The gray bald man originally thought that he could accomplish at least one of the two things, so it was not too bad to lose something and gain something.

But now, he can't laugh anymore.

It was only a matter of time before Shura was released from his prison. The giant tower was destroyed by some unknown means and could be rebuilt. At most, it would be a waste of time.

But now, there is no hope of obtaining the magic sword technique.

He would never have thought that someone would have nothing to do and take away the earth fragments everywhere here. There are no resources at all in them, just pure fragments.

Even if he knew that the Demon Sect's hometown itself contained huge secrets, he would not even think about taking away some pieces.

Because how to do it?

After everyone came here, they were all poor and poor. Their pockets were cleaner than their faces. Not to mention oversized storage rings, not even a storage bag could be found.

Huge fragments that can easily span dozens or hundreds of miles are not treasures and can be shrunk after being refined.

No one can take away the larger pieces quietly.

The gray bald man's face was rather ugly.

He thought of the big-mouthed monster that could devour it wantonly, but he had chased the big-mouthed monster all the way and fled a long way away, and he didn't have that much time or opportunity.

In the end, only the snakehead and the mountain-strong man from the Demon Sect were left.

It is basically clear at a glance what strength the latter has and what he can do, so it can only be the insidious smuggler.

But he still doesn't understand how the other party did it. How could he have the time to push away so many pieces without anyone noticing.

People from the Fengdu family are really annoying, just as annoying as the Fujun family.

"Is there no other way?" The gray bald man didn't give up and asked again.

Now that Shura has cultivated the Demon Sword, let him be the starting point to pass on the Demon Sword...

Shura sneered and directly saw through the other party's thoughts.

"Don't think about it. If I could pass it on at will, I wouldn't be where I am today.

Back then, with my background, I was simply unable to withstand the magic sword's initial charm. And I didn't have time to wait, so I couldn't find anyone who could bear the magic sword's initial charm.

I had no choice but to integrate that charm directly into the Demon Sect's hometown to carry it.

I didn't realize it on my own and cultivated it naturally. I only relied on the charm of the demon sword in the Demon Sect's hometown to take the final step and cultivate the demon sword.

I don't have the ability to teach others, at least not yet.

Nowadays, the fragments of the Demon Sect’s hometown are seriously missing, especially the core of the Demon Sect. There are more than a dozen fragments missing, and there is nothing I can do about it.”

Shura blocked the gray bald head's luck, turned around and left without saying another word.

The gray bald man had a sullen face. After pondering for a moment, he continued to take action himself and joined the team building the giant tower.

Shura wandered around the hometown of the Demon Sect, and from time to time he could see that there was a missing piece in this big puzzle. He said it couldn't work, but in fact he also wanted to try to see if he could find it even if it was missing again.

The original charm of the magic sword.

After wandering around for a while, Shura gave up completely.

He looked at the distance, and saw a human undead spirit, which was chattering endlessly instructing the giant spirit to push fragments from the void. After listening to a few words, Shura flew up, came to the man's side, and asked himself.

"From what you said, it seems that you died at the end of ancient times. What else happened after the Demon Sect was destroyed?"

The undead being questioned looked hesitant and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Tell me, this kind of thing is not a secret."

"I really don't know where to start..."

"Then speak slowly. No one will know what you said, and no one will embarrass you if they know."

The undead being questioned hesitated for a moment and said.

"I actually heard what people said, but I don't know whether it's true or false.

It is said that the war between gods started, the demon sect was destroyed, the original balance was broken, and the conflict between the ancient heaven and the ancient underworld was put on the table. The conflicts between the gods and the human race were fierce, and the conflict of ideas finally evolved.

Solve it with war.

Even in the ancient underworld, it was said that the differences between Emperor Fengdu and the prince had reached an irresolvable level.

There are many human races in Fujun's lineage, and their ideals all follow Fujun. Originally, they had the most moderate ideals.

But because the Demon Sect was destroyed as a whole, the Demon Dao ancestral court was also reduced to nothing, and the Fujun line had the biggest reaction."

"Huh? The Fujun line had the biggest reaction?" Shura seemed a little surprised. When he was still alive, he had some understanding of the Fujun line. The Fujun line contributed the most to the construction of the ancient underworld.

In the entire ancient underworld, the Fujun family is definitely the most moderate group. They prefer creation and construction to fighting, war, and destruction.

The five major water systems that protected the ancient underworld also came from the Fujun line...

"It is indeed the biggest reaction. From here on, the Fujun family seems to have become more radical than the Fengdu Emperor family.

Mr. Fu’s... eh?"

When the dead spirit said this, he was slightly startled, thought for a moment, and said.

"Maybe it's because my memory hasn't fully recovered yet. I can't remember who that person is. Anyway, he is a senior member of the Fujun family. It is said that because of his old relationship with the Demon Sect, someone in the Demon Sect once helped him.

Extremely large.

It is also said that he himself was born in the Demon Sect.

Anyway, in the end, he gave up his original gentle way of cultivation and switched to the way of killing. He almost became a demon. From under the Nine Heavens, he killed Taiwei Tian. Seven of the ten-star officials under the Taiwei Emperor were killed by him.

Well, I’m not sure what the fate of this person will be in the end.”

"Qin Kun?" Shura frowned slightly. When he heard such murderous intent and terrifying strength, the first thing that came to his mind was Qin Baldou. Qin Baldou would definitely be able to do such unscrupulous things.

"It's not Mr. Qin, it's another one, I can't remember.

Anyway, I heard that the irreconcilable conflict between Emperor Taiwei and Lord Fu deepened again. I heard that in the end, Emperor Taiwei was killed by Lord Fu's personal guards.

But I heard from the adults that the Emperor of Heaven cannot be killed, at most he can be suppressed.

Now that a new era has come, Emperor Taiwei will definitely appear again.

I'll just do my own thing."

Shura tried hard to recall that when he was still alive, the ancient heaven and the ancient underworld were oppressing the world, and their tentacles had spread to every corner of the world.

In the ancient underworld, when it comes to being famous, the Fujun line is more famous than the Fengdu Emperor lineage, even though there are not many people in the Fujun line.

But there are more powerful people in the Fujun line.

Fu Jun's personal bodyguard is rumored to be the only corpse chief in the world. The leader among the corpses is a bit higher in rank than Han Ba. There are four chief judges under him. The most famous and feared ones are naturally that one.

Qin Kun is a man who has mastered the wrath formula and has an immeasurable fighting power.

And the remaining three...

etc……

Shura frowned. When he recalled the four great judges, he suddenly realized that he remembered three of them, but he couldn't remember who the fourth one was.

I only know that there is such a person, who is it? Is he a man or a woman? Is he a human race or an alien race? I have no idea at all.

Shura glanced at the undead spirit next to him who was still telling the legend, and thought to himself.

It's not that his memory has not been revived, but that everything about this person has been erased. The only one with this ability is Mr. Fu.

What everyone remembers is only the things themselves, but no one remembers them.

He remembered that Fu Jun once killed a guy who cast the Withering Heart Curse, and he did it even more thoroughly than this time. After killing that guy, everything about him was erased, and even his closest relatives could not remember his existence.

All traces of this person's existence have been completely erased.

If Fu Jun rarely fights with others and rarely does things so brilliantly, that time might have been a big explosion.

But unfortunately, the greater the contrast, the stronger the deterrent effect. No one dared to say anything, after all, they didn't even know who the unlucky guy was.

Shura was a little distracted. After a moment, the undead man's words next to him pulled him back.

"Later, many people said that the beginning of all destruction was when you understood the magic sword and was killed by Emperor Taiwei."

After hearing this, Shura felt empty in his heart. He wanted to feel something, but felt nothing. But this time he felt it. When the other party said this, he seemed to be quite resentful.

He didn't say anything, turned and left.

…

In the void, Qin Yang had taken off the snake-headed man's vest and put on Wei Chengcheng's vest, and was drifting automatically with inertia.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and glanced into the distance. The big-mouthed monster was lying on a piece of debris, sucking the life out of it.

Behind his head, there was a deeply sunk palm print, surrounded by burn marks.

Qin Yang couldn't help but grin, he was so stupid again.

What a fate.

Qin Yang floated over slowly.

"Senior, we meet in every corner of our lives. We are really destined. How is your exploration going?"
To be continued...