I held the fairy sword in my hand and left the sea heart sand alone.

Two nine hundred-year-old ghosts came out of the water.

With the blessing of the power of immortality, the long sword is like a rainbow, with a majestic murderous aura, as if coming from the sky, slashing away with one sword.

The screams were extremely shrill.

The soul was scattered, leaving only two evil spirits.

I'll kill all the way.

Starting from the Sea Heart Sand, Siren Island, Zuixian Island, Sanzu Island, Baiyu Island...

Along the way, all the evil spirits passed by were scattered, and all died without a place to bury them.

It was here that I finally met a ghost king.

He has been practicing Taoism for about 1,500 years, and is nearly five meters tall. He is as thin as a bamboo pole, but he is holding a huge head.

It laughed and said, "My Demon God, I haven't seen you for many days. Your cultivation level has improved dramatically."

Me: "What's your name?"

Ghost King: "Hehe, the King of Ghosts without Evil is known as the God of Evil. Lord Demon God, we already know that your divine mark was given to Yan Wushuang. Without the divine mark, you cannot awaken. You cannot awaken. You seem to be a garbage, hehe..."

"A mere ghost king dares to be called a god?"

No nonsense, I slashed at it with a sword.

The power of immortality is blessed. Once the evil spirits are infected with a little, the power of immortality is a decisive force for them. They will seriously damage their souls in minutes and their souls will be scattered.

The King of Evil-free Ghosts has been practicing Taoism for 1,500 years.

If this kind of strength was placed in the past, no one could have conquered it in the world.

However, he shouldn't have touched me.

Really, it shouldn't have met me who is in a murderous intent.

He waved his hand and grabbed it with a huge bone claw, resisting my sword.

The King of Evil-free Ghosts looked disdainful: "It's just that. Three days, forty-six islands, and twenty-six thousand evil spirits, you cut my subordinates as vegetables. Today, I want your life!"

His figure flashed and disappeared, and the next moment, he appeared behind me, keeping a distance of ten meters, knowing that I have the art of quieting time.

A terrifying ghost energy attacked and turned into two dark sickles, one toward my neck and the other toward my waist.

I sneered.

Still motionless.

I want to try my current strength.

It has been three days since I came out of Haixinsha and killed forty-six islands. My immortal power has become more and more proficient. While slaying demons and eliminating demons, I have practiced the Eternal Life Art. I have found that practicing this way is faster than meditation.

However, in the past three days, no one of the more than 20,000 evil ghosts could really threaten me. The most powerful ones were the two ghost kings who had been practicing Taoism for 1,300 years, but they were still too weak after all.

Bang!

Two sickles hit me.

However, my two sickles were shocked by my body on the spot, and the ghost energy scattered and destroyed.

The King of Evil's Ghosts' face changed: "How can your body be so strong? Isn't it said that your body is only like the Thousand Years of Corpse King? Impossible! This is impossible. If it were like the Thousand Years of Corpse King, my two death-god scythes would be enough to cut you into two pieces."

I sneered: "Let you cut another knife! Remember! If I don't die, you will die. So, I advise you to use the strongest method."

The King of Evil-free Ghost gritted his teeth: "As you wish!"

Suddenly, a real sickle appeared in his hand. The sickle was more than one meter long and the handle was three meters long. It was carried on his body, and the breath was very strange.

He raised his sickle high and threw it into the sky suddenly.

While he formed his handprints, he said, "This sickle is obtained by the ghost demon mountain between the Jiuyou Demon Realm and the underworld a hundred years ago when I was favored by the heavenly way. There are many legends in your life. That's right, this is the sickle of the God of Death in Greek mythology. This is the supreme divine weapon that has truly slaughtered gods. Today, you will definitely die! Demon God? Hahaha... What can the demon god? If you cannot awaken, you are a waste."

I was stunned.

The sickle of the god of death in Greek mythology is obviously a bit wrong.

But I was not surprised by this.

The word "Gods" in the heavens and all worlds is not exaggerated at all.

The world is not just the earth.

In the underworld, there are all kinds of undead, covering the five elements and ten directions, and countless worlds.

A big world is a three thousand world. A middle world is a three thousand small world. A small world is a three thousand Milky Way.

In the three thousand great worlds, life disappears, and souls all enter the underworld.

What really stunned me was that when this sickle appeared, the silent thoughts in my body were rising wildly, and every drop of blood was roaring with the desire for blood.

A connection from the depths of the soul appeared on me and the sickle. So familiar and so excited...

A picture suddenly appeared in front of me.

In that picture, my head was full of long hair fluttering in the wind, my eyes were cold and bloody, I held a dark magic sword, and above the magic sword, my billions of ghosts were screaming...

Another picture appeared.

My eyes were red and covered in blood. I roared to the sky: "Sank by the river, under the tree of the sky, I drank drunk and buried my sword. What was buried was the heart of killing, and what was buried was your imprisonment. I gave you freedom, why did you come to me? After killing all these ten days and ten lands, what did you and I get? Let's go, go!"

My hands suddenly shook.

The magic sword that was enough to pierce the sky, rumbling and turned into pieces and flew all over the sky.

Among the fragments, there is a shadow of a person...

A woman's shadow.

Her eyes were filled with mist, she hid all her indescribable emotions and slowly drifted into the distance.

Sinking fish!

I was stunned. The shadow in the sword turned out to be a sunken fish.

What's going on?

I recalled the day when I had sex with Chenyu. Chenyu woke up and said: I have been in decline for three thousand years, I will accompany you across the other side, and I will accompany you to the sky and the underworld for a lifetime... You promised me, you will give me freedom. Please, let me go...

Like rabbits, is she a spirit of weapon?

No wonder Chenyu's soul is different. She does not have three souls and seven spirits, she only has one soul. And it is completely different from ordinary souls.

However, since she is the spirit of the magic sword, why can she control the power of the God-given mask when combined with her?

Why did the scene I saw, I said that she had given her freedom and she was back by herself?

Why is Chenyu said completely different from what I saw?

I can't understand these.

But what I understand is that the sickle of the God of Death in front of me was just one of my original magic swords. After they were broken, one of them was cast.

It won't be wrong!

Because of the sickle of the God of Death, he was also trembling with excitement at this moment. It even whispered softly, and the sound was full of longing for me.

The King of Evil Ghosts didn't know yet, and laughed: "Did you see it? Did you see it? Grandpa, my sickle is so hungry! Child in Huangquan, die!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!