Woo......

Woo......

Woo......

The noise in his ears became heavier and sharper, and the voice was extremely violent, as if countless people were leaning on Chu Qingxiao's ear and whispering.

His eardrums felt like they were about to burst.

The sharp pain made the green tendons on his forehead burst out.

Chu Zhaozhao hugged Chu Qingxiao anxiously, Chu Yueshan and others also surrounded him, and they said something loudly to Chu Qingxiao, but the noisy sound next to his ears made Chu Qingxiao unable to hear the voices of everyone.

Zhu Yuan walked forward slowly, his eyes slightly closed, his head raised, and his hands slowly opened.

He's waiting for a good show.

As soon as the head fell to the ground, the angry soul wailed and roared.

At that moment, the voice must have been extremely beautiful and pleasant, and he thought it was an opportunity for him to delve further into the secrets of his soul.

For this reason, he was ready to listen to the beautiful sound.

One breath ......

Two Interest......

Ten Breath ......

A long time passed, and he still couldn't wait for the sound of his head rolling off his imagination.

"Hehe......"

What awaited was a contemptuous laugh behind him.

Zhu Yuan, who realized that something was wrong, turned his head and looked behind him.

There, Song Guicheng's fist was still held by the evil spirit, and the black qi around the evil spirit surged towards Song Guicheng, imprisoning his body.

None of this is unusual.

The only problem was that the bone knife held high in the hand of the evil spirit stayed only three or four inches away from Song Guicheng's neck, but it did not fall for a long time.

"Evil spirits! Give it to me! Zhu Yuan roared.

But the body of the evil spirit general still stood still.

Zhu Yuan felt a hint of a strange atmosphere, and for the first time, a panicked look appeared on his face.

His brow furrowed, and his hands were folded in front of his chest, forming several marks one after the other.

He was trying to rely on the soul seed planted in the evil spirit to drive the other party.

When the soul seed rooted in their body is activated, the pain like cutting flesh will swell through their whole body, and for evil creatures like evil spirits and yin beasts, which only have only instinct left, this is the easiest and most effective way to control them.

But this time.

Zhu Yuan seems to have met an exception.

The evil spirit will be activated by the soul seed in the body.

The black qi around him surged, and the blood light in his eyes flickered violently.

It was clear that he was suffering enough to make people suffer at the moment.

However, his body remained in place, unmoving.

"Evil spirits! Are you going to disobey me!? This strange appearance made Zhu Yuan's face ugly, and he jumped like thunder, and scolded loudly in his mouth.

"Haha."

And in response to him was Song Guicheng's contemptuous laughter.

This laughter brought Zhu Yuan back to his senses, and he turned his head to look at the other party, as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Are you making trouble!?" ”

Song Guicheng turned his back to Zhu Yuan, he lowered his head, others couldn't see the expression on his face at the moment, but they only heard him say in a deep voice: "Didn't Lord Wu Zhu boast that he had read many of the great works of the sages of my human race?" ”

"Then Lord Wu Zhu, do you know what Xiaozhan is with the golden drum and sleeping with the jade saddle?"

"Do you know what is the yellow sand wearing gold armor in a hundred battles, and if you don't break Loulan, you won't return it?"

Song Guicheng said this, his hand that was held by the evil spirit was gently taken back, and he turned around and looked at Zhu Yuan.

His eyebrows were lowered, and his eyes were as fierce as a wolf.

He approached Zhu Yuan step by step, and his mouth let out a demon-like reproach again and again.

"What do you know is the dust and earth of thirty merits, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons?"

He continued to move forward, and a murderous intent seemed to be more terrifying than the candle shade.

Zhu Yuan felt a smell of danger from Song Guicheng's body at this moment, and he subconsciously retreated.

His gaze passed over the demonic man in front of him, but he saw that the evil spirits behind him began to surge violently with black qi around him, and those souls imprisoned in the black qi seemed to have received some kind of summoning beyond the divine edict.

They began to struggle violently as they had never been, and blurred figures poured out of the black gas, constantly breaking free from the shackles of the black gas, trying to pull their bodies out of the black mire.

They want to escape from the captivity of the candle shade!

Zhu Yuan's pupils dilated suddenly at that time, and he looked at the situation in front of him in disbelief.

This was beyond his knowledge......

The throne of the true god Candle Yin was seized by humans, and the twelve gods who once sat down were also wiped out.

But the hundred-legged insect dies and does not stiffen.

What little remnant of divinity is still enough to crush mortals.

Candle Yin gave him the divinity that had been left over from the Seventh Divine Pillar, and the evil spirit general forged by using this divinity should be a powerful and irreversible existence.

But now, as if they had regained their will, these souls began to try to resist.

He's playing tricks!

After a brief moment of surprise, Zhu Yuan immediately realized that something was wrong, and he looked sideways at Song Guicheng.

And the corners of Song Guicheng's mouth also showed a cruel smile at this time, he lowered his voice, stared at Zhu Yuan with his eyes, and said softly.

"Do you know what a general is still alive in a hundred battles, and his soul is a banner and a bow?"

The soul is a banner and a bow......

Those simple words seemed to be wrapped in some kind of power that poured over this heaven and earth.

This statement fell.

The evil spirit slammed into some kind of blood, and a painful roar came out of his mouth.

The sword and armor souls imprisoned in his body seemed to be infused with some kind of power, and their vague spirits condensed a little, cutting off the black qi that stuck to their bodies one after another, and then one after another poured out of the evil spirit general's body, and they floated in the air, standing behind Song Guicheng.

However, in the blink of an eye, the souls of the Xizhou Sword Armor had already filled the space behind Song Guicheng.

Their faces were full of determination, and in the spirit that had become blurred, a strong sword intent began to cleanse.

It's as if everything is back to square one.

They are the sword armor of Xizhou, the only remaining star guard of Dayu, the sword that illuminates the night, and the shield against the ancient gods.

This is written into their flesh and blood, engraved into their souls.

When the dragon will summon.

No matter where they are at the moment, whether their flesh is rotten or not.

But their souls will always answer the call.

Regardless of life and death.

Holding the sword again, he came behind Long Xiang.

"This ...... How is this possible......" Zhu Yuan looked at the scene in front of him incredulously.

This is beyond his cognition, and in the face of the unknown, people's first reaction is often fear.

Even Zhu Yuan, who claims to be an apostle of God, is not immune to vulgarity at this moment.

His body began to subconsciously retreat.

Fear hung over his white, handsome face.

He suddenly realized: "You were deliberately showing weakness just now, you have already seen the details of the evil spirit generals, and your purpose was to wake them up from the beginning!? ”

Zhu Yuan looked at Song Guicheng and asked loudly.

But Song Guicheng just smiled faintly, he didn't have the intention of solving the doubts of the enemy in front of him.

He just said, "Lord Wuzhu." ”

"I said ......"

"I can cut your head off your neck once, and I can ......"

"Fuck the brace twice, cut off the second !!"

As he said this, a hand stretched out suddenly, and the sword armor souls behind him also stretched out their hands to the front at this time, shaking them towards the void.

……

Chu Qingxiao gasped heavily.

His head still ached.

The pain intensified whenever he struggled to recall the most crucial parts of his memory that were missing.

And the noise in his ears gradually became clearer.

His body trembled, the bitter roar in his mouth gradually subsided, and a little clarity seemed to emerge from the depths of his godless pupils.

"Chu Qingxiao! Don't scare me, what the hell is wrong with you? ”

Chu Zhaozhao's concerned voice beside him came, and this time, Chu Qingxiao's consciousness seemed to have recovered a lot.

He lowered his head and muttered, "I...... I hear ......"

"I hear you clearly."

"What do you hear?" Chu Yueshan beside him looked anxious, for fear that something would happen to his only precious son.

"Crying ......"

"Those cries ......"

Chu Qingxiao continued to mumble to himself, as if he hadn't heard the words of concern from the people around him.

"Crying? Where is there any crying? Chu Yueshan and Sun Kuan looked around.

There was tension between Song Guicheng and Zhu Yuan in front, and behind him was the dilapidated Taoist temple, where was anyone crying? Where is anyone in the mood to cry at this time?

"Yes...... It's them crying......" Chu Qingxiao said intermittently, but his eyes looked behind him, where countless swords were plunged into the ground.

They are the swords of the sword armor of the Western Continent.

And Chu Qingxiao heard those cries from the first time he came to the Zhu family's compound, and they came from these.

"Is the sword crying?" Chu Zhaozhao beside her was stunned when she heard this, but the next moment she reacted.

She turned her head to look ahead, where Song Guicheng's expression was solemn, and the yin soul of the eight thousand Xizhou sword armor behind him was purified with sword intent.

They held out their hands.

To be precise, to reach out to those swords that are stuck in the ground.

The swords, which had been silent for a long time, began to tremble.

Zheng!

A sword roar suddenly rose.

Zheng!

Zheng!

It's like the first crowing of a rooster at dawn.

Immediately after, the entire Sword Tomb seemed to be activated, and one after another sword roars rose up.

At this moment, pure sword intent overflowed from those sword bodies.

"Break the array!" At this time, Song Guicheng in front of him suddenly burst into tears.

Among the sword tombs, a snow-white sword with a pink sword spike hanging on the hilt trembled violently, and then its figure suddenly pulled out of the soil, turned into a streamer and flew into Song Guicheng's hand.

Before this sound fell, another sword armor behind Song Guicheng burst out.

"Second watch!"

In the sword tomb, another flying sword escaped.

"Chitose!"

"Swallow in front of the door!"

"Spring is not late!"

"Hate the water!"

A burst of shouts rang out from the mouths of the sword armor one after another, and a long sword also continued to fly out of the sword tomb at this time, falling into the hands of those sword armor souls.

As the long sword was in hand, the momentum around them began to seem to have no end to judgment.

Their clothes were agitated, and their majestic momentum rose.

In their eyes was a determination as firm as iron.

In their hands are swords that cut life and death.

They stood in the air, the swords in their hands sounding like dragons, and the sword intent around them was like rainbows.

The dungeon is trembling slightly, and the evil qi is scattering.

The so-called god seems to have lowered his head at this time.

At this moment, they are the gods!

……

Chu Qingxiao was stunned.

The cry that had been lingering in his ears for a long time came to an abrupt end at this moment.

They don't cry anymore.

for he who wielded the sword has returned.

He suddenly remembered what Song Guicheng had said a long time ago.

"For the sword, what it means to him is to be held in the hand of the swordsman."

"And for the swordsman, his meaning is to cut off the so-called fate with the sword in his hand, and also to cut off those gods who weave fate!"

"So, when we held the sword."

"As long as you believe, we can do anything."