Deep in the crack, hundreds of meters underground.
Tang Yan tried his best to hook up the Fierce Demon Sword, and the two little guys, Blood Soul Tree and Huo Ling'er, were rare in serious cooperation. They used their soul power and blood to 'stimulate' the sleeping thoughts of the war demon regardless of consumption.
However, the Fierce Demon Sword is the secret treasure that War Demon loved most during his lifetime. It is his second life, and before the end of his life, he included his own thoughts and soul power into it.
The body can be destroyed, but the sword will last forever.
This is the will of the war demon, this is his second life, and is his inheritance token.
It is a taboo for people with mysophobia.
It's just a broken body, you can destroy it, but the Fierce Demon Sword must not be trampled on. Therefore, he will not allow others to simply obtain the sword, nor will he easily use the power of the sword, nor will he allow others to wake up his sleeping thoughts.
and soul.
Even as Tang Yan, there have been only a dozen or so times since his debut when he was truly awakened to the power of the ancient war sword, and they were all at the moment when his rage and rage reached an explosive level, and they were all at the moment when his fighting spirit and madness reached the point where he appreciated it.
, and he wakes up from his deep sleep automatically.
"Work harder and don't give up." Tang Yan concentrated his efforts and went all out.
Deep in the crack, Tang Yan was working hard with all his heart.
In Linzhong Village, the sensation caused by the arrival of the Pangu tribe quickly subsided. As the most mysterious area in the Demon Realm, most of the people who fled here were those who had offended some extraordinary people or had no choice but to escape.
Just pick anyone here, and six out of ten people will have wonderful experiences. Therefore, today's events are at best just of interest, and will not cause any lasting sensation.
Wang Xiang and Wang Fu did not look for Tang Yan and stayed at the hotel where Hanzuo was. They believed that Tang Yan would come back and this matter would not end here.
The Pangu tribe team also took root in this hotel and fully monitored Hanzuo.
A month? They can afford to wait!
Hanzuo stayed in the room to recuperate peacefully, enjoying himself unbridled. A month was enough for him to recover from his injuries and find a way to leave.
He didn't take these little guys seriously at all.
Entrance to Linzhong Village.
Old Man Bai greeted the villagers warmly and came all the way to Granny Ma.
"Oh, I have a headache. This old guy Hanzuo brings trouble every time he comes here." Old Man Bai picked up a bamboo basket, turned it over and praised: "The craftsmanship is getting better and better."
Granny Ma smiled kindly: "The trouble we caused this time is not ordinary. Even the Titans of the Pangu tribe did not hesitate to take risks to track him down. It seems that he has made a big case. Haha, this old thing is getting more and more noisy the more he lives.
"
"From what Tai Tan said, Han Zuo must have robbed someone." Old Man Bai sat at the table, picked up the bamboo strips next to him, and helped Granny Ma sort them out.
They are like the old lady and grandfather next door, leisurely, calm and warm.
Granny Ma shook her head and whispered: "The fight over there in Cangwu Abyss is fierce, but Hanzuo, the emperor's left hand, doesn't go back to help. He insists on escaping here, causing trouble for himself and us."
"I'm wondering what happened to the injuries on his body? With his strength, few people can injure him like this. Judging from the appearance of those wounds, they don't look like they were caused by the weapons of the Pangu tribe."
"Didn't you notice a boy in a mask? He was chasing Hanzuo, and he was full of murderous intent. It seemed like he was the one who did it. He and the Pangu tribe all came here for Hanzuo. This is unusual.
"
"Which clan are you from?"
Granny Ma suddenly smiled and shook her head.
"What?" Old Man Bai looked at Granny Ma strangely, couldn't help but laugh, and gently removed the bamboo shavings from Granny Ma's hair: "I have been married for tens of thousands of years, and you are still showing off?"
"This kid is a little weird, I couldn't help but give him a divination."
Old Man Bai became even more interested. It was rare for the old woman to take the initiative in divination.
Granny Ma smiled mysteriously and drew a few strokes on the bamboo with her fingertips.
"Oh?" Old Man Bai nodded clearly, with a strange look on his face.
"Just wait and see what happens. This matter will not end easily. However, I am afraid that Hanzuo will not be able to escape this disaster. He has been crazy for a lifetime and is destined to end in madness. This is fate."
"Oh, this is a troubled year for the Corpse Royal Family. You are busy, I will discuss it with the old guys. Our Linzhong Village has not been so lively for a long time." Old Man Bai helped Granny Ma straighten the messy bamboo knots.
He walked into the village patting the debris off his body.
Granny Ma nodded softly and continued busy with her work, carefully and conscientiously.
However, that night, a cold breath came from the west, the wind was like weeping, faint and weak, echoing endlessly in the forest, which was creepy.
Granny Ma was packing up the results of the day's work and preparing to go back to rest. At this time, she raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the dark and cold forest in front of her.
The ancient trees were cluttered and dense, and all kinds of weird shapes appeared in the darkness. It was already scary enough, but now there was a gloomy wind and faint weeping whispers.
"Is it the ghost mother?" Granny Ma put down the bundle of bamboo pieces, slowly straightened up, and looked strangely into the dark forest.
In the darkness and the cold wind, a woman in white with disheveled hair walked towards her, but stopped a hundred steps away. She was blurry and unclear, but it made people feel cold and heart-stopping.
Granny Ma smiled slightly, patted the crumbs on her body, and took off her apron: "What a ghost mother. I haven't seen you for a long time. Why do you have time to come here to see your old friends?"
The Nine Sons Ghost Mother stopped a hundred meters away, her cold eyes peering through her messy long hair at the small village in the forest dotted with lights.
"Do you want to go in?" Granny Ma asked gently.
The ghost mother said nothing.
Granny Ma seemed to understand what she meant, and shook her head and sighed: "People and demons are welcome here, but ghosts are not. This is the rule set by the master, and you know it."
The ghost mother still paid no attention and seemed to be exploring the situation in Linzhong Village.
"The person you are looking for is here, but I can't let you take him away. This is the rule. Ghost Mother, we have known each other for many years. I would like to give you kind advice. The village has been in chaos recently, so you should leave."
"Give me a divination." From the dense forest, the ghost mother's sobbing whisper came.
"You never believe in fate. This time... did you have a premonition of something?" Granny Ma frowned slightly, as if she was worried for her.
In the dense forest, the ghost mother remained silent, only her blood-red eyes stared coldly at the forest village.
"That's all."
Granny Ma sighed quietly, sat back at the desk, and took out a few turtle shells.
"Divination is a very mysterious thing. If you don't predict for a thousand years, it is equivalent to accumulating luck for a thousand years. One day you will be able to see through a lot of things. The old woman has not been able to predict for almost two thousand years. Today's divination has really revealed a lot of things."
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But if I make divination continuously in one day, it will damage my destiny and the things I see will be very blurry. I made one divination today, but the second divination may not work anymore, so you have to be prepared."
The Nine Sons Ghost Mother floated out of the dense forest and approached the village.
Granny Ma carefully performed divination, calculating carefully with her calloused right hand, while her left hand slowly moved between the tortoise shells. Wisps of strange energy flowed on the table, and mysterious images appeared on the old lines of the tortoise shell.
The space is looming.
The divination was very difficult this time. Granny Ma worked very hard. Sometimes her brows would frown, and sweat would appear on her forehead, as if she was confused. She kept doing it over and over again and carefully.
This hexagram took as long as a cup of tea, and new cracks were added to the back of the turtle shell, making the already dry and dull turtle shell appear slightly dim.
"White Deer... White Deer..." Granny Ma read through the traces of the turtle shell and muttered several times silently: "Could it be White Deer City?"
"What do you mean?" the Nine Sons Ghost Mother whispered coldly.
"The hexagram shows that Bailu City is connected with your fate, and your final destination is in Bailu City. As for life or death, opportunity or disaster, forgive me for not knowing." Granny Ma lowered her head and looked at the hexagram, but
She didn't want to see the ghost mother, she seemed to have some reservations.
"...Bailu City..." The Nine Sons Ghost Mother said to herself silently, and finally took a deep look at the peaceful village, then retreated erratically into the dark woodland.
The cold atmosphere that permeated the mountains and fields gradually dissipated, and the sounds of ghosts whispering and crying also gradually disappeared, until there was no sound, and everything returned to tranquility.
"Go slowly, don't be in a hurry." Granny Ma whispered.
The ghost mother disappeared without a trace.
"Bailu City is another White Deer City. Ghost Mother, this meeting today is our farewell. You should have disappeared with the destruction of hell, but you persisted for tens of thousands of years.
Having escaped the punishment of heaven, now...it's almost time to return..."
Granny Ma shook her head and muttered to herself, staring in the direction where the ghost mother disappeared, seemingly sad and helpless. But the meaning revealed in her muttering was obviously...many...many...
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