Mithril is actually a Western term.

But human civilization has a history of so many years, and this kind of metal can be regarded as common in the East and the West.

It is rumored that in ancient times, yin and yang were chaotic and demons were rampant. All kinds of water monsters and beasts are rampant in the world. The misery of human life on this land is unspeakable.

Later, there were witches who rose in the wilderness, they understood yin and yang, knew life and death, and led the weak human beings to overcome obstacles in the desolate land, and walked out of a civilized road with difficulty.

At that time, witchcraft was actually a beacon guiding the progress of human civilization, and it was also a belief in the minds of all mankind.

In today's parlance, Wu is the exorcist of that era.

The methods of witches are different from the current exorcists, most of the current exorcism methods are inherited from the ancient Daomen, and the methods of wizards are somewhat similar to the shamans in Mobei.

Of course, some people say that the ancestors of the shamanic sect are actually witches, but the era of witches is so far away from the present that no one knows exactly what their methods are.

But there is one thing that is widely known.

That's the Mithril robe.

The Mithril robe is made of a highly malleable metal made of silk threads. Each thread is soft and hair-like. The most important thing is that on such a thin silk thread, there are even finer witches.

The words can't be read clearly even with a magnifying glass, and you have to use a microscope to do it.

That is, these witches crisscross the silk thread, forming a circuit board-like existence, conducting energy and achieving various effects.

Wu's writing is extremely wonderful, but it has long been lost.

Later, some people searched all over the world just to find the inheritance of witches, but they spent their lives exhausted, but they could only find some records.

However, Wu's writing is indeed wonderful, although that person has never received the real Wuwen inheritance, but according to Wuwen, various runes have been derived.

Later, after the continuous improvement and exploration of the world, various runes emerged in an endless stream, forming a blowout period in ancient times.

The current evil suppression, evil spirit, demon suppression, exorcism, and all kinds of runes are actually inherited from previous dynasties, and these runes, in the final analysis, are also inextricably related to witches.

The Mithril Robe is actually the exclusive equipment of the Witch, and each Witch will create a Mithril Robe for himself as a symbol of the Witch.

Essentially, the Mithril Robe comes in a variety of shapes, and after all, every witch's preference is different.

But the structure, the hook of the witches, and the material, there is a set of strict outlines, just like the sword must be made of metal, just like to make clothes, cotton thread must be used.

Mr. Big is indeed well-informed, and just by glancing at the Mithril robes, he asserts that the wind is from ancient times.

The rise of Wu was probably in the Xia Dynasty and its fall in the Shang Dynasty. Since then, the inheritance of Wu has basically been broken, and it has been changed to Sanqing Daomen.

The Mithril Robe was also completely cut off from the inheritance at the end of the summer and the beginning of the Shang Dynasty, so that future generations could only restore this legendary magic weapon from a few words in the book.

I've read about the Mithril robe in a book left by my grandfather, so I know a little bit about it.

The clothes looked ordinary, but they were dirty, and they were not invaded by water and fire, even if it was a violent yang fire, it might not be able to hurt it.

Combined with the uneven and ancient identity, the Mithril Robe should be the closest to the truth.

Feng Buping smiled: "I thought that no one in this world knew this dress anymore, but I didn't expect Mr. Big to be really pedantic." But since you know that I am a witch, aren't you afraid? ”

Mr. Big smiled: "Exorcists are fearless, and what can make me afraid, I'm afraid there is really no one in this world." ”

"Also, the Mithril Robe is very useful, but in the end, it's also due to the excellent material and the witchcraft effect in it. The Mithril robe of the Twelve Ancestors can cover the sky and the sun, and the rivers can flow backwards. ”

"What about yours? Do you have the ability? ”

The Miaoshan Ghost King frowned and said, "Mr. Wind! Why bother with so much nonsense, you and I can just go together! ”

Feng Buping shook his head and said, "Mr. Big, you are a hero in the world, and I am not a cat or a dog in Great Xia." It stands to reason that we should not have met for thousands of years. ”

"But now that I've crawled out of that grave, I should take control of the rest of my life. It's better to make a bet between you and me, if you win, I will never do anything to you again, and you can take whoever you want here. ”

"If you lose, I'm sorry, I'm going to suck your essence."

As he said this, he involuntarily stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. This reminds me of the white-bearded old man of Feng Buping, who, in order to be able to recover his sanity, sucked all the countless souls of the Hundred Ghost Mountain clean.

This guy is fairy-looking and kind. But behind the scenes, he always does those vicious and evil things.

Mr. Big said with interest: "Gamble? How to bet? ”

Feng Buping reached out and threw the Mithril robe, and threw the Mithril robe on a stone table. He smiled and said, "This robe, I made it after I became a witch. If you can leave a scar on it, you've won! ”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding evil spirits gasped, and someone exclaimed, "Mr. Feng! Cannot! ”

Are you kidding! Just now, Mr. Big was a divine light technique, and a thunder technique, and all kinds of methods emerged in an endless stream, even the existence of the white-haired old ape and the female lu were defeated and lost.

Even if you are a witch in ancient times, you can't underestimate the contemporary exorcism masters, right?

The black-faced Buddha smiled: "This old man, I'm afraid my brain is rusty after sleeping for thousands of years." Did he still think that this was the time when ignorance had not yet opened? ”

"Don't be kidding, in this society now, there are still things that can't be broken?"

The Miaoshan Ghost King shouted, "No! Mr. Wind! ”

Feng Buping turned his head and said, "Shut up!" Since I dare to bet this time, I am sure of winning! ”

"Mr. Big! Please! ”

The Miaoshan Ghost King was drunk by him, and he was immediately furious. But if you think about it carefully, Feng Buping is neither his own subordinate nor his friend, he is just an evil cult who temporarily joins forces with him in order to rob the ghost market of Fengdu.

He insisted on doing so, even the ghost king of Miaoshan couldn't persuade him.

Mr. Big smiled and said, "Interesting, interesting." I know the Mithril robe, but it's the first time I've seen it! ”

"This gamble! I promised! ”

The Miaoshan Ghost King stepped back slightly and said with a smile: "Please! No matter which method you use, as long as you can break the Mithril robe, you will win the game! ”

Mr. Big held the black umbrella and walked out slowly, he carefully examined the Mithril robe, and then reached out to touch it gently.

I watched nervously and asked, "Brother Chang, is this white-bearded old guy crazy?" The exorcists are endless, who can not have a hidden killer move? ”

"For thousands of years, people who couldn't even wear clothes at the beginning are now provoking the exorcists of the current era, and looking for death is not like this!"

Chang Wanqing shook his head: "No, if you want me to say, Feng Buping, this guy is very smart!" ”

I was stunned and said, "How so?" ”

Clever? No matter who looks at it, he seems to be missing a string in his brain, but now Chang Wanqing says that he is smart?

But I know that Chang Wanqing is thoughtful, steady and reliable, and since he said this, there should be some truth.

Chang Wanqing said: "According to the calculation of time, the wind is uneven and has been sleeping for thousands of years. Let's not care about the circumstances under which he died, and then he was buried in a coffin and suppressed. ”

"Just talking about this time, the span is enough to make the sea become a mulberry field, right?"

I nodded in agreement.

Chang Wanqing said again: "After such a long time, the wind has woken up, and what I have seen is a new world. He has fought with exorcists, fought with evil spirits, and once went to an uncursed town, where he met countless masters. ”

In his opinion, the exorcists in this world are fundamentally different from his former witch culture, and he actually wants to find out how strong the current exorcists are.

"When he was in the curseless town, he never recovered completely, and he didn't dare to meet the real master. But now that Mr. Big is in front of him, and it seems that he is still in a weak position, as long as Feng Buping has a little brain, he should know what to do! ”

I stupidly asked, "How?" ”

Chang Wanqing sighed and said, "Of course, he has figured out the ceiling of the combat power of modern exorcists, and he can only figure out the overall strength of the entire exorcism circle by fighting with the strongest exorcists." ”

"This is a rare opportunity for him, because if Mr. Big can't break the Mithril robe, it means that his strength is not as good as others, and Feng Buping will show his real skills to swallow Mr. Big's soul."

"If Mr. Big easily breaks the Mithril robe, it means that the level of the exorcism world is higher than he imagined, and he will have to consider this no matter what he does next."

"So, it's not so much a gamble as a test!"

It suddenly dawned on me that these old guys really didn't have a fuel-efficient lamp, and they had just been freed from the grave not long ago, and they wanted to find out how high the level of the exorcism world was.

But it was like a gamble.

The third uncle was really right when he said to me, the exorcist walked the rivers and lakes, and there were countless things to deceive me, and I should not take it lightly.

But then again, Mr. Big dared to take this gamble, in fact, he also wanted to see the legendary Mithril robe.

By the way, let's see if we can snatch this thing.

Well, if this is the third uncle's old yin, he will definitely find a way to snatch the Mithril robe.

I saw Mr. Big standing in front of the stone table, and with a wave of his hand, he saw the black umbrella standing firmly on the ground. He reached out and stroked the silver silk thread, and wherever his fingers went, a faint white light appeared.

Then he praised: "Good material! Good forging technique! ”

"Wu Wen, that's how it was used!"

Feng Buping snorted and said, "You haven't seen Wuwen, how can you see through the mystery of Wuwen?" Mr. Big, you only have three chances to try! Figured it out! ”

Mr. Big laughed, "You're too confident in the Mithril robe, you know?" After thousands of years of historical development, the civilization of living people has already reached a peak period, so why break the Mithril robe, why do you need three chances! ”

As he spoke, his fingers suddenly became blurry, and I thought I was hallucinating.

But then I realized that Mr. Big's fingers were vibrating at an extremely high frequency, and each time they trembled, it was like knocking on the Mithril robe.

I was so stunned that I couldn't even figure out what Mr. Big was doing.

Not only me, but everyone was confused, but after a while, I heard Mr. Big laugh and say, "Mithril robe, witch inheritance!" It turns out that this is how they are connected to each other! ”

"I understand, the lines of the whole world are all witches! I see! I see! ”

In the next second, he saw that Mr. Big's face was full of joy, he grabbed the Mithril robe casually, and tore it casually, and saw that the sturdy Mithril robe instantly became in half.

Feng Buping screamed: "No! No way! ”

He jumped over and wanted to pounce, but saw Mr. Big casually throw away the two halves of the Mithril robe, and said lightly: "You lost!" ”

Feng Buping grabbed it with his backhand, took the Mithril robe in his hand, and screamed, "Impossible! How did you do it! How can you understand witchcraft! ”

If Mr. Big knows how to use divine light and thunder, then it can be understood. After all, Mr. Big is amazingly talented, and the top ten yin handsomes who were single-handedly suppressed eighteen years ago did not dare to stand up to him.

But that's Wuwen! Only by seeing through the mystery of Wuwen can we make such an understatement!

How long has it been?

Also, where has he seen the complete witch text?

Mr. Big snorted and said, "As early as the First Research Institute of the Special Cases Division, there were scholars who were discovering the secrets of Wuwen. For this reason, we have found thirteen tombs of great witches, and unearthed many secrets about witches from them. ”

"Those witches were taken to the First Research Institute of the Special Cases Division for research. As long as the permissions are sufficient, you can refer to it. Although I am not a member of the Special Case, I am an enshriner, so I also have this qualification. ”

Feng Buping gritted his teeth and said, "Impossible! The foundation of Wu is Wu Wen! The existence of Wuwen lies in the soul! If there is no soul, after the witch dies, all the witch will be gone, and even the Mithril robe will turn into a pile of rags! ”

"Even if you find Wu's grave, you won't be able to get Wuwen!"

Mr. Big glanced at him meaningfully and said, "Then how did the Mithril robe in your hand pass it down?" ”

In a word, let the wind be uneven and speechless.

Indeed, the methods of witches are more mysterious than those of today's exorcists.

If someone really wants to leave a legacy, there is a way.

As long as one out of a hundred witches thinks so, it can give future generations a chance.

Feng Buping gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you have learned Wuwen, it is impossible for you to master it so quickly!" ”

"Each Mithril robe is composed of different witch scripts, how the hell did you do it!"

Mr. Big smiled and said, "I'm a genius." ”

I almost didn't squirt out when I heard that.

Such a majestic and powerful Mr. would even say such a thing.

Mr. Big turned around slowly and said, "Since you've lost, get away." Although you are a witch, you are long dead, and even in my opinion, you are evil. ”

"If you don't keep your word, I'll kill you right now! Believe me, your Mithril robe won't stop me at all! ”

Feng Buping gritted his teeth, glared at Mr. Big fiercely, and then took a few steps back.

Mr. Big ignored him and said to the ghost king of Miaoshan: "Miaoshan, you still want to stop me?" ”

"I can tell you very responsibly that it is impossible for the national teacher of the troubled times to come."

The wind was uneven and retreated, and the white-haired old ape and the female eagle were frightened, and four of the six patrol messengers under his command died.

Although there are still countless undead souls, as long as Mr. Big has the black umbrella in his hand, the number is almost nothing to him.

No matter how powerful the Miaoshan Ghost King is, he doesn't dare to say that he is Mr. Big's opponent.

He looked at Mr. Big deadly, and then suddenly said: "Everyone on the five-color wanted list, if you are willing to make a move, I am willing to give half of Miaoshan's trading items!" ”

"And I am willing to cooperate with you in attacking Fengdu Ghost City!"

The black-faced Buddha laughed and said, "Lord Ghost King, don't pull us into the water." ”

"He's Mr. Middle-earth, and we can't beat it even if we join forces! Besides, we will naturally take your trading items after you are finished, so you don't have to bother to give them away. ”

The Miaoshan Ghost King almost crooked his nose, this group of wanted criminals is really not a thing, just now they were happy, and they wanted to kill two demon suppression soldiers together as a vote.

Now I don't see it right, and I turn against each other every minute.

Mr. Big tilted his head and said, "If you don't stop me, I won't kill you." If you dare to do it, I will kill you with three souls and seven spirits! ”

"You guys, come with me!"

After finishing speaking, Mr. Big was already holding a black umbrella and walked steadily towards the outside of the ghost market.

Chang Wanqing and I were surprised and delighted, we really didn't expect that Mr. Big could deter the evil spirits and bring us out of the ghost market with his own strength.

At the moment, the two of us didn't think about it, one by one, and picked up the two demon suppressors who were arrested and followed closely. If you don't leave, not only will the two demon suppression soldiers have to be turned into sacrifices, but even Chang Wanqing and I will have to be dismantled, and by the way, the three souls and seven spirits will also be destroyed.

There were thousands of evil spirits and hundreds of murderers on the field, watching Mr. Big holding a black umbrella and walking slowly, but no one dared to stop us.

It wasn't until Mr. Big was about to walk to the edge of the ghost market that the Miaoshan Ghost King shouted unwillingly: "The wind is uneven! Do you really let them go? ”

"When they return to the mainland, they will never have a chance to do it again!"

Feng Buping's face was gloomy and terrifying, and the Mithril robe in his hand didn't know when it had been condensed, still shining white, dust-free.

But his lips twitched twice, and he couldn't speak.

Mr. Big suddenly stopped, turned his head and said with a smile: "Everyone, the ghost market in Fengdu County is actually quite welcome for you to come and rob, remember, the faster you go, the more benefits!" ”

The Miaoshan Ghost King couldn't bear it anymore and roared angrily: "Zhang is not guilty! I'm X your grandma! ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw a purple Yingluo suddenly fly out, and in the next second, half of the head of the Miaoshan Ghost King disappeared without a trace.

Before half of his head recovered, I had already raised my head violently, and I was innocent! Isn't that my dad's name?

That honest middle-aged man, calloused hands, and an old farmer who likes to weed with a hoe!