Seeing the illusion of light completely disappearing at the end of the world, Wu Soul was a little sad.

Ten years of life and death are in vain, and if you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. There is no place to talk about desolation in the lonely grave thousands of miles away! Even if you meet, you should not recognize it, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost.

Alas, people cannot be resurrected by death! The living must eventually live and can only inherit the wishes and love of the deceased!

Wuhun knelt down again and kowtowed three times, stroking Huantian, "I will definitely live up to your reputation"!

With the shout in his heart, a strong light flashed, and the two swords in Wuhun's hand flew out of his hand unconsciously, and the sky was only light, killing the sky!

The two swords were actually combined into one and a knife, three feet long and three inches wide. On both sides of the knife hilt, there were ghost swords with two strange eyes, one black and one white, each falling into Wuhun's hand, and the whole knife exuded a trace of unknown strangeness.

The blade's two sides give people a different feeling. One side is like mountains and flowing water, warm and warm, the other side is like Nine Netherworld Prison, and the other side is like Ten Thousand Cold.

Wuhun looked at the long sword in his hand, dazed, unable to figure out what was born. How could the two swords merge into one?

Looking at the knife, a piece of information flowed out of Wuhun's mind, and the knife said "Soul Heaven Illusion Prison Sword". It is composed of the combination of the Soul Prison Sword and the Illusion Heaven Sword, which can be divided and combined. This knife hurts the soul, body, and qi. There are four forms, which can combine the mind domain and have the effect of illusion.

If you pay attention to this knife, this knife will have mutated power due to changes in the world, and will be seriously damaged. You need to swallow different sharp blades to remove the cable ability and improve the level.

The soullessness then appeared, and the sword technique of the Light and Dark Sword God was also combined into one. The new sword technique is called Qingluo Fantasy and Emotional Sword.

Wuhun felt extremely sad at this moment. The original sword technique was difficult to practice, but now... (The sky is a little sympathetic to him, but difficulties are the inspiration of the genius. Attack, boy!).

However, Wuhun was still a little excited inside. This set of sword techniques is worthy of its difficulty. Just looking at the first few moves, Wuhun felt the feeling of the soul and the soul. Whether it was the understanding of Tao or the understanding of the essence of martial arts, they all went to the next level.

Wuhun sat here for five days like a wooden sculpture.

At noon on the fifth day, Wuhun slowly opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, as if his whole body had been sublimated, and a holy light was scattered all over his body.

This time, Wuhun gained a lot and realized the sword technique - the three swords of Kongzimen.

Wuhun calculated the time and it was time to go out. Unconsciously, the cold light flashed in his eyes, "Hmph, Jiao Huo King, it's time to pay off his debts." He turned around and left a flowing back and left.

Outside the valley, King Jiao Huo looked at the entrance of the valley gloomy. Six days have passed, and the little beast has not come out yet, "Hmph..."

At this moment, a tiny sound of footsteps sounded at the entrance of the valley.

The King of Jiao Huo looked with his breath, "Haha, I can find a place without any effort to get it! Little beast, this is your own trap. Humph, he will definitely get a lot of good things in it for so many days, don't blame me for being ruthless."

King Jiaohuo jumped out of the grass step by step, blocking the Soul-Wuhunting path, and sneered: "Boy, hurry up and hand over the treasures inherited by the Sword God and the obtained treasures. Otherwise... Humph, you understand."

Wuhun pretended to be very scared, "What do you want to do... don't kill me, baby is here."

In a panic, he took out the treasures he obtained from the Sabre God Cave from the storage ring and introduced them one by one.

"This is the inner alchemy of the peak monster in the Rule Realm, this is the clear and faint flower...!"

The King of Jiao Huo's eyes shone and drooled, saying, "Okay, give it to me quickly, this is all mine!"

Just as King Jiao Huo bent over and wanted to pick up the treasures, Wuhun drew his sword and jumped up, and the white sword light rushed straight to King Jiao Huo's neck.

"He has a big claw, I'm so scared, I'm so afraid that you will kill me!"

When the King Jiaohuo heard the sword wind, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He took a step back and slid back. The light of the knife slid against his scalp, cutting off the redness of the King Jiaohuo's head and the horn on his head.

King Jiao Huo spit out a mouthful of old blood, his face turned gray, and he jumped up and down frantically.

That piece of horn is the essence of Duhuo King's lifelong cultivation. Now it has been cut off by the soulless, and Jiao Huo King's vitality has been severely damaged. He has cut off his decades of hard practice. Jiao Huo King's intestines regret green.

The King of Jiaohuo screamed and looked at Wuhun with resentment, "Little beast, you ruined me for years of hard work. Today I will eat your flesh and suck your soul, whip it a hundred times a day, temper it for 77 to 49 days, and die after all the pain in the world."

The King of Jiao Huo made claws with his hands, using the dragon skill of the pseudo-dragon clan, the dragon soul - Ba Dou Huangyu. But he saw a five-clawed golden dragon, raised his head and waved his tail, like five sharp flying claws poking at Wuhun.

Wuhun sneered, drew a knife from behind, jumped into the air, and brought out several afterimages. The afterimage danced with the shadow of the sword in his hand. For a moment, the shadow of the sword filled the space, and thousands of shadows of the sword merged together and covered the long sword in Wuhun's hand.

The soulless slowly pushed out the long sword, and a bright light flashed by, and the body of the Jiaohuo King cracked, cracked into several pieces, blending into one with the earth.

Wuhun looked at the Jiaohuo King's Can Jing and said, "Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth. You can't live if you commit sins. Who wouldn't want to rob me of the robbery? I'm greedy to kill people!"

Moreover, there are all things between heaven and earth. If I don’t own them, I will not take them even if I don’t have them. Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains can be heard and sound, and the eyes can meet them and become colors. They can’t be taken out and used inexhaustible. This is the endless storage of the creator, and what I and I share with you...

Looking at the Beast King Mountain, Wuhun's heart was extremely smooth, breathing the fresh air in the mountains, and watching the rabbits jumping in the forest, this is the life he wanted. There is no bloody or intrigue here, everything is so beautiful.

Wuhun raised his long roar to the sky, ran towards the hut on the mountain, pushed open the dilapidated courtyard gate, Wuhun shouted excitedly, "I'm not dead, I'm back!"

After shouting a few times, seeing that no one agreed, Wuhun said strangely: "Why is there no one in the yard? Old man has gone out, it's not right. He should be at home at this time!"

Just when Wuhun was at a loss, a fried chestnut suddenly got over his head, "Oh!" Wuhun felt the stars flying all over his eyes. Needless to say, there must be a big bag on his head! He wanted to curse.

At this moment, an angry and hoarse voice sounded in my ears: "Boy, you know you're back! He said, "You've been fooled over the past few days! Do you know how I have lived in these few days?"

Xing Jilen said, pulling the soulless ear and walking into the room!

Wuhun leaned against Xing Ji-Leng's hand and said in a weak voice: "Go gently, you old... No, Master, I know you are wrong. Let go first, let go, your disciple's ears are about to fall off, and you don't want to have a disabled disciple. Are you going out to lose your share!"

Xing Jileng sat on the bamboo chair, snorted coldly, staring at Wuhun with her eyes, as if saying: "Hmph, boy, you won't give me a satisfactory explanation, you will suffer today!"

Wuhun rubbed his red ears and complained: "Master, what are you doing? Your apprentice's ears are almost broken by you!"

Xing Ji snorted coldly: "You boy, you have learned to argue with me, right!"

Wuhun hurriedly ran behind Xing Jilen, knocked on his shoulders and said, "Master, how dare I do it!"

Now, I told you about my adventure.

Xing Jilen was slightly stunned at first, and then a disdainful expression appeared on her face. The meaning seemed to be "Boy, brag, you are the only one..., Xiaobian, can you still be able to get this good thing and gain the inheritance of the sword god? Just show off from this!"

Wuhun looked at Xing Jilen's disdainful look and felt very angry, "Hmph, if you don't take out some real things, you can't shake this old guy."

With a flash of his hand, a long sword appeared in his hand, which was the sword of the Light and Dark Sword - Huantian.

Xing Jilen just saw the knife in Wuhun's hand, but he didn't agree. "Stir, this guy didn't know where he found the broken copper and iron to fool me, um...!"

Suddenly, Xing Ji felt something was wrong. He opened his squinting eyes and carefully observed the long sword in Wuhun's hand. He felt a silent aura coming from the sword. The whole sword exuded a sense of domineering aura, as if it was a natural emperor.

Xing Jileng's eyes shone, saliva flowed out of the old man, and he looked at the long sword in a daze, shouting: "Damn, it turns out to be... it turns out to be an imperial weapon!"

Wuhun looked at Xingji's cold and stupid look, and felt proud, "Old Buddy, you have such a time too! Humph!"

Without waiting for Xing Jilen's black hands, he touched the long knife.

Wuhun held a long sword in his hand, turned around and ran into the house, poked half of his head out of the door and said, "Hehe, Master, the disciple has felt something in recent days. His cultivation has been loose all day long, and the disciple has gone to practice."

There was a burst of "haha" laughter in the room.
Chapter completed!