I'm really decent

Caress your hand on the handle of the knife?

heard.

Peng Qing moved closer again.

At this moment, the lines carved on the handle of the knife have become extremely clear. After combining each seemingly ordinary line with other lines, it seems to come alive in his eyes.

That is the pattern of seal cutting.

It seemed to be a terrifying knife technique.

Apart from that.

It's more like flowing blood, as if it can swallow people completely.

for no reason.

A bad premonition suddenly surged in Peng Qing's heart, and even the hand that was about to reach out stopped.

Bad feeling!

Is there a problem with inheritance?

There was some hesitation in his heart.

But on second thought.

This is just a game, although it can affect reality, but this cannot erase the fact that it is just a game, no matter what happens in the game, the player is immortal.

Since it won't die.

Then many worries can be cast away.

Say.

In order to complete this task, I have spent a lot of effort in searching for monks to slaughter all over the past two years.

The final goal is just this moment.

It would be too wasteful to just give up because of a bad premonition.

thought here.

Peng Qing's eyes turned hard, and he pressed his palm immediately.

Chapter 392 Sword Master

hum-

When the palm touches the handle of the knife.

The entire blood sea space seemed to tremble.

Followed by.

Peng Qing found that his palm seemed to be pulled by some kind of suction, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't pull it out.

Also at this time.

A terrifying idea rose from the long knife.

The voice of indifference and cruelty.

Instantly resounded throughout the blood sea space.

"How many years!"

"Finally waiting for the opportunity!"

"Hahahaha, I finally got my chance!"

Just a few words.

To Peng Qing's ears, it was like being in a thunderstorm, and the body composed of spiritual thoughts almost collapsed.

A great terror welled up in my heart.

He couldn't keep his face calm anymore.

Desire to speak.

but--

But Peng Qing found that his whole body seemed to be imprisoned. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move an inch, and he couldn't even open his mouth to speak.

If this time.

He still doesn't know what happened to him by the NPC.

Then Peng Qing has lived in vain for so many years.

Just what he didn't expect.

This so-called inheritance mission was actually a real trap.

a time.

Peng Qing thought a lot, but he didn't have much fear in his heart.

Although this inheritance task is a trap, causing all the original plans to fail, there may be a price to pay for losing a level.

But that's about it.

this loss.

He can still bear it.

Also at this time.

That terrifying idea rushed directly into his mind.

Compared with the vast and deep mind, Peng Qing's mind was as fragile as a firefly, but it was swallowed up by the flood in just a split second.

Also at this time.

The blood sea space trembled even more violently.

The sea of ​​blood rolled down below, and the endless grievances wailed mournfully, like the end of the world.

Rumbling--

The long knife that was inserted deep into the sea of ​​blood also trembled, and the chains that bound the long knife were stretched suddenly, and even if there was an invisible big hand pulling hard, the chains suddenly shattered.

Lost from chains.

The long knife slowly rose from the sea of ​​blood.

In an instant.

The sky in the sea of ​​blood space shattered, and the breath of destruction spread mightily.

outside world.

At the moment when the long knife chain was broken.

The blood-colored clouds condensed on the sky, followed by blood-red lightning flashing back and forth among them.

An ominous sign.

Spread from the sky above.

Any monk who noticed this breath felt as if his heart was being pulled tightly by a big hand, and even his breathing became a little smoother.

"what's going on!"

A great cultivator at the peak of the Holy Realm who was breaking through retreat opened his mouth abruptly at this moment, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Just now.

He sensed an ominous aura of destruction.

When this aura spreads, even a great monk in the Manifestation Realm cannot keep his mind calm.

Even the state of breakthrough.

Also had to interrupt halfway.

However, compared to the failure of the breakthrough, the cultivator cared more about where the aura came from.

Judging by his hundreds of years of experience.

Never before has such a devastating and ominous force been felt.

In front of this breath.

He felt like an ant, and he only needed to touch it a little, and it might be crushed into slag.

Something like this.

There are many sects nearby.

No matter whether it is a cultivator at the Spiritual Martial Realm or a real Martial Realm cultivator, in front of this aura, they all tremble, as if they have encountered a terrifying world.

When a monk saw the blood-colored thundercloud spreading across the sky.

The mind is even more shocked.

Over time.

The range of the blood-colored thundercloud is no longer limited to the boundary of a mountain forest, but is constantly spreading in all directions. In a short period of time, it has already reached the scope of a real domain.

The monk watching the bloody thundercloud from a distance is fine.

Those who were under the blood-colored thundercloud were as if they were deep in Shura's hell, their bodies were frozen in place, and their minds seemed to be completely frozen, and they didn't dare to move at all.

In the blood sea space.

When the long knife was completely drawn out of the sea of ​​blood, you could see the long knife nearly a hundred feet standing in the void. The blood-red knife seemed to have blood rolling on it, and a terrifying killing atmosphere spread along with it.

As for Peng Qing.

At this moment, he closed his eyes tightly and stood motionless in the void.

After a long time.

He flung his eyes open.

In an instant!

The entire blood sea space ran amok.

With Peng Qing's opening, a pair of scarlet eyes emerged. At this moment, it was as if some terrible existence had revived. When a vast aura swept across, the void wailed faintly.

at this time.

The long knife that was nearly a hundred feet suddenly shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a normal size, and slowly fell in front of Peng Qing.

"long time no see!"

At this moment, Peng Qing was holding the handle of the knife with one hand, with a strange smile on his lips, and his scarlet eyes seemed to be nostalgic.

"Since I'm back this time, I'll finish what I didn't finish at the beginning!"

"You should also follow me and fight again!"

Also at this time.

An old man with a rickety body manifested from the sea of ​​blood. The moment he saw Peng Qing, he immediately bowed his head and bowed down: "The slave of the sword pays homage to the master of the sword!"

"You did a good job at this."

"Thank you knife master!"

"Now that your mission has been completed, come back!" After finishing speaking, Peng Qing also opened his mouth as a knife advocate, and immediately saw that the knife slave did not resist at all, and it turned into a stream of blood and fell into his mouth, which would be swallowed in an instant intra-abdominal.

next moment.

The knife master held the long knife in his hand, and when he slashed out, it easily tore apart the blood sea space.

In an instant.

I saw him stepping out along the cracked sky, and his body disappeared in place.

outside world.