After Tang Ming shook the goosebumps on the ground, he put his hand on it as well, hoping to end this headache Xuanyue trip as soon as possible.

When Wang Xiao determined the specific location, Tang Ming immediately moved his mind and used his spiritual power to urge the Dao sign.

Suddenly, the dizzying white light spread out again, and I don't know how long it took, when Tang Ming woke up again, he only felt that he had grabbed a delicate piece of nephrite jade in his hand, and he unconsciously touched it with his hand, still wondering what this slightly warm item was.

When the white light dissipated, I saw that what I touched was a white and slender jade hand.

It turned out that when the road sign was transmitted, Wang Xiao secretly put his hand under Tang Ming's palm, and the white afterglow of the road sign just now had not dissipated, Tang Ming didn't know what it was, so he touched two more handfuls, but now he was embarrassed.

"Oh~ Venerable, you are so bad, you just arrived at the door of someone's boudoir and you touched them so much, wouldn't this make them look good......" Wang Xiaoqiao's face instantly turned red to the root of her ears, and her speech became a little hesitant, as if Tang Ming really wanted to do something to him.

Tang Ming instantly became crying and laughing, and couldn't help but smile dryly: "Ahem...... What, what the hell ......is the blood moon of your Xuanyue Pavilion" Suddenly Tang Ming's face changed, and his face was full of shock: "Where did you just say this?"

"The door of someone's boudoir...... What's wrong?" Wang Xiao said like a shy little daughter-in-law, with her head down.

"What are you bringing me here for?" Tang Ming turned around and was about to leave, thinking that this guy was so unreliable.

"Didn't His Holiness say that he wanted to take the black meteor fragments!" Seeing that Tang Ming was leaving, Wang Xiao couldn't help but say with a suspicious face.

Tang Ming's old face darkened: "Didn't you keep saying that the black meteor fragment was suppressed under the blood moon of your Xuanyue Pavilion, how did you bring me to your boudoir for what?"

Instead, Wang Xiao said calmly: "It was suppressed under the blood moon, and the powerhouses of the eight major sects know it!"

"Could it be that your boudoir is called the Blood Moon?" Saying that, Tang Ming not only looked up at the door number of Wang Xiao's boudoir, but thought to himself that if this blood moon was this boudoir, it would really be a big one.

Wang Xiao pinched Qianqian's thin waist and retorted: "Of course not!"

"Whew! That's good!" But Tang Ming's hanging heart was put down, and Wang Xiao followed him with a divine mending knife.

"The Blood Moon is a crescent-shaped piece of crescent-shaped Meteorite Blood Marrow of my Xuanyue Pavilion, which was placed in his boudoir by the Pavilion Masters of the past dynasties and used as a bed to cultivate, and what was suppressed under this bed was the fragment of the black meteor. After speaking, Wang Xiao's face became even more red, her head was so low that she seemed to be able to bury it in her chest, and she looked at Tang Ming with bad intentions.

"Buzz!"

Tang Ming only felt that his brain was blank in an instant, and Wang Xiao's voice seemed to have magical power, making the surroundings instantly quiet, and even the wind blowing around him was clear and sound.

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

The heartbeats of the two people became clear at this moment, and the atmosphere around them instantly became more and more strange.

Tang Ming must have obtained the fragments of the ghost spear, so Tang Ming gritted his teeth and said with a strange face: "So, I have to go to your boudoir?"

One sentence made Wang Xiao's face instantly red to the base of his neck, and his head was buried deeper, and he let out a weak and inaudible sound: "Hmm!"

Tang Ming's face was full of embarrassment: "I mean, I still have to go to your bed?"

"Hmm......" Wang Xiao's voice became quieter and quieter, and even his body trembled slightly.

At this time, the air around the two of them froze, and the wonderful atmosphere was filled with a lingering anxiety.

Tang Ming couldn't wait to slap himself twice, but he couldn't explain it at all, so he simply closed his mouth and stopped talking, but closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged, silently running the law of the immortal Shura Gong, ready to calm down.

After a few breaths, he finally settled his mind, and Tang Ming couldn't help but secretly sigh that this immortal Shura was really wonderful, not only could he strengthen his body, but also stabilize his mind.

After Tang Ming finished adjusting, he sat up with a straight face, and said in a cold tone:

"I just want to get the black meteor fragment as soon as possible, if you dare to pretend to twist it again, don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people!"

Wang Xiao smacked her mouth, but she didn't dare to make any more noise.

"Humph!"

Tang Ming snorted coldly, threw down his sleeves fiercely, and almost overturned Wang Xiao with his aura, and then walked into Wang Xiao's boudoir and went straight to the direction of the bed.

Tang Ming took a closer look, and then discovered the secret of it, this piece of demon-red meteorite moon blood marrow is crescent-shaped, the cold breath seems to isolate everything, the piece in the center recess is just used to suppress the fragments of the ghost spear in it, and the faint breath exuded in the crescent moon gap is just used for cultivation.

"No wonder Xuanyue Pavilion has always put this piece of Falling Moon Blood Marrow in the boudoir, such a round treasure, doesn't it have to be placed in the safest boudoir, call it the Blood Moon, I think it should be because it is demon red and moon-shaped. After seeing the black fragments, Tang Ming finally dispelled the last trace of doubt.

He was originally a little worried about whether Wang Xiao deliberately tricked him into coming to the boudoir, thinking that he really misunderstood, but this wicked guy should teach him a lesson, so as not to make any trouble for himself in the future.

Tang Ming couldn't help but be secretly happy in his heart, he really didn't expect that this piece of fragment was better to get than the one in the cemetery of the War Dragon Clan, but when he found that Wang Xiao followed him into the house, Tang Ming's face had to be gloomy again:

"Go out and help me guard the courtyard, and no one will come in. Tang Ming said undoubtedly.

Looking at Wang Xiao, who had just come in, and went out again, Tang Ming was relieved, and he sank into his spiritual consciousness with all his heart, summoning out the five fragments of the ghost spear.

"Buzz!"

As soon as the five fragments in the body appeared, the black fragments that were originally lying quietly in the blood moon instantly buzzed, directly breaking through the prohibition in the blood moon.

Only then did Tang Ming see clearly that it was a fragment of the tip of a ghost spear, which happened to form a broken half-section of the spear with the five pieces he had obtained before.

Tang Ming was excited, after all, at the important juncture when he finally didn't have to fight anymore in the future, he went to fight with a broken barrel of gun, and was relieved

Exclaimed:

"Ghost gun, ghost gun, you said that the first piece of shard I got would be nice if it was the head of the gun!"

Before waiting for the reply of the ghost gun, Tang Ming's eyes were only left with the darkness that swallowed everything, and even Wang Xiao, who was waiting outside the house, fell into a burst of blindness, Wang Xiao couldn't help but smack his tongue, it was the same last time in the Dragon Clan Cemetery.

Immediately, Tang Ming felt that the scenery of Wang Xiao's boudoir was like a tide, and began to ripple gradually, and the blood moon in front of him also rotated in circles, after all, he was defeated by the will of the ghost, and lost the last trace of sobriety.

Although he passed out in a coma, his consciousness could not fall into a complete sleep, but was pulled into the illusory space by the black mist flowing from the ghost spear, and entered the memory of the ghost spear......

I don't know how long it took, Tang Ming came to his senses again, and he could only feel nothingness.

Boundless nothingness.

It's not empty, it's nothing, nothing, not even the darkness is perceptible.

Tang Ming opened his mouth to speak, but found that he didn't even have a voice.

In this endless nothingness, Tang Ming involuntarily floated, not even feeling time.

As if a century had passed, and it seemed to be just a moment, Tang Ming saw a majestic figure holding a sharp axe that pierced through heaven and earth in the endless void, slashing towards this chaotic endless nothingness.

"Boom!"

The sound began to float through the world, and the endless nothingness began to have light and darkness, dazzling, slowly rising upwards and turning into starry light.

And this majestic figure also sank heavily after this slash, turning into endless dead air, spreading to the entire world, mixed with darkness and turning into overwhelming clouds of black smoke.

The giant axe that broke through the sky was also shattered by the endless roar after this split, and only a small part of the center was left, which escaped the catastrophe and fell on the body of the mighty shore.

The fragments mingled with the endless black smoke, forming creatures of different races in black armor, and the largest piece of smoke, although not in human form, drifted regularly as if it had a spiritual mind.

Tang Ming couldn't help but be shocked in his heart: "Isn't this the scene where the ancient god Pangu opened the world! Why do you feel a strong Netherworld aura on those black armored creatures full of anger?"

"Could it be that the Netherworld Clan came here like this......" Tang Ming was taken aback by his bold idea.

In the end, this majestic Pangu corpse completely turned into an overwhelming dark creature, and the eight parts of this corpse, including the eyes, ears, nose, and heart, condensed eight groups of holy aura that was completely opposite to the dark aura.

Each of the eight clusters of aura manifested into different wheels, snails, umbrellas, covers, flowers, jars, fish, and lengths, and the light of the eight forms poured into the remains of the handle of the Pangu axe at the same time.

At this point, the picture carried by the fragments of the ghost gun gradually disappeared, but in Tang Ming's mind, he was still constantly calculating all this, why the picture of Pangu opening the world was in the memory of the ghost gun.

Sitting on top of the blood moon like this, Tang Ming combed through all the memories he had obtained from the ghost spear piece by piece.

In the remaining handle of the Pangu Axe, there is the breath of the ghost spear, but it is not exactly, it lacks the coldness of the ghost spear, and there is no tip of the spear.

In the memory of the ghost gun obtained in the extreme north of the Nether Realm before, a general held a ghost gun and slashed endless ghosts, each of which would turn into black gas after death and be swallowed by the ghost gun, and the aura of the ghost gun was gradually growing, and the spear was becoming sharper and sharper.

So what is the connection between all this......

"Poof!"

Suddenly, Tang Ming, who was sitting cross-legged, stood up and exclaimed, "Could it be that someone got the remaining handle of the Pangu Axe, took it and continued to kill the evil spirits, and after absorbing the endless anger, it slowly gained a sharp edge, and finally became a ghost spear?"

"In this way, the ghost spear has no tip in the first place, but the most powerful one is the body of the spear, after all, it is the only ......part of the Pangu Axe that opens the world," Tang Ming couldn't help but mutter.

Thinking that he felt a little pity just now, he couldn't get the tip of the ghost gun at the beginning, Tang Ming couldn't help but smile secretly: "Fortunately, all I started to get was this ghost gun body." ”

(End of chapter)