Master Bo and the others watched Dongfang Wuji's life hanging by a thread, and they were in danger, so they all watched coldly and did not attack the ghost king. They are like people who stay out of the matter, watching Dongfang Wuji go through the most difficult and terrible trials and tests, everything depends on Dongfang Wuji's own efforts, if they fail, they will only die.

At this time, the master had an angry face, and his eyes wanted to spew flames, as if he didn't care about Dongfang Wuji's life and death, and reprimanded: "Useless waste! The ghost king has experienced a hundred battles, his combat power is strong, he galloped on the battlefield with a ghost head knife and slashed countless enemy heads, the sword body has already gathered countless yin soul power, and has become a demon knife monster, why don't you know how to be self-righteous, thinking that your sword can compete with the ghost head demon knife? Although you have a certain amount of mana, your sword can kill ordinary ghosts, how can you touch the blade of the ghost king?! ”

"Warriors, Dao, Heaven, Earth, General, Law. The husband is counted as the winner without a fight, and he has to count a lot. The temple without a fight is counted as an invincible, and it is considered a few. More wins, less wins, not to mention you, a careless person? Before the decisive battle, we did not analyze the strengths and weaknesses of the enemy and ourselves, rashly pressed the victory and defeat on one blow, and took risks, how could we not be defeated? Reckless action in battle, careless in the face of the enemy, and falling short, how can you not die? The master said angrily: "I am sorry that Master Bo chose you to be the successor of the Dharma Protector, I really misjudged you melodics!" If you affect my sect members, it is not a pity that you will die thousands of times! If you are defeated this time, you will die! ”

Dongfang Wuji's eyes closed, he felt a chill in his neck, the ghost king suddenly withdrew his knife, stuck the ghost head knife on the ground, turned around and said in a low voice: "Your blade is not as good as my sword, my victory is not glorious, you are unwilling to die, change the sword!" Again! ”

Dongfang Wuji was stunned, and then Yuwen Wuxing suddenly pulled his father and said: "Dad, I see that this little woodcutter is very pitiful, he has no effective weapons, he was beaten like a lost dog, he almost lost his life, he was scolded bitterly, and no one wanted it." If a soldier wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tools, as the saying goes, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, so many uncles and uncles are here, all of them have divine weapons, but they don't give the little woodcutter a use. ”

Yuwen Wuxing's father smiled, but scolded: "Don't talk nonsense!" At this time, the master also smiled and recited: "...... Hengduo wind and rain are incomprehensible, and the eternal sword sends the soul. He unwrapped the yellow cloth behind his back, and there was a round and blunt ancient sword inside, the ancient sword was dull and full of gaps, and it looked like a piece of scrap copper and rotten iron. Master Bo threw up the ancient sword and shouted: "Wuji, victory or defeat is a common thing for soldiers, take the divine soldiers!" ”

Dongfang Wu was greatly shocked, caught the ancient sword, held the sword in both hands, and knelt down in fear: "Master Uncle, this is the sword you are back, it has always been only admired by the master, how dare Wuji use the sword of the master?" ”

Master Bo said: "Righteous people, when there are divine weapons to help, rare strong enemies, must have a weapon to meet them, why use anyone?" Wuji, you will use this magic weapon to meet the ghost king for a while! If you can wield the power of a divine weapon, use it to slay demons and destroy demons! Dongfang Wuji was in a surging mood, looking at the ancient sword with great respect, and knelt down sincerely, but the ancient sword was silent, like a piece of scrap iron dug out of the ground, not at all like a sharp and extraordinary sharp weapon, but a trace of cold air flashed.

Xiao Fan was puzzled in his heart, how could Dongfang Wuji use the round and blunt ancient sword in his hand to fight against the Ghost King?

Dongfang Wuji knelt down and said, "Disciple respects the teachings of the master!" ”

The valley was silent, and the sound of wind and rain suddenly drifted away, and at this time, Master Kulong closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, and his voice seemed to be loud, fluttering in everyone's hearts. Xiao Fan felt a kind of quiet and peaceful power from the scriptures recited from the mouth of this old and withered monk, and at this moment he forgot the major rights and wrongs, and went away from mundane thoughts, and felt that all the disturbances in the world were boring things, meaningless disputes, and he entered the time and space of selflessness. There was a sad atmosphere around them, and the scriptures were sad, and the black air in the roster

More and more peaceful, there was a little bit of golden light flashing, and the surrounding ghost army began to disappear little by little, entering the reincarnation of the underworld.

The rain is still falling, and the wind is blowing, but the world has become quiet and sad in the scriptures recited by the withered dragon master. The valley is full of pathos, "Good sword! The Ghost King had already turned around, his eyes flashed, and a pair of red eyes stared at the ancient sword in Dongfang Wuji's hand, he lifted the knife, and his body ignited with endless flames of war, saying: "To be able to fight with such a divine soldier, I will be blinded to death!" ”

Dongfang Wuji said slowly: "Thank you for not killing!" ”

The ghost king snorted: "I spare you from death, I am willing, I don't want you to thank you." The general of the defeated army, what is the mother-in-law and mother-in-law, you and I don't share the sky, and don't do it! Use your magic weapons in your hands! The ghost king suddenly swung his knife and slashed Dongfang Wuji, without warning, unstoppable, Dongfang Wuji hurriedly responded with the ancient sword, he held the sword with both hands, and felt that the ancient sword was extremely heavy, and the demon knife slashed on the ancient sword, but it couldn't be cut, and the yin qi also dissipated a lot.

The rain was dripping slowly, and Xiao Fan suddenly had goosebumps, he felt very cold, and the cold air in the valley was pervasive, and the temperature dropped a lot. Xiao Fan doesn't know how to count, but he can still understand that when Dongfang Wuji used his sword to fight against the Ghost King, he used the Yang Gang Qi to fight against the Yin Qi and the ghost power on the Ghost King's body. But this ancient sword turned out to be very cold, exuding an infinite fierce and murderous aura, and even the Yin Soul couldn't resist it. Yuwen Wuxing said in surprise: "This sword is so fierce!" ”

A flash of lightning swept through the rainy night, and the ghost king said, "Good! Let's fight to the death! He held the knife in both hands, kicked his feet into the ground, raised his hand to hold the knife flower, the wind surged, the black gas in the valley was overwhelming, even the light was dimmed, the ghost king burst out of the yin qi of the whole body, the power exploded, he jumped forward and slashed down Dongfang Wuji, and made the strongest blow - the ghost king's killing intent soared, shouting: "Invincible!" The ghost king unleashed the power of his whole body, Xiao Fan only felt that the yin qi was rushing to his face, and the yin qi in the valley was soaring, as if there were countless ghosts swimming away, and the ghost king had such a powerful power, it was simply unstoppable. Dongfang Wuji was not afraid, as if he was integrated with the ancient sword, not moving like a mountain, his eyes flashed with battle intent: "Da Yin Xisheng!" "Rise to the blade! The ancient sword felt the heavy yin qi and ghost power on the ghost head knife, and suddenly emitted a rolling killing intent, the arrogant murderous aura shot out, the murderous aura shot into the black qi, and a whimper sounded, the yin qi of the demon knife was pierced by the murderous qi of the ancient sword, and disappeared invisibly, and the surroundings seemed to be solidified, the wind stopped, the leaves stopped, and the rain stopped falling, condensing into ice.

The two soldiers met again, and a bolt of lightning slashed down from the sky and slashed on the two blades, and the swords collided, but there was no sound. Suddenly, the black gas dispersed, the red light flashed, the blood light spurted, the blood on the ghost king's chest gushed like a spring, the ghost head knife was bubbling with thick black gas, the red light flashed, suddenly broken, and fell at the feet of the ghost king.

The round, blunt and broken ancient sword cut off the ghost head knife, cut through the black gold armor, and split the front chest of the ghost king. The Ghost King looked at the ancient sword in disbelief and said, "Good sword! It's murderous! Xiao Fan was dumbfounded, he saw the ghost king slash out, that is, thousands of troops and horses rushed out fiercely, earth-shattering, difficult to match, at this time, there was only a flash of cold light on the ancient sword, as if a figure flashed, and all the black ghosts disappeared!

There are countless military souls on the Ghost King's sword, but there seems to be only one person on the ancient sword, whose killing intent defies the world, and thousands of troops and horses are just mustard in his eyes. “…… One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, and Wu'an will win the world over Sun Wu. The wind and grass roll the drum, and the iron and yellow sand enter the wine jug. Yi Yan punished Han Wei, and Changping immediately pitted Zhao Zu. Ignoring the wind and rain, the ghost cried, and the cross-necked frost blade gave up my skull...... "The ghost king looked at the ancient sword and said, "Good sword!" is worthy of killing gods, today I lost in the hands of Wu Anjun, I am convinced! He said to Dongfang Wuji, "You still don't kill me?!" ”

Dongfang Wuji clenched the ancient sword and said with a hesitant expression: "...... I...... I can't kill you......"

The night was miserable, and the blood on the ghost king's chest gushed like a spring, and he said, "Hmph! How could the little Taoist priest be so useless

！ If you don't kill the enemy, the enemy will kill you! ”

Dongfang Wuji said: "You are a big hero, I don't want to kill you, you can be reincarnated!" ”

The ghost king sighed lowly, his eyes were very tired, his pale beard fluttered in the wind, and said: "I said, I can only die in battle, not defeated, and after I die, I will become a ghost, and I will still only die, but not defeat!" I don't have to fight anymore......"

The master said, "Ghost King, why are you suffering? ”

The ghost king said, "How easy is it for you to get rid of all the demons in the world? He went on to say: "I have a self-respecting army, and I was supposed to resist the catastrophe of the last days, but this defeat is really the will of heaven, and I have no choice. Heaven is ruthless, demons are dancing, the end of the world has come, and you can't stop it! ”

Dongfang Wuji said: "My door will definitely stop it!" ”

The ghost king said, "No, you can't stop it, there is one person." ”

Dongfang Wuji asked, "What person?" ”

The ghost king's eyes were blazing, full of respect, and he said: "I met a young man, he restrained my soldiers and horses, and was going to accept me as a general, but I swore not to agree, he smiled, and let me go." ”

Dongfang Wuji's eyes were full of disbelief and challenge, and he said, "Who is this person?" Is he powerful?! ”

The Ghost King looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "You are too far away from him, he is the future Demon King!" The one who rules the heavens and the earth! He turned his head to look at Xuanyuan Tianji and said, "Young man, I feel that he is very similar to you. ”

Xuanyuan Tianji's face changed, and he said in a daze: "General, have you seen him?" He carried a folding fan with him. ”

The Ghost King said, "Yes! At that time he told me that I would meet a young man with a cloth umbrella, and I know it now, it was you. He asked me to say hello to you, to bring you a word, and you will meet him soon. ”

Xuanyuan Tianji's eyes were solemn and silent.

“…… End the floating clouds, and dance out from Rong. And with the anger of the Son of Heaven, he relied on the general. Thousands of drums and thunder, thousands of flags are in flames. The sun wheel is stationed in the frost, and the moon is hanging with a bow. Qinghai was full of clouds, and the Montenegrin soldiers were angry. The battle is too white and high, and the battle is empty. Thousands of miles do not hesitate to die, once succeeded. Draw the Qilin Pavilion and enter the Mingguang Palace. Laughing to the scribes, once how poor he was. The ancients did not know this way, and often became old men......" The ghost king recited sadly, and he suddenly wiped half of the ghost head knife on his neck, and the ghost king's skull fell. Blood spurted from his neck, and boundless black qi came out, and his body trembled, and with the yin qi, it turned into nothing.

Dongfang Wuji was shocked, he knelt down and bowed to the head of the ghost king. There was a smile in the ghost king's eyes, and he turned into a skeleton. The night breeze gradually subsided, everyone looked at the battlefield, and in the chanting of the withered dragon master, the ghost army turned into golden light and went down to the underworld to reincarnate.

The wind and rain gradually decreased, Xiao Fan was already stunned, and at this time, the master and others came over, and the third uncle looked at Xuanyuan Tianji and said, "Your physique is really extraordinary, and you have dissolved the poison of the Tianshan Snow Spider." Master Uncle and Master looked at him grimly, and said to Xuanyuan Tianji, "Can you take a step to speak?" "They can already see what makes Xuanyuan Heavenly Opportunity different.

Dongfang Wuji looked at the head of the Ghost King, stood up, and said to Xiao Fan: "Everything you see must be kept secret, and you can't tell outsiders. Your friend's business, I will naturally have arrangements. Xiao Fan nodded, he thought back to the experience of these days, as if in a dream, and meaningful, he thought of his dead friends, his heart was sad, he didn't understand that these people died, how could he hide it? When will the catastrophe come? What will the world look like?