"So you plan to destroy this place. Is it interesting to do this?" The decadent middle-aged man looked at Nero disdainfully, as if he was watching a joke.

"Only I can create spiritual space. Unfortunately, I don't want to admit that you are stronger than me." Nero's competitive spirit instantly swelled. He thought he was the strongest spiritual magician in the Ero Continent, and no one could compete with him.

Dark cracks began to appear in the pure white world. They made up for the sky and the earth and tended to disintegrate this space.

"Look, this world has changed according to my consciousness." Nero provocatively used the color to Wuming, wanting him to fight with him.

"Bored." The middle-aged man glanced at Nero with a cold look on his face and said lightly: "I jumped into the sword forging pool to stabilize the two forces of attack and ring splitting, and then I could hide in the space stone and stay with them. This world was just that I transformed the space in this stone into this shape. Now my power has been worn away with the passage of time. I thought this world could exist for thousands of years, but if you do this, I guess I would have no place to hide in the last hiding place."

When Nero heard this, his heart thumped up wildly. He naturally knew the reputation of the first and second magic swords. However, as a spiritual magician, what really attracted him was not the attack and ring cleft, but the attainments in the spiritual realm. Nero narrowed his eyes and asked, "Can you use your own power to open up space, are you a demigod-level strong man?"

"I used to be, but now I am just a useless person." Wuming shrugged helplessly. In this world, he could not replenish energy from the outside world. His power had almost been lost like water in the past thousand years.

"So, are you a strong man surviving the war of humans and demons a thousand years ago?" Although Nero was a genius among geniuses, he was not old after all and had not been many years after entering the holy realm. Now that he saw the powerful man in prehistoric times, he immediately became excited.

"The war between humans? Oh, Rick told me. But my time was still before this. It was not called Ero Continent at that time, it seemed...oh, the holy land of Urlun."

"Urlun, the exile?" Nero took a deep breath and frowned and said, "Stop kidding. That's the territory of the demons."

"Ha, the demons you mentioned used to occupy the Ero Continent. Later, there was an old comrade-in-arms called... Oh, Meldis. He opened up a space on his own, left the Ero Continent and created a perfect world, the demon world you are familiar with." I wonder if he deliberately forgot his own personal memory. Even though thousands of years have passed, Wuming still remembers what happened around him.

The first demon king Meldis... What is this guy's origin... Nero couldn't help but be shocked. The middle-aged man in front of him looked extremely decadent, as if he had never woken up, and he was actually an existence comparable to the king of the demons.

Damn... Rick stared at Nero sitting in front of him, wishing he could rush up and chop him over with a few swords. But as if he had been put on a fixed spell, his body was not in control.

Jim also smiled helplessly. The enemy was sitting in front of him in a daze, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Kyle, what's going on?" Jim leaned quietly against the tree, watching Nero sit still as he closed his eyes and rested, he asked weakly.

However, Rick's nerves were paralyzed by Nero's mental power, and he couldn't even touch his eyes, let alone answer Jim's question.

Strangely, why did this guy suddenly stop moving? In Rick's sight, Nero held the storm with both hands, sat cross-legged on the grass without saying a word, as if he had entered a state of meditation.

Did he discover the nameless senior? After observing Nero who was lost for a long time, Rick finally realized that his soul had entered the world inside the Stone of Space.

That milky white world is fictional. It can only be entered through the soul, and the body cannot pass through it, so Nero is just an empty shell left outside at this time.

Thinking of Wuming, a lonely middle-aged man, Rick couldn't help feeling a little guilty. Since he devoted himself to improving his strength, he had rarely met Wuming.

When Rick learned that Wuming was a sword-making master who attacked and slit, he admired his spirit of love for swords and did not hesitate to exchange his life for the birth of two "divine swords".

The middle-aged man, who was not very good-looking, lived in the space stone on the hilt of the attack sword in his soul, and spent countless years. Wuming's only way to relieve his boredom was to hear Rick take the time to tell him a story.

Maybe it was too lonely. A middle-aged man likes to listen to stories like a child. After Rick finished telling the nearly a hundred years of history of the Ero Continent, he felt that he was not satisfied.

Later, Rick simply told Wuming about the world he had lived in and said his real name, not Kyle but Rick.

During the days of mercenary days in the rain forest, Rick would chat with Wuming about interesting things on the earth every night. When a middle-aged man heard about an airplane or a car, he was so surprised that he asked Rick to carry out this technology too much in the Ero continent to facilitate the development of transportation in the world. However, Rick said he was helpless. After all, he did not know the structure of the aircraft and cars. Although he knew the principles, he could not find so many parts, let alone restrictive conditions such as fuel.

After having a lot of contact with Rick, Wuming also liked this young man very much, so he always complained awkwardly: "Oh, if I were still alive, I would definitely reward you with countless wealth and treasures. Unfortunately, I have nothing to give you."

"Haha, the attack and the ring split are the best gifts of senior Wuming." Rick would answer this way every time. He believed that Wuming had the strength to meet all his requirements in this world. After all, a top swordsman was admired and admired by countless people. He only needed to sell any weapon he had made himself, even if it was not a magic sword, it would be worthwhile.

But Rick is already content. The power of the sword and sheath is very powerful, and the power of the domain will also increase as his strength increases. Which weapon can grow with his master?

In the Tulip Mercenary Group, they basically lived a life of living a life of dying. Rick said that he had no ambitions and could make a living in this world. Later, with the recommendation of the leader of the group, Rick came to the Mingx Higher Academy in the Sanctuary. Here, there were many talents and competitions were very fierce. He had to work hard to make a sigh of relief. Later, when he met Belle, many things happened again. Rick urgently pursued strength, so he no longer had the leisure to chat with Wuming.

"No, Senior Unknown may be in danger." The middle-aged man was the only person in this world who could make him talk about everything. Rick naturally would not ignore it.

Fortunately, Nero only cut off his body's perception ability, and did not affect Rick's consciousness. Although he could not close his eyes, he still penetrated his pitiful mental power into the space stone on the hilt of the attack sword. It happened that Nero held his weapon and did not walk far away. Rick could still feel the existence of the attack within ten meters.

The vision became dark, and Rick's consciousness felt sucked into the vortex, and his bright pupils became hollow.

As if he had been in a daze, Rick shook his head and found that there was a familiar world where milky white sea and sky were connected. The only difference was that there was a disharmonious black crack today, and it could be seen everywhere.

Looking down at his translucent hand, Wuming once told Rick that if he wanted to enter the world of Space Stone, his body would not be able to pass through. Instead, it existed in the form of a soul.

"What's going on?" Rick, in his soul state, was finally able to speak and move. He looked at the world that was about to collapse and thought in surprise: "Is it that Nero attacked Senior Unknown?"

Rick felt anxious and ran aimlessly in the world without direction. He looked around and finally found Nero and Wuming who were confronting each other.

"Oh, it's been a long time since we saw Rick coming, and greeted him with a smile.

Nero had no intention of turning his head away at all. He just glanced at Rick and said coldly: "Why are you here to join in the fun?"

"Senior Wuming, be careful. This guy is a powerful man in the Holy Land." Rick guard tightly held the ring in his hand.

Neither the attack nor the ring splitting are ordinary items. Each divine sword has a sword spirit that can have a subtle connection with the master, which means they are not dead objects. They also have souls, so they appear in this space.

"For the sake of the eyes of Senior Wuming, I will let you go with mercy." Nero moved his silver hair narcissistically. When he mentioned Wenming, he unknowingly brought the title of "Senior".

"Boy, the opportunity is here. Unless you really want to die, continue to provoke him." John was afraid that Rick would annoy Nero again, and hurriedly reminded.

Wuming smiled and patted Rick on the shoulder, "The friend you brought is really interesting. It is obviously only at the level of the holy realm, and his mental power can actually be comparable to that of the demigod level."

"What is the demigod level...?" Rick looked at Wuming in amazement. In his impression, the Holy Land was the strongest.

"Hmph, if you don't step into the holy realm first, you are not qualified to learn about the news of the demigod level." Nero glanced at Rick with disdain, as if he was looking at an ant.

Rick didn't take it to heart and asked loudly: "Nero, what's going on with this space? Do you want to ruin this place?"

The silver-haired man was slightly stunned, then smiled easily, and the black cracks between the sky and the earth gradually healed, and the world was restored to a creamy white world.

"I have no plans for this now." He bowed gracefully to Wuming, and Nero sincerely admired the powerful demigod, "I have important things to do, so I will say goodbye."

"Wait," Rick thought that Nero would go to persecute Jim when he left here, and he quickly said to the middle-aged man: "Senior Wuming, this is your territory. It should be okay to leave this guy, right?"

The decadent middle-aged man smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly, "You have seen it too. He has the ability to destroy this space. How could I keep him? If I were the ones I used to, I would have to help you strangle him to death." Wuming always felt that he had heard so many new stories in vain. He would be really sorry that he would not be able to do anything without helping. Unfortunately, he is powerless to face Nero at the Sanctuary level.

Nero smiled indifferently, his body changed from translucent to disappear, and then completely left this spiritual world.

No...Nero has returned to the real world and will never let Jim go, although Rick doesn't know why Nero is targeting him like this.

"Senior Wuming, I'm going to say goodbye. If there is still a chance, I will definitely come again." Rick didn't want Wuming to stay alone in this colorless world. He understood how terrifying the long emptiness was.

"Rick, I don't know what your relationship is with the young man just now, but he also said that he didn't want to make things difficult for you, so why bother to go against him again." Senior Wuming sighed, he knew that Rick was no match for Nero at all.

Rick was stunned and answered directly without thinking too much: "I can't let him hurt my companion."

"Is that person really worthy of your life to protect?" Wuming shook his head disapprovingly and said seriously.

Rick suddenly fell into silence, and he asked himself silently in his heart.

"Is Jim really worth saving my life?" As soon as I think about this, Rick felt out of control. "I am not Nero's opponent, why should I die?"

"Miheer and the others gave me a new life, and His Highness Aaron also gave me the title of Baron. Jim is the enemy. Everyone is happy when he dies, right?"

"That's right... only Lan'er is worthy of everything I abandon."

Seeing Rick hesitating, Wuming nodded with satisfaction, "Although you are not Nero's opponent now, once you enter the Sanctuary and rely on the power of attack and ring splitting, no one will be your opponent except the demigod level. It will not be too late to avenge your companions at that time."

Rick lowered his head, his black hair covered his eyes, only his erect nose, his knife-like lips and a clean and smooth chin. After a long time, he murmured: "No..."

Clenched his fists, Rick said as if he was determined: "If Jim hadn't tried his best to block the high-level sword master, I would have died under his sword. I could not ignore my life and death companion and be a coward who is greedy and afraid of death!"

Rick's eyes became extremely firm, and his figure slowly disappeared in front of Wuming and left the pure white world.

His subtle position, which was wandering between the eldest and second princes, was like a balance, and he tilted slightly towards Jim's side.

Nero opened his dark blue eyes, stood up with a tense face, and stood in front of Jim with a striking attack.

"Can you answer me a question before I die?" Jim no longer planned to resist. He leaned against the stump quietly and smiled reluctantly.

Nero nodded, twisted his wrist and stabbed the sword into Jim's flesh. He could easily pierce his heart with just a little more force.

"Eller... Is she okay?" Jim's face was pale. At this time, the beautiful witch with pink and red eyes was actually in his mind.

Nero was slightly stunned, suddenly laughed, pointed at Jim's nose, and mocked: "You are really a lover, and you are still worried about [Witch]." (~^~)
Chapter completed!