Like a drop of ink soaking the white paper, the dense black mist tore through the golden light that surrounded the villa. A terrible roar penetrated through the cracks of the light curtain, and the ghost king led by him had all the wounds all over his body, and the black mist rose from the wounds, condensing into five hideous giant claws behind him, and the sharp claws drove the ghost king to leap into the sky while tearing open the light curtain.

The envoy of the underworld who was in the blind spot of Chen Ping's perspective also jumped from the roof at this time, and the crimson sword mang, several meters long, slashed towards the ghost king one step ahead, and the black mist melted like ice and snow the moment it touched the sword light, and the giant claw that tried to grasp the sword light followed closely behind, but it was directly torn apart at the same time, and the energy that turned into black and red spread to the surroundings.

A burst of surprise flashed in the ghost king's red eyes, it was obvious that in the first wave of fighting, the resentment that he had accumulated for hundreds of years did not take advantage of this sword light, but collapsed at the moment of contact.

But am I really an ordinary imp?

The figure of the ghost king suddenly exploded, and his ugly face was like a piece of toilet paper that had just been wiped on his buttocks, tightly wrinkled together, but everyone present could clearly feel that an extreme rage was condensed on his face like a black cloud, and the wounds on his body slowly squirmed, slowly connecting into a whole, and the ghost king seemed to have been reborn, and the magnificent and complex secret patterns turned on his body instead of wounds.

"This is the true form of the Ghost King, boy, see the secret patterns on his body clearly, and you will earn a little if you can learn a little. ”

Although the old man did not dare to reveal his true body, the soul sense he had cultivated over thousands of years was enough to prevent him from being discovered by outsiders while communicating with Chen Ping. It seems that because the sword light has dispersed the black mist, Chen Ping's state has improved slightly, and the old man only dared to mention Chen Ping with confidence when he saw this.

The secret patterns on the ghost king's body are either taken from ancient ruins, or they are made by their own perception, of course, with the ferocity of the ghost king, it is also very likely that they are forcibly deprived after devouring the souls of others.

These secret patterns are the root of maintaining the strength of the ghost king, and the strength of the secret pattern directly affects the number of times the ghost king resists the heavenly tribulation.

These secret patterns can not only be condensed by evil ghosts, but ordinary people can also rely on their comprehension to gather the same secret patterns on their bodies while obtaining the entire secret pattern.

Although the old man didn't look down on these mutilated secret patterns, for Chen Ping, being able to master a secret pattern before he started his cultivation was indescribably helpful to himself, at least after initially mastering the power of the secret pattern, it was enough to be fearless of ordinary imps.

Chen Ping's brows furrowed slightly, his fingers kept kneading the corners of his forehead, the erosion of the demon's thoughts made his head swell slightly, and it would take a few seconds to completely recover when he heard the old man's voice.

"Is it so mysterious?"

In the center of Chen Ping's line of sight with the Ghost King, the envoy of the underworld slowly raised his head, and the six red ring scars were as smooth as a mirror.

"Mandala, Rank Ninety-Seventh, Hanging Knife"

As if feeling Chen Ping's gaze, he turned his head with a hanging knife, and there was a smile between his delicate eyebrows.

The slightly immature face is clean and fair, under the long eyelashes is a pair of slightly Buddha-like eyes, even the plain smile is also full of bookish atmosphere, no matter how you look at it, anyone will praise it, this boy is so handsome.

It was on the face of such a boy full of aura, a scar from the forehead across the nasal peak to the ear that destroyed his perfect appearance, and from his hideous wound, you can imagine how powerful the murderous aura and power of the knife that slashed at him, even so, the boy still smiled as if he didn't care.

The clear eyes looked directly at Chen Ping, as if he was inquiring and more like saying hello.

"How can it be so familiar?"

Eyes and hanging knife opposite, Chen Ping's heart suddenly opened, a burst of pain and anger slowly rose in his heart, obviously it was the first time to meet, but he was like seeing a long-lost brother, a little happy but slightly apprehensive, when his eyes swept over the scar, he felt a sadness for no reason.

"Long time no see, Chen Ping. ”

Raising the knife lightly, the half-draped robe was as red as fire, fluttering in the wind like a flamingo.

The bare-chested and breast-baring half of the arm was embroidered with the tattoo of the most evil ghost, and the red light passed from the arm to the long knife along the black ink tattoo.

It was as plain and casual as flipping a book, the long knife waved, and the hanging knife that was clearly greeting Chen Ping directly split the ghost king who secretly flew behind him into two pieces.

The ghost king who landed on the ground stared at the bright yellow eyes as if he couldn't believe it, and the secret pattern on his body was destroyed before he could fully exert his soul.

Eight Hundred Souls? Isn't this scientific?

The Ghost King slowly fell to the ground, after all, he was a demon who could only hold a gun and bully the weak, and he did not release the power of the secret pattern perfectly at all, otherwise even if the Hanging Sword had the strength of eight hundred souls, the Ghost King would not be cut down so easily.

After the fall of the ghost king, who was originally acting as a vanguard, the demons who were ready to launch a siege when the hanging sword revealed its flaws were slightly stunned, and after a little hesitation, they instantly retreated as if they had a heart.

Just kidding, not only does this guy have the strength of six hundred souls, but also the secret pattern that is difficult for ordinary evil ghosts to obtain, and such a strong strength can't withstand the knife of the underworld envoy on the other side, and we still keep it to deliver food?

A smile rose at the corner of the hanging knife's mouth, and the fingers hidden under the robe suddenly clenched, and dozens of black shadows jumped out of the dark purple mandala flowers, and the sword was as bright as ink, killing all the fleeing demons.

Who exactly is this trap for?

The old man was a little puzzled, but at this time, Chen Ping, who was at a loss, felt a little dreamy, and he could clearly feel that he had a long past with the messenger of the underworld in front of him, but he had no sense of familiarity, but he had no memory of the other party.

"Do you know me?" Chen Ping asked tentatively towards the Hanging Knife.

The hanging knife still wiped the blood stains that did not exist on the knife with a smile on his face, as if he had some remembrance, sighed lightly, his good-looking eyebrows and eyes wrinkled slightly, and he just replied to the question:

"This time I just happened to be on duty in this area, wait for tomorrow morning, you'd better ask Chen Mo for a self-defense talisman, besides, this place can not stay as much as possible, you are a newcomer who doesn't know anything, and if you stay, it will only end up the same as the previous deacons." ”

"Well, what do you mean?"

"Oh, don't... ”

A trace of doubt flashed in Chen Ping's eyes, but more of it was eagerness and anxiety, the whole person leaned out of the windowsill, and his far-reaching hands seemed to want to try his best to hold the hanging knife, although he wanted to speak and stopped, but Chen Ping could clearly see a trace of clarity in the eyes of the hanging knife that was about to leave.

He understood what he meant, but he still turned back, did he not want to talk to himself more or because there was something he couldn't say?

I don't know what the reason is, from the moment he saw the Hanging Knife, Chen Ping seemed to have a heart with the other party, and he could even feel the other party's thoughts slightly, believing that there was the same feeling as him in the heart of the Hanging Knife. Therefore, the hanging knife opened slightly to his lips at the moment of turning back, and seemed to spit out two words: cherish

"Hanging the knife, the flowers bloom in a thought, the city is full of hanging knives, who are you, and why did you change your name to the hanging knife?"

The figure of the hanging knife slowly disappeared into the darkness, but Chen Ping was indeed like being struck by lightning, and the whole person stood in place, even ignoring the old man patting his shoulder.

There seemed to be a heavy iron door slowly opening in his mind, Chen Ping clearly did not have any memory of the hanging knife, but at this moment, he could vaguely feel a lot of things, and even a familiar scene flashed in his mind.

The two raised their glasses and drank each other, and the immature teenager took a sip of the wine glass, but was choked by the spicy wine and coughed repeatedly.

At that time, the boy's name did not carry a knife, let alone a surname.

Why do I know so well? It seems to be because ... He took his name himself?

The corners of Chen Ping's mouth raised a smile, and he subconsciously raised his hand and stretched it into the air as if he was stroking the top of the boy's head.

"I'm like, remembered... ”