I held the fairy sword, and I went out of the sea heart sand alone.

Two nine-hundred-year-old ghosts just emerged from the water.

With the blessing of immortal power, the long sword is like a rainbow, and the murderous aura is majestic, like coming from the sky, and a sword is slashed away.

The screams were terrible.

The soul is scattered, leaving only two evil spirits behind.

I fought all the way through.

Start from Haixin Sand, Kraken Island, Drunken Immortal Island, Three-legged Island, Baiyu Island......

Along the way, everywhere I passed, all the ghosts were scattered, and all of them died without a place to be buried.

It was here that I finally met a ghost king.

About 1,500 years old, nearly five meters tall, as thin as a bamboo pole, but with a huge head.

It smiled and said, "Lord Demon God, I haven't seen you for many days, and your cultivation has made rapid progress." ”

Me: "What's your name?" ”

Ghost King: "Hehe, no evil ghost king, known as no evil god." Lord Demon God, we already know that your divine mark was given to Yan Wushuang. Without the scar, there is no way to awaken. I can't wake up, you seem to be a piece of garbage, hehe......"

"A mere ghost king, but also dare to call a god?"

Without nonsense, I slashed at it with a sword.

The blessing of the power of immortality, once the ghosts are contaminated a little, the power of immortality is the power of death for them. The soul is severely damaged in minutes, and the soul is scattered.

The King of Demons has a path of 1,500 years.

This kind of strength, if it was placed in the past, no one in the world could surrender it.

However, he shouldn't have touched me.

Really, it shouldn't have touched me in my heart.

He grabbed it with a large bony claw, fending off my sword.

The Demonless King looked disdainful: "That's it." Three days, forty-six islands, twenty-six thousand ghosts, you cut down my men as vegetables. Today, I want your life! ”

His figure disappeared in a flash, and the next moment, he appeared behind me, keeping a distance of ten meters, knowing that I had the art of time and quiet.

The terrifying ghostly aura struck and turned into two pitch-black scythes, one slicing at my neck and the other at my waist.

I sneered.

Motionless.

I'm going to test how strong my body is right now.

It's been three days, I've been killed from Haixinsha, and I've killed forty-six islands, and my immortal power has become more and more proficient, slaying demons and destroying demons, and cultivating the secret of immortality. I've found that this kind of cultivation is much faster than pure meditation.

However, in the past three days, there have been more than 20,000 ghosts, and none of them can really threaten me. The most powerful are the two ghost kings who have practiced the Tao for 1,300 years, but they are still too weak after all.

Bang!

Two scythes struck me.

However, the two scythes were shocked by my body on the spot and collapsed, and the ghost qi was scattered and disappeared.

The Demonless King's face changed: "How can your body be so strong?" Doesn't the rumor say that your body is only like that of the Thousand Year Corpse King? No way! That's impossible. If it's like the Millennium Corpse King, my two scythes of death are enough to cut you in two. ”

I sneered: "Let you cut again!" Remember! The last sword, if I don't die, you will die, so I advise you to use the strongest means. ”

The Demonless King gritted his teeth: "As you wish!" ”

Suddenly, in his hand, there was a real scythe. The sickle is more than one meter long, the handle is three meters, and when it is carried on the body, the breath is very weird.

He raised his scythe aloft aloft and threw it into the sky with a suddenness.

He knotted his handprint and said, "This scythe was obtained by me a hundred years ago when I was favored by the Heavenly Dao and fell from the Ghost Mountain between the Nine Demon Domains and the Netherworld Realm from the Western Heavenly Court. This scythe, you have many legends in the yang world. That's right, this is the scythe of death in Greek mythology. This is the supreme divine soldier who has truly slaughtered the gods, and today, you will definitely die! Demon God? Hehehe...... What about the Demon God? If you can't wake up, you're a waste. ”

I was stunned.

The scythe of death in Greek mythology, this style of painting is obviously a bit wrong.

But I'm not surprised by that.

Heavens and worlds, this word is not an exaggeration at all.

The world is not only the earth.

In the underworld, there are all kinds of undead, including the five elements and ten directions, and countless worlds.

A thousand worlds are three thousand worlds. A middle thousand world is a small thousand worlds. A small thousand worlds are three thousand galaxies.

Three thousand worlds, life is gone, and souls are all in the underworld.

What really stunned me was that when this scythe appeared, the silent thought in my body was climbing wildly, and in every drop of blood, there was a roar of thirst for blood.

A connection from the depths of my soul appeared on me and the sickle. So familiar, so exciting......

In front of my eyes, suddenly, a picture appeared.

In that picture, my long hair fluttering in the wind, my eyes were cold and bloody, I was holding a dark magic sword, and above the magic sword, my billions of ghosts wailed and screamed......

Another image emerged.

My eyes were red, covered in blood, and I looked up to the sky and roared: "Sink by the river, under the tree of Tongtian, I drink and bury my sword, burying the heart of killing, and burying your imprisonment." I gave you freedom, why do you still come to me? After killing all these ten days and ten places, what did you and I get? Let's go, let's go! ”

My hands shook.

The magic sword, which was arrogant enough to pierce the sky, boomed, turned into pieces, and flew all over the sky.

In the midst of the fragments, there was the shadow of a man......

The shadow of a woman.

Her eyes were full of mist, hiding all her inexplicable emotions, and slowly drifted into the distance.

Sink the fish!

I was dumbfounded, this shadow in the sword turned out to be a sinking fish.

What's going on?

I recalled that day when I was with Shen Yu, Shen Yu woke up and said: Three thousand years of sinking, I will accompany you across the other side, and I will accompany you to the nine heavens and the Yellow Spring all your life...... You promised me that you would give me freedom. Please, let me go......

She's the same as Bunny, a machine spirit?

No wonder the soul of the sunken fish is different. She doesn't have three souls and seven souls, she only has one soul. And completely different from ordinary souls.

However, since she is the spirit of the magic sword, why is it combined with her that she can control the power of the heavenly mask?

Why did I see the picture, I said I had given her freedom, and she came back on her own?

Why is what Shen Yu said completely different from what I saw?

I don't understand that.

However, what I understand is that the scythe of the Grim Reaper in front of me is nothing more than one of the fragments of my original magic sword, which was broken and forged.

You can't go wrong!

Because of the scythe of death, at this moment, it was also trembling with excitement. It even groaned softly, and in that voice it was full of thoughts of me.

The Devilless King didn't know yet, so he laughed and said, "Did you see it?" See? Grandpa, my scythe, I'm already! Huangquan child, die! ”

(End of chapter)