One hundred ways to die

Chapter 59 Magic Knife
"Boy, this is a gift from the deity. Take it and kill your enemies. Don't forget, there is my imprint in your soul."

Listening to the voice in his mind, and looking at the black knife handle in front of him, Chen Buer's slightly frowning brows slowly relaxed.

Although I don't know where the voice came from, but I seem to be on the same boat as him, that is to say, I don't need to worry that he will be against me.

But looking at the handle of the knife that was still trembling slightly in front of him, Chen Bu'er went straight forward and pulled out the big black knife stuck on the ground.

"Qiang!!!"

With the big knife off the ground, Chen Buer immediately let out an admiration.

"Okay, good knife!"

Holding up the black broadsword in his hand, Chen Buer caressed the mysterious pattern on the broadsword intoxicated.

After being intoxicated for a while, Chen Buer slowly sobered up.

Looking at the slightly domineering broadsword in his hand, Chen Buer's eyes burst into arrogance.

Although I don't have any precious swords in my hands, I have the slightest resistance in the face of the situation in front of me.

Although the big knife looks quite heavy, but when holding it in his hand, he didn't feel its heaviness at all, on the contrary, it was a little light.

Coming to a forest under the thatched cottage, Chen Buer slowly moved the bushes in front of him.

I don't know how many years no one has been here, and there is no trace of existence on the road or anything.

With a wave of the big black knife in his hand towards the bushes, the bushes in front of him were cut open like tofu.

Looking at the extremely smooth cut in the bushes and the slight resistance coming from his hand, Chen Buer nodded immediately.

This big knife can be said to be extremely sharp. Even though I have cultivated to the golden core stage before, I have never seen such a precious knife that cuts iron like mud.

Even those magic weapons, flying swords, still need to be activated by the master with true energy to be able to cut iron like mud.

But where does my true anger come from now?Such a scene can be formed with just a wave of one hand, what if you inject true energy?

Thinking of this in his heart, Chen Bu'er's eyes suddenly showed a trace of fire.

Although he didn't know what the mysterious voice wanted to do when he gave him a knife, but this did not hinder Chen Buer's love for this big knife in the slightest.

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Looking at a herbivore drinking water by the stream in front of him, Chen Buer immediately hid his body behind a tree.

Looking at the animals that were still drinking water slowly and didn't seem to notice their arrival at all, Chen Buer suddenly showed a smile on his face.

This is a big meal sent to him by heaven, how could he miss it?

With this in mind, Chen Buer slowly crawled towards the animal.

Soon, Chen Buer came to a position a little closer to the animal.

Here, the drinking animal is probably not aware of its own existence.

But if he stepped forward again, he might be able to sense his own existence.

With such thoughts in his heart, Chen Buer didn't procrastinate, but directly violently.

There was a slight sound of trampling on the ground, and the animal immediately raised its head to look at the place where the sound came from.

In its eyes, a man was approaching him quickly with a big black knife in his hands.

But before it could react, Chen Buer had already arrived in front of it.

"Pfft~~~~~~"

Accompanied by the sound of a sharp blade entering the body, the animal that had just raised its head was instantly pierced through the chest by a large black knife.

But just as Chen Bu'er breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the animal in front of him, a force slowly spread from the big knife in his hand to his body along his arm.

Sensing the movement of the big knife, Chen Buer's complexion changed suddenly.

Feeling the sudden surge of power in his body, Chen Bu'er was startled, but also remembered the mysterious voice.

That voice had clearly told me that it would give me the strength to take revenge.

However, the so-called giving strength is only the knife in his hand.

"Could it be."

Looking at the black sword in his hand, an incredible idea burst out of Chen Buer's mind.

"You guessed it right, this knife can absorb the essence, blood and soul of the creature you kill, and even, if the person killed is a monk, it can also allow you to gain cultivation."

"How is it? Isn't the gift I gave you very strong?"

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Listening to the voice coming out of his mind, Chen Bu'er's heart was turned upside down at this time.

He understood what this ability represented.

It can absorb the opponent's cultivation base, blood essence, and even soul to improve its own strength.

If this ability is known to others, there may be no place for him in the world.

After all, as long as he can keep killing people or killing monsters, he can quickly become stronger and stronger than everyone in this world!

Such thoughts were spinning in his mind, but a trace of doubt still echoed in Chen Buer's mind.

why?
I am not related to this mysterious voice, so why did they help me, and, moreover, give me such a terrible weapon?

Standing there for a while, Chen Buer slowly shook his head.

The most important thing now is to improve one's own strength, and then think about how to take revenge.

Moreover, Chen Buer also heard some information from that mysterious voice.

It seemed that the mysterious voice couldn't do something by himself, and wanted to lend his hand to help him complete it.

Therefore, I am definitely safe now, and I am not in that kind of situation where I will kill the donkey.

Shaking his head, Chen Buer threw out the thoughts in his heart, and then pulled the big knife out of the animal's body.

Looking at the big knife without a trace of blood in his hand, Chen Buer shook his head slightly.

Picking up the dead animal beside him, Chen Buer went straight back to his little hut.

This small hut is his first camp here, and he doesn't plan to move until he has no tyrannical strength.

And, most importantly, there should be no strong monsters around here.

The disciple who sent him here was only at the Foundation Establishment stage. If he hadn't relied on a treasure handed to him by the sect, he wouldn't have dared to come here even if he was killed.

Of course, that disciple didn't dare to go too deep, and let him go on the periphery.

After all, it is difficult for a cripple whose cultivation has been abolished to survive even in the periphery.

Throwing the animal corpse on his shoulder aside, Chen Buer began to dissect the corpse without a trace of blood.

Since the blood was sucked dry by the big knife, Chen Buer didn't need to worry about the smell of blood attracting other animals, even monsters.

　Brother dei, ask for a recommendation ticket.
　　


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