, looking at the roaring dead slave and trying to leave.
After Qin Huan walked hundreds of feet, the young man followed Qin Huan again, but his direction was not the same as Qin Huan. It seemed that he could only feel the broadsword in a certain direction.
Qin Huan was shocked when he noticed that the young man was following. He wondered how the young man felt the broadsword.
"This is not the way to follow me. To get rid of him, he should attack the living like other dead slaves. Unfortunately, if he were the first, he could not only get rid of the dead slave with the help of the first, but also kill the first with the hand of the dead slave." Qin Huan said to himself that the dead slave was extremely powerful and better than the first.
After pondering for a long time, Qin Huan's eyes were slightly bright and thought, so he hurried to the outside. He planned to lead the dead slave to the young disciples of the Jain family.
Qin Huan's speed is extremely fast. There is a fire of death. He is walking around in the place of death. He doesn't have to worry about these ordinary dead slaves at all.
In half a day.
Qin Huan stopped running and looked at the dead slave young man in surprise. Qin Huan found that the dead slave seemed to be immersed in rage. All the dead slaves he met along the way were torn in two by him, as if he was venting his anger.
"Is this a man or a dead slave?" Qin Huan wondered. Although he knew that the young man was definitely a dead slave, he still had emotions, which was appalling
Glancing at the dead slave torn by the young dead slave, Qin Huan said to himself, "it seems that you have to be the first to lead away the dead slave, and you don't know where the first goes."
In the past half a day, he found that no matter how fast he was, the dead slave could keep up. I'm afraid it would take a long distance to get rid of him, and the strength of the young dead slave was strong. He was afraid that he would only be the first to fight with the dead slave for a while.
"No!" Qin Huan, who turned and continued to run, stopped abruptly without taking a few steps.
"Since this dead slave will attack other ordinary dead slaves, why didn't he attack himself again after attacking himself once?"
"Is it..."
Qin Huan narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his eyes, looked around and said to himself, "did Xiao Ling come after he attacked himself? That is to say, the dead slave young man always knew his existence. To be exact, he always knew that the broadsword was on him? It was because he was afraid of Xiao Ling, so he didn't attack?"
"It should be so!" Qin Huan's eyes narrowed slightly. He thought about the colorful horror eyes of the dead, and his heart was still palpitating.
Qin Huan was deeply shocked when he looked at the dead slave youth. He couldn't figure out whether the dead slave was born with intelligence or consciousness.
Qin Yu sighed. He originally wanted to lead the dead slave youth away. Now it seems impossible. I'm afraid the dead slave youth will never give up until he hands over the broad knife.
But that broad sword... Qin Huan would never hand it over.
Because of the mark on it, Qin Huan had seen it on the sword of Tianqi ancestor.
In other words, the broadsword and Tianqi's sword were made by the same person####