Deep in the cracks, 100 meters underground.

Tang Yan tried his best to hook up the Fierce Demon Knife, and the two little guys of the Blood Soul Tree and Fire Ling'er were rare to cooperate seriously, regardless of the consumption, using soul power and blood to 'stimulate' the sleeping thoughts of the War Demon.

However, the Demon Sword is the secret treasure of the war demon's beloved, it is his second life, and it is to include his mind and soul power before the end of his life.

The body can be destroyed, and the sword will live forever in the world.

This is the will of the war demon, this is his second life, and it is his inheritance token.

It is equivalent to the taboo of those who are obsessed with cleanliness.

A broken body is just a corpse, you can destroy it, but the Demon Sword will never be trampled on, so he will not allow others to simply get the sword, he will not wield the power of the sword lightly, and he will not allow others to wake up his sleeping mind and soul.

Even as Tang Yan, when he has really awakened the power of the ancient war knife since his debut, there have only been more than ten times, and all of them are at the moment when the rage and fury reach the explosive value, and they are all at the moment when the battle spirit and madness reach the moment when he appreciates, and he automatically wakes up from his slumber.

"Keep pushing and don't give up. Tang Yan calmed down and went all out.

In the depths of the crack, Tang Yan was working hard with all his heart.

In the forest village, the sensation brought by the arrival of the Pangu clan quickly subsided, as the most mysterious area of the demon domain, most of the people who fled here were people who were provoked, or they were forced to flee in helplessness.

Pick any person here, and six out of ten people will have a wonderful experience. So, for today's things at most, it is interested, and it will not cause any sustained sensation.

Wang Xiang and Wang Fu did not look for Tang Yan and stayed at the hotel where Hanzuo was, they believed that Tang Yan would come back, and this matter would not end there.

The Pangu team also took root in this inn and monitored the dry left in an all-round way.

A month? They can afford to wait!

Han Zuo'an stayed in the room to recuperate, enjoying it unscrupulously, a month was enough for him to complete his recuperation and find a way to leave.

He didn't pay attention to this group of little guys at all.

Entrance to the village in the woods.

Old man Bai greeted the villagers warmly, and came all the way to Granny Ma.

"Alas, it's a headache, this old thing from Hanzuo brings trouble every time I come over. Old man Bai picked up a bamboo basket, flipped it back and forth, and praised: "The craftsmanship is getting better and better." ”

Granny Ma smiled kindly: "It's not an ordinary big trouble this time, even the Titans of the Pangu clan don't hesitate to take risks to track down, it seems that they have done a big case, hehe, this old thing, the more alive it is, the more troublesome it becomes." ”

"Listening to the Titan's tone, it should be that Hanzuo robbed someone. Old man Bai sat on the edge of the table, picked up the bamboo strip next to him, and helped Granny Ma tidy it up.

They are like old women and grandfathers next door, leisurely, calm and warm.

Granny Ma shook her head and whispered: "The fight over there is inextricable, but the left hand of the emperor Hanzuo does not go back to help, he has to escape here, make trouble for himself, and make trouble for us." ”

"I'm wondering what happened to his injuries? With his strength, very few people can hurt him like this, and looking at those wounds, they don't look like they were caused by Pangu weapons. ”

"Didn't you notice a masked boy? chasing after Han Zuo, full of murderous energy, it seems that he should have done it. One of him, one of the Pangu tribe, all came for the left side of the drought, this thing is unusual. ”

"Which clan?"

Granny Ma suddenly smiled and shook her head.

"What?" Old man Bai looked at Granny Ma strangely, couldn't help laughing, and gently removed the bamboo shavings from Granny Ma's hair: "The old husband and wife have been tens of thousands of years, and they still sell Guanzi?"

"This kid is a little weird, I can't help but give a divination. ”

Old man Bai is even more interested, and it is rare to be able to attract the old woman to take the initiative to divination.

Granny Ma smiled mysteriously and drew a few strokes on the bamboo with her fingertips.

"Oh?" Old Man Bai nodded clearly, looking strange.

"Let's wait and see, this matter will not end lightly. However, I'm afraid I can't escape the catastrophe of the drought left, and after a lifetime of madness, it is destined to end in madness, this is fate. ”

"Alas, this has been a year of many disasters for the Corpse Royal Family. You're busy, I'll discuss with the old guys, our forest village hasn't been so lively for a long time. The old man helped Granny Ma smooth the messy bamboo joints, patted the crumbs on her body and walked into the village.

Granny Ma nodded softly and continued to be busy with her work, careful and serious.

However, on the same night, a cold breath drifted from the west, and the wind was like weeping, faint and weak, echoing in the woods, which was terrifying.

Granny Ma was packing up the fruits of her day's work and preparing to go back to rest, but at this time she raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the dark and cold dense forest in front of her.

The ancient trees were cluttered and dense, and they took on all kinds of strange shapes in the dark, which was already scary enough, but at the moment there was a forest and a dark wind, and a faint weeping whisper.

"Is it the ghost mother?" Granny Ma put down the bundle of bamboo chips, slowly straightened her waist, and looked strangely at the dark woodland.

In the dark, in the yin wind, a woman in white with a cloak of hair came flutteringly, but stayed a hundred steps away, vague, not clear, but it made people cold and palpitating.

Granny Ma smiled slightly, patted the crumbs on her body, and unbuttoned her apron: "It's really a ghost mother, I haven't seen you for a long time, how can I have time to come here to see my old friends?"

The Nine Sons Ghost Mother stopped a hundred meters away, her cold eyes staring at the small village in the forest dotted with lights through her messy long hair.

"Are you going in?" asked Granny Ma gently.

The ghost mother was silent.

Granny Ma seemed to understand what she meant, shook her head and sighed: "People and demons are accepted here, but ghosts are not accepted, this is the rule set by the master, you know." ”

The ghost mother still ignored it, as if she was probing the situation in the forest village.

"The person you're looking for is here, but I can't let you take him, that's the rule. Ghost mother, we have known each other for many years, and with kind advice, the village has been in chaos recently, so you better leave. ”

"Give me a divination. In the dense forest, there was the whisper of the ghost mother's faint weeping.

"You've never believed in fate, this time...... Is there something you have a premonition?" Granny Ma frowned slightly, as if she was worried about her.

In the dense forest, the ghost mother was silent, only the blood-red eyes stared coldly at the forest village.

"That's it. ”

Granny Ma sighed faintly, sat back at the desk, and took out a few turtle shells.

"Divination is a very mysterious thing, a thousand years of indivination, which is equivalent to accumulating a thousand years of luck, one day there is a feeling and divination, and you can see through a lot of things. The old woman has been unknown for almost 2,000 years, and today I have indeed seen a lot of things.

But if I continue to divinate in one day, it will ruin my life, and what I see will be very vague. I divined one hexagram today, and the second hexagram may not be spiritual anymore, so you have to be prepared. ”

The Nine Sons and Ghost Mother floated out of the dense forest and approached the village.

Granny Ma was serious divination, her calloused right hand was carefully calculating, her left hand was slowly swiping between the turtle shells, wisps of strange energy were flowing on the table, and mysterious images were looming between the old lines of the turtle shells.

This time the divination was very difficult, Granny Ma did very hard, occasionally frowned, occasionally sweat stains oozed from the corners of her forehead, as if she was confused, repeatedly, seriously appropriate.

This hexagram is enough to make a cup of tea, and new cracks have been added to the back of the turtle shell, and the already dry and dull turtle shell is slightly dim.

"White Deer...... Bailu ......" Granny Ma saw through the traces of the turtle shell, and silently muttered a few times: "Isn't it Bailu City?"

"What do you mean?" the Nine Sons Ghost Mother whispered coldly.

"The hexagram shows that White Deer City is connected with your fate, and your final destination is in White Deer City. As for whether it is life or death, chance or disaster, forgive me for not being able to figure it out. Granny Ma lowered her head and looked at the hexagram, but refused to look at the ghost mother, as if she had reservations.

“...... White Deer City ......" The Nine Sons Ghost Mother muttered to herself silently, and finally took a deep look at the peaceful village, and retreated backwards, retreating into the dark woodland.

The cold aura that permeated the mountains and wilderness gradually dissipated, and the sound of ghosts and ghosts crying also gradually dissipated, until there was no sound, and everything returned to tranquility.

"Walk slowly, not in a hurry. Granny Ma whispered.

The ghost mother disappeared and was no longer traced.

"White Deer City, another White Deer City. Ghost mother, today's meeting is a farewell between you and me. You should have dissipated with the destruction of hell, you have persevered for tens of thousands of years, escaped the punishment of heaven, and now you ...... It's almost time to return ......."

Granny Ma shook her head and muttered to herself, staring at the direction where the ghost mother disappeared, as if she was sad and a little helpless. But the meaning between the self-talk is obvious...... A lot...... A lot......

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