Six hundred and thirtieth eight chapters haunting dreams
The God of Thunder saw it correctly. The black figure of Jian Wuqi stood in the gusts of wind, looking at Chi Fei with a solemn look.
Chi Fei's crimson skin looked soft, but she was not afraid of Jian Wuqi's fierce sword energy.
"Cang Cang Cang," although Sword 571 has thirty-six levels of purgatory, the endless sword energy leaks out, stabbing the dark ghost soil into an endless hole.
But this did not surprise Chi Fei at all.
"Dang, Dang," the short thorn in Chi Fei's hand stabbed accurately again and again, Jian Wuqi, the thirty-sixth level of purgatory.
Although the thirty-sixth level of purgatory contains all kinds of ghosts, resentments, and soul-stirring spirits, it does not seem to affect Chi Fei.
On the contrary, Chi Fei's pair of narrow eyes clearly saw the nodes of the thirty-six levels of purgatory.
A pair of weak and boneless hands, like willow branches, held a pair of short thorns, and stabbed them out thirty-six times in an instant.
Every time it was stabbed, the Tianyan divine power surged out, stabbing all thirty-six levels of purgatory to collapse.
Chi Fei looked at the silent Jian Wuqi and sighed: "I have never seen a spiritual cultivator who can make up for a few small realm differences with his skills. You are indeed not simple."
"If you put aside luck, it is even stronger than Xin Xiaoqi, Chen Gou and the like!"
When Jian Wuqi heard this, he instantly remembered that he had helped him build the Heavenly Way of the Sword World in Beiju Luzhou. His face turned slightly red.
"How do you know that I have bad luck?"
"You, when you meet me, you will naturally have bad luck." Chi Fei looked at Jian Wuqi and suddenly smiled brightly, but in this laughter, a mountain of red skin emerged, which had a different flavor.
"Shameless!"
Sang Zhuxing's eyes widened angrily, and she hurriedly walked forward. Looking at this strange woman, who seemed to be hooking up with Jian Wuqi, she suddenly became furious.
"You seem to have guessed wrong." The corner of Chi Fei's mouth twitched and she made a big move.
A gray soul seemed to have suffered endless pain, floating in the void.
When Sangzhu saw it, he was struck by lightning!
"aunt!"
When the gray soul heard Sangzhu's scream, he suddenly looked up and was extremely surprised.
"Sangzhu, why are you here?"
"Sangzhu, run quickly. This is not Chi Fei. Emperor Shitian was beaten to pieces by Chen Gou, penetrated into Chi Fei's sea of consciousness, and swallowed Chi Fei's soul. Run away, run away!"
"Huh," Chi Fei touched her lips and took a sudden breath, and Sang Fei's figure suddenly disappeared into the void.
"Di Shi Tian? Di Shi Tian, you actually killed my aunt, just when I was about to kill you!"
Sangzhu was extremely angry and was a little incoherent. He shook his sword and stabbed Chi Fei.
"Sangzhu, you are no match for him."
Jian Wuqi held Sangzhu firmly and thrust out with his sword.
This sword shines brightly and seems to contain a myriad of phenomena.
It seems that there are human beings with a conscience of good and evil, as well as love, hate, and sorrow in the world. What is the only thing in the world?
Naturally, it is the sword in the hand that distinguishes good from evil.
"Cang," amidst a burst of sword chants, a sword light seemed to shine like the morning sun across Kyushu.
The pupils of Chi Fei's eyes shrank, and she did not dare to neglect. In one arm, she took out a humanoid skeleton.
The human-shaped skeleton seems to be extremely desolate, yet also quaint, having gone through the vicissitudes of life.
Chi Fei's arm shook slightly, and a ghost element fell from the skeleton onto the ghost soil.
Boom, boom, amidst the roar of endless ghost soil, it seems that all the ghost soil in the reincarnation path are concentrated in front of Chi Fei.
"Beng Beng Beng," in front of Jian Wuqi, the endless ghost soil was violently shattering.
This collapse, I don't know how many layers of ghost soil, or the earth of Eastern ghosts, was pierced into pieces, and countless gullies were scattered all over.
Although this sword was forward-moving and extremely brave, it was ultimately blocked by Chi Fei.
"You can't have such a huge sword essence, it's impossible!" Chi Fei was extremely horrified and looked at Jian Wuqi. On her red face, all the original charm was gone, replaced by a look of horror.
"That's because you have done so many evil things. I thought that my Tao taught me about good and evil, and that my good sword would make me invincible to opponents who are extremely evil!"
Jian Wuqi looked at Chi Fei coldly, the sword in his hand shook suddenly, and in front of the sword, endless sword light was stirring.
This churning sword light seemed to be able to destroy everything. It suddenly destroyed the black earth in front of Chi Fei bit by bit.
"Great Good and Evil, Great Collapse, Sword Wuqi, you are indeed a good sword!"
Boom, there was a loud noise, and in front of Chi Fei, streaks of black earth finally collapsed.
On the black ghost soil behind Chi Fei, endless water from the underworld began to pour into the ravines created by the huge sword light.
"Dang," Jian Wuqi's brave sword strike was finally blocked by something.
Jian Wuqi was startled and looked forward, only to see a white mirror firmly blocking his face.
"The Sky Mirror is the magic weapon of the Emperor Shakti. Chi Fei, you are indeed the Emperor Shaktian as my aunt said." Sangzhu's somewhat panicked voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
Chi Fei smiled coldly and said: "So what? This Sky Mirror is a divine object. Jian Wuqi, you can't do it anymore!"
"I have a world called the Sword World, where I protect heaven and humans and kill evil spirits."
"Boom," behind Jian Wuqi's body, a huge world appeared. In this world, everything is composed of swords, including the stars and the sea.
Emperor Shitian's pupils shrank, and he looked carefully at the sword world behind Jian Wuqi, but suddenly coldly snorted: "The world has taken shape, but there is no heart of the world."
"I can kill you even if I don't have the heart of the world."
"Cang Cang Cang," Jian Wuqi's sword world suddenly spun wildly, and endless sword energy burst out.
"Boom," there was a loud noise, and the divine object Sky Mirror actually shattered in the roar.
The dazzling divine light illuminated Jian Wuqi and Sangzhu, unable to open their eyes.
A drop of blood dripped from Chi Fei's face.
The narrow, dark cloth armor was torn apart and scattered in the air.
Chi Fei's cheeks were slightly red, she gently twisted the red flesh all over her body, and shouted softly: "The soul is haunted by dreams!"
In the black iron city, there is a black figure, with a pair of slightly upturned noses, red lips and white teeth, and a delicate fragrance.
This person is Sang Fei, Sang Zhu's aunt, whom Jian Wuqi just met.
Only Concubine Sang was heard speaking softly.
"Little Sangzhu, you must remember it carefully. The most precious treasure of our Shura clan is the Ahan Sword. It is also the treasure of our Shura clan to suppress luck. But this sword has lost its sword spirit."
"What should I do if I lose my sword spirit?" A little girl, about eight or nine years old, with a pair of almond eyes, exactly like Sang Zhu today.
Jian Wuqi, who originally held the long sword tightly in his hand, saw this scene and couldn't help but feel warm in his heart and put down the long sword.
"If you lose the sword spirit, you naturally have to find it back. So as a princess of the Shura tribe, you have to do two things first. The first is to kill Emperor Shitian. The second is to find the sword spirit."
"Emperor Shakti is the big bad guy, Zhu'er knows it!"
Concubine Sang nodded and said softly: "That's right, so let's find the sword spirit of Ahanjian first, and then ask to kill Emperor Shitian!"
"How can I find the sword spirit?"
"The sword spirit can be replaced by a soul, but it is best to be a human swordsman. Because a good human swordsman has sword energy in his body. After death, he becomes a sword spirit and gets twice the result with half the effort. So, when you grow up, you can pretend to like him
, trick him into joining the Shura clan, and then let him become a sword spirit!"
"Okay, aunt!"
Jian Wuqi was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him.
Did Emperor Shitian's recollections of dreams bring him back to the past? It turns out that Sangzhu didn't intend to let himself become a sword spirit. No wonder Sangzhu took a look at him on Qingfeng Mountain at Pengchou Mountain in Nanzhan Buzhou.
"Haha, it turns out it's not the so-called love at first sight, but..."
Phew, suddenly Sangzhu grew up and looked at Jian Wuqi with guilt on his face.
"Wu Qi, I did want you to be a sword spirit at first, but later on, I really fell in love with you. Otherwise, I wouldn't marry you!"
Jian Wuqi said nothing in a deep voice, looked at Sang Zhu in front of him, shook his head suddenly and said: "No, that's because I have mastered the sword world."
Sangzhu suddenly fell silent when he heard this, and two clear tears flowed from his beautiful almond eyes.
"I'm sorry, although I had this intention, but I really love you."
"Since you chose me to be the sword spirit, how can you talk about loving me?"
The simple Jian Wuqi suddenly became furious. This was the first time in Jian Wuqi's life that he was so angry.
I thought it was..., but you are...!
Waves of anger rushed towards Jian Wuqi. Jian Wuqi looked at Sangzhu and suddenly shouted: "Are you the phantom of this illusion?"
Sangzhu looked at Jian Wuqi, whose eyes were red, and was suddenly frightened, but he was completely gray.
Jian Wuqi seemed to be possessed and roared in front of Sangzhu. His eyes turned red.
"You are the Phantom, I am going to kill you." The tip of Suran Jian Wuqi's sword was pointed steadily at Sangzhu's nose!
"As long as you are you, it doesn't matter if you kill me. Then you won't change, and my love for you won't change either!"