The sword blade transformed by the black brilliance was exactly the same as the sword life he had back then.

Isn't this a kind of longing? He is thinking about the swords of the past, and he is also thinking about the lost youth. How long is 2.4 million years? Compared to what Wei Jiu experienced in the Flood Desolate Continent, it was not a grade at all, and the suffering endured by the Ten Thousand Nights God King was indeed far beyond the reach of people.

Li Jiuyue in the past, how could she not be a golden iron horse, wanton in her life?

The canonization of the throne of the god king is not glorious to him at all, it is a prison, a cage that imprisons him. And the simple word God King was at the cost of his body, although he got the entire God Clan, he also completely lost himself.

It wasn't a good deal, at least for the Ten Thousand Nights God King.

God, like man, has desires, goals, and dreams.

Some gods want to make achievements, some gods want endless wealth, and some gods need that piece of land and beauty. But Li Jiuyue is different, since he got the praise of "the gods are like a long night", he knows very well that what he needs is a kind of glory.

It was a kind of glory that was above his achievements, and that kind of glory was worth his life pursuing.

Just like the previous god king, in Li Jiuyue's eyes, he was a failure, at least what he could do was only to let the gods of the world remember him. But what if it is hundreds of millions of years later? If it is replaced by countless eras and civilizations, will there still be his name?

The answer is unknown, after all, the future is too far away, and no one knows whether the achievements he has achieved can be called unprecedented.

The Protoss who fell into this Secret Realm was already on the verge of collapse, and it could be said that the overlord of the era of the past could be completely destroyed at any time.

In this case, he didn't feel a sense of accomplishment, but he was unconsciously a little afraid. If in the future, when someone mentions this period of history, they all say that the Protoss perished in his hands, what kind of humiliation should it be?

Li Jiuyue didn't dare to continue thinking about it, since he wanted to surpass the previous god king, he had to prove himself with his own actions, just calling the king and emperor among the god clans, it was not enough. In the hands of those great people outside the heavens, God can be said to have suffered many setbacks, and if this situation can be reversed, what kind of achievement will it be?

So from the moment he snatched the Emperor Heavenly Seal, what he wanted was a killing of the Rongma Frontier.

Only by virtue of his cultivation and the power of the Emperor's Seal can he lead the Protoss to get rid of the control of the Outer Heavens. It's a pity that he still miscalculated after all, and he saved the emperor's seal, but the cultivation of the whole body was still dissipated after all.

In the past, the god king of ten thousand nights descended on a horse, pulled a bow, and was happy to take revenge and bloody on the battlefield.

But looking at his current appearance, he is so unrecognizable, how can he still have half of what he once was? From the moment he took control of the Protoss, perhaps the high-spirited young man in the past has completely disappeared.

The years have passed, and the past that cannot be returned is really heart-wrenching and emotional.

.......

The moment the power of faith turned into a sword, Wei Jiu felt a terrifying sense of threat, as if as long as he was touched by the black sword, he would be catastrophic in an instant.

But this battle has just begun, and he can't afford to lose yet, not to mention, he also has a reason why he must persevere. Since the Ten Thousand Nights God King had given him a chance to fight fairly, no matter what, he couldn't let the passage to the seventh layer be destroyed in front of him.

With a swing of the Void Heaven Qianyuan Sword, Wei Jiu shouted coldly, "Oracle Wind and Dust Waltz!"

As soon as he came up, he directly launched the Oracle Sword Technique, which was one of his several great skills, and there was no doubt about the degree of power. At that time, he was very serious, and perhaps only such seriousness could truly defeat the God King of Ten Thousand Nights.

Wei Jiu knew very well that the seemingly harmless God King of the Ten Thousand Nights, and the crippled appearance of the weak and wind-relenting were just a hypocritical mask that concealed people's ears and eyes. Hidden under that mask was a cruel and fierce face, and the pressure he brought to Wei Jiu was by no means weaker than that of those gods.

In the sky, countless sword shadows roared past, and then cut through cracks in the air.

In the cracks, dots of sword light poured out, intertwined with those sword shadows. With Wei Jiu's order, these sword rays and sword shadows rotated rapidly, and at the extreme speed, they formed a series of whirlpools that were connected with each other.

The center of the vortex pointed directly in the direction of the Ten Thousand Nights God King, that is, where the black sword was.

"The original form of my sword is called Hanging Ink!" "The Ten Thousand Nights God King laughed coldly, "No one knows where it came from, not even my master... But it is indeed very strong, and what is contained in this hanging ink is a power that is enough to destroy this world!"

"Hanging ink?" Wei Jiu was stunned for a moment, and repeated the name curiously, with an inexplicable feeling of familiarity in his heart.

The Ten Thousand Nights God King laughed at himself helplessly, "In the Ragnarok back then, all the divine cores were in vain, but I forcibly kept the imperial seal... They actually wanted me to hand over the imperial seal for free, but did they ever know how much I had paid for that divine core? What was the loss of all my body's cripples and cultivation? The saddest thing was that the sword that had been with me for countless years was also broken in the heavenly punishment!"

It turns out that the story of the year is like this.

If you think about it carefully, it's no wonder that heavenly punishment can't be fought against by manpower in the first place. How could the Ten Thousand Nights God King resist the power of destruction that the entire god could not resist?

Wei Jiu's natal weapon is the Void Heaven Qianyuan Sword. As a fellow Edgeworth, he knew very well what the saber meant to a swordsman.

It wasn't just a magic weapon at all, it was more like a companion who followed him and accompanied him into battle to kill the enemy. Whether it is joy, loneliness, sorrow, or fear, in all the time of a swordsman, the sword will always accompany him the longest.

In fact, it's not just swordsmen, but also many people who are obsessed.

For example, the four emperors of the Huaxia Kingdom back then, before they died, they would attach their last consciousness to their magic weapons. For example, there were once people who forged swords with blood, melted pianos with their hearts, and even more, fused their souls and magic weapons into one, which could not be separated.

Probably this is an obsession, and once those magic weapons that are attached to the obsession are destroyed, it is almost equivalent to taking most of the master's life.

It's no wonder that the Ten Thousand Nights God King is so nostalgic for that memory of the past, because the one who once accompanied him has long been lost at this moment. It was precisely because of this that he could only use the power of faith to re-smelt another handful of hanging ink.

It's just that this hanging ink has an empty heart, but it doesn't have half of the charm of the year.

......

The Hanging Ink Sword swung slightly, and a terrifying coercion bloomed in mid-air.

The black brilliance flowed out little by little from the tip of the sword, directly into the wind and dust waltz. An unexpected scene appeared, the sword rays and sword shadows of the waltz failed to swallow these black brilliance at all, but let him slowly blend into it.

These black brilliances are like a fluid, not sturdy, but extremely flexible.

Infiltrating the waltz, they wander wildly, one after another, merging with each other, and then threatening these swords and shadows. In an instant, there was already a firelight in the sky, and countless bursts and fluctuations followed this firelight to instantly sweep the audience.

Wei Jiu's face changed dramatically in an instant, and his figure followed closely, quickly retreating.

Although he knew the power of the Ten Thousand Nights God King, he didn't expect that he would be able to use these so-called power of faith to such an extent. At this moment, his face has already changed greatly, and after this round of contact, the wind and dust waltz has collapsed.

And the Hanging Ink Sword, after defeating the Wind and Dust Waltz, was even more magnificent, directly attacking in the direction of Wei Jiu.

......

"Brother Jiu, be careful!" the martial wolf on the side hurriedly shouted.

Even Han Shilang also took a step forward, and wanted to make a move to defuse this wave of attacks for Wei Jiu. When he was the god of death of the Hades, he had heard of the reputation of the God King of Ten Thousand Nights for a long time, and he naturally didn't dare to relax in his heart, and he waited for him from the beginning.

His guess was indeed correct, although Wei Jiu was very strong, when it came to tactics and conspiracy, he was not the opponent of the Ten Thousand Nights God King at all.

All of this seems to be in the plan of the Ten Thousand Nights God King, including Han Shiro's actions at this time. I saw a glimmer of light flash in the eyes of the Ten Thousand Nights God King, looking at Han Shilang, the little black power of faith had been condensed a little, just waiting for Han Shilang's action.

Wei Jiu came from the outer heavens, and the Ten Thousand Nights God King didn't have the confidence to defeat easily, but he didn't face Han Shilang.

In the final analysis, Han Shilang is just the emperor of the underworld, and there is no difference between him and skeletons. When it comes to conspiracy theories, the Ten Thousand Nights God King didn't take him to heart at all, and under all calculations, the Ten Thousand Nights God King is confident that as long as he dares to act rashly and break into his plan, he will definitely be able to kill him with one blow.

It turned out that the guess of the Ten Thousand Nights God King was indeed correct, although this Han Shiro smelled the smell of conspiracy. But as the so-called concern is chaos, how can you think so much at this time? The body shook, and he blocked directly in front of Wei Jiu.

The black scythe was in his hand, no different from the legendary Grim Reaper, who harvested his life. Strings of white skulls rested on the ground, they were all trophies of the past, and the name of the Grim Reaper was indeed worthy of its name.

At the moment when he was about to stand up, Wei Jiu moved, and suddenly stretched out his hand to stop his body.

Then I saw Wei Jiu's palm raised, and the Void Heaven Qianyuan Sword returned to his hand again, and a cold light shot out of Wei Jiu's eyes. I only heard Wei Jiu say coldly, "This is my grudge with him, since it is a gentleman's agreement, let me and him complete it, you must not interfere!"