It was said that Mu Ziyun carried Fang Tianmu back to the outside of the Dingbei Demon Valley. Mu Ziyun said to himself: "It's strange, why the ghosts' aura has become so anxious."
Fang Tianmu's weak voice came over his shoulder, "Gravedigger, he's gone."
"Are you awake?" Mu Ziyun asked, "What does it mean to be gone? Was he swallowed by a ghost? No, the ghosts were reluctant to persecute him. Something big must have happened. Even he was forced out. , I'm afraid it will be very bad if we go in again." Mu Ziyun put Fang Tianmu down, "You have a good rest, according to Ge Yuan, you should play a big role in it."
Fang Tianmu's mental state was very bad. Although his soul was protected by the shrimp, it was also affected by the holy light of Tianmen. Sitting on the ground, he was swaying, his head was spinning, and his eyes were still burning and he could not open his eyes. I feel like my organs are tired, I want to sleep but I can't, I can't open my eyes, it's really painful.
Mu Ziyun waited for him patiently, and the two of them sat outside the Dingbei Demon Valley for a day and a night. On the third day, Fang Tianmu got better and his energy recovered a lot. The two of them were visiting outside the valley, and Mu Ziyun said, "I don't know what I'm looking for again. Are we going to the border of Yin and Yang again?"
Just as they were talking, the two of them directly saw an object floating in the valley facing them, which turned out to be a magic sword. But Mingrat Brossalammi Baan is not here, and Saduizi Zang Ming can't come out, so the only one who can call him out is...
Fang Tianmu opened the crack in the underworld at his side. After waiting for a long time, the voice of the evil god Nirvana came out. It was very unhappy and said: "Do you regard me as your follower, kid! Get away!"
Fang Tianmu closed the crack expressionlessly and said to Mu Ziyun, "It's not me, it's not it."
"That's weird. Is this guy a spirit? Did he run out on his own?" The two of them stepped into the valley and followed the magic sword. In a place where resentment was too deep and surrounded by heavy fog, Mu Ziyun was stopped just as he wanted to open the dragon's eyes. Fang Tianmu stopped him. In a place like this, seeing farther and clearer might be more deadly. The tyrant's soul was summoned from the black scabbard, and he once again explored the path for Fang Tianmu, avoiding the sand valley grass and the stirrup flower.
The magic sword was indeed controlled by someone, and it led the two of them through more than a dozen turns with one step at a time. But not long after leaving, a group of violent ghosts and monsters surrounded them. Their restless aura was very unusual, but this time the two of them did not need to resist, because Fang Tianmu's appearance as a ghost king could command the ghosts.
Mu Ziyun said: "With the gravediggers gone, these guys have lost the possibility of being redeemed, so they are so anxious."
The two of them thought that the magic sword would lead them to the underworld again, but after a long detour, they still stayed in the land of the underworld. The magic sword stayed on a grave mound. It was said to be a tomb mound, but in fact it was nothing like it. There was no monument or platform, just a pile of stones. The magic sword hung on the top of the pile of stones. It suddenly fell and was inserted into it. There was no movement for a long time.
Fang Tianmu stepped forward and jumped onto the stone pile. He held the black knife in his left hand and used his right hand to pull out the magic sword. With a little effort, the magic sword was pulled out three inches. When he was about to continue, the magic sword was suddenly pulled out by it. Pulling down, Fang Tianmu's body was sucked directly into the pile of rocks and disappeared when he leaned forward.
Mu Ziyun was stunned for a moment before he said, "Good fellow, you really don't need me to come."
Without Fang Tianmu, the thick black fog came to Mu Ziyun in an instant. Countless pairs of ghost eyes flickered, and Mu Ziyun let out a long sigh...
Fang Tianmu was in a trance for only a moment, and then he stood on a quiet path. He walked along the path, surrounded by bushes of strange grass, with dots of strange spirits emerging from them. A moment later, he saw a pavilion that was completely hollowed out of a milky white boulder, and sitting in the pavilion was a foreign creature. It was called a creature because it did not look like a ghost. Fang Tianmu also felt that its body was It was real, but it wasn't until he walked in front of it that Fang Tianmu realized that its body was also ethereal and rootless.
The appearance of the creature is strange. It has three eyes, three hands and three legs. It should be very weird. However, those who see it, including Fang Tianmu, do not think it is ugly. Instead, they feel that it has a different kind of beauty. It only wore three layers of gauze, with three strings of moon beads hanging from three places on its body. The creature finally spoke, with a woman's voice, and said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"Do you know me?" Fang Tian said coldly.
"I don't know you, but I know that you are the master of the magic sword at this time."
Fang Tianmu hesitated, but the creature said: "The one in the underworld is only the owner of the magic sword, but not the user. You are the real master of the magic sword."
"Who are you?"
The creature stood up and walked towards Fang Tianmu. In an instant, it shed its "disguise". It didn't mean taking off its clothes, but it turned into some kind of "elf", with a human body, or in other words, a human body. , should be naked, but his whole body exudes a comfortable light, making it impossible for outsiders to see clearly even if he is standing in front of him. Her beauty is her aloof posture, her unworldly elegance. Fang Tianmu looked at the "disguise" lying in the distance again, and then he realized that the three eyes, three legs, and three hands were all decorations. It should be a special custom of ancient civilization.
The creature replied: "My name is Nagazi Sarah, and I am the last dead creature of the ancient Qiming tribe."
"Are you dead?" Fang Tianmu still couldn't notice her death. She was not a soul.
"Dead. Back then, Zang Ming, a demon from the Bone Spirit Tribe, obtained the magic sword created by the great demon of the North Ming Tribe, Minglat, Brosalami and Baan, and went on a rampage. The Qiming tribe was destroyed, and I was the only one who survived. But there was no point in living alone. The Qiming tribe and the Bone Spirit tribe were both descendants of gods, and the power of the ancient gods was inherited in their blood. I sacrificed myself. , summoned the light of the ancient gods, my flesh and blood body turned into a scabbard, sealing the evil nature of the magic sword, and my soul turned into the soul of the scabbard, and I also gained the immortality of the soul. I sealed the magic sword for a hundred years, The miserable Zang Ming, who could not pull out the magic sword, became obsessed with the devil in his obsession and fell into the underworld in order to obtain eternal soul. From then on, he will always wait for the magic sword at the border of the underworld."
Nagazi Sarah continued: "The years are endless, but the Demon Sword has only changed owners twelve times. Only in the first two times did I serve as the scabbard to accompany its master. The third master of the Demon Sword became tyrannical. , abandoned me in the "Quan Yang", and the scabbard was picked up by the Shark God Clan and kept till now. The palace of the Shark God Clan collapsed a few days ago, and I was able to appear in this world. Although I couldn't find any trace of the magic sword, I I felt the resentment of Beiguizi Zang Ming, so I flew here."
Fang Tianmu understood that he came here again, or in other words, what he should have found in Bohai Mu was the scabbard of the magic sword.
