At the same time, at the position where the sword was too weak, he looked at the long sword in the air and suddenly became in pain! his left eye was extremely sad, tears were flowing non-stop, and his right eye was crimson and murderous, with endless resentment.

Poppy and Xiao Liuli, who were next to Jian Taixu, saw the change in Jian Taixu, and they didn't know what to do for a while, so they could only hold Jian Taixu together, thinking that he would know that he was accompanied by a partner, so that he would feel better.

After a long while, Jian Taixu slowly recovered, and he gasped and said to his two partners, "Don't worry, I'm fine." ”

"Anthracene. Poppy let go of his hand and nodded.

Xiao Liuli couldn't be as calm as Poppy, the painful appearance of the sword just now was about to kill her, seeing that the sword was too void to recover, she quickly asked: "Brother Taixu, is it really okay? What happened to you just now?"

"Don't worry. Jian Taixu gently touched Xiao Liuli's head, and then continued: "I don't know very well, but when I see that sword, there will be a lot of emotions in my heart, there is hatred, love, and resentment, and there are many, many things, probably the owner of that sword has something to do with me." ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, Xiao Liuli doesn't know how to help Brother Taixu. When Xiao Liuli heard this, the pink little rabbit lowered her and muttered to herself in frustration.

"Little fool!" Jian Taixu smiled lightly and flicked Xiao Liuli's little nose.

At this time, a burst of children's laughter reached the ears of Jian Taixu and the three of them. Hearing such laughter, Jian Taixu couldn't help but say: "It's so good, I don't know what kind of person can laugh so happily, let's go and see?"

"Anthracene. Poppy and Xiao Liuli nodded back. Then Jian Taixu took the lead, and the three of them went out to find the source of the sound.

At this time, in the palace of the ghost clan, Yan'er was lying on the throne, looking at the long sword in the sky, facing the sword above the nine heavens that had almost killed the ghost clan, her face was joyless and sad, as if she hadn't seen it at all.

"Girl, what are you thinking about the Sword Emperor Feng Nameless?Our clan and their Feng family have been fighting each other for an unknown number of years, when he came from the Nine Heavens with a sword, he thought that our clan would be destroyed, but he just took away the Ghost Emperor, sealed our Ghost King and put a shackle on the race of the Dead Domain, and then he didn't care about it for the endless years... If he wants to destroy my ghost clan, it's nothing more than a sword thing, why does he want to do such a tedious thing to my clan?"

"Why do you have to think about this?" As she spoke, Yan'er got up lightly and looked at the sky sword with a smile, and then continued: "Even if you know, what can you take?

After that, Yan'er got up and glared at the sky and said, "Strength! Strength is everything! Now that the great world has arrived, if my ghost clan is still like this, without the sword emperor wind and nameless shots, we will be like a grain of dust and be drowned by the storm of the times!" Then, Yan'er lay down on the throne again and asked, "Is there any news about the person I am looking for?"

"Never" replied with a sad heart.

"Don't worry, don't worry" Yan'er replied with two sentences, then closed his eyes and fell asleep, not knowing whether he really fell asleep or faked sleep.

Let's turn our attention back to Meng Xiran and the withered eagle who caused this change.

Meng Xiran looked at the long sword in the sky and said coldly: "The Ghost King is really calculating! Could it be that you think that if you force out my true ability, you can catch the legendary sword?

"Hee-hee" Withered Eagle laughed twice, and then replied: "I didn't calculate you, you must know the answer.What's more, it's not you who took it alone, it was you and I who took it together, and it's not the legendary sword, and now this sword is only one-ten-millionth of the strength of the sword that used to be." ”

As soon as the withered eagle finished speaking, the rusty sword in the sky changed, and when he saw that the rusty sword suddenly shone brightly, and then turned into tens of millions! In an instant, one of them came towards the withered eagle and Meng Xiran!

As soon as the dazzling light entered his eyes, the flying sword pierced into the withered eagle's body, and then immediately stabbed at Meng Xiran!

Looking at the withered eagle with blood flowing straight down, and looking at the dazzling long sword, Meng Xiran's pupils widened, and he shouted angrily: "It's the same legendary power! Meng Xiran will be defeated!"

When the words fell, a blazing light ignited, it was not the sun, it was not fire! But it was hotter than the sun and fire, because it was the burning of life! This was Meng Xiran's real sword, a burning sword, a sword that gave everything, a sword that was purer than Ye Xiao! It was burning with life, and every time it swung it, Meng Xiran's life was less! It did not come for enlightenment, it only came to burn itself!

In the burning of the most red castle of life, everything is gone, the legendary long sword is gone, and finally even the burning life is gone!

On the land of the Dead Domain, where everything was restored to its original state, the golden crow returned, and the light shrouded the earth, and under the light, Meng Xiran spit blood again and again and said coldly: "You can tell the answer!"

"It's very simple, as long as one Dead Realm creature goes to kill other Dead Realm creatures, you can get out! The third layer of the Dao Realm, the first layer kills ten people, and so on, and if it doesn't rise one layer, it will be multiplied by ten. Withered Eagle didn't do Tai Chi this time, and directly said the answer.

"Hahaha!ha!How can there be a saint in this world!" Hearing the answer, Meng Xiran suddenly burst out laughing, that laughter was the most joyful happiness, as if at this moment someone told him that what he insisted on was right, and what he did was right!

When the laughter stopped, Meng Xiran turned away, walked a few steps and suddenly asked, "What if the legend wants to go out?"

Looking at Meng Xiran, who was leaving, the withered eagle whispered: "Little monster! There are so many Terran monsters!" As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Meng Xiran's question, and then said coldly: "Multiply by hundred!"

"Hahaha, as recorded in the code in my book, you, the ghost king, have gone out more than a dozen times" Then, there was a burst of crazy laughter, and then Meng Xiran really left.

A legend out of the Dead Realm wants to kill millions of living beings, and the withered eagle has recorded it more than a dozen times, and tens of millions of living beings have become cold numbers in the face of ruthless rules.

The withered eagle did not respond to Meng Xiran, he had never cared about these creatures killed by him before, no matter how much he killed, in his eyes, it was just a number, a number that could leave the dead realm, but now he is different, since he met that white-clothed man, everything is different.