The other ghost immortals also nodded. They believed in this magic knife because it could not be used easily, but as long as it was used, the power would be earth-shaking.

However, a crisp "clang" sound came from the audience, accompanied by a dazzling spark of calcium carbide.

Everyone was stunned because the arrogant magic sword was actually grabbed by Sun Wukong with one hand.

"What? How is this possible?" The owner of the Demon Sword said in shock and disbelief, while the others were already stunned and could not believe that the scene in front of them was true.

But the cruel facts were placed in front of them, and they could not help but believe them. The ghost immortal who used the magic sword immediately reacted and said, "Hmph, I don't believe that you can really resist the magic sword with your hands."

After saying that, he secretly controlled the magic sword, trying to break free from Sun Wukong's palm. The magic sword struggled violently, burst out with a sharp and terrifying sword aura, strangling the surrounding void into a mess.

But Sun Wukong stood there without any damage. The terrible sword energy hit him like a black iron, with no other effect except for the dazzling sparks of calcium carbide.

"You just forcibly control this magic sword and want to recognize your master, but the magic sword does not recognize you, so you can only barely control it.

You can't wield the true power of the magic sword at all. This knife has been defiled in your hands." Sun Wukong looked at the magic sword that was struggling violently in his hand, and then looked at the ghost immortal and said.

Rather than saying that he controlled the magic sword, it was better to say that the magic sword wanted to break free. However, Sun Wukong's palm clamped the magic sword like an iron plier, and it would be useless to let the magic sword struggle and resist.

Sun Wukong looked at the ghost immortal with an ugly face, looked at the magic sword in his hand and said, "Forget it, I'll give you a chance. If you can escape, I'll let you go." The magic sword had spirit, and when he heard this, he trembled a few times as if he agreed.

Sun Wukong smiled and then let go of the magic sword. After the magic sword felt free, he immediately ran away without saying a word.

But what kind of person Sun Wukong is, how could he not know the idea of ​​this magic knife? At the critical moment, he gently flicked his fingers on the magic knife's sword.

The extremely powerful magic sword was gently bounced, and it suddenly felt like it was hit hard, and it trembled violently in an instant, making a toothache sound.

Everyone looked at the magic sword that was bounced out by Sun Wukong's fingers. Even if they didn't feel it personally, they could still understand how heavy the blow the magic sword suffered.

The magic sword made a slight sound of the knife, and the heavy blade body was still trembling violently. If this were not the case, it would be difficult to eliminate the terrible power exerted by Sun Wukong.

With a move of Sun Wukong, the magic knife was moved by him. He said to the magic knife: "From now on, you can use it for me. You can escape, but remember the consequences." The magic knife trembled gently, as if it was agreeing, as if it was being beaten to death.

With a wave of Sun Wukong's hand, the magic sword disappeared because it had been put away by Sun Wukong. The snap of his finger just now was not just terrible power, but also with the help of powerful power, he smashed his divine mark into the depths of the magic sword.

At this time, the divine mark of Sun Wukong in the magic sword was fighting against the mark of the real master of the magic sword.

"Hmph, I didn't expect another person to snatch my Sky-Splitting Demon Sword. It's a pity that you will only be swallowed by me. One day I will become stronger, regain my peak, and fight in the seven realms again." A huge demon shadow in the magic sword looked at Sun Wukong's spiritual sense as small as an ant and laughed.

Sun Wukong's divine mark didn't say much nonsense, but turned into a giant stick. That was the form of Ruyi Golden Cudgel.

He smashed it hard, and the demon shadow roared and roared, looking very angry, setting off an endless distance in the magic sword space, which was amazing and terrifying.

"A mere person who has not become an immortal dares to covet my Demon Breaking Sword. It's really damn, go to death." The demon shadow and demon are so powerful that they waved their hand and slapped at the giant stick that hit.

With a "bang", the terrifying demon shadow could not even take up one, and it exploded and then was shocked by the **, and the real body and spirit were destroyed. He didn't even have time to scream and died.

The people outside did not know that the Heaven-breaking Demon Sword had been forced to recognize his master by Sun Wukong. At this time, the ghost immortal who took action pointed at Sun Wukong with an angry look on his face and said, "You return my weapons."

After hearing this, Sun Wukong said lightly: "Is that your weapon? I don't even recognize the master. Why do you say it is your weapon? I still say it is mine."

The ghost immortal shouted angrily when he heard this, "Don't be foolish. Everyone present knows that it is my weapon, but it was just robbed by you. You will just return my weapon today. If you don't return it, I will kill you."

When Sun Wukong heard this, he sneered and waved his hand to sweep out a golden light. Seeing this, the ghost immortal immediately took action to smash the golden light.

But his face changed drastically as soon as he came into contact with the golden light, because the power of this golden light was extremely powerful and far from what he could resist.

With a "bang", he was knocked out and spitted blood on the ground for a long time before he struggled to get up.

"You fell down before I could do my best. Tell me how to kill me?" Sun Wukong glanced at the other party and said.

"You, don't bully people by relying on your strong magic power. Let me tell you that the magic knife is not mine, but a ancestor gave me self-defense.

If you dare to take it away, you will inevitably be pursued by the ancestor. Even if you are the Ghost Emperor, you will not be able to escape death. My ancestor can kill you with just one finger." The injured ghost fairy kept spraying blood in his mouth, but he still said sternly.

"Oh, is that right? Then let your ancestor tell me personally, I want to see what he has the ability to ask for this knife." Sun Wukong said with a plain face when he heard this.

The injured ghost immortal turned his eyes a few times when he heard this, and then said to Sun Wukong: "Don't force me, I can summon the ancestors. You will definitely die at that time. If you don't want to die, hand over the magic sword."

After hearing this, Sun Wukong said, "Then you summon that ancestor and tell him that I snatched the magic sword. I want to see your ancestor."

The ghost immortal was really anxious when he heard this, and quickly said to the ghost immortals behind him: "Several fellow Taoists, please help me kill this person and take back the magic sword."

Several ghost immortals behind him immediately said, "Fellow Taoists, you have to be polite. We are all good friends, how can we not help you?"

After saying that, several ghost immortals flashed to Sun Wukong and surrounded Sun Wukong in the middle.

Then several people took action together, and they tried their best because they knew that Sun Wukong was a strong man, otherwise they would not have seriously injured their companions with a wave.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!