Apophis was fortunate to have seen the purest power of this universe.

But he is also unlucky, because he has been so frightened that he can't resist Xiu Zhe at all.

"Let's go, Apophis knows where the ghost is hiding." Xiu Zhe put the Meteormeteor Knife into its scabbard and put it in a storage bag, and Apophis, who was floating in the air, fell to Xiu Zhe's feet knowingly.

"Is he really wise?" Yong Shili was surprised.

"He's smart." Xiu Zhe raised his foot and stepped on the wide sword body and slowly flew up in the direction of the ghosts and gods hidden in the depths of the Screaming Cave, and Yong Shili and the others also kept up with the speed when they saw this.

This harvest has made Xiu Zhe very satisfied, even if he can't subdue that ghost god for the time being, it won't make him feel frustrated, and it is enough to subdue a magic sword on this trip.

After Apophis confessed to the lord and surrendered, Xiu Zhe also learned everything about him, Apophis was indeed not made of mortal iron, but a divine weapon born by absorbing the huge evil aura in the universe in response to the way of heaven and earth.

This is also worthy of Xiu Zhe, although a person of the level of the Four Sword Saints can also defeat Apophis, but they can't control him at all, except for Xiu Zhe, anyone who forcibly uses Apophis will be attacked by the evil aura and gradually become a sword slave.

As for when he became Apophis' sword slave, it depends on his personal strength and the length of time he has been used, but he will never escape the fate of becoming a sword slave.

Xiu Zhe even had a feeling that the magic sword Apophis was born because of himself, and he would one day become one of his swords, and this strange feeling lingered in his mind as soon as it was formed.

While Xiu Zhe was carefully comprehending the help brought by the magic sword Apophis and heading into the depths of the Cave of Sorrow to find the unknown ghost, at the end of the Arad continent, a man with gray temples was standing by the window looking at the sky in a towering black tower.

The man's age is unpredictable, looking at his gray hair and inconspicuous folds on his face, he looks like a man who is about to enter old age, but his eyes as sharp as an eagle and his straight body do not look like the momentum of an old man.

The man caressed the unpretentious hilt of the sword at his waist, and unlike ordinary swordsmen, this man wore all kinds of swords, but he seemed to love the sword in the scabbard at his waist, and even the friction was as gentle as caressing his lover's skin.

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him, and a gleam flashed in the man's eyes, and he slowly withdrew his gaze from the window and turned his head.

"Time flies very slowly here..."The man's voice was magnetic and majestic, and as he spoke, the sky outside the window was already imperceptibly dyed red by the sunset, and in the blink of an eye, the night gradually fell.

However, in this towering black tower, it is dark day and night, as if you are in hell, and you don't feel any warmth.

Here, time moves slowly as if it were shackled under heavy shackles. If it weren't for the erosion of loneliness, perhaps the people in the tower would have forgotten the passage of time.

The man felt that his instincts were also starting to become a little dull, and in the face of the swordsman's forced gaze, the woman behaved very calmly: "Maybe it's like what you said." But here, you can have much more

Spend more time cultivating. ”

"Indeed." The man said and lowered his head slightly, looking at the large and small scars on his bare arms, which were evidence of his hard work day and night.

The man's eyes were resolute and persistent, as if to tell the comer that he would not miss an opportunity. Being stared at like prey by the person in front of him, someone else might have looked away a long time ago, but the woman still looked at him calmly.

After a moment of silence, the man finally couldn't help but speak first: "You once said that you wanted me to wait here until the day when I fought that person, right?" ”

"Yes." The woman's voice couldn't hear any emotion, but the man said nonchalantly, "If I cultivate here for two thousand years, what level do you think I can reach that person?" Can my sword touch that person? ”

"Probably not."

"You say it's not okay yet? Although he was denied by the woman in front of him, the man's heart was very excited, he was already at the peak of the Arad continent, how many people could be qualified to fight with him in the entire continent?

And now, after two thousand years of cultivation, the sword in his hand still can't touch that man? But he also knew that the woman in front of him did not exaggerate in the slightest.

That man does represent the strongest, no, maybe the word strongest is not enough to describe it, that man represents only two words - invincible.

"I'm looking forward to a duel with that guy even now, someone who can't even touch my sword of Sodros... It's exciting just to think about! Although my current strength is not enough, I believe that as long as I cultivate in this Tower of Despair for two thousand years, my sword will definitely be able to touch that person! ”

Sodros, the strongest sword god who has disappeared from the eyes of the world, has now appeared in this black tower, and the only person who knows his whereabouts is to enter this Liang Yue called the 'Tower of Despair' with him.

"Before you fight that man, you may still have a few more challengers to enter the Tower of Despair, I decided to let Liang Yue guard the ninety-sixth floor of this tower, and you will guard the top hundred floors of the tower, how about it?" The dark-purple-haired woman with a three-foot staff asked softly.

Sodros's eyes flashed with a glint of astonishment, "You want to make the Tower of Despair visible to the world?" Could it be that Herder has already picked up the pace? ”

The woman sighed lightly, and only when she heard the name Helde did she have a slight change in expression.

Seeing that the woman didn't answer, Sodros also knew the answer, "I'll guard the ninety-sixth floor, and let that kid from Liang Yue guard the hundredth floor." ”

The woman smiled and said, "If you stay on the ninety-sixth floor, won't the guardians of the last four layers be bored to death?" ”

"Two children will definitely come, it is a little selfish on my part. Liang Yue's kid is a genius who can definitely surpass me, I don't want to see him affected by other influences, that won't be good for his way. Sodros said and disappeared from the woman's face.

In the huge cultivation room, only the purple-haired woman was left, and after a while, she sighed again and muttered, "Xiu Zhe and Yong Shili?" Herder... Have you ever thought that the chess pieces you have spent thousands of years cultivating will be out of your control? ”

At this time, I am sad

Xiu Zhe, who was flying with the magic sword in the Ming Cave, sneezed and rubbed his nose a little puzzled, how could he sneeze for no reason with his current strength?

Paris, who has recovered almost enough to use her own qi to fly, smiled maliciously: "When you think about it, you scold and catch a cold, I guess which little girl who was deceived by you is thinking about you, right?" ”

Yong Shili's silver-blue eyebrows were also lightly raised when she heard this, Xiu Zhe saw Yong Shili's reaction and couldn't wait to turn around and tear Paris's mouth apart now, why didn't this guy open which pot to mention?

Looking at Yong Shili's suspicious eyes, Xiu Zhe coughed dryly and said: "That's all folk metaphysics, it's not valid, besides, who can like a villain like me except you and Shalan?" ”

"Humph!" Yong Shili turned his head and no longer looked at Xiu Zhe, and Xiu Zhe also shouted injustice in his heart, but he had no choice but to touch his nose and scratch Paris fiercely, the warning in his eyes was obvious.

Paris folded her hands and stuck out her tongue, looking embarrassed, but her heart was already happy, as if teasing Xiu Zhe was something that made her very happy.

A few people also came to the depths of the Sorrowful Cave, and the deeper they went into this Sorrowful Cave, the heavier the yin qi enveloped the Sorrowful Cave, and even the five of them couldn't even see the sunlight.

Although the cold qi did not blow everyone's cheeks like a knife like the yin wind in the wasteland, it was a soft erosive force, and its threat was no less than that of the yin wind.

The only one who feels comfortable is Xiu Zhe, and he even gives birth to a sense of security as if he is back home.

"It's very similar to the underworld, how can there be such a place in the real world?" Pu Ermeng's voice sounded in Xiu Zhe's heart, and a mournful wail came from Xiu Zhe's body, making this quiet and cold area even more permeable.

Even Xiu Zhe couldn't answer Purmont's question, but if his guess was correct, the environment here should have something to do with Shylock or the unknown ghost.

But just as Xiu Zhe was thinking about it, countless purple resentful spirits rushed towards everyone while letting out a terrible wail.

Paris opened her mouth wide, it was reasonable that the wraiths could not be seen with the naked eye, but she saw millions of wraiths.

This amount made Xiu Zhe feel slightly shocked in his heart, and these resentful spirits didn't seem to have any fear of him, you must know that Xiu Zhe, who now has seven ghosts and gods, is simply the nemesis of the resentful spirits, as long as the resentful spirits with a little intelligence see him, they will use their strength to run for their lives, instead of rushing towards the group like crazy like now.

"Things are weird, be careful of being taken away." Xiu Zhe raised his ghost hand, and the rune belonging to the Karlo of the Flame of Darkness shone slightly, and Carlo with a strange mask poured out of the rune.

Carlo, who was completely composed of black flames with a slender body, grinned, and a black flame sword about one meter long appeared in front of Carlo out of thin air, and at the same time, Carlo's hand with extremely long and even somewhat curved nails was held on the hilt of the sword and waved lightly, and a wall of flames with a length and width of kilometers and completely composed of black dark fire appeared in front of everyone.

The resentful spirits that rushed first were burned into nothingness without even screaming the moment they came into contact with the black flames, leaving only a wisp of pure soul to dissipate between heaven and earth and return to the underworld.