The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 19
That inconspicuous thing looked like a mass of mud, and was pressed at the lowest end of the ring. It's as if a child made it by hand.

There is no breath on it, which makes Zhao Wuji stunned, but what can be put in the treasure pile, how can it be useless?
Puzzled, he took out the lump of mud, turned it over and over in his hands, and looked at it for a long time, but with the naked eye, he couldn't see anything special about it, even if he threw it on the side of the road, it would still be mixed with the mud. Not being noticed by anyone.

But it may be due to his intuition that he is a spirit body, he felt that this lump of mud was not simple, and when he sent his mind into the mud, there was an extremely strong force that ejected his mind!

It really is a baby!
Zhao Wuji scratched his head, and began to ponder, what exactly is this?Could it be made into a sword that can be used to cut people?

As soon as he thought of this, the mud in his hand suddenly twisted, and in Zhao Wou-ki's surprised eyes, it automatically and slowly changed into the appearance of a long sword.

"Isn't it?" Zhao Wuji was taken aback, and quickly looked at the Tian Wu Sword, one of the ten flying swords floating around him, who knew that just after taking a look at the Tian Wu Jian, the long sword formed from the mud would change again The appearance has completely become exactly the same as the Tianwu Sword!
The fierce sword aura emanating from it is exactly the same as the Heavenly Witch Sword!
"Tsk tsk, it's amazing!" Zhao Wou-ki played with the Heavenly Witch Sword imitated from mud with his hand, and the sharp edge of the sword made a cut on his finger.

"Damn it! It's really sharp!" Zhao Wuji felt pain in his fingertips, he shook his finger, and a drop of blood fell on the imitation of the mud. Immediately, the sword shot out several rays of light, twisted, and changed back to the shape of mud again. , but it didn't stop, but continued to change, and finally formed a cloud of gray light!
Suddenly, in Zao Wou-ki's consciousness, there was a slight connection with this ball of light, allowing him to have a little understanding of this mud in an instant.

Zhao Wou-ki couldn't help gasping, looked at the mud in his hand in disbelief, and said in shock: "This...this is...it's a sacred magic weapon! My God, the name of the magic weapon... shape!"

(End of this chapter)