Yan Chixia pulled out the golden sword behind Liao Wenjie, thumped twice, and broke the blood-red sword body, pointing to the last thirty-cm short sword, and said, "If I guessed correctly, this is the evil sword 'victory'. Every inch of the sword body is even more evil. The sword god cast only half of it and stopped. Therefore, although it is incomplete, it is indeed a rare divine weapon."

"Five divine weapons...the sword of evil path...the evil sword..."

Liao Wenjie frowned slightly. He seemed to have heard of the story, but the version he knew was far less evil than Yan Chixia told it.

Considering the different worldviews, it is normal to be evil in this land full of monsters and monsters.

"Can the Sword of Evil Dao practice sword control? It won't become a person in the Evil Dao together, right?"

"Hmph, just a weapon, is there something more evil than monsters in the world?"

Yan Chixia glared at Liao Wenjie: "Do you use love? It seems like you have many choices."

It seems to be true.

Liao Wenjie nodded and inserted Shengxie into the handle of the red umbrella. He suddenly thought of something and said with a strong interest: "Sir Yan, aren't you a practitioner of Taoism? How could you have a Buddhist scripture?"

"I have never been to the master, so there are not so many rules to say. Of course, I use any magic weapon. No matter whether it is a Buddha or a Taoist, it is enough to subdue demons and demons." Yan Chixia said for granted.

"I mean, this Buddhist scripture is so powerful, is there any explanation?"

“???”

Yan Chixia raised her eyebrows, thinking that Liao Wenjie, a monk who was more vulgar, was trying to make up for his Diamond Sutra, and said angrily: "Is it so powerful? It's not about reading a scripture, but about who wrote it. This book is not an ordinary handwritten copy."

“Who wrote it?”

"How did I know? I don't even know Sanskrit."

Yan Chixia snorted: "I only know that this 'The Sutra of Vajra Prajna Paramita' was won by me when I was fighting with a monk. After the monk lost, he left with a dead abbot's expression on his face."

"Ah..."

Liao Wenjie didn't know what to say, so he could only say: "The monk was in trouble when he was doing his business... the abbot was so miserable."

"No, that monk is the abbot!"

“…”
Chapter completed!