"Help me. Looking at the dark giant sword with eyes that were no longer in focus, Wu Ming muttered, his hand slowly raised, stretched out in the direction of the giant sword, and said unconsciously again: "Help me, I can't die." ”

Although the Twin Sword Monk was seriously injured, his consciousness was still quite clear, and when he saw the appearance of this guy in front of him, it was a little ridiculous, and he was dying, and he actually thought about letting a sword save him, could it be that this sword was yours?

However, the next scene made his eyes widen in shock, and in Wu Ming's gentle call, the black sword began to tremble slowly, and the amplitude became larger and larger, and the eight chains that bound the sword also shook together, and the spear-wielding monk and crossbow-wielding monk who were fighting also stopped, observing what was happening in the room.

Suddenly, a crack broke through the black sword body, and a black light flew out and fell into Wu Ming's body.

At the same time, in the unknown place of the vast universe, there is an eternal and immortal chaotic land, in which there are hundreds of coffins of different shapes densely placed, when the black giant sword breaks a gap, hundreds of coffins shake in unison, and the voices of old people sound from the coffins.

"Who is it that broke the seal of that sword!"

"Is the catastrophe of tens of thousands of years ago going to be repeated?"

"Where is the emperor, didn't the seal of the sword keep him in custody all the time, why was someone break a seal?"

"That's right, where is the emperor, the seal of the sword is loose, shouldn't he give us an explanation?"

"Emperor's ......"

......

At first, the voices who were angry that the seal was broken, and gradually began to shout the emperor in their mouths, only to see that in the chaos, someone tore open the space and stepped out, this person was wearing a yellow robe, with a nine-clawed golden dragon ornament on it, and a long black hair shawl, but he couldn't see what his face was, he was nine feet tall and his aura was extraordinary.

As soon as this person stepped into this chaos, he pressed down with one hand, and the coffin immediately stopped shaking, and those old voices were also paused, and only when the scene was quiet did the man speak, his voice was mellow and powerful, but it was not magnetic: "My emperor is doing things, and it is not your turn to talk about the half-dead old guys, you better save some effort and consider how to live longer." ”

"Emperor, how dare you talk to us like this, don't forget, it is we who have made you who you are now!"

"Emperor, you have seen the power of that sword, if the seal is lifted, it will be ruined, you can't mess around!"

......

The old voice rose again one by one, but it was no longer as domineering as it was at the beginning, and there was even some longing in his words.

It's just that their thirst is only exchanged for a sneer: "You are really blinded by the dust of 10,000 years, your brains and guts, hehe, I don't bother to talk about my plan with people like you."

You can sleep peacefully, no one will bother you here, until you are all dry bones, don't talk nonsense, I have my own arrangement, you have made me good, but without me, you don't even have a chance to survive.

You are afraid of the sword, just as you are afraid of the man, but the man is defeated in my hands, let alone a sword. ”

The void in front of the Emperor twisted, and he only took a single step, and his figure disappeared from the chaos.

The emperor was gone, and there was only a dead silence left in the chaos, and it was a long time before a sigh sounded leisurely.

In the Fog Hidden Mountain Range, in the strange room, Wu Ming's body was already exhausted, but because of the black light entering the body, the injuries on his body began to recover quickly, Wu Ming's eyes slowly opened, and he reached out to pull out the feather arrow on his shoulder and the already torn clothes on his body.

Wu Ming stood up, the strange red pattern on his arm spread rapidly, and after a while, it covered his entire body, and even his hair turned blood red, and the other two people probably didn't feel it yet, they just thought it was a strange pattern.

However, the closest Twin Knife Monk could clearly see the patterns on the other party's body, like a parasite with tentacles spreading on Wu Ming's body, especially on his arms, where those patterns appeared, it was as shocking as a bloodshot eyeball.

Even if his calves are gone, he still uses his hands to support his body and leave as soon as possible, such a strange human, he doesn't want to make more contact for a second.

It's a pity that he didn't leave far, Wu Ming made a move, but in an instant, his head left from his neck, it's not that Wu Ming's current strength has become perverted, it's just that the Twin Sword Monk is seriously injured and can't hide at all.

Holding the head of the Twin Sword Monk in his hand, Wu Ming looked up at the two people on the other side, if it was the two people in peak state, with the help of the machine spirit, it might be a little tricky, but they were so seriously injured that they were not worth mentioning at all.

The real strength didn't have to be used, the two of them died in the hands of Wu Ming, in the room, I saw the first eight people, and now there are seven lying on the ground, the pattern on Wu Ming's body gradually faded, and it shrank back into a strange pattern on the arm, but this pattern has grown a little more, and it looks like an eye.

When everything was settled, a faint light emanated from the foreheads of the eight statues, gradually converging into transparent figures, fluctuating, as if a gust of wind blew through, all of which could blow them away, and the clothes on their bodies were the same as those on the statues, but their faces seemed to be shrouded in a layer of smoke, and they couldn't see clearly.

"Child, I don't know whether to congratulate you or sympathize with you, you have become the only one of the eight candidates to survive, we have not much time left, and we will not explain so many reasons to you, and you will always understand on the road ahead.

This sword is a magic sword that has created countless killings, tens of thousands of years ago, countless powers joined forces to seal it, and every thousand years in the future, it will be necessary for newcomers to reseal him at the cost of their lives, and the predecessors left eight artifacts to find candidates to seal the magic sword.

And we, the people who were chosen as seals in the previous generation, have been waiting here for thousands of years, even in order to wait for your appearance, this world needs you to protect it. ”

Among the eight illusory figures, the one at the head was the long-robed Confucian scholar, his words were plain but the words hit Wu Ming's heart, and the heavy task of saving the world actually fell on his shoulders, no matter how he listened to it, there was an unreal feeling.