Da Luo Jiu Tian Xuan Sword, before it fell into his hand, suddenly flew through the sky.
The blue-scaled ridge in his hand shook, and it also left the palm, and worshiped from a distance in the air.
When the sack was raised, it made a clanging sound.
Xiao Kongtong's pupils suddenly condensed, and he pulled it back with force. A pattern on the sack lit up, and the contents inside seemed to have lost their activity and returned to silence.
He looked to the north in disbelief.
Keng——
With just such a flash of God, the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, which had been stored in the body for a long time, broke out of the body automatically without any orders.
"return!"
Xiao Kongtong stretched out his hand to take a shot, then reluctantly recalled his sword. He was shocked.
I am the Sword Immortal...
Although he has never taken the initiative to speak out such words.
Xiao Kongtong knows his current level of ancient swordsmanship and his position in the five realms.
Not to mention the first echelon, that is Xu Xiaoshou, who is from the older generation.
But if he wants to be ranked second, the others can only be ranked third and compete for some miscellaneous rankings in the future.
"Even I can barely hold the sword..."
When he was so distracted, he saw from the corner of his eye that Fu Sang had dozens of swords rising high in the sky.
Everything I saw was of the highest quality, and there were many famous swords among them.
Yue Lian, the stunning enchantress, the Demon Ancestor of Ten Thousand Soldiers, the voice of Nu Lan, Ting Chen...
"Senior Wuyue can't control his sword anymore?"
While talking about Xiao Kongtong was comforting, I couldn't help but feel a little shocked. Who can do this?
Far away in the north, there are ghosts and howls, which suddenly change and regenerate.
The ink flowing like a tide is like a curtain, being pulled by invisible hands. The sky turns dark in an instant, and then quickly spreads into darkness.
"Boom!"
The dull pounding sound of heartbeats, in the dead silence that could be heard by a needle drop, resounded in the ears of everyone in Fusang.
In a daze, the dividing line between yin and yang seemed to be broken.
On the horizontal line where the night meets the mountains, a cyan light lights up, and then ghosts jump out and pounce on them with their teeth and claws.
They were obviously far apart, but when everyone looked up, they could see that the ghost had a green face and fangs, or was stained with dirty blood, and was extremely vicious and filthy.
"Hundred Ghosts Night Parade?"
No, this is not the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts, this is the transit of ten thousand ghosts!
No, the word "ten thousand" is not enough to describe it. The dark dividing line between yin and yang spans an unknown number of thousands of miles from west to east.
What's this?
The gate to hell?
But how can the Gate of Hell be so big and cover such a wide area?
The overwhelming ghosts were like exploding spider eggs, pouring out from the dividing line like the gate of hell, scattering in all directions, and throwing themselves aimlessly in all directions. This was clearly a tide of beasts... No, a tide of ghosts.
Siege the city...attack the territory!
In the world of ghosts and Buddhas, if the Buddha is lost, only ghosts remain!
"Woo——"
When the screams of evil ghosts from all directions echo each other, it is painful and painful.
Not only the people in Fusang City, but also the spiritual masters scattered throughout the ghost and Buddha world were all panicked.
"What the hell is this?!"
It's too scary.
Some people regret coming to the world of ghosts and Buddhas.
But regretting is useless. At this moment, even if I turn around and run away, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape the coverage of this "ghost" that is like the underworld.
"Buzz!"
Yin and Yang break through the wall, and thousands of ghosts suppress the realm.
Suddenly, in the dividing line between light and dark, a sword roared, and a streak of white clothes swept out.
Several realms and dozens of realms away, when people looked around, to their surprise, they could clearly see that figure.
He was a middle-aged man, who looked to be about thirty or forty years old, with a resolute face and not a particularly ordinary appearance, but a pair of dimly shining eyes full of vicissitudes of life.
He held a copper lamp in his left hand, the candle flame flickering in it as if it would be extinguished by the wind at any moment.
There is a broken sword on his waist. The sword has many pits and pits. The curled blade is no longer sharp, and it seems to break if touched.
"This is……"
But countless people recognized this sword.
The eighth among the twenty-one famous swords, the ghost sword, hunts ghosts!
Among all the extraordinary and famous swords in the world, Ghost Hunter is one of the few. It was not born and raised, but grew from an ordinary soul weapon, nourished by fame step by step, to what it is today.
This sword can be said to be Qingju's Tao and Shouye's high hopes for Tibetan suffering.
And the contemporary sword-wielder who hunts ghosts...
"Holy Emperor, Hua Chang Deng!"
Even though many people had roughly guessed what it was, when the name came out of the mouths of people around him, with the prefix "Holy Emperor", their scalps still went numb for a while.
"Holy Emperor!"
"Hiss, with such pressure, compared to that time of the Holy Emperor of Han Palace, he must be here in person, right?"
"Then is this 'Ghost' the legendary 'Fengdu'? It is said that the Ghost Sword Immortal is the only true 'Lord of Fengdu' in the world!"
"But aren't even half-saints allowed to look directly at each other? Why do I seem to see clearly the true face of the Ghost Sword Immortal... the Sword Emperor?"
The Sword Emperor not only revealed his true face.
In just a blink of an eye, Huachang Deng walked through the ghost Buddha and stepped from the gate of Fengdu, and left the old site of Guizhen.
"Come here!"
With one step, everyone in Fusang saw that the Holy Emperor Hua Changdeng was clearly heading in this direction.
The majestic pressure suddenly came from a distance, as if it had already reached everyone's head.
But when I looked up, there was nothing above my head.
"illusion?"
Woo——
It’s not an illusion at all!
Behind Hua Changdeng, countless ghosts whizzed out from the Fengdu Gate, seeming to have a backbone, and followed them towards the direction of Fusang City.
"I see!"
Someone shouted, "It's Lingyu Mountain, he must have gone in the direction of Lingyu Mountain!"
One word awakens the dreamer.
Fusang City is not the focus at all.
Hua Changdeng came to find the Eighth Sword Immortal, and according to the information revealed by the matchmaker during the previous scene... the Eighth Sword Immortal is in Lingyu Mountain!
"quick!"
"Hurry to Lingyu Mountain!"
"The battle of the Sword Immortal... no, the battle of the Sword Emperor is about to break out!"
…
Lingyu Mountain.
The world of ghosts and Buddhas is dark, and it has fallen into night.
Only Lingyu Mountain, the place where the previous eight masters of the Sword Mind emanated, still has a little orange sunset glow, which seems to protect the vitality of the dawn.
But when the rays of sunlight fall on the mulberry and elm trees in this mountain, not only is there no warmth at all, but it is completely cold in winter.
Who said it’s not too late for mulberry trees to fill the sky with clouds?
It is clear that sadness comes from it, and the whole world is full of devastation!
Li Fugui stared blankly at the sudden white-clothed swordsman in front of him, and with a buzz in his head, he probably guessed his identity.
"Where are the Eight Masters?"
The Hua Chang lantern holds the lantern and holds the sword, the sound is like the cold wind, but there is no sadness or joy, making people's hands and feet feel cold.
Li Fugui's knees were already trembling, but he could resist not bowing down, not because of his hard bones, but because of the mercy of his opponent, who gave him some room to breathe.
"he……"
"Eighth...Sword Immortal..."
Li Fugui's throat and lips were dry, his teeth were chattering for a long time, and he could not speak a complete sentence.
Hua Changdeng did not look at him, but looked at Lingyu Mountain and said slowly:
"This mountain is the place where Sword Mind originated. The Eight Masters have been here before, and their auras are still there, because they left not long ago... Where did he go?"
Li Fugui wanted to hide it, but felt that there was no need to hide it.
This was a fight between gods and gods. He had no need to get involved. The situation had to be reconciled. Even if Mr. Shou came, he would not let him, Li Fugui, step in at this moment.
But when Li Fugui really thought about it carefully, he couldn't remember where the Eighth Sword Immortal and Master Shou really went.
"Yes, where is Master Bazunzhen? It seems that he was with me not long ago..."
As soon as he murmured such doubts, but when he saw the swordsman in white across from him cast his gaze, Li Fugui shuddered and realized that his words were too confusing, so he immediately said:
"No! Hua Jianxian... uh Sword Emperor, I'm not hiding it, I mean, even I can't remember..."
Hua Changdeng interrupted: "Where are the Eight Masters?"
Where is the question?
It’s hard to tell how smart Li Fugui is, but the implication is, “You have one last chance.”
He had a death wish and knew that he was ignorant of original sin and could not possibly commit suicide. He immediately turned and pointed south and gave an extremely clear answer:
"Hua Sword Immortal, that's all I know. The Eighth Sword Immortal left half a day ago. I don't know anything about the follow-up actions."
Hua Changdeng nodded.
The Hua Chang Lantern disappears.
"call……"
Li Fugui held his breath for three times before letting out a long sigh of relief.
He fell to the ground softly and found that his back was soaked with cold sweat, and even the clothes, shoes and socks under his armpits had become cold.
"You can't stay here long."
He pinched out the jade talisman of the apricot world and wanted to stay away from the place of right and wrong.
Suddenly and at the same time, there was a blur in front of my eyes, and the figure in white seemed to be back.
No……
Doesn't it seem...
Li Fugui's eyes were dull and he seemed oblivious. He smashed the Xingjie Jade Talisman in his hand and was minding his own business.
"rustle."
A cold wind blew from afar, and flying snow fell on the tip of my nose.
The familiar Crystal Palace did not appear, and what Li Fugui looked at was still the scene of Lingyu Mountain in front of him.
He blinked suddenly, focused his eyes, and fixed his gaze on the face of Saint Emperor Hua Changdeng, and said with a slight surprise:
"Sir Sword Emperor, are you back?"
He immediately turned his eyes to the south and said hesitantly: "But, have you found the Eighth Sword Immortal?"
He knew that Hua Changdeng and Ba Zunzhen were not mortal enemies, but they could be said to be rivals in chess and cherished each other.
In front of him, one must not disrespect the Eight Immortals, nor should one call him "Eighth Sword Immortal" or other respectful words.
Little people have little people's thoughts.
But the real big shots obviously don't care about the names of the little guys or what they are thinking.
Hua Changdeng looked at the person in front of him calmly for a long time and smiled silently.
laugh.
He shook the copper lamp in his hand, and the candle flame flickered a few times.
"Bang!"
The orb on Li Fugui's waist exploded, and he fell down.
“Bang bang bang!”
His seven orifices burst into pieces, exploding with blood. Horcruxes such as the cauldron, the treasure furnace, and the black bell flew out of his head. All of them were destroyed without exception.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."
The Taoist dragon horns shattered, and the heart-protecting dragon scales were shattered.
The branches of Dragon Apricot, Di Ying, Nine Sacrifice Osmanthus, and God Worshiping Willow appear simultaneously, and the phantoms of the four ancestral trees light up at the same time.
But at the same time, it exploded with a bang, and I couldn't even say half a sentence.
"Huh?"
Hua Changdeng looked surprised.
This person is a bit precious...
However, with the help of a total of 362 soul weapons, as well as the protective dragon horns, dragon scales, and ancestral tree cards given by his master, Li Fugui won a chance to breathe and a chance to leave his last words.
.
He wailed loudly: "Ghost Sword Immortal, please spare my life! I really forgot where the Eighth Sword Immortal went. I wasn't teasing you just now. I want to live!!!"
The last bit of clouds on Lingyu Mountain was finally swallowed up by the darkness of the sky.
Hua Changdeng's eyes were indifferent, and he gently shook the copper lamp for the second time.
"It doesn't matter. If you don't remember, your soul will tell me."
laugh!
This time, Li Fugui had no power to resist, his body went limp and he fell to the ground.
His soul was directly pulled out of the sky, turned into a line of green smoke, and flowed towards the candlelight in the copper lamp, unable to even utter a single word of mourning.
"stop!"
In the distance, a loud shout came.
Before anyone arrived, the voice came first, and Taoism was even half a step ahead. It was clear that he was competing with ghosts and gods for people:
"Change the day!"
when--
The green smoke disappeared, and the melodious sound echoed in Lingyu Mountain.
What hit the copper lamp post was a black copper coin.
There are all kinds of Horcruxes in the world. Hua Changdeng recognized it at a glance. It was a third-grade Horcrux, Heisha Qian.
"interesting……"
He chuckled, naturally what he was interested in was not the black evil money, but the side door in the inheritance of evil spirits, the golden gate stealing technique of stealing the sky and changing the sun.
Turning sideways and looking towards the place where the sound originated, there was no one there.
He was a smart man and did not choose to crush the jade talisman leading to another world, but instead escaped with blood.
only……
The five realms are all in my sight, how can you transcend?
On the Sinful Land of the Southern Territory, in Fengjia City and Jiange, in an instant, the aura of the person who had just spoken appeared.
"who?"
There were two old men standing in front of the sword pavilion.
Under the sea of swords and weapons in the sky, these are the few strong men who can remain standing.
When I opened my sleepy eyes, I saw that the person who came had a scruffy appearance, a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. At first glance, he didn't belong to the Feng family, and he was about to take action.
"graft!"
Zhu Yiyi grabbed the remaining soul of Li Fugui with one hand, and pressed the right arm of the rushing old man with the other hand.
The stars twinkled slightly.
Before the sword was drawn out from the old man's waist, his right arm followed Zhu Yiyi's palm and was connected to the elbow of his left arm.
No blood splattered.
Nothing weird happened.
Everything was so natural, as if he was born this way - with a broken arm on the right and both arms on the left.
"What?!"
When the old man guarding the pavilion on the left saw this, his pupils widened and he was about to raise his voice and shout.
"Take it again!"
Zhu Yiyi touched one hand from the right hand of the old man on the right to his left hand, and then from his left hand to the mouth of the old man on the left.
The stars twinkled slightly.
The tongue of the old man on the left has also grown onto the fingernails of the old man on the right.
He was about to draw his sword.
"Return to the answer!"
Zhu Yiyi touched the hilt of the sword, and the sword also reached the knee of the old man on the right.
What is it!
The two old men guarding the sword pavilion are going crazy.
The guilty soil in the Southern Territory is strange, but it’s not that strange, right?
What kind of Tao did this man practice, what method did he use, and what kind of technique did he use? He was so terrifying that the two pavilion guards who were comparable to half-saints were already accused without even firing a sword!
"I'm offended."
Zhu Yiyi moved the left door of the Jiange Pavilion away, placed it on the right arm of the old man on the right, and then placed the two elders on the right door.
He then gathered Li Fugui and rushed into the sword pavilion, which was no longer closed.
"Don't be afraid. Jiange is the important place of the Feng family. You and I can't be protected anywhere else, but we can definitely protect you here!"
Zhu Yiyi's face was pale and bloodless, and big beads of sweat slid down his forehead. He was obviously scared to death, but he never thought about leaving Li Fugui's soul behind.
When he arrived at the Jiange, he finally dared to take out the Xingjie Jade Talisman and crushed it violently.
"..."
The sword pavilion was dark and the surroundings were quiet.
Nothing happened.
Zhu Yiyi looked at the darkness in front of him, his heart sank to the bottom, and Li Fugui's sigh came to his ears:
"Lao Zhu, I owe you what I owe you, and I will pay it back in my next life."
Swish, brush, brush!
The scene before my eyes changes.
Return everything to original.
From the sword pavilion, to the door of the sword pavilion, to the dislocated old man protecting the pavilion, to the two old men with normal limbs, to the high altitude of the Feng family, to the appearance of Blood Escape, to the time and space fragmentation, to Lingyu Mountain...
Time, going backwards?
Zhu Yiyi had the black money in his hand and was ready to throw it. He had not yet shouted out the phrase "change the day" when he saw Hua Changdeng, who had his back turned to him. He turned around with approval on his face and said softly: