o89【Arrow wound】

The blood on Zhang Xiao’s left hand had not dripped, and of course it had not been steamed by the high temperature of the golden crow. Some kind of force protected the blood here...????????

The trace of blood squeezed out from the palm slid along the unfolded palm. I don’t know if it was a coincidence, the blood stains left vaguely formed a pattern...the shape of a knife!

Buzz ———

Just as the pattern appeared, the drop of blood suddenly shook and instantly turned into a blood mist and spread out. It was very conspicuous in this white space, but in a short while, the blood mist became so thin that it was almost invisible.

Zhang Xiao was not surprised, and he held his palms empty and waited quietly.

The thin, almost invisible blood mist condensed again as if it was attracted by some force.

Condensed in Zhang Xiao's hands.

Condensed into a knife!

A ghost-headed knife!

"Sure enough, with bloodline as the guide, this knife, this ghost-headed knife rooted in my "will"." Zhang Xiao looked at the ghost-headed knife in front of him, and a smile appeared on his terrifying face.

This ghost-headed sword is said to be a ghost-headed sword, but it is a bit different from an ordinary ghost-headed sword. The hilt of the knife is not carved with evil spirits, but a glaring look on both sides of the blade. There is a poem engraved on both sides of the blade: I smile at the sky with my own sword, and I will stay with my liver and gallbladder.

The whole knife does not show any weirdness and evilness, but instead has the grand and grandeur of Buddhism.

This knife is the "seed" left by the decapitated ghost to Zhang Xiao.

During the bank robbery, Zhang Xiao's bloodline was completely awakened, and the bloodline of the zombie ghoul and the brain demon were completely fused and mutated into a new bloodline. However, Zhang Xiao's harvest was not only that, and the seed of the ghost-headed sword left by the dethrone ghost took root and sprouted was his greatest harvest.

Originally, this will seed of will was not that easy to take root and bear fruit. However, during the bank robbery, due to the invasion of the reincarnation practitioners on the plane, Zhang Xiao did not know that, he received help from the real world. At that time, he was the son of the world, so he awakened his bloodline, and thus saved countless time and troubles, hatched the seeds directly, and obtained the ghost-headed knife.

Just as Zhang Xiao guessed, this knife was not a real thing, but a knife of spiritual will, which condensed his fear of death, his attachment to life, his strong will to survive in death, etc.

It can be said that the more tenacious his spirit and strong his will, the more strong his sword is, the more sharp his sword is. This is a blade of salvation, and this is a knife of enlightenment.

The Sword of Spiritual Will is just like this magical sword. When Zhang Xiao first "awakened" this knife, he vaguely realized this, and now...

"Come on, let me see my own enlightenment!" Zhang Xiao tore up his broken vocal cords, shouted at the top of his lungs, and then waved the ghost-headed knife in his hand with his backhand.

clang!———

The magic arrow is not so easy to cut off. The ghost-headed knife slashed the arrow shaft, but it was just the sound of metal and iron attacking. The arrow shaft was not cut off, and it was not even damaged at all.

Zhang Xiao turned his back to these, but he could not see the damage to the arrow shaft. He was not discouraged and just lifted his knife and slashed again - he didn't expect to cut off the magic arrow that shot the golden crow with one knife.

clang!

clang!———

clang!!!———

...

clang!———

Zhang Xiao didn't know how many times he cut, and the arrow shaft still sounded crisp, but Zhang Xiao was unmoved at all. This was his last hope and his last chance. No matter how many times he cut, as long as he was not dead, he would definitely keep chopping.

clang!———

This knife is like a blacksmith.

clang!———

But the stubborn stone under the hammer is so strong.

clang!———

It seems like there is no end.

clang!———

Zhang Xiao was addicted to the repeated iron sounds, and just mechanically punched the iron one after another.

But his mind was completely immersed in it, as if he was under his own knife, as if he had become a stubborn stone.

clang!———

clang!———

clang!———

...

Zhang Xiao's mind was completely sucked in by the sound of iron, as if he had been tempered thousands of times. One knife after another was like a big iron hammer. With the sound of "clang clang", the "impurities" in the mind were squeezed out.

Those impurities were the messy thoughts in his heart, laziness, jealousy, anger, fear, despair... etc., but at this time, these impurities were all beaten out of Zhang Xiao with the sound of swords and arrows fighting.

These invisible thoughts turned into various tangible smoke here, dark blue laziness, purple jealousy, red anger, yellow fear, black despair... All kinds of thoughts turned into various tangible smoke, and were beaten out of Zhang Xiao by Jin Tiexing.

What is left behind is Zhang Xiao’s most essential soul at this time. In that soul shrouded in golden light, there is the awareness that even if Zhang Xiao dies, he cannot take away.

Although Zhang Xiao's soul will be filled with various chaotic thoughts in the future, his soul is pure and perfect at this time, and the ghost-headed sword, which is Zhang Xiao's spiritual will, is even more radiant at this time.

The various smoke thoughts filled Zhang Xiao's side, and he wanted to get back to Zhang Xiao again, but he saw the angry eyes of the Vajra Buddha on the ghost knife opened his eyes angrily. The Buddha opened his mouth and sucked them all into the knife, and he didn't know where they were placed.

Zhang Xiao's side suddenly became clear.

If Zhang Xiao could see his soul at this time, he would see that his soul was crystal clear but extremely tough, and all the vague impurities disappeared and disappeared, only golden, called enlightenment and the light of will.

...

Not long after, quantitative change finally led to qualitative change.

Zhang Xiao's spiritual will was highly united at a certain moment. A golden light flashed on the ghost head knife. He usually slashed, but it triggered a completely different reaction.

clang!————Click,

A crack was actually cracked on the magic arrow!

Although this crack was not even the size of the head silk, it was indeed the knife that hurt the magic arrow!

Buzz ———

...

In a mysterious space, there is a huge sun in the sky.

In a huge building with a simple shape without a zenith but as gorgeous as an imperial palace, there is a man two or three times larger than ordinary people. He sat on a huge chair like a throne in gorgeous animal skins and closed his eyes and pondered.

Suddenly, the majestic man opened his eyes. The black eyes seemed ordinary, but they contained sharp sharpness. His eyes turned slightly and looked at the sun in the sky.

The sun's light was dazzling, but he looked at it as if he was waiting. Instead, following his eyes, the sun seemed to be avoiding, and a cloud floated over to block the sunlight.

"Hmph." The man sneered and turned his gaze again. This time he spent a little longer, and his gaze seemed to have traveled through time and space, looking for something.

"Huh? This is..." He paused and looked somewhere. In front of him was the beam of his palace, but of course he was not looking at the thing in front of him.

His eyes penetrated the endless time and space. He saw a white monster arrow, and then, he naturally saw the prey shot on the monster arrow - the huge three-legged golden crow.

"Is the brand on that door?... It's worthy of being my brand." He had sensed some kind of [fate], and at this moment, he naturally saw through the causes and consequences at first sight, and a hint of complacent smile appeared on his face, but soon, his eyes changed and became fierce and terrifying, because he felt that the white strange arrow was inappropriate, "Hmm? The arrow was injured?"

After a closer look, his face suddenly became a little strange, because he finally saw Zhang Xiao, who was also hanging on the arrow as a skewer, and also saw Zhang Xiao slashing his arrow with a knife at this time.

Of course, he didn't care about Zhang Xiao's serious injury, nor about his horror, but understood Zhang Xiao's identity at a glance.

"New Trial?" He was a little funny, but also found it interesting. What's interesting is that such a weak Trial actually injured his arrow.

Although the myths left on the door are just the breath imprints left by the system in the "myths". Whether it is humans, beasts, or artifacts, they are not real physical entities, but the breath imprints are by no means ordinary, and even the origin of the original body. If this man falls unexpectedly in the future, he can slowly be reborn with this breath imprint. This is the case with the golden crow and the magic arrows.

Why can the little trialer hurt the breath of the magic arrow?

His eyes flashed, as if he had used some magical powers. A strange scene in front of him appeared in front of him that Zhang Xiao cut out the wound of the magical arrow a few seconds ago. With his eyes, he naturally understood the reason.

"Well... I didn't expect this kid to have only such spiritual will... Okay, meeting is fate, so I will help you."

His words are not big talk. The magic arrow has a spirit. Zhang Xiao's sword is the spiritual will that defeat the spirit of the magic arrow. However, if the water is full, it will overflow, and if the moon is full, it will lose. Zhang Xiao's peak sword at that moment is the embodiment of the spiritual will, but it cannot last long. Even if he can still swing a few more swords, it is impossible to cut the magic arrow one by one.

Once Zhang Xiao relaxes and falls back, Zhang Xiao’s normal state is far inferior to the magic arrow. At that time, facing the backlash that the magic arrow will definitely come, Zhang Xiao will be dead.

In fact, even if he doesn't care, Zhang Xiao is absolutely dead. He is right. If he wants to leave the door, the necessary prerequisite is to escape from the state of fighting and cut divine arrows. He has no way to survive.

Fortunately, Zhang Xiao attracted the attention of "his" and fortunately, Zhang Xiao is a descendant of China. To some extent, Zhang Xiao is also a descendant of "his".

"He" is naturally the ancestor of China, the great witch of the Witch clan, and Houyi.

Houyi reached out and then he found that his extremely strong arms were extremely long. His long arms took off a seemingly ordinary hunting bow from the pillar not far away.

But this wooden bow looks ordinary, but it is not ordinary at all. The simple carpenter has an absolutely extraordinary name and history - it is the famous ancient artifact [Sun Shooting Bow]!

I didn't see Hou Yi's movements, just put a index finger on the black bowstring and gently plucked it.

Bang ———

...

Bang ———

Zhang Xiao, who was almost unconscious, suddenly heard a strange sound from the void. The sound was like a string of a piano, but it was extremely rough and monotonous, but it had a strong penetration, which made his trance-like spirit suddenly wake up.

"Woo..." As a result, as soon as he woke up, he almost fainted in pain.

But it turned out that the magic arrow on his chest continued to move forward automatically, but this thing had already grown on him. It is conceivable how painful it would be to Zhang Xiao.

Puff—
To be continued...