At the moment when the three-color demon domain was about to fall.

The oily black ghost wood pendant worn by Xu Yang's waist trembled slightly, and two familiar light coughs came out of it.

"Ahem. ”

Immediately, a white streamer flashed, the light and shadow converged, and the crane-haired soap-robed Guigu Yeyan appeared.

Guigu Yeyan stood in the void, looking like an ordinary old man, and his body was even a little thin, but his eyes were as firm as Mount Tai that was difficult to shake. He looked up at the tall figure of the Eight Scales Jiao in the air, pointed with his hand, and said coldly: "Five little insects, I haven't seen them for five hundred years, and they ran out to spread the wilderness again, it seems that your eight heads don't want to stay on your neck again." ”

The tone is not high, but it is like the rhythm of God's voice, shaking the void, and listening to it in the ears of the Eight Scales is like a sword in the throat.

"Are you?" said in a trembling voice.

The Eight Scales Jiao in the sky saw the unsightly Guigu Yeyan as if he saw the shadow of a person, it was a young man, a young man who had defeated him five hundred years ago. Although the appearance of the old man in front of him was very different from that of the young man at the beginning, his momentum and tone of voice were the same.

I saw that Guigu Yeyan raised his right hand, and the black qi in his palm condensed, revealing an ink-colored long sword more than three feet long.

The whole body of this sword is as dark as ink, dull, and I don't know what it was made of. The surface of the sword body is covered with fine broken pieces, as if the smashed black pottery pieces are spliced together with clay, and its appearance is not good, but it exudes an indescribable strange aura.

Without stopping for a moment, Guigu Yeyan threw the pitch-black long sword in his hand in front of him, and then quickly stretched out a finger and lightly touched the sword body of the long sword, and a little inky halo on the fingertip immediately dispersed.

Suddenly, a vast pitch-black ghost aura erupted from the sword body, which was both a ghost domain and a sword domain. As soon as the three-color demon domain in the sky touched this pitch-black ghost domain, it actually dodged it, just like a vicious wolf encountering a more powerful tiger and becoming extremely timid.

The powerful sword domain was extremely sharp, piercing the boundaries of space, up to the nine heavens, and down to the eighteen layers of hell.

The souls of all kinds of powerful ghosts in the eighteenth layer of the underworld dungeon were immediately attracted by this ghost domain, and hundreds of ghost kings' souls were either green-haired, or one-horned, or fire-eyed, or long-tongued...... A stream of brains is sucked into it.

Immediately after, the ink-colored sword domain on the sword body converged back like a long whale absorbing water, and the surface of the black sword body clicked, as if it could not withstand the colossal ghost power brought back from the sword domain.

"Whoa!"

The pitch-black sword body shattered into hundreds of pieces and hovered in mid-air.

"It's really you, a different ghost fire!". The sixteen eyes on the eight heads of the Eight Scales in the sky were round, and they were full of disbelief, and their bodies unconsciously trembled with fear.

"I'm who I am, a different kind of ghostfire. Guigu Yeyan said proudly.

The voice is as domineering and chic as it was five hundred years ago.

With that, he stretched out his finger and pointed at the broken sword body in the air, and with a pop, the hundred broken swords circled and glued together, and burst out with a tumbling black ghostly aura.

The black mist flickered, revealing a human figure.

The man was eight feet tall, with shoulder-length gray hair, a narrow gray cloth band covering his eyes, and a simple knot tied at the back of his head, on which were silver ghost runes painted. His skin was blue and shiny, his muscles were as hard as the outline of a pen, he wore only a simple gray animal skin trousers, his hands and feet were bare, and his fingertips were as slender as hooks. Strangely, the surface of this person's skin was covered with a lot of pale golden cracks like open pieces, as if the whole person was made of pieces of splicing.

"It's a hundred ghost sword spirits, a hundred reckless!"

On the warship, the Great Emperor of the East China Sea, who had been fighting all along, couldn't help but be surprised when he saw this ghost man transformed from the Devil May Cry Sword.

The scene in front of the five hundred seemed to be reproduced in front of his eyes.

He witnessed with his own eyes that the young man who called himself "a different ghost fire" five hundred years ago summoned such a black sword, and said, "Bai Mang, cut these eight little worms for me", and then the result was that the Eight Scales Jiao lost eight heads, and he himself was seriously injured and fled in embarrassment, barely saving his life.

At this time, the face of the Great Emperor of the East China Sea was gray, and the previous excitement turned into extremely disappointed, and the whole person seemed to have fallen from heaven to hell, his hands and feet were cold, and he muttered: "It's over, it's over." ”

Strangely, the ghost man didn't seem to have any intention of doing it right away.

At the same time, far away in the realm of evil spirits.

In a world full of deep blue water, the eyes of the main body of the Yaqi Scale Jiao reflected the image of the soul of a hundred ghosts transformed by the Devil May Cry Sword. The eight-headed beast couldn't help but shake its eight heads back and forth, peeking at each other. It was very gratifying to see that his eight heads were still on his neck. But it felt the pain on its neck that had not healed for 500 years.

"Lord Ghost Fire, if you have the opportunity, the body of the deity will definitely get back the pain of five hundred years of severed heads with you. ”

With that, the surface of the eight-headed giant beast exuded a monstrous demonic aura, and a transparent scaly phantom that was the same as its body was pulled back by it out of thin air, and disappeared into its body. After that, the eight-headed beast plunged into the sea beneath him, leaving only a huge whirlpool on the surface of the sea, which lasted for a long time.

High in the East China Sea.

The doppelganger of the Eight Scales also shook his eight heads, and his eyes rolled and said, "This seat is not interested in continuing to fight today, the air here is not fresh enough, which makes me very uncomfortable." Ghost Fire-sama, play by yourself. ”

After speaking, the figure turned into a body of water transparent in a large area of tumbling demonic qi until it disappeared.

As the demonic aura of the Eight Scales dissipated, the sky and the sea became clear again.

"Thank you, Master, for your help. Xu Yang looked at the semi-spiritual body of the Ghost Valley Night Flame in mid-air, surprised and delighted.

Guigu Yeyan just nodded, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Apprentice, as a teacher, I can only help you get here." ”

After speaking, the aura on Guigu Yeyan's body suddenly weakened. Almost at the same time, high in the air, the gray-haired and naked sword spirit Bai Mang's body emitted a large cloud of black ghost qi, and it changed back to the appearance of a three-foot black sword. After that, as the night flame of the Ghost Valley turned into a streamer, he went straight back to the ghost wood waist pendant on Xu Yang's waist.

"Master, Master. Xu Yang exclaimed, and touched the ghost wood waist with his hand.

"Remember, apprentice, fighting depends on momentum. Hey. The faint joking sound of the Night Flame of the Ghost Valley came from the ghost's wooden waist, and then it became unusually quiet.

"It seems that Shizun is getting weaker and weaker, maybe his old man no longer has the strength to urge the Devil May Cry Sword again. Xu Yang said worriedly.

On the opposite side of the warship.

The Great Emperor of the East China Sea saw that the body of the night flame in the Ghost Valley disappeared. The originally disappointed eyes suddenly became excited again, and he laughed and said, "It turns out that he is only a half-soul spirit body now, and he doesn't seem to have the ability to urge that ghost sword, God help me Scales Jiao Clan." ”

"Your Majesty, the princes don't seem to be in a good situation," Bo Luo, the golden-armored general on the side, said repeatedly. After speaking, he respectfully handed over a gilt monocular.

The Great Emperor took the monocular and looked at it carefully.

The golden-robed eldest prince, the red-robed second prince, the purple-robed third prince, the green-robed fifth prince and the blue-robed sixth prince appear in the camera. The royal horns on their heads had been severed, and several people were trembling and rolling on the ground, groaning in pain, unable to muster their strength to fight back.

The Great Emperor of the East China Sea chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly searched for the Eighth Emperor who he valued the most with the telescope in his hand. When he saw that the pair of double horns on the head of the white-robed two-horned young man was safe and sound, but he had just summoned the power of faith, the whole person's breath was a little sluggish, and he said to himself: "Fortunately, the eighth child is fine." ”

The white-robed two-horned young man looked at the sky in a daze, unable to believe his eyes: "Did the Great God of the Eight Scales I believe in escape? No, I really don't get used to the air here." He would rather find a reason, but he really didn't want to believe that the omnipotent Eight Scales Great God in his heart would be frightened out of sight by the person opposite just by showing his moves.

At this moment, on the warship, a man in a black-robed Taoist robe, holding a fist-sized, beautifully crafted golden conch in both hands, leaned forward with a smile on his face, and said respectfully: "On the order of the Shadow Lord, the Master of the Poor Dao Qing Shui pays a visit to the Great Emperor of the East China Sea. ”

"Without my permission, why did you run up on your own? What time is it, and you can't be allowed to mess around here. Bo Luo, the gold-armored general on the side, said angrily.

The Great Emperor of the East China Sea turned his head to look, not only did he not have the slightest anger, but said kindly: "It turned out to be the envoy of the Shadow Lord, and he was disappointed. ”

Then he glanced at the golden-armored general Bo Luo, and whispered, "The shadow sent someone to visit, why didn't you tell me earlier." ”

The gold-armored general Bo Luo was puzzled, but he didn't dare to contradict it, and said repeatedly: "It's all the negligence of the ministers, and they didn't have time to report to Your Majesty." ”

"It's not General Boro's fault, he just learned my identity. The Lord of the Shadows has explained before that if you don't see the Emperor of the East China Sea in person, you can't reveal the identity and true purpose of this trip to the East China Sea. The poor way is just doing it. Master Qing Shui hurriedly explained.

After speaking, Master Qing Shui held the golden conch in both hands and handed it over.

The Great Emperor of the East China Sea personally took the golden conch and looked at it carefully, the eight-headed scale ornament and the special prohibition on the golden conch were all too familiar, it was the one he personally gave to the shadow, and nodded with satisfaction. The only doubt in his eyes dissipated.

"It's just the right time for my East China Sea royal family to fight with a few thieves, and I've neglected the head of Qing Shui Dao, so please don't be surprised. The Great Emperor of the East China Sea said very politely.

Seeing this, Boluo, the gold-armored general on the side, muttered in his heart: "I have never heard Your Majesty talk about the Shadow Organization, how can I see this Qing Shui Shangren for the first time today so close, it is better to talk less." ”

Master Shimizu immediately replied, "His Majesty the Emperor is serious. I suddenly revealed my identity at this time, and it had something to do with this fight. ”

The tasks assigned to me by the Shadow Lord are all among the golden conch.

When the Great Emperor of the East China Sea heard this, he put the golden conch to his ear and gently clasped it with his fingers. A man's voice came from the conch......

After a while, the Great Emperor of the East China Sea took the Golden Conch in his hand with a serious face, whispered a few words to the Golden Conch, and then handed it back to the Qing Shui Venerable and said, "I have always remembered the agreement between me and the Shadow Lord. What I promised the shadow master, I will definitely do. In addition, the Shadow Master asked me to help him find a pair of blue flame spirits. ”

When Master Qing Shui heard this, he hurriedly took over and said, "That pair of blue water flame spirits are about unlocking a secret seal, as for what seal it is, I don't know. Right now, the pair of blue flame spirits were on Xu Yang and Liu Haiyu on the opposite side. It would be great if the Great Emperor would personally help you. ”

The Great Emperor of the East China Sea narrowed his eyes, looked at the other side and said, "Boluo, summon a few princes back first." Since the Shadow Lord has been commissioned, I will personally take down a few thieves on the other side. ”