I can't be a demon

Not only did it not damage the bone blade as a whole, it even had an indescribable "ferocity".

Although there was no blood, it gave the illusion of a battle-hardened weapon, with blood dripping from the tip of the blade at any time.

Shen Lian held the bone blade and swung it carefully, increasing the strength he used little by little to prevent the blade from suddenly breaking.

As a result, even with 100% of his strength, the blade still did not overwhelm.

"It's a pity..."

Shen Lian smiled bitterly and gestured. The current length of the bone blade was very suitable for the normal state, and it was indeed necessary to master a sword technique.

However, after the transformation into a bronze body Dharma phase of three or four meters, the bone blade immediately became a bit useless.

"Maintaining the bronze body Dharma phase at about two meters should still be able to play a role. Continuing to increase the size will not be worth the loss..."

"Huh?"

Shen Lian took a breath of cold air.

He subconsciously urged the horizontal training, but it was limited to the local flesh and blood of the arm.

But the bone blade actually produced a subtle reaction.

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes at the sight. The veins on the surface of his arm were all over, expanding like an inflatable, and sharp bone spurs were drilling out of the joints.

Crack, crack, crack.

The bone blade followed the humming sound, and the cracks on the blade stretched open.

The blade was full of cracks like scars, filled with unspeakable evil intentions, and the handle was madly devouring the Yin and Yang energy.

After Shen Lian maintained it for ten breaths, the bone blade began to devour its own blood again.

Half of the courtyard was shrouded in the blood-colored knife light.

Shen Lian stabbed the bone blade into the wall bricks, and there was no feeling of cutting tofu. He realized that the sharpness was based on the strength of the influx of energy.

"Are you kidding me? With my cultivation, I can only barely drive it."

If the Yin and Yang energy is maintained in a small amount, there will be obvious resistance against the wall bricks. It can be seen that swinging the knife to slay demons is a long and arduous task.

Shen Lian poured all the Yin and Yang energy into the bone blade.

Clang.

The saw teeth on the edge of the blade protruded outward, and the whole weapon seemed to come alive.

He slashed his right arm, sparks flew everywhere. Although there was resistance on the blade, it was not a big problem to cut through the flesh.

Shen Lian retracted his horizontal sword, and the bone blade returned to a three-foot jade Tang sword.

"Under normal conditions, you can use the bone blade at will, but the bronze body Dharma still has to focus on fists and palms. After all, the bone blade looks too evil and is easy to attract others' covetousness."

Shen Lian wrapped the blade with a cloth belt and tied it around his waist.

"It's time to make a whole scabbard, and then use the white bone pill to refine the scabbard into a magic weapon, which can also cover up the abnormality of the bone blade on weekdays."

"As for the sword technique."

Shen Lian's mind moved slightly, and soon he had a plan, "The bone blade is suitable for a one-move instant kill sword technique, which can be used as a bottom line."

"It has to be the ghost market. There has been no movement this month, and I don't know when it will reopen."

Shen Lian prepared to find a blacksmith shop early tomorrow morning.

It turned out that the customers who came in and out of the pawnshop were worried and talked in low voices, and they would mention Zhong Kui from time to time.

Shen Lian learned from Fugui that the government temporarily blocked Xing'an Street in Dongcheng District, and now the whole Yanliang Town was in panic.

It is said that two people died in Xing'an Street in the middle of the night, and their heads disappeared.

The Jinwu Guards should have found traces of ghosts in Xing'an Street. There are a lot of talismans arranged at the entrances and exits of the street alone.

"A hemp ghost, right?"

Shen Lian's smile faded, and after dinner, he took advantage of the night to move towards Xing'an Street.

"In my impression, the tailoring business in Yanliang Town is mostly concentrated in the South City District, and the tailoring shops on Xing'an Street should be more dense."

Shen Lian glanced at the bone blade and murmured in a flat voice.

"A metal scabbard is good, but I heard that leather can also be used to make a scabbard."

Chapter 73 You are a good material for making a scabbard

As soon as Shen Lian arrived in Dongcheng District, he noticed the strong resentment.

And the resentment gathered and did not disperse, filling every corner of Xing'an Street. Faintly, you can see that the ground at the edge of the street has spiritual patterns flashing.

"A big deal, at least a medium-level spiritual talisman."

"After locking the ghost, the government immediately blocked Xing'an Street with a spiritual talisman. I'm afraid the hundreds of mortals inside have not had time to evacuate."

Shen Lian shook his head slightly.

As long as the ghost at the source of the resentment can be solved in time, the people can be saved, otherwise half of the city will suffer.

The Jinwu Guards have no choice. Three ghosts have descended in just a few days.

They can't deal with the Painted Skin Ghost in the same way. After all, no one dares to guarantee that the disaster in Gao Laozhuang will be quelled in half a month.

During this period, if the number of ghosts increases, the balance between humans and ghosts will be unbalanced.

The consequences are unimaginable.

Shen Lian wore a bamboo hat and moved around the yamen runners.

When the power was infused into his eyes, what came into view was a large amount of hemp rope, like a spider web, almost covering the entire street, which was creepy.

Compared with the perspective of the Yin-Yang eyes.

At this time, Xing'an Street was brightly lit, and the doors of the tailor shops were open.

"The situation in the yamen doesn't look optimistic."

Shen Lian walked towards the tailor shop with interest.

………

Uncontrollable crying came from the shop.

A woman was holding a child and couldn't stop crying, and there were two yamen runners beside her.

Because the yamen runners were short of manpower, the middle-aged man left the hope of survival to his wife and daughter, and knelt in the corner to wait for death.

Their necks were already bruised, and they were tied by hemp ropes and hung in the air. Every few moments, the hemp ropes would tighten a little.

The yamen runners held a blade with a spell on it and carefully cut the hemp ropes of the mother and daughter.

"Don't be afraid. Half an incense stick will definitely break the hemp rope. When the time comes, you will immediately evacuate Xing'an Street. There will naturally be yamen runners waiting at the intersection to meet you."

"Where's Daddy..."

"Daddy, you have Zhong Kui's blessing, it's okay."

The middle-aged man's face was pale, but he continued to comfort the little girl.

He lit the incense and candles respectfully, knelt down in front of the newly erected Zhong Kui statue, and kept muttering words that everything was fine.

The middle-aged man knew that praying to the gods might not be useful.

He saw with his own eyes that the old man next door had his head and body separated. He was still talking and laughing in the previous breath, but his life was gone in the next breath.

"Master Zhong Kui, it doesn't matter if I die, just bless my wife and daughter, they have been suffering with me..."

At this moment.

Boom.

The southwest corner shook, accompanied by uncontrolled resentment.

There was hemp thread growing in the gaps between the bricks in Xing'an Street, and the color turned blood red. It could be vaguely seen that it seemed to be pieced together into a wedding dress.

The yamen runners were so scared that they couldn't stop trembling.

They understood that since ghosts could affect the environment, their Taoism was likely to be close to a thousand years old.

Hundreds of people in Xing'an Street might have died at the hands of ghosts. The demons with seven or eight hundred years of cultivation were beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Uh uh uh."

The blade in the hand of the yamen fell, and a hemp rope appeared on their necks.

The hemp rope slowly tightened. Because of suffocation, the two people's breathing became heavier. The mother and daughter had fainted and their faces turned blue and purple.

The middle-aged man desperately crawled towards his wife and daughter.

Just when they were about to die, they suddenly felt the hemp rope on their necks loosen.

The yamen came back to his senses and found that his hemp rope had broken.

They noticed later that there was a man wearing a bamboo hat and a long sword on his waist in the store, sipping tea very familiarly.

"Who?"

The yamen took out a drop of eye-brightening talisman water in disbelief.