The smoke in the air gradually cleared, and a thin figure in the distance swept through the darkness as fast as lightning.

The figure leaped forward, as fast as lightning, leaving a faint glow behind it. Mu Eighteen was shocked in his heart, and without thinking much about it, he stabbed it with a sword, and the figure pinched the tip of the wooden sword like a ghost. With a twist of force, a strange power came, Mu Eighteen's wrist couldn't help but loosen, and the wooden sword was effortlessly snatched away by it, and put it under his nose to smell it.

He threw him on the ground behind him with a bang.

The giant sword above still shone brightly, and the red blood under the pool faded a little ripple under the light.

Smelling close to Eighteen, he slurred his words: "It's been a long time since I've seen and smelled a human smell." "There are no further threats.

Mu Eighteen clenched his hands into fists and looked at the other party carefully, his thin body, skin wrapped in bones. His feet and legs were as thin as wheat straw, wrinkled with a thin skin attached to his face, his eyes were hollow and his eyes were blurred, and his ears were erected on either side of his head, which were different from those of humans.

There are a few sparse yellow hairs on the little head, and a few strands of torn clothes hang on the body. Except for the ears that it looked, it was a shriveled little old man in the mortal world, and there was no food to eat in the cave, so it was not clear whether he was hungry or lonely. Behind it lies a strange little yellow dog squinting at its feet, not knowing whether it is life or death.

In this world, Mu Eighteen is the same to the demons and the immortals in his eyes, and this little old man doesn't seem to have any malice. Maybe I've been in the cave for a long time, and I have a little affection for Mu Eighteen.

Mu Eighteen couldn't help asking, "I don't know if you are?"

The little old man's dry fingers pointed at his nose, his expression was a little dazed, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Are you talking to me?"

Mu 18 looked around and said, "It seems that you are the only one here, and I can only talk to you." ”

"Oh, that's too!" the little old man thought, and said with a somewhat frantic expression, "Aren't I just the one who made a big fuss five hundred years ago...... Oh no, that's not me?"

"Do you know where this is, I can't remember who I am?" the little old man babbled, his eyes blank.

"A friend of mine, Monk Ming, once said that this place should be the Demon Suppression Mountain, right?" Mu Eighteen replied without knowing it.

The little old man suddenly laughed wildly and was a little proud, and said coldly: "Then I must be a demon who kills people without blinking, I can eat you." The expression suddenly changed, the wind was overcast, the red light was more colorful, and the atmosphere seemed to be even more eerie, and even the flowing air seemed to be stagnant.

Mu Eighteen felt that the atmosphere was abnormal, his heart jumped slightly, and he immediately returned to normal, this kind of feeling he had never encountered before, whether it was a battle with fire, or fighting to the death with Mingyu, or the nine deaths just now. He was never afraid.

At this time, the pressure on this skinny little old man could shake his mood, and he couldn't help but take a step back and be on guard.

The little old man laughed out loud, and said with a gentle face: "I'm a good devil, I don't eat people, I don't eat people." "Suddenly, the air started to flow again, and the light was much warmer.

The little old man's chattering and self-talking appearance made Mu Shibai sympathetic and full of questions, who was this little old man, and why did he use such a big formation to trap him here.

The little old man suddenly asked, "How did you come here?" young man. Mu Eighteen hummed and said, "Coincidentally, I wanted to come here to find something to eat, but I didn't expect to be almost eaten by the demon beasts outside." ”

"Oh, I see, no wonder I heard the bustle of the little guys outside, but how did you get through this gate. The little old man pointed to the way where Mu Eighteen came from.

Mu Eighteen stretched out his hands and gestured to push the door and close the door, and said, "That's how I came in." ”

"That's it!" the little old man said with his eyes wide open and learning Mu Eighteen's movements, very disbelieving.

"Ah, that's right, but it's not too difficult to encounter some obstacles from the magic circle ahead. Mu Eighteen explained.

Silence, the little old man lowered his head and became silent, and after a moment he whispered: "Then I can also go out for a walk." ”

Without waiting for Mu Eighteen to reply, his figure was like a ghost, and the smell of blood filled the air.

At the beginning, the sound of metal collision was heard again, and the giant sword that fell on the top of the mountain, the white light was faintly shining, and the blood in the pool suddenly boiled, gurgling and bubbling, and the thick blood suddenly rose into waves, higher and higher, and slammed out undulating waves, revealing one red brilliance after another. Two red lines of blood shot out of it, and they flashed to the feet of the little old man.

Under his feet were chains, red liquid surging in the chains, and the metallic sound was originally coming from his chains, but because the light was too dim, Wood Eighteen didn't notice it.

The faint black shadow that was about to disappear was caught, and the little old man fell to the ground, with a heart-rending panic, the voice was as sharp as a dagger, stimulating the corridor, and the howl was poignant. The eyes were completely blood-red, like a stone standing there.

"Why do you do this, how long will you trap me? ”

The white light on the greatsword flashed, and only the helpless echo of his angry screams could be heard from the cave.

After a long time, he raised his head and looked at Mu Eighteen and said, "I forgot about it." Mu Eighteen didn't speak, and what brought him more shock was there. He stepped forward and comforted, "Can you think of another way to cut the chains?" ”

The little old man was afraid and said, "You reminded me." He reached out and grabbed the wooden sword that fell behind him, and grabbed his hand, and the wooden sword let out a soft roar, resisting the call that was not its owner.

A faint blue light flashed in the palm of the little old man's hand, and the soft sound of the wooden sword gradually disappeared, the little old man stopped the little old man from a trace of surprise on the wooden sword's face, and after a while, a sword slashed at the shackles on his feet.

The giant sword may have sensed something, the white light of the hilt was more abundant, the blood in the pool was even more boiling, the original blood-red chains emitted red smoke, the wooden sword and the chains slammed together, and there was a piercing impact sound with a "boom", and the sound was close to the eardrums, and the eardrums seemed to be shattered.

The wooden sword flew out upside down and stuck it on the rock on one side, and the old man's tiger mouth cracked, and a drop of blood seeped out and fell on the rock.

Mu Eighteen stretched out his hand to recall the wooden sword, and looked at the wooden sword distressedly, intact, without a trace of damage. The wooden sword was so hard that it was beyond Mu Eighteen's imagination.

After silence, after a continuous silence, the old man thought for a moment, and suddenly said to Mu Shiba: "Young man, how do you see this big sword, how about giving it to you?" Mu Shibai smiled bitterly and said: "The old man lifted me, I think I have a heart, I can take it?"

The little old man whispered: "It's not difficult, you just tear up the spell on the big sword." The little old man quietly pointed to the back of the wooden sword, and following the direction of the old man's finger, Mu Eighteen looked at the back of the giant sword and pasted a big yellow charm. I saw that the charm on the charm flashed a little golden, and the pen was vigorous and powerful, and it was natural.

A faint mist swirled around the spell, reaching the eyes of the person, and the pen was powerful, slamming with inviolable power and piercing the depths of the soul. Mu Eighteen's mind was blank, as if ten thousand arrows were shooting and penetrated deep into his heart and lungs.

That majestic breath suppressed Mu Eighteen breathlessly, lost in the illusory world between the lines of the spell words. With a "snap", someone gently patted his shoulder, and a killing aura poured into his heart, suppressing his stormy heart, and a voice sounded in his ears: "Don't look at it." ”

The greatsword emitted a mysterious glimmer and disappeared in a flash.

Mu Eighteen hurriedly closed his eyes, and exercised his mana to suppress his heart, only then did he dare to open his eyes, and smiled at the little old man and said gratefully: "Thank you, senior." ”

The little old man split his mouth, licked his yellow teeth with his pointed tongue and said, "It's okay, don't look at it, control your wooden sword, tear him off, and I'll deal with the rest." ”

Mu Eighteen was stunned for a moment, and left the old man three steps and said, "Old man, did you remember something, at least let me know who you are?"

The little old man said with disgust: "Can't you see, I'm a little goblin, and I'm a good goblin, this sword, but the divine sword that ten thousand people want, I'll give it to you." ”

Mu Eighteen's mouth tilted, and he said with a distrustful expression: "It's fake to send me a sword, is it true to save you out?"

The little old man loosened his shoulders and spread his hands and said: "This is not a contradiction, each has its own needs, and does not owe each other, you are happy, am I happy?"

"Your killing aura is so heavy, you are not an ordinary monster, such a powerful magic circle is built for you, who are you?"