It's just a dagger, no more than a foot long. Even if it is a fragment of the mighty and domineering Heaven-Opening Axe, with a trace of its soul, it can't cut the sky. How many times the width of this day is it, can it be calculated?

It would be great if Luo Xiaochen was here, this guy is not afraid of the second, let him hold the dagger and poke the fog to see if it will change. =_,=

"You guys, it's best to find a way as soon as possible..." Bai Zeshui's eyes crossed them and looked at the entire valley and the wider world beyond the valley. Ordinary people who can save a life can even hear their most desperate cry from the bottom of their throats at the end of their lives: "Time is running out."

At the moment when his voice fell, Ye Zhao, who had been silent while holding the dagger, seemed to have thought of something. With a "clang", he pulled the dagger out of the scabbard.

The shining dagger blade brushed the edge of the dagger scabbard and swiped across Ye Zhao's thumb toward the side of Ye Zhao. The dark red blood beads came out one after another, and flowed into a hollow in the middle along the slanted dagger blade. The groove, and then along the groove, flows to the tip of the dagger. Wherever it passes, there are dense bloodshots that faintly appear on the smooth surface of the dagger, like rapidly growing branches and leaves, and soon cover the entire dagger.

Chapter107

This dagger has been stained with the blood of Taotie and Nie Renyan. Those two times, the blade of the dagger stained with blood will become extraordinarily sharp and sharp in an instant, and it looks like it is sending Light in general. Moreover, after being cut by the dagger, Taotie's performance was particularly intense, and Nie Renyan also said that the wound had a strange burning sensation.

It seems that because he has been asleep for too many years, his edge has converged in the vicissitudes of life, dusting the soul that used to be part of the opening axe, lying in the darkness of the scabbard, dutifully playing the role of an ordinary cold weapon. . And these years of calm, cracks began to appear at the moment when it drank blood, and the stench that contained spiritual energy awakened its blood-thirsty essence as a weapon.

This dagger had never been soaked in a drop of Ye Zhao's blood before, so after listening to Bai Ze's words, Ye Zhao wanted to give it a try. This dagger with such a powerful soul was drinking the blood of its master. After that, what the reaction will be, maybe that's how it's really used...

Looking at the spider web-like red fine pattern gradually emerging on the dagger blade, the whole dagger became excited from calm to faint, and the edge gradually became more vigorous. Ye Zhao could even feel it trembling slightly in his hand.

The ancients always said that weapons have spirituality and can communicate with their masters, let alone a dagger with such a background.

Ye Zhao only felt that the light around the dagger became more and more obvious, and the tremor became bigger and bigger, so big that Ye Zhao could barely hold it with one hand, so he covered it with the other hand.

Its excitement penetrated through Ye Zhao's fingertips and palms, penetrated from the delicate ends of every meridian above, surged through the wrists, arms, and spread to the entire chest, with a similar electric current that was difficult to suppress. A feeling like that filled the entire chest cavity, with the heart beating "thumping", and the blood vessels also contracted and spewed with it, and quickly spread to the limbs.

He only felt that the blood vessels were pulsing in his brain, his eardrums were humming and trembling, and even his eyes were hot. Ye Zhao was surprised by such a change, his eyes widened almost instinctively, and he subconsciously wanted to let go of the dagger, but his fingertips seemed to stick to the hilt of the dagger, completely out of his control, and gradually, his brain Zhong also began to become chaotic, overrun by extreme excitement. The surrounding scenery became a continuous piece, turning into a simple color block, and it was impossible to tell who was who; the voices of the people around became more and more vague, so far that they became blurred and could no longer be heard clearly.

The blood all over his body seemed to be boiling, rushing all the way from his heart to his fingertips, and he could even hear the "gurgling" of his own blood flowing in the huge humming sound of his ears.

He heard a gust of wind that seemed to gather around him, whistling and whirling around him.

His eyes were almost blinded by the growing golden light.

When he almost lost all five senses and could no longer feel anything other than the hilt of the dagger in his hand, he seemed to hear a voice coming from a very distant void, so faint that it was almost indistinguishable in the huge buzzing.

It looks like someone is calling him...

"Ye Zhao!" Nie Renyan shouted, her brows furrowed tightly, she wanted to get close to Ye Zhao with a flick of her figure, but when she was still dozens of meters away, she was hit by the golden light around him again. .

When he saw Ye Zhao cut a hole in his finger with a dagger, he instantly understood what he was thinking. While feeling distressed about the hole in Ye Zhao's hand, he was also curious about the reaction of the dagger.

Since Bai Ze said that this dagger has long regarded Ye Zhao as its master, then Ye Zhao's blood must be different from other people's blood to it. Although Nie Renyan thought that the reaction of the dagger must be unusual, he did not expect that what he saw next would be such a scene——

With Ye Zhao holding the hilt of the dagger with both hands, the wound on the tip of his thumb cracked, and blood rushed out from the open gap, and the dagger was dyed bright red along his fingers. That dagger was like a man who had been thirsty for thousands of years and finally found a source of water, madly sucking Ye Zhao's blood. And the rays of light around it suddenly flourished, enclosing Ye Zhao in it, and even during the rotation, a howling gust of wind rolled up. All the people around him were thrown dozens of meters away.