At the boundary of yin and yang, Zang Ming, the sad man who passed by the magic sword again, only reduced a lot of resentment. Mu Ziyun no longer felt strenuous, so he sat cross-legged on the bank of the Yangjian River and shouted to Zang Ming, "Hey, you guy, have you really stayed in the underworld all this time just for a sword?" ?”
Unexpectedly, Bei Guzi? Zang Ming faced Mu Ziyun, sat down cross-legged, and then replied in ancient beast language: "The magic sword is mine, and I am its most powerful master."
It is said that Fang Tianmu crossed the world of resentment, bid farewell to the evil ghosts, and returned to the narrow path. After possessing Wang Zi, the influence of those ghost cries on him was greatly weakened. This time, the black shadow was not far away, but was waiting there quietly.
Fang Tianmu walked up to him and found that the black knife "Great Destruction" was in the hands of this guy. It was not a human race. Half of this guy's figure was not bones, but minerals that looked like crystal blocks. He had two The arms, legs, and face were covered with a bone mask. Perhaps it had been too long, and the mask had grown together with its flesh and blood. It was not a ghost, but a living thing. There were six or seven instruments wrapped around its back, which were probably treasures, but maybe they were too heavy, weighing them down so that the guy was always hunched over.
Fang Tianmu tried to make the black knife fly back, but the black knife "Great Destruction" didn't respond at all, so he stretched out his hand and said coldly: "Give it back to me."
"No rules," it actually replied in human language, "Even if those guys come, they shouldn't talk to me like this."
"Who are you?"
"Hehehe... didn't that mole (Wulu Taizun) call my name?"
At the boundary of Yin and Yang, Mu Ziyun asked doubtfully: "Minglat? Brosalanmi? Baan? Such a long name? Are you saying that the magic sword was created by it?"
Beiguizi? Zang Ming nodded in response and said coldly: "Made for me."
Mu Ziyun immediately took out "The Record of Blowing the Wind", and sure enough, there was such a name, Mingrat Brossalammi Baan was not only the creator of the Gu Long Xing Demonic Sword, his life was legendary and it was an ancient sword. At that time, the ten-thousand-year-old demon of the Beiming Clan had created countless magical weapons during his lifetime. There were thirteen treasures on the same level as the Gu Long Xing Demon Sword. The Demon Sword was not even ranked among the top. The most powerful one was
, it created three "god-making tools", two of which have disappeared, and the remaining one is one of the sacred tools of the "Dom Era". The strong can become a god in one step.
After closing "Blowing the Wind Record", Mu Ziyun took a deep breath and said: "Such a great demon has probably become a god long ago. I don't know where it is now. It should have been reincarnated long ago."
Who would have expected Bei Guzi? Zang Ming replied: "In the underworld."
"Oh? What kind of grievances does such a guy have?" What Mu Ziyun didn't know was that Mingrat Brossalami Baan had never disappeared, and had existed in the underworld to this day.
Seeing that Fang Tianmu still had that aloof and cold attitude, Ba En raised his hand, and the magic sword in Fang Tianmu's hand flew directly into his hand. Baan looked at the Gu Longxing Demon Sword and said: "There are many old wounds on the sword. I thought the sword had been cut off. Young man, you are not entirely its master. You and Nirvana (Evil God) We own it together, but your strength is too weak. This sword only recognizes the strong. After returning to the earth, without the ghosts in the underworld, the sword will no longer recognize you. Alas, this sword is really a failure. "
"I just want my sword." Fang Tianmu asked Baan again for the black sword "Great Destruction".
Ba En snorted and threw the black knife to Fang Tianmu, but he also said: "This thing is really rough. If you let me refine it, it will definitely become a treasure comparable to the ancient six realms. I wanted to seduce you." Go to my mountain and return the magic sword to the furnace. It seems that someone is unwilling to let you move on."
Fang Tianmu took the black knife and saw a blurry figure not far behind Barn. From a distance, Fang Tianmu could feel the hatred beyond resentment in that guy. It was hating him, but He didn't dare to attack rashly, perhaps because he was guarding against Bane, or for other reasons.
Baan touched the pet next to him and said: "I haven't appeared for a long time. I don't want to break the balance here. Do you know the human god and ghost? Hahahaha... It's really ironic. He is a human who became a god at the end of the last era. God, but was wiped out by the changes of the times. After death, he became a ghost due to resentment. Even if you are a god and become a ghost after death, you are still the lowest existence in the underworld. You only have the qualification to be the lowest king in the underworld. Don’t be conceited.”
Fang Tianmu
He said coldly: "How many levels are there in the underworld?"
"The underworld is not divided into several layers, but the spirits in the underworld are divided into several layers. Those ghosts who enter the underworld as souls due to death are the lowest and weakest, and those who enter the underworld in the flesh or are born from the underworld, You don't need to know how many levels a spirit is divided into. Don't break into the underworld in the future. If I weren't here, your so-called king would have been devoured by the little devils long ago. Go back..."
Ba En pointed to the back, and a trail immediately appeared, also covered by "gauze". Fang Tianmu turned around. Just as he was about to start, he turned back and said coldly: "Thank you." Then he quickly ran into the trail. In the middle, Baan was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "You really don't want my sword? It's okay if you don't want it. You're half its master!" After that, he threw the magic sword, and the magic sword was suspended in the air. Fang Tianmu followed closely behind him.
Not long after, Fang Tianmu returned to the boundary of Yin and Yang with the magic sword in hand, and walked across the stone bridge in front of Zang Ming, the sad man.
Mu Ziyun snorted and said angrily: "Why did it take so long?"
Fang Tianmu didn't reply. He raised his sword and used the magic sword to cut off the "connection" of Wuhuihua wrapped around Zang Ming and Mu Ziyun. Mu Ziyun was relieved and immediately lay down on the ground. He breathed heavily and said, "I'm so exhausted."
Zang Ming looked at the magic sword in Fang Tianmu's hand and said coldly: "You don't have the strength to use it. You hold it by relying on the resentment of the underworld. After you return to the earth, you will be abandoned by it." , I am its real owner.”
"Just rest." Mu Ziyun stood up, stretched his neck, then turned around and walked away, saying coldly: "Continue to wait."
Fang Tianmu followed Mu Ziyun closely, and within three breaths, a black energy appeared beside Fang Tianmu, which turned out to be the soul of the tyrant. It turned out that although the tyrant was destroyed in the underworld, because he did not have any resentment, the underworld He was still willing to take him into hell, but the tyrant did not choose to leave. Instead, he expressed his intention to Fang Tianmu and wanted to follow Fang Tianmu temporarily.
Fang Tianmu raised the black knife, and the tyrant immediately got into the scabbard of the black knife.
The booklet in the foggy river at the boundary of Yin and Yang slowly sank to the bottom of the water.
