The Fantastical Beasts at World’s End

This dagger was once stained with Taotie's blood and Nie Renyan's blood. Those two times, the blade of the dagger that was stained with blood became extraordinarily bright in an instant, with great sharpness, and it looked as if it was firing. light in general. And after being cut by that dagger, Taotie's performance was extremely intense, and Nie Renyan also said that the wound had a strange burning sensation.

It seems that because of sleeping for too many years, the sharp edge has been exhausted in the vicissitudes of life, and the soul that was once a part of the sky-opening axe has been sealed. Lying in the darkness of the dagger scabbard, it is doing its best to play the role of an ordinary cold weapon. . And these years of peace, cracks began to appear at the moment it drank blood, and the fishy heat containing aura awakened its bloodthirsty essence as a weapon.

This dagger had never been soaked with a drop of Ye Zhao's blood before, so after hearing Bai Ze's words, Ye Zhao wanted to give it a try. This dagger with such a powerful soul, after drinking the blood of its master , what would be the response, maybe this is the way to really use it...

Looking at the spider web-like red fine patterns gradually emerging on the dagger blade, the whole dagger became faintly excited from calm, and its sharpness gradually became stronger. 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 trembling became bigger and bigger. It was so big that Ye Zhao could hardly hold it with one hand, so he covered it with the other hand.

Its excitement penetrates through Ye Zhao's fingertips and palms holding it, from the delicate ends of every meridian on it, rushes through the wrists, arms, and spreads to the entire chest, carrying a similar electric current that cannot be suppressed. A feeling like this filled the entire chest cavity, causing the heart to thump, and the blood vessels also contracted and expanded with it, and quickly spread to the limbs.

He only felt the blood pulse in his brain, his eardrums were buzzing and trembling, and even his eyes were hot. Ye Zhao was surprised by such a change. He almost instinctively opened his eyes wide, and subconsciously wanted to let go of the dagger, but his fingertips seemed to be stuck to the handle of the dagger, completely out of his control. Gradually, his brain It also began to become chaotic, overwhelmed by extreme excitement. The surrounding scenery became a piece, turned into a simple color block, and it was no longer clear who was who; the voices of the people around became more and more distant, so far away that they became blurred and could no longer be heard clearly.

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

He heard that there seemed to be a strong wind gathering around him, whistling and spinning around him.

His eyes were almost blinded by the increasingly bright golden light.

When he had almost lost all five senses, except for the handle of the dagger he was holding, he seemed to hear a voice coming from an extremely distant void, which was so weak that it was almost indistinguishable among the huge buzzing.

It seems that someone is calling him...

Ye Zhao! Nie Renyan yelled, frowning tightly, and wanted to get close to Ye Zhao in a flash, but when he was tens of meters away from him, he was hit back again by the golden light around him .

When he saw Ye Zhao cut a hole on his finger with the dagger blade earlier, he instantly understood his thoughts. While feeling sorry for the cut in Ye Zhao's hand, he was also curious about the reaction of the dagger.

Since Bai Ze said that the dagger already regarded Ye Zhao as its master, 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 was actually such a scene——

Ye Zhao, who had switched to holding the dagger handle with both hands, had the original wound on his thumb and fingertip cracked, and blood gushed out from the gap, flowing down the finger and the dagger, staining it all in bright red. That dagger is like a person who has been hungry and thirsty for thousands of years and finally found a source of water, sucking Ye Zhao's blood frantically. And the radiance around it suddenly became stronger, enveloping Ye Zhao completely, and even whirled a howling wind as it spun. All the people around were thrown tens of meters away.

In just a moment, Nie Renyan couldn't even see Ye Zhao's outline clearly. His face turned pale in an instant, and all his blood was gone. With the dagger method, is Ye Zhao still alive? !

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Without thinking about it, he rushed towards the golden light mixed with the growing gust of wind, but was hit back the moment he touched it, which made his mouth feel fishy sweet.

Nie Renyan, who tried several times, didn't care about the more and more injuries on his body. This was probably the most stubborn thing he did in his life. After being pushed out again, the black mist around him suddenly opened up. In an instant, it turned into its original form.

The huge eye-catching white tiger lowered its front paws, arched its back, and stretched its entire body into an aggressive posture. The smoky golden eyes turned dark red in an instant of rage, like blood overflowing from the depths of the black pupils. , looks no different from the fierce Taotie and Zhuwu back then.

These are the blood-like eyes that he was born with, representing killing, brutality, ruthlessness and bloodthirsty. During that sacrifice together with Ye Zhao who is Teng Gen to exorcise the ghost epidemic and benefit the common people, these eyes slowly transformed into a peaceful smoky golden color. This almost completely non-aggressive, gentle color has accompanied him to this world thousands of years later, except for the moment when he just awakened, he only turned back to blood red twice, and both times were for Ye Zhao.

This person who cherishes and depends on him with his life must not die!

Nie Renyan was cold in his heart

Leng snorted and laughed: Opening the Sky Axe? Now that you recognize Ye Zhao, you must also recognize Lao Tzu!

When the golden light became more and more prosperous, almost occupying half of the valley, the huge eye-catching white tiger pounced on it, and the moment it touched the golden light, it forcibly carried the feeling of being cut alive by a knife. , almost increased his strength, leaning towards Ye Zhao in the center against the golden glow.

For a moment, the dumbfounded beasts in the valley couldn't help shivering. The bloody scene was too much for them, who had lived for tens of millions of years. Besides, the guy who was shaved and covered in blood and rushed into the golden light, is Qiongqi, right? ! The character of one of the four ancient beasts has been made into that look, so what exactly is the golden glow? !

Ye Zhao, whose consciousness gradually became blurred in the golden light package, only felt the back of his hands get hot, and a pair of hands with slightly rough and thin calluses wrapped his hands, and his back was pressed against a chest that was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar with it. The ups and downs of the heartbeat, the frequency of breathing, even when you are unconscious, you will not admit it wrong——

Nie Renyan.

A man covered in blood hugged another man who was almost bloodless and pale as paper from behind, and his four hands were clasped together...

Ye Zhao's blood was flowing on the bright dagger blade, and Nie Renyan's blood was stained on the expanding golden edge...

Dagger, who had finally had enough to drink, woke up completely at this moment, and a clear roar like a dragon's chant resounded continuously, shaking the mountains and rivers. Amidst the sound that made one's blood vessels burst, an ax-shaped phantom poked its head out of the golden light wrapped in a strong wind, like a dragon diving into the water, and rose to the sky. The phantom continued to grow in size at an extremely fast speed, and the complicated and ancient patterns on the ax blade changed from faintly visible to clearly identifiable, until the entire ax surface filled the space between the sky and the earth.

For a moment, a gust of wind surged like a tiger howling a wolf, rapidly growing from the position of the handle of the axe, and the golden edge also enveloped the entire surface of the axe, and the light gushed out, illuminating the entire world.

Those golden glows are like countless sharp knives, densely packed, piercing through all the white mist.

...

How long has it been since the sun poured down from the sky so unreservedly? All the people on the earth who survived the catastrophe thought this way when they were dying from the erosion of fog or exhausted by despair...

How long has it been since I got used to houses riddled with holes, cities full of ruins and blood, used to this world surrounded by clouds and mist all day long, thinking that maybe until the end of my life, I will never see the day when the clouds will bloom and the moon will shine ?

Fortunately, he is still alive, alive to wait until this day. Although there are not many people who have seen it with their own eyes, at least they have not disappeared in this catastrophe.

...

All the mist between the sky and the earth did not disappear suddenly like in the past, and disappeared without a trace, but was sucked by the ax after being pierced by the golden light, and melted into the huge ax surface that filled the sky and the earth like a phantom.

As fast as it appears, so fast it disappears. After a while, all the white mist disappeared without a trace. As if he had eaten a full meal, the giant ax extinguished the gust of wind in satisfaction, and took away the golden light.

The phantom gradually faded and shrunk, as if it had re-contained that soul in the dagger, which was only small in size.

Successful?! With the help of the eucalyptus juice, the wound on the master's body has been healed to a good extent. Although there are still scars, at least they will not burst open again because of the bigger movements. With his mouth open, he almost witnessed the whole process of the fog being broken, and the moment he saw the sun again, he almost burst into tears. He finally recovered from the shock, wiped his eyes, and jumped off the flat stone. At that moment, his agility was comparable to that of a young boy.

However, he just raised his foot to run towards Ye Zhao and Nie Renyan. Hearing a sound of Dang Lang, the dagger that was still shining faintly fell from the hands of the two of them. The two people who had been struggling to support them finally lost consciousness completely at this time, their bodies softened, and they both fell to the ground while maintaining a half-embracing posture.