He was walking very slowly and suddenly the tip of his shoe hit a metal object. The object made the sound of metal hitting the ground. When I looked down, it was a familiar taxi.
It was Tenjuunken, the demonic sword that killed Gin Matsumoto until it was wiped from his body. Li Jian looked at her and seemed to understand Matsumoto Gin's original attitude of trying to hug her. He hesitated for a few seconds and then took it.
In the eyes of an outsider, it is just a precious sword, but in He Jian's eyes, the reflection of the blade of the Tian Gong Yun sword reflects the tip of the iceberg of a terrifying gigantic beast, and the boy Something like this: red snake Without leaning on him, the harsh sword light is staring at him carefully, and his black, rotten and broken body seems to be swallowing He Jianan's inner reflection, and his soul is in this huge It was about to be stolen by a beast.
The hidden power of this magic sword further weakened his spirit, but its presence also seemed to drive away the oppressive negative state that had been plaguing him. Crazy whispers, exploration of strange phenomena, and normal physical sensations were all discovered after holding the sword. Some resistance.
A magic knife did not protect He Jia'an. Li Jian is well aware that this is just a dominant and powerful animal that petes for food with other hungry "wolves, tigers, and leopards" and wants to monopolize his "delicious food" that is about to fall. I was there.
"If you can help me prevent the Moon of Blessing and a Thousand Illusions from invading the real world, I will offer myself to you." Li Jia'an bites the bullet and tries to negotiate a deal late with Tai Dao. And so.
As soon as he finished speaking, the magic knife trembled, and He Jian felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand that held the knife. Then I realized that it was as if thousands of flesh worms had bitten the large wound on his hand and drilled a hole in the blood. Go in and eat his flesh and blood like crazy and absorb the nutrients in his body. These thick tubes wriggle around madly in his arms, as if trying to pletely replace the flesh and blood in his arms, but they stop at his shoulders and don't dig deeper.
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