These two chapters are written slowly. I'm going out for a while. I turned it up to around 11:50 on the third shift. My brother who can't wait can get up tomorrow morning to see it, and by the way, ask for a monthly pass, a red ticket, and a package.

Shiyanyu was almost half destroyed by the war. Now that the war is over, it's time to rebuild. Either way, this is the center of Cangzhou.

At present, the person in charge of Shiyan is still Li Jiang, Liang Lian and others, and their status will also be improved. It's also a matter of time before the family rewards them.

The original royal castle is being restored and rebuilt. In front of the Royal Castle, a large statue has just been built. The statue is 100 feet tall and stands in the wind.

It was a man, who looked to be about twenty years old, wearing a black robe, with a tall figure, slightly flamboyant hair, but not messy, with a handsome face with a hint of perseverance and domineering that belonged to a man, and the whole statue was lifelike, with distinct figures, as if he was still alive.

This statue is none other than Amaki, who has left an endless prestige in the rocky area. Li Jiang found someone to shape this statue, and it was also recognized by Tang Mingshuo. Amaki himself didn't know.

Since then, the Wulan family has occupied a dominant position in the Shiyan region, and its image of the god of war is their soul. All those who followed Amagi in the war will not forget the glory and passion.

Although a few days have passed, there is still a trace of smoke and bloody gases left on the battlefield where the last world war began.

The night was dark and windy, and a ghost-like shadow appeared on the battlefield. It was a scrawny old man, with little flesh on his body, a gloomy face, and a pair of eerie eyes, as if they were from this region. His body did not emit a single trace of spiritual element fluctuations, nor did any energy overflow. Only that weird smell. On this night, the old man floated like a dead man.

"This is it. ”

The old man spoke softly, and his voice was hoarse and indescribable. It is as harsh and ugly as the notes of two stones rubbing against each other.

I saw the old man stretch out his two withered palms and gently shake them at the bottom. The wind and waves floated. A moment later, two clouds of turbid air floated up from the battlefield below and landed on the old man's hands.

That's obviously two sets of death gases. After the death of an ordinary person, certain death gases are left behind. These death gases will be dispersed around the world in the shortest possible time. A few days have passed since the First World War, but there are still many death gases that have not dissipated.

"Whoever it is, whoever dares to kill me, they will have to pay a heavy price. ”

The old man's voice was very cold. Only a loose palm scratched him hard. Two groups of death gases suddenly dissipated into the invisible. The next moment, the old man disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared before.

Aside from the Wu Lan family's stronghold in the Shiyan region, these two bored and wandering guards have now lost the pressure of the Qilin government. The guards of the fortress also seem to have slackened.

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A gust of black wind swept by, and one of the disciple guards disappeared in an instant, and the next moment, the black wind appeared in the chaotic Yamano hundreds of miles away.

The disciple's body was trembling, and he felt dizzy and confused. He looked up and shook his head vigorously. When he saw the person in front of him, he suddenly exclaimed.

"You, who are you?"

The disciple's voice trembled. The old man looked terrible, like a dead soul in the dark. The whole body is cold and has no temperature. Especially those cruel eyes that make people fall into hell. Just by looking at it, the disciple felt his soul tremble.

"I ask you, who killed the Blood Cloud and the Blood Hand brothers?"

The old man ignored his disciple's fear, and his voice seemed to disappear.

Master.

The disciple felt that the old man's eyes were enough to tear his soul apart.

"Really......"

The disciple swallowed hard, and his teeth began to tremble. He was terrified from head to toe. He just felt that his mind was blank and he didn't know what to say.

The disciple was not timid. This is a fear from the heart. There is no way to resist it. The old man's eyes, like a sharp icicle, pierced directly into his heart.

"You don't have to say it. ”

The old man's voice was hoarse and cold. Two black rays pierced his eyes. The black mang was completely submerged in the disciple's mind.

Boom.

The disciple only felt that his heart was hit by a heavy hammer, and his face immediately became dull and dull.

Hei Mang breathed three times in the disciple's mind, then rushed out again, returning to the old man's body.

This is a very cruel method, more cruel than ordinary magic teaching spiritualism, ordinary spiritualism, is to control the other party's mind, get everything he wants, and the old man uses this method, it turns out to be a living stripped of the other party's memory.

This stripping is completely peeled off, then crushed, and after being stripped off, it immediately becomes an idiot.

Tianmu of the Wulan family

The old man whispered out two names, and a trace of ruthless killing intent appeared on the corner of his mouth. From the memories of his disciples, he not only has the appearance of Tianmu who killed the brother of the Poison King, but also the appearance of Tianmu.

"Kill the ghost of my apprentice, and I will destroy the Wu Lan family."

This is definitely a very important role. In his opinion, there is no difference between life and a marriage proposal. The ghost sold his body and then disappeared again. After he disappeared, a puff of black smoke enveloped the disciple who had become an idiot. When the black smoke is gone, there is no trace left. The disciple seemed to have completely disappeared without a trace.

Under the dark night sky, a dark figure quickly walked towards Tianma Mountain.

At this time, in Tianma Mountain, the banquet was over. The three men from the headquarters did not leave immediately. They will wait until tomorrow to go to the headquarters with Amaki and the others.

Mu Tian and Blue Fish Jump and the others were chatting, and suddenly, the night concept dispersed and called Mu Tian aside.

"Saiyan skirt, what's the matter?"

Mu Tian asked curiously.

"Big brother, I want you to help me create a spiritual treasure. ”

Ye Si said from the scattered openings.

"In this matter, your brother is not easy to catch, but I think your magic is so powerful, it seems that you don't need any spiritual wealth now?"

Mu Tian was a little puzzled, how powerful this magical body is, just relying on the innate supernatural powers inspired by the Xuan Fetus is enough to laugh at the world, for example, the concept of night comes from scattered perverts, and there is no need for spiritual treasures.

"Big brother, you don't know, after my nine-year-old killing practice was completed, a new avatar was inspired in Xu Antai, but this is a difficult sword technique. Don't I have a sword in my hand?"

The idea of the night is spoken out of fragmentation.

"I see. Don't worry. I'll wrap it around my big brother and make you a crazy knife. ”

Mu Tian thought about it uselessly, agreed, and at the same time, the idea of the night was also crying bitterly from this situation, it is conceivable that inspired by the talent of the magic fetus, it must be a scumbag, such a physique, it is really enviable, jealous and hateful.

"Kid, it's not that easy to make a night knife. ”

Ben had been standing on Mu Tian's shoulder and said suddenly.

"Oh?"

Mu Tian was stunned.

"Yes, big brother, the knife I need will stay with me for the rest of my life, so we need to finish it together. ”

The concept of night dispersed.

"Tell me. ”

Animal Husbandry Law.

"Big brother, the knife I want is a lifelong spiritual wealth. As a treasure alchemist, you helped me refine the blanks of the knife. I'll take care of the rest. I'll integrate the origin into the knife. Eventually, the shaped knife will be hidden in the mysterious womb, wet by the mysterious womb. Once lifelong spiritual wealth is cultivated, its rank and power will continue to grow as I grow. This is what I learned from the knife technique. ”

The concept of night is scattered to say that the knife he needs now is definitely not refined by Mu Tian, and he also needs to have a refining process by himself, this process is the most important, once practiced, it is the life spirit treasure, and the demon fetus.

"Let's go, let's go straight to the Fire Clan and use the last ingredients here to make you a knife. ”

Mu Tian's eyes lit up, and he immediately said hello to a few people, and walked towards the Fire Clan first.

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In the Fire Clan's smelting room, a pile of materials is placed on the ground. These materials are the best among the Fire Clan. Since Amagi's current identity is different, he can take any materials from the Fire Clan.

Immediately reached Taiyi fine gold, Lingshangshangpin, 10,000 years of steel, Arctic cold iron, each material, is a priceless treasure, the lowest level, all reached the Lingshangpin.

This kind of substance, ordinary spirit-level treasure refiners, can't be refined, and only a pervert like Mu Tian can have such a weapon.

"Saiyan skirt, are you happy with these materials?"

Mu Tian asked with a smile.

"The materials are good, the key is that the eldest brother has an extraordinary method of refining treasures. I'm already looking forward to it. ”

The thought of the night did not hide his excitement from the scattered, Mu Tian refining the treasure, but he had no doubts.

"Then let's get started. ”

Mu Tian smiled, and the spiritual power and the power of the fascination suddenly poured out like a tide, and after the fusion of the three flames, it gushed out at the same time, and a sea of fire was immediately formed.

Mu Tian made a move, and the most difficult piece of Taiyi Pure Gold to refine came into his hands, and he controlled the temperature of the flame and started the first step, purification.

He sat cross-legged at night, secretly adjusting his condition. As long as the blank of the knife is formed, the rest is up to him.

Buzzing...

The flames were churning and buzzing. An hour later, in the flames, a thin mangs and a large knife of four dazzling colors were first drawn.

At the same time, Huo, who was distracted by the night, opened his eyes, he opened his mouth and spit out, and a black magic flame churned out, covering the big knife that had not really solidified in an instant.

Mu Tian could clearly feel that the night concept was running faster and faster from the magic fetus scattered in his body, and the night concept was surging towards the big knife from the scattered source, and finally, the night concept hit a drop from the scattered source Xie Jing and landed on the big knife.

The broadsword trembled violently. The blade, which had been transparent, gradually turned black. The above complex and indescribable lines are intertwined. A magical domineering spirit was revealed. The whole knife is undergoing drastic changes.

"Good knife, Xiao Ye, what are you going to name this knife?"

The pastor asked.

Devil's Slaughter

The concept of night is scattered and clearly says two words.