But is the butter paper umbrella a magic weapon, and it needs to be repaired with blood?

Li Wenshuo didn't know, the moment he saw this butter paper umbrella, all he thought about was Lao Huang.

Because he knew that Lao Huang would rarely put down the butter paper umbrella.

This thing means a lot to him, and it's not just a weapon.

And he would never believe that Lao Huang was dead.

He clenched the hilt of the sword with five fingers, his brows furrowed, and he couldn't let out his anger in his heart.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the butter paper umbrella flew out of the pool of blood and came in front of him, with strange blood dripping on it.

In his heart, the butter paper umbrella is a part of Lao Huang, which is by no means a magic weapon.

Even if it is damaged and needs to be repaired, it requires Lao Huang to personally use his dexterous hands, like a craftsman, to repair it little by little.

There was no butter paper umbrella in the blood pool, and the Heavenly Demon Banner Sword instantly occupied the middle heavenly position.

It was in full swing, intact, and began to unscrupulously absorb the power that devoured the blood pool.

Even with it, Li Wenshuo also felt that his body had changed.

But he didn't know what the change was, and he only felt that he vaguely saw the grimace mask again.

The Heavenly Demon Banner Sword was like a gluttonous crawling out of hell, opening its scarlet mouth and baring its fangs, as if it wanted to swallow everything it wanted.

Soon, the blood pool stopped bubbling, and Li Wenshuo could feel that the thick and somewhat strange power was thinning out, and finally gradually disappearing.

Behind him there was the sound of footsteps.

There are quite a few people.

Li Wenshuo turned around, and four banner swords with pitch-black mist floated beside him, protecting him in it, his face was expressionless, his expression was indifferent, and the sword qi was still floating three feet above his head.

He looked up at the stone steps, and his eyes moved up a little bit, looking at the stone walkway.

A fiery red sword stabbed out of the corridor, extremely powerful, wind and thunder, and a fiery red fox was faintly mixed with the sword, and its eyes were rolling around, and it was extremely smart.

A sword is a good sword, and a man is also a master.

But when the tip of the sword was still three zhang away from Li Wenshuo, the person holding the sword was already dead.

A black banner sword pierced through his eyebrow, and he didn't dodge.

The difference between life and death is one move.

The Heavenly Demon Banner Sword was already small, and under the urging of Li Wenshuo's knowledge, the speed was even faster than that of the Flying Sword, where could a swordsman of the Xuantho realm on the other side be able to stop it.

But this sword is really interesting.

Obviously, the person who used the sword was dead, but this sword still stabbed with a resolute killing attitude, and without the support of the master's internal force, the power was not reduced at all.

In the face of this sword, Li Wenshuo stood still and did not move.

He looked at the sword quietly, and in an instant, it swept a distance of three zhang, entered three feet in front of him, and then stopped, sealed by the remaining three Heavenly Demon Banner swords, still struggling to move forward.

But it is like a carp that has landed on the shore, and no matter how much it struggles, it is only in vain.

Li Wenshuo reached out and picked the hilt of the sword.

When the pair of white and slender fingers grasped the hilt of the sword, the sword finally became honest, extremely calm, more like a wilted cucumber than just now.

Li Wenshuo didn't make any extra movements, he just threw the long sword behind him, and the sword was inserted into the ground, swaying back and forth lonely.

The leader is the strongest, rushes the fastest, and dies the fastest.

Therefore, when the people behind them rushed out of the corridor, before they could react, they only saw a corpse lying on the ground, and a black shadow that could not see the shape rushed to them, bringing bursts of blood and wails.

After a few moments, the place turned into a Shura purgatory, with blood and stumps all over the place, and the smell was unusual, and there was no longer the eerie atmosphere of blood and fragrance that had been mixed at the beginning.

Li Wenshuo frowned slightly, unwilling to stay here for a while, and he was really going to ask the hall master of the Ghost Forest Hall, why was Lao Huang's butter paper umbrella here, and what happened to the others?

Thinking like this, he walked up the stone steps, and the four Heavenly Demon Banner Swords floated beside him like black slaves guarding their masters, and they cheered and floated up and down like a child seeing his parents.

The stone steps were long when they came, but they were very short when they went, and in a short time he had passed the stone house where the white jade coffin was kept, and the lid of the coffin had been re-covered.

He ignored it and stepped forward, he could feel it, the exit was right in front of him, and there were countless people waiting for him.

There are many people in this world, they may not be your friends, but they may not be your enemies, but at the moment, they are definitely enemies.

Li Wenshuo thought like this and walked out of the rockery.

Looking around, there were all pitch-black sword-bearing figures, at least more than a thousand people, standing straight in the rain, Li Wenshuo laughed, where is there a lot of people, it's just like everyone in the entire Ghost Forest Hall has gathered here.

At some point, a drizzle had fallen between heaven and earth.

The blue night sky is as deep as the invisible bottom of the sea.

The thunder rumbled and rolled in the northwest direction, as if it was tightly surrounded by dense layers of thick clouds, and the sound was dull and dull. Lightning, in the far northwest sky, flickered on the black clouds like broken cotton wool.

The previous tickling rain turned into bean-sized raindrops in an instant.

There was even a moment when the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rain was pouring down, and suddenly there was nothing to be seen. This rain is simply not a rain injection, but the kingdom of heaven opened the floodgates and poured the torrent of the heavenly river into the world.

There is only the sound of rain in the heavens and the earth, and you can only speak by shouting, no matter how good your hearing is.

Li Wenshuo heard someone on the left yelling, full of energy, the sound penetrated the rain curtain, and the momentum was also full.

But when he turned his head to look over, the man hurriedly took a few steps back, and his pupils were full of horror.

Li Wenshuo smiled again, is he so terrifying? In other words, you shouldn't rely on the strength of the crowd to be more arrogant, right, it should be you who is afraid.

Just thinking about it, he saw Luo Jiuyi, she was not in the Ghost Forest Hall, but on the slope in the direction of the Black Forest, looking at this place condescendingly, looking at it from a distance, just a black shadow, the sentry patrol, even if he saw it, he would not regard it as a person, he only felt motionless, it should be a stone.

But when Li Wenshuo saw the other party at a glance, he knew that it was Luo Jiuyi.

He nodded at Luo Jiuyi, and then looked down at him.

Speaking of which, he is not worried, thousands of people look at it, but with his current strength, it may be a little time-consuming and troublesome to kill them all, but it is also difficult for the other party to hurt himself.

If he wanted to go, no one would stop him.

The crowd in front of him branched out like a tide, and an old man with bare hands and a bald head and white beard walked in front of everyone, glanced at Li Wenshuo, and his pupils shrank, and the first sentence was to shout and ask: "Who are you, trespassing on my forbidden place in the Ghost Forest Hall, do you know what the end is?"

Li Wenshuo swept around with his thoughts, and the person he found at the beginning was still behind the bamboo forest, there was such a big thing here, thousands of people were standing here, and he still didn't move.

Li Wenshuo raised his eyebrows slightly, what made him feel more interesting was the person in front of him, his strength was good, he was in the Xuanche Middle Realm, but such a person, since he didn't know himself, why was there such a big fear in his pupils?

It was indeed frightened, Li Wenshuo saw it clearly.

But if he saw his current appearance clearly, he probably couldn't complain about others, at this moment he was shrouded in a black mist, and four Heavenly Demon Banner swords painted with strange patterns were floating around him.

Because of the connection with the Heavenly Demon Banner Sword, as the Heavenly Demon Banner Sword regained its former power, his whole person also took on a bit of demonic nature, the color of his lips became darker, some blackened, and the corners of his eyes and side face even gave birth to black and distorted dark lines.

In the darkness of the night, with a faint light from the sky, he walked out of the dark stone cave, looking like a demon coming out of hell.

The demon laughed and said, "You don't know who I am?"

The man regained his composure in a moment, stepped forward, and said in a cold voice, "I don't know what. ”

"Oh, you're so lonely. ”