The bright red sword gradually opened up, and the bright red gradually crawled all over the body of the resentful spirit like a germ.

The silver-white blades that made up the body of the wraith's body gradually turned into bright red blades. The blade in Ziyin's hand slowly entered the scabbard, and before it entered a single point, the color on the resentful spirit's body would deepen a little.

"Smack!" The blade is completely inside the scabbard.

A bright light replaced the bright red sword, and the body of resentment was directly cut in half.

Ziyin threw the knife in his hand into the air, and the blade gradually turned into a bright red scythe appeared on Ziyin's hand, and with a flick of the scythe, a black bat appeared on Ziyin's shoulder.

"The harvest this time is too little, and sure enough, I still can't find any news about King Mista." Ziyin sighed, her teeth pressed against the white glove, and she pulled it away gently.

And on Ziyin Bai Temporary's hand, there was an imprint of cherry blossom petals.

"What is this?" The cherry blossom petals on Ziyin's hand emitted a dazzling light.

Cherry blossom petals floated through the sky, and the petals gradually wrapped around Ziyin's palm, and the shape of a sword gradually formed in Ziyin's hand. The petals gradually spread out.

And this sword also appeared in Ziyin's hand. It was a deep purple sword, and the blade seemed to be made of dark purple crystals.

The sword is not too powerful, but it has a hint of divinity. Compared to the Nine Weapons of the Broken Army and the glass with the ability of time, both the black Tsubaki and the white cherry are too weak.

It's just that this white cherry blossom is indeed too beautiful, as beautiful as an ornament.

"It's a pity, forget it, let's use it for the time being, after all, I won't be able to use the utensils after I go out." The white cherry blossom held by Ziyin leaned slightly, and the white cherry blossom gradually turned into countless petals and gradually blew away with the wind.

"It's okay," the pale golden barrier faded away.

A paper umbrella landed from the sky, and the paper umbrella that Ziyin held gradually turned into golden dust, and finally disappeared in place.

Ziyin walked up to Athena and picked up Athena's petite body.

"Okay, you're ready to go, there's no need to stay in this place." Ziyin looked at the young girl in her arms and walked in the direction of the rooftop.

"What the hell is that" Athena crossed her arms, her little face still showing the frightened look she had just now.

"If your home is to protect this place, then the one you saw just now is what you have been guarding, a god's resentful spirit, that is, a resentful spirit that was robbed of divine power and power by King Mista, and finally unwilling to die."

Ziyin glanced at the place behind her.

"By the way, every time you go out, when you come back, I will feel a breath, this breath wants to prohibit you from leaving, if it weren't for me, it would be very difficult for you to leave at that time."

Ziyin looked at Athena in her arms.

"Anyway, it can be solved, go and solve that place first, I don't know if you will have any sequelae." Ziyin's right hand was slowly raised.

"That" Athena looked a little dazed, and slowly raised her hand and pointed to the door of the room next to her.

"I remember that room" Ziyin had also entered that house, but Ziyin remembered that the place was full of different swords and countless stone pillars.

Ziyin still understands what that place is for.

"There are countless stone pillars in that room, if you want to leave this place forever, you must find the right sword in that place and cut the right pillar, and if you choose the wrong one, you will die."

Athena pointed in that direction, but a self-deprecating smile appeared on her face.

"If it were you, it would be easy."

"Anyway, it's like a key to the right door, but I'm afraid I prefer to force my way in rather than enter with a key." Ziyin's hand was slowly raised, and a snow-white knife appeared on Ziyin's hand.

"Wait, didn't I say that if you don't choose the right sword, the person who goes to cut the stone pillar will die?"

Athena's eyes widened as she looked at Ziyin.

"I told you, I'm not a human, a low-level god wants to kill me?" Ziyin flashed and hugged Athena and appeared directly above the door.

"I am the Star Emperor, the hand of the Fourteenth Star Emperor, the Martial God Breaking Army, and an existence that is feared by all gods and demons." Ziyin raised the snow-white knife in his hand lightly.

The whole door was cut in half, and Ziyin's foot stepped lightly.

The door was kicked straight out.

A pair of snow-white wings appeared behind Ziyin, and instead of six pairs of wings, Ziyin now flew faster, and the snow-white wings gradually became larger.

The countless feathers on the wings gradually scattered, and a hint of silver appeared on the snow-white feathers. The feathers gradually changed into countless long swords, which were suspended in the sky.

Ziyin's right hand stretched out and shook it lightly with his palm.

All the swords seemed to have eyes, and they flew over one after another as if they were thinking about it.

"It's over." Ziyin looked down, smoke gradually emanating from below, loud sounds came from below, and stone pillars collapsed below.

"Huh?" A strange sensation appears in the perception of consonants.

"Looks like it's settled." Ziyin nodded, and a pair of wings flapped lightly, and a gap appeared in the sky to swallow the two of them

"This place can be left." Ziyin glanced at Athena behind her.

Athena's little face kept looking at the crumbling house below.

"Reluctant?" Ziyin gently pulled the joystick on the left, and the snow-white plane slowly rose, the snow-white long hair turned into black medium-length hair again, and the burgundy eyes looked at Athena behind her.

"Well, I do now, too"

"Go to my house." Ziyin pulled the joystick, and the snow-white fighter slowly rose into the air.

"Hey!" Athena's eyes widened as she looked at the man in front of her.

"Anyway, my family is big enough, and there are three people in the family, and there are not many more people, and it is really quiet for only four people to live in such a big house." Ziyin swept the house below, which had completely collapsed.

"Gone!" Ziyin's hands pushed, and the snow-white fighter left the tarmac, flew off the tarmac and left along the sky above the gate, the collapsed courtyard of the king.

"Target, three thousand courtyards." (To be continued.) )