She wants to buy beauty medicine, and you turn her into a succubus?

Chapter 132 Magic Sword
Deep in the cave, the air in the cold supermarket was filled with tension.

The extraordinary people were divided into two groups, and they were on the verge of a fight.

The Fu Sect, the God-making Organization, and the Evil Qilin are on the same front.

The Security Administration, Shushan, Zhang Xiaoyi, Ye Fan, and Monkey are on the same front.

The two groups are evenly matched.

I have to admire the skills of Xie Qilin, the flower-holding hermit.

He clearly came alone, but he managed to get two groups of forces to fight alongside him.

In fact, the evil Qilin is the temporary leader of the two forces.

Because both the Fu Sect and the God-making Organization thought that the other side was the reinforcements of the Evil Qilin.

No one wants to offend the evil unicorn at this critical moment of life and death.

The evil unicorn stood on the reef and whispered:
"Warm smoke!"

The tall figure of the Eight-foot Bride appeared in front, only half a body shorter than the Evil Kirin:
"Master."

The evil unicorn pointed at Zhang Xiaoyi:
"kill!"

With a sharp roar from the Eight-foot Bride, a huge melee began.

The eight-foot-tall bride faced off against Zhang Xiaoyi.

Han Hai faced Ye Fan.

Lilith, who possesses mental power and has reached a new level of combat power, faces the heartless little monkey.

Lilith liked this monkey very much. She thought her father would definitely like this extraordinary monkey if she gave it to him.

The Fu Sect disciples fought with the Shushan disciples and the administrators of the Security Administration Bureau.

The battle became more and more intense, with flashes of fire and lightning in the sky, spells flying everywhere, and swords flashing and sabers flying.

The extraordinary people are more calm and composed.

They all understand that who can get the opportunity, or even who can survive, depends on who works harder!
The evil Qilin gritted his teeth and swore secretly.

If he fails to kill those people this time and can go back alive, he must create an organization of extraordinary people!
Then, kill all those bastards whose fate is entangled with his!
Fortunately, the Eight-Foot Bride did not disappoint the Evil Qilin.

The Eight-Foot Bride faced Zhang Xiaoyi alone, and Zhang Xiaoyi quickly fell into a disadvantage and had a hard time resisting.

The evil unicorn's eyes lit up with surprise, and he stretched out his hand towards Nuan Yan and shouted loudly:

"Nuan Yan! Kill that Taoist priest! I will marry you when I get back! There will be a sedan chair with eight bearers, and the whole family will celebrate!"

The evil unicorn's words gave the eight-foot bride a direct stimulant.

The eight-foot bride screamed, and the surging ghost energy became more intense, and Zhang Xiaoyi's thunder and lightning were almost drowned by the ghost energy.

You know, the path that the evil unicorn took was safe, and it came here without any effort.

Zhang Xiaoyi used his mental power to kill his way here.

Zhang Xiaoyi, who had expended a great deal of his mental energy, was completely no match for the Eight-foot Bride in the duel.

Suddenly, a faint purple light broke through the darkness of the cave, and everyone felt blinded.

Accompanied by the whistling and exploding sound that was enough to shatter the eardrums, a giant sword smashed into the battle circle like a meteor.

It just pierced into the stone ground between the Eight-foot Bride and Zhang Xiaoyi!

Everyone stopped fighting at the same time and looked up.

In mid-air above the sea, the young man in black clothes and long hair was trembling all over.

The demon snake sensed its master's anger and began to circle around restlessly, spitting out its tongue and roaring.

The black-clothed, long-haired young man looked at the giant sword unwillingly:

"Why, why are you unwilling to submit to me!

What kind of restriction did he put on you? "

This magic sword contains Li Yang's magic circle restriction, which Crow cannot break at all.

If it cannot break this restriction, it will be impossible for it to control the magic sword and use the extraordinary power contained in the magic sword!

The little monkey cried out to the sky in a baby voice:

"Brother! Don't worry about that broken sword! Your two younger brothers are going to be bullied to death!" A strong murderous aura instantly burst out from the crow, staring coldly at the little monkey:
"Who dares to touch the prince appointed by me personally?"

Logically speaking, since the crow calls himself the king, he must be the prince.

In fact, Crow calls himself "The King" just because he thinks it sounds nice.

He considered himself the emperor's.

The little monkey pointed randomly at the crowd:

"Just her! Just him, and him, him, him!"

The crow laughed angrily:

"Okay, okay, a sword is against me, and you dare to go against me!"

The crow's paws turned into claws, and the demon snake instantly swelled up, transforming into a giant black snake, and rushed towards the people that the little monkey Lilith was pointing at.

The Fu Sect disciples were no match for the Crow.

Wherever the devil snake passes, it will take away the life of a disciple of the Fu Sect or a member of the God-making Organization.

Lilith dodged the demon snake in horror.

She recalled the fear dictated by the woman who called herself the Black Queen.

Both are controlling dragons, equally terrifying!
How could Xia Kingdom be so terrifying!
Evil Qilin Roars:

"Nuanyan, forget about Zhang Xiaoyi, kill that bird man!"

The eight-foot bride screamed and flew into the sky.

The crow's eyes widened:
"You call me Birdman?!"

The demon snake roared and rushed towards the back of the eight-foot bride.

The eight-foot bride was no match for the demon snake and fell heavily to the ground. Her body became translucent and her ghostly aura faded.

The evil unicorn screamed:
"Warm smoke!"

The crow looked down at the injured eight-foot bride:
"You were created by him, so you are of the same bloodline as me. I will not kill you."

This sentence exploded like thunder in the hearts of several extraordinary people who had experienced the ancient tomb ruins.

They all knew that the Eight-foot Bride was a powerful figure before the Tang Dynasty!
It’s just that the Eight-Foot Bride had been sealed for too long, and she went mad, and was somehow taken away by the evil Qilin.

Could this young man in black clothes and long hair also be a figure from before the Tang Dynasty? !

Could it be that... he is also from hell?!
This is a powerful man from ancient times!
No wonder he always calls himself "The King". How can modern people call themselves that?
Han Hai knelt down immediately:

"Your Majesty! This is all a misunderstanding!"

The scene became weird.

Because of the existence of Crow, everyone lost the will to fight and there was no need to fight anymore.

While everyone's attention and gaze were focused on the crow, Wei Ming kept staring at the magic sword.

His breathing became rapid and he moved slowly towards the magic sword.

No one focused on the magic sword. They thought that how could they control a magic sword that even the ancients could not do anything about?
And Wei Ming needs this magic sword!
As long as he obtains this magic sword, he can become a senior administrator in the Security Administration!

Power, status, everything!

Wei Ming hopes to have a bright future and he wants to support his sister!
He absolutely didn't want his sister to live such a humble life in the Liu family.

Besides, why can there only be four major families in the imperial capital, and not one more Wei family? !

A hundred years later, future generations will record this:
Wei Ming, the ancestor of the Wei family, snatched the clan’s magic sword from the hands of an ancient strongman in the ruins and created an extraordinary family in one fell swoop!
Wei Ming looked at the magic sword, sweat broke out on the tip of his nose, and his brain was working rapidly.

Is there any fantasy novel that tells how to make a spiritual weapon recognize its master?

He doesn't know anything else, and he has reached his current position thanks to the countless fantasy novels he has accumulated over the past ten years as a bookworm.

At this time, I can only rely on the fantasy novels in my mind.

Wei Ming suddenly remembered something!
Recognize the master? !
Yes! Acknowledge the Lord!

Any spiritual weapon without an owner needs to be recognized by a drop of blood!
Is it just a drop of blood?

(End of this chapter)