Lin Xuan glanced at Bo Xun, then smiled faintly and said to Bo Xun:
"You are a farmer, right? So you usually use this sickle for farming?"
Farmer?
Only then did Bo Xun realize that his identity in front of Lin Xuan was just that of a farmer!
A farmer took out a sickle. Isn't this obviously his farming tool?
Thinking of this, Bo Xun nodded involuntarily and replied dully:
"yes!"
Lin Xuan stood up slowly and then walked to the woodshed.
As he walked, he murmured to himself:
"I wanted to get along with you in a normal way, but what I got in exchange was alienation. I stopped pretending, and I showed my cards..."
"Actually, I am also a farmer!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Xuan rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in the woodshed.
Finally, he pulled out a sickle.
"Uh-huh!"
When Lin Xuan took out the sickle, the surrounding air seemed to be a bit colder.
This sickle...
The immortals in Meishan suddenly showed a look of understanding.
This was not the first time they had seen this sickle.
At the beginning, Taoist Lingmu used the power of the law of life to activate the plants outside the Meishan courtyard.
Lin Xuan thought that the weeds were growing so fast that he used this sickle to remove them.
Unexpectedly, Lin Xuan actually took it out now.
There is no doubt that this is a sacred object.
Even Lingmu Taoist used the power of the law of life to evolve plants and wanted to swallow Lin Xuan's power.
It was also cut off directly by Lin Xuan with this sickle.
The power of law controlled by the Chaos Demon God is eclipsed in front of this sickle and cannot be matched.
The power of the sickle is naturally far beyond ordinary people's imagination.
Lin Xuan took out the sickle, and then his face showed excitement. He walked quickly to Bo Xun and said:
"As a farmer, it is inevitable to take advantage of others..."
"Look at this sickle of mine. I forged it a few years ago, but it's durable and can be used to cut wood and grass. It's a good hand!"
Lin Xuan had a smile on his face and was full of praise for the sickle in his hand.
Bo Xun's eyes widened and he looked at the sickle in Lin Xuan's hand with some disbelief.
For no reason, Bo Xun shivered.
Because, although this sickle looks ordinary, it contains extremely fierce killing intent.
Even a strong man like Bo Xun, who was able to transform himself freely, could not help but feel that his life was under infinite threat at this moment.
In front of this sickle, the so-called freedom of transformation seems to have become a joke.
Even if he is a saint, it is still unknown whether he can survive from the hands of this sickle...
"Senior Lin Xuan, does this sickle have a name?"
Bo Xun took a deep breath and then asked Lin Xuan.
This sentence stopped Lin Xuan.
A sickle?
Need a name?
Good guy!
Lin Xuan didn't even think of this problem!
"A sickle needs a name..."
"However, since people have asked and I have boasted about my awesomeness, if I don't have a name, it would be a bit unjustifiable..."
Lin Xuan pondered in his heart and thought secretly.
Finally, an idea flashed in Lin Xuan's heart, the corners of his mouth raised, as if he thought of something, then he patted Bo Xun on the shoulder and said:
"This scythe must have a name... it's the Death Scythe! Yes, it's called the Death Scythe!"
Lin Xuan looked proud.
boom!
Just when Lin Xuan named the sickle, the sickle shone slightly, seeming to be echoing Lin Xuan's naming of each other.
A force of death and chaos continued to surge into the sickle.
This sickle completed a transformation in an instant.
It seemed full of killing intent.
In the face of the power of the sickle, all life appears to be extremely fragile, and it is impossible to survive.
"Even I can't see through the quality of this Death Scythe...but it is definitely not weaker than the Chaos Treasure!"
"And this is a heaven-defying magic weapon full of killing and destructive power!"
Saint Nuwa's beautiful eyes were full of horror. She gently covered her little cherry mouth with her jade hands, and then she couldn't help but secretly exclaimed.
"That's right! The demonic nature of this thing is so strong that it can be said to defy the heavens. Even I, the Demon Ancestor, can't wait to take it for myself..."
"Before the God-killing Spear was strengthened by its owner and became the Sledgehammer Eighty, even the God-killing Spear was far inferior to the Death Scythe!"
The Demon Ancestor Rahu is the founder of the three realms of demons. Therefore, his ability to perceive demonic nature is even stronger.
In just a moment, Demon Ancestor Luohu was able to detect the extraordinary nature of the Death Scythe, and then secretly transmitted a message to everyone.
Stronger than the God-killing Spear?
After everyone heard the explanation of Demon Ancestor Luohu, they couldn't help but gasped and were shocked in their hearts.
"How's it going? Is this sickle powerful?"
Lin Xuan felt happy when he saw Bo Xun's stunned look. Then he raised his eyebrows slightly, raised them slightly, and asked Bo Xun.
"It's... very... awesome!"
Bo Xun swallowed, and then replied to Lin Xuan.
To be honest, Bo Xun doesn't know what "awesome" means...
However, based on the context, Bo Xun can roughly guess that it means powerful.
Lin Xuan smiled slightly, looked at Bo Xun, and thought to himself:
This farmer is not a professional, but his equipment is so backward.
Thinking of this, Lin Xuan handed the sickle in his hand to Bo Xun, and then said:
"Since you also think this sickle is powerful, I'll give it to you!"
"Uh...huh? (⊙o⊙)...!"
"Give it to me?"
Bo Xun was dumbfounded.
Senior Lin Xuan actually said that he wanted to give this kind of divine object that surpassed the God-killing Spear to him?
Is there any Wangfa?
Is there any justice?
Damn it!
Bo Xun was completely stunned!
To be honest, he hadn't reacted yet, it felt like a dream.
"Of course it's for you!"
"As a farmer, farming is the basis for survival. How can you make ends meet if you don't even have good equipment?"
Lin Xuan directly put the death sickle into Bo Xun's arms, and then said generously.
Only then did Bo Xun react and looked at the Death Scythe in his arms in a daze.
"Senior Lin Xuan, if you give me your Death Scythe, won't you have no one to take advantage of in your future... farming?"
Bo Xun swallowed and asked Lin Xuan.
"I?"
Lin Xuan pondered for a while, then took Bo Xun's Shura Hell Scythe and said with a smile on his face:
"Didn't you give me one? Don't worry, I'm not only an expert in agriculture, but also an expert in blacksmithing. Although this sickle is a bit imperfect, I can transform it into an extraordinary agricultural tool!"
Lin Xuan patted Bo Xun on the shoulder to reassure Bo Xun.
How could he be afraid that he would not be able to forge equipment when he had the craftsmanship at hand?
This is a joke.
The magic weapon that surpasses the God-killing Spear is just given away like this?
Bo Xun stared blankly at the Death Scythe filled with the Law of Killing in his arms. For a moment, he felt as if he was in a dream.
Even the immortals in Meishan had long been accustomed to Lin Xuan's tricks, and they were also shocked by Lin Xuan's wealth...
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At the same time, in Xitianling Mountain, the Shura clan among the eight heavenly beings.
But dark clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it, and the storm is about to come, and the wind is filling the building...
