Start with a blood-drinking sword and destroy the world of immortal cultivation

Ye Buwen arrived outside the East City Gate, where there were huge crowds of people.

Hearing that the sword was completed, many ministers and people could not help but come here to see the style of the sword.

Although there were many people, everyone tacitly made way for Ye Buwen's convoy to enter.

Ye Buwen jumped off the carriage and looked at the knife makers kneeling in front of the stove.

Daochi and Qi Feng held up a tray covered with a piece of luxurious red cloth.

"Your Majesty, I am fortunate to have fulfilled your mission. The magic sword is completed. Please inspect it."

"Okay."

Ye Buwen opened the red cloth with expectation, and a long sword with blood-red patterns lay on the tray.

The tail of the sword is a golden hollow circular ring, and the handle is black, plain and unpretentious.

The handguard is oval, with a blood-colored dragon-like pattern on it. The dragon is not carved, but printed inside, as if it grew automatically, full of domineering.

The blade is one meter long, straight, with a white blade and blood-colored lines on it, like thunder patterns, which looks quite evil.

Ye Buwen fell in love with this knife at first sight.

"A classic ring-headed knife style. How is this blood pattern formed? Will it affect the quality of the blade?"

Although he likes the color of the blood pattern, he is still worried about the quality of the blade.

After all, it is used for fighting, not for viewing.

The blood pattern printed inside the knife means impurities, which will affect the firmness of the knife.

The knife fanatic's eyes showed fanaticism.

"Your Majesty, this blood pattern is not intentional by us, but is formed by the creation of heaven and earth after adding your holy blood. Even the holy dragon on the hand guard is naturally formed. It will not have any bad effects on the knife."

"And your majesty is born sacred, this blood pattern must be a divine pattern offered to you by heaven and earth to help you be invincible in the world."

Ye Buwen was flattered.

Look at what this person said, why is it so nice.

But Ye Buwen will not be flattered to death, he still knows his own weight.

He stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt.

Suddenly, a feeling of blood connection came from the knife.

This knife is like his own arm.

Ye Buwen clenched his hand tightly, and the blood-colored knife pattern actually revealed a faint blood light, as if blood was flowing inside, which was extremely magical under the sunlight.

"Zheng..." A knife sounded, and the blood-colored light suddenly burst out.

"The sword has become a spirit!" Qi Feng's face was full of ecstasy.

"Hahaha..." The knife maniac laughed, "This is definitely a magic weapon, a magic weapon made by mortals like us."

All the knife craftsmen looked at this scene, and their eyes couldn't help but be excited and unbelievable.

Is this the magic weapon they participated in making?

Is such a magical performance made by mortals like them?

The craftsmen were moved and proud.

Having made such a magic weapon, the craftsmen will have no regrets in their lives.

"Congratulations to your majesty for getting the magic weapon, and your majesty is supreme." The eunuch knelt down and saluted excitedly.

"Congratulations to your majesty for getting the magic weapon, and your majesty is supreme." Everyone knelt down to surrender to this scene and shouted together.

Ouyang Zhan knelt on the ground with a complicated expression.

Genius is a genius in every aspect.

He became innate in one year, and invincible in ten countries in less than two years.

He became emperor for one month and the people submitted to him.

Even the knife made of blood is so magical.

Such deeds are like the ancient human heroes and sages.

And he is witnessing such a miracle with his own eyes.

He has a premonition in his heart that he is witnessing the rise of the sages of the human race.

Lin Murong and Zhou Yi can't help but be shocked, and their worldview is broken.

A mere mortal can actually make such a magical weapon.

This magical movement, even the spiritual weapon of the foundation-building great cultivator can't have it.

"Very good, this knife is very good." Ye Buwen showed joy on his face.

This knife far exceeded his expectations.

With such a magical performance, this knife is no less than the magic weapon of the cultivator.

Ye Buwen took out the middle-grade flying sword he got from Zeng Guangling and threw it into the air.

Then he raised the long knife in his hand and chopped it down hard at the magical weapon that was faintly emitting spiritual light.

"Ding~" With a crisp sound of gold colliding, the middle-grade flying sword broke into two halves and fell to the ground, with a smooth cut.

Ye Buwen lifted the knife and looked at the blade. There was no curling of the blade, not even a white spot.

"Good knife, good knife." Ye Buwen couldn't help but say again.

Picking up the simple scabbard, Ye Buwen put the knife into the scabbard.

"Your Majesty, please name this magic knife."

The knife maniac said excitedly, and his hands holding the tray were shaking.

"Then call it Buwen, this is my name. The knife does not ask about the past, and only the dead souls are under the knife."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for naming the knife after yourself. In the future, people will always remember your holy name and your knife." The knife maniac said enthusiastically.

No matter how calm Ye Buwen was, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

This knife maker said this, he won't become his fanatic believer, right?

But being an emperor is cool, and his subordinates talk so nicely.

"Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, take out another 100,000 taels of silver from the imperial treasury and reward all the knife makers who participated in the knife forging equally. The first person to make this knife will be rewarded with 20,000 taels of silver, the top five people will be rewarded with 10,000 taels of silver each, and the top 20 people will be rewarded with 1,000 taels of silver each."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." All the knife makers were ecstatic. It was a great joy to get dozens of taels of silver for just helping.

The Minister of the Ministry of Revenue felt distressed.

This new Majesty is still as unconcerned about money as ever, spending money like water.

After getting the new knife, Ye Buwen should also fulfill his promise.

"The magic weapon is ready. In three days, I will go out to fight and kill the zombies with the knife."

After saying that, Ye Buwen took the knife and got on the carriage and returned to the palace.

"Farewell, Your Majesty."

Everyone was very excited, this day finally came.

The strongest emperor who killed the immortals, with the most powerful magic weapon, there is no need to worry about the elimination of zombies.

No one doubted that Ye Buwen would fail.

They didn't believe it, but they didn't want to.

If even such a strong person failed, then they would have no hope and would leave Wu and live in a foreign land.

Although everyone was very excited, there was a group of people with resentment in their eyes, like a concubine who was neglected and banished to the cold palace.

Your Majesty, have you forgotten something?

Our armorer has also made the best armor waiting for your inspection.

Please don't leave.

...

Three days was just a moment, and Ye Buwen went out with his soldiers wearing armor.

He wanted to go alone, but the ministers dissuaded him.

He shouted: "Your Majesty's holy body, you must not go alone. In case of failure, there are soldiers as bait to protect your majesty back and keep a glimmer of hope for Wu."

Ye Buwen couldn't beat these ministers, so he could only lead his troops forward.

On the street, many people lined the streets to see off this heroic army.

Another purpose was naturally to admire Ye Buwen's heroic figure.

He became the emperor for only one month, but people saw the hope of the prosperity of the Wu Kingdom. They wanted to see what kind of mighty man he was up close.

Ye Buwen sat in an open carriage, holding Buwen, with a broadsword leaning against the door panel next to him.

The golden armor on his body exuded a cold light.

The style of the golden armor was quite simple, with very few parts.

They were a metal helmet, a golden steel gauntlet, a chest armor, and leggings and boots.

This armor was not like heavy armor that protected the whole body, and there were a lot of gaps.

The reason for this was that Ye Buwen required the armor not to hinder his flexible movements, but only to protect the key parts.

Facing zombies, creatures with infinite strength but slow speed, speed and flexibility were his weapons.

So he could not use full-body armor to wrap himself up like an iron turtle.

Lin Murong and Zhou Yi, two female cultivators, stood beside Ye Buwen, holding long swords, like maids.

"Those two are the female immortals captured by your majesty."

"Judging from their temperament, they should be."

"I don't know why, but these two female immortals standing beside your majesty seem to reduce your majesty's dignity."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you think these two female immortals are a bit poor and unworthy of your majesty? You need..." The passerby thought for a while and continued, "Only those immortals with fairy light all over their bodies can match your majesty's bravery and majesty."

"Hearing what you said, it is true. These two female immortals are like village girls, not noble at all."

Lin Murong was very depressed. As a cultivator, she actually became a maid of a mortal emperor, and was even mocked as a village girl.

If Ye Buwen hadn't been there, she would have torn those people's mouths apart.