Coming to an open field, Mu Sheng stopped.

"Which volume did you choose?" the tone of the woman's voice sounded much smoother, but still a little strange.

Sui Musheng did not speak.

The woman thought he had acquiesced, and nodded, "Let's do a ghost summoning spell first, I'll see." ”

The ghost summoning technique is the most basic spell recorded in the fire devil book, and the magic is remembered by Mu Sheng, but he has never used it.

After thinking about it, he followed the law, and suddenly a headache hit, so Mu Sheng stopped in shock, and there was a slight cloud rising in the place where the ghost should have appeared, and then nothing appeared.

The woman nodded, there was no expression on her cheeks covered by the black veil, "Ten years like this, then you should die." ”

I didn't see her casting a spell, but I saw a demon suddenly burst out in front of the woman, how tall the two of them were, covered in black robes, with slender fingers and no flesh, holding the Death Scythe and slashing at Sui Musheng.

Sui Musheng didn't dodge at all, swung his sword forward, and the moment the sickle and long sword touched, with a bang, the blade of the sickle was knocked out.

The evil ghost was holding the bare sickle in a daze, so Mu Sheng turned around and slashed the evil ghost in half with a sword.

"What kind of sword is this?" the woman asked, as if shaken.

Sui Musheng couldn't think of any name for a while, just thinking that the essence of the red iron was dissolved by the dragon scales in the obscure dragon pool, and said casually, "The obscure dragon sword!"

The woman nodded, "Still, I have to die!"

With a wave of his hand, dozens of heavily armored ghost knights appeared around Sui Musheng, or knives or spears or swords or halberds, surrounding Sui Musheng.

Then Mu Sheng took a deep breath, stood in front of his eyes with his two fingers, closed his eyes, and when he opened them slowly, a bloody red light radiated from his pupils.

The second part of the formula, which stimulates the heart with true qi and accelerates its beating, makes the blood around the body stir and explode its potential, and reveals the color of the blood at the pupils.

"Blood Pupil!"

Then Mu Sheng shouted loudly, and dozens of ghost knights attacked, regardless of swords, guns, swords, halberds, and all of them split the ghost and the horse in half.

Although this obscure dragon sword has no spiritual power, it is powerful and heavy, sharpening iron like clay, and it is all taken by it in the field for a while.

A whirlwind slashed over the two ghost knights, and then Mu Sheng turned against the guest and attacked the woman with a sword.

The woman frowned, stretched forward with one palm, and a bloody giant ghost hand grabbed at Sui Musheng.

The five fingers were closed, and at the moment when he grabbed Sui Musheng, he saw Sui Musheng's figure shake for a moment, and then disappeared. The woman was startled, and suddenly the cold sword blade had already approached her.

The long sword ran through, and the woman disappeared in a daze, so Mu Sheng was taken aback, and a sword pierced the air, only stabbing the black robe on the woman's body to the ground.

Not far away, the woman appeared, very angry, without the cover of the black robe, her white arms, slender thighs were exposed, her waist was enlarged, although she couldn't see her face, she was definitely a first-class beauty.

It's just that Mu Sheng was in no mood to look at this, so he saw the woman raise her hand with one hand, "Shura Prison!"

Then several stone pillars suddenly rose around Musheng, and the pillars were nailed with terrifying unjust ghosts, and the scene was very bloody, so Musheng was on guard.

Suddenly, these wild ghosts wailed loudly, shocking their minds, and then Mu Sheng suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and the mourning was all over the field, and his limbs trembled and did not obey the call, and he fell to his knees on the ground.

Suddenly, the woman stretched out her hand and wiped it, and the stone pillar and the unjust soul were all gone, leaving only Sui Musheng, who was kneeling on the ground and trembling.

"You won. Then Musheng gritted his teeth and said, trying to stop his trembling body, but his body didn't know what kind of technique he had hit, and he still shook and didn't listen.

The woman didn't speak, so Mu Sheng's black robe stabbed on the ground gradually rose, flew towards the woman, and draped it over her shoulders.

"You're qualified. The woman said quietly.

"From today on, you will be dispatched by me for three years, and after three years, you will be at your own convenience, I don't know if you are willing?"

So Mu Sheng stopped shaking and insisted on standing up, "Yes, you saved my life ten years ago, I should listen to your orders, but when I redeem my life, I will leave on my own." ”

"Where are you going?"

"Xianyuan Pavilion, take revenge!"

The woman nodded rarely, "You can tell me your name." ”

"The revenge has not been avenged, and it does not deserve a name!" Sui Musheng said coldly.

The woman didn't have any expression, "Early tomorrow morning, the enchantment will be dissolved, and I will take you to a place." After saying that, he disappeared into the darkness.

When I returned to the cave, my body was a little weak, and I was about to leave the place where I had lived for ten years, and I felt a little nostalgic.

Lighting the blast furnace for the last time, Mu Sheng created the last two things, one was the scabbard of the Dragon Sword and the other was a mask for himself.

After building these two things, Mu Sheng was a little distracted, and suddenly remembered one more thing, so he strode to the hole where the hares were raised, destroyed the fence at the entrance of the hole, and watched the hares scatter and flee, and his mood was slightly relieved.

I just felt that the moonlight tonight was a little different, and the mood was a little different, as if I hadn't played the flute for a long time, so Mu Sheng took the flute and came to the side of the dark dragon pool.

The soft light of the full moon reflects a pool of coolness, as if it was the same many years ago, the moonlight and you and me, you and me and the moonlight.

With a flute to lift her breath, Mu Yue Lanxin, once playful and ambiguous, warm as water, but now it is like a cutting blade, tears like rain.

I choked with sobs and couldn't blow anymore.

Standing with his flute down, Mu Sheng was silent for a moment, sighed, and walked towards a tree next to him.

The tree is no different, with intertwined roots and lush foliage.

When he came to the tree, he rolled up his sleeves and began to dig a hole.

When digging to a depth of more than half a foot, there was a sudden movement under the soil, so Mu Sheng was stunned for a moment, and his movements slowed down a little.

Without paying attention, a black snake suddenly sprang out of the soil and bit Sui Musheng's left hand with lightning speed.

It's just that Mu Sheng didn't panic, and at the moment when the black snake opened its mouth and bit its finger with its fangs, Sui Mu Sheng's finger suddenly shook.

In the next moment, the black snake's fangs had been controlled by Sui Musheng in his hands.

With a slight force, it seemed that a crisp sound was heard, and the fangs were broken into two pieces, so Mu Sheng's face was calm, and with a flick of his hand, the black snake curled up and disappeared into the grass.

Finally, a pit was dug in front of the tree, the flute was wrapped in silk, and buried in the pit. Set up a stone tablet here, and write a few words on it——

"The Tomb of Mu Sheng"

Silently put on the mask.