Aofeng walked out of Wanjue Palace. The square in front of the door was full of celebrating demons, dressed in festive costumes, singing and dancing to celebrate the birthday of the Demon King. From time to time, fireworks rise and explode, lighting up the night sky with brilliant light.
He staggered and walked numbly through the crowd into a remote alley. Suddenly dark clouds piled up in the sky and heavy rain poured down. Passers-by hurriedly took shelter from the rain, and the alleys were empty. He walked in the rain, not knowing where to go, so he habitually greeted Qicai, but there was no reply in his mind.
Qicai is really dead. He has lost all his magic power and has no divine status. In fact, he is a useless person. Despair began to spread. He felt cold and helpless. Apart from the sound of rain, there was deathly silence around him.
Slowly, his mind calmed down, and he wandered on the edge of life and death countless times. His firm emotions defeated despair, and his thinking gradually became clearer. He began to sort out the nightmare-like memories, and Qicai left him a final message before disappearing. It was very vague. He only remembered two words: "Devil Swamp".
He tried hard to piece together useful information and wanted to decipher the code of these two words. Suddenly his thoughts were disrupted. He said into the misty rain and fog: "You have been following me for so long. If you want to kill me, just show up!"
A tall figure came over, bringing with him a dark aura, a dark cloak and a hat covering the upper half of his face. "I was entrusted by someone to escort you back to half the city."
Aofeng shook his head, "I have already caused you a lot of trouble, so I won't bother you anymore. Besides, I don't want to return to the fiefdom. A useless god will not only be unable to protect them, but will also bring disaster to them."
"Then where do you want to go? I will take you there." Mo Mu said.
"No need, I never accept charity from others!"
"But I am entrusted by others, so I must be loyal to them!"
Aofeng thought for a while, "Then ask Mu Shen, what is the 'Demon Swamp'?"
"That is a desolate land in the south. It is said that it has a strong adsorption effect on magic power. No matter how close demons or monsters come, they will be drained out. It is an extremely dangerous place. What, are you going there?"
Aofeng said noncommittally, "Thanks to Mu Shen for helping me, I'm resigning!"
Mo Mu was quite stubborn and stepped out to stop him, "I have the best weapons from the Jingjing Hall. You pick one to defend yourself." He waved his palm, and a dozen swords of different shapes appeared in front of him. They were shining brightly and were not ordinary.
It seemed that there was no way to escape without accepting his kindness, so Aofeng chose one at will.
"Where are you going? I'll take you there." Lao Mu still said the same thing, he was really persistent. Aofeng smiled bitterly and said: "If you want to help me, give me some magic crystals, I don't even have money to eat."
Aofeng left and headed south. He could faintly feel that someone was secretly following and watching. Was it Tang Miao's people? Or Mo Mu's people? He didn't bother to find out. Whether it was an enemy or a friend didn't mean much to him. Anyway, he had nothing to lose.
After traveling for several days, the climate became dry and the vegetation gradually decreased. As far as the eye could see, it was a barren desert. He stayed in a small town at night and feasted on good wine and meat. Anyway, Mo Mu had a lot of magic crystals in his Qiankun bag, so he didn't feel bad if he couldn't finish them all.
When the waiter met the God of Wealth, he ran around with a smile on his face and provided very attentive service.
After having enough wine and food, Aofeng called the waiter and rewarded him with a few magic crystals. The waiter was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.
"Tell me the way to the Demon Marsh?"
The waiter was shocked and put away his smile, "Sir, ten miles south from here is the magic swamp you mentioned, but there is nothing there. It is said that it can absorb people's magic power. There is no return. You have to think carefully. ah!"
Aofeng got the information he wanted and smiled in return, "I was just asking casually."
The next morning, Aofeng set off and headed south. At first there were sparse woods, but later it was endless yellow sand. He walked along the sand dunes, baked by the scorching sun, and soon exhausted.
Climbing up a tall sand mountain, in front of you is a giant whirlpool, like a deep eye. At first glance, there was nothing unusual, but Aofeng felt a strange surge of magic power, like the eye of a huge magic tornado, converging here and then deep underground.
Fortunately, I don't have any magic power at the moment, otherwise if I get caught in the eye of the storm, my body will be shattered and my magic power will be sucked dry.
Is there also a magic tree here? Unlike the magic tree that uses spiderweb-like roots to absorb magic power, here it is more direct and rough. It relies on strong force to gather magic power and then absorbs it. What on earth is it?
After thinking to no avail, he jumped up and slid down the sand dune, sliding faster and faster, as if the gravity at the bottom was also increasing. In the central area, the turbulent flow of magic power becomes even stronger, passing through the body like thousands of steel needles piercing it, causing unbearable pain.
Aofeng instinctively wanted to grab something to slow down his descent. As far as his hands could reach, there was nothing but yellow sand and not even a straw. He fell rapidly and hit the bull's-eye. There was a loud crash and the ground collapsed. He fell freely and fell into the sand, where he was instantly buried.
After a moment, Aofeng climbed out of the sand with a gray face. Looking around, he saw a wide space with a yellow sand dome above, which should be the place where he fell just now.
In the middle is a mound made of yellow sand, with many swords stuck on it, some long or short, with different brilliance. Each of them is like a magic weapon and has an extraordinary effect.
"Could it be that Qicai wants to get the sword here?" Aofeng thought, drawing out his weapon and being on high alert. There might be some mechanism, guardian beast, etc. that can fight hard.
He was observing the swords one by one when a voice suddenly came, "It's actually a demon god, and a demon god with no magic power at all. It's really rare!"
Aofeng looked around, but there was no one around, "Who are you? Come out and talk to me."
The voice sneered: "What qualifications does a useless god have to issue orders? In front of my sword demon, you are simply vulnerable."
"I don't care what sword demon you are, if you hide your head and shrink your tail, you must be a shady rat!"
"You are looking for death!" The man was furious, and then a whirlpool rose from the ground, and magic power surged through Aofeng's body.
Aofeng laughed, "I think you are just trying to be mysterious. Your three-axe is designed to absorb people's magic power. Unfortunately, it is of no use to me, because I don't have any magic power now."
The voice sighed, "Okay, you have seen through it. Since you are destined to be here, you can go to the Sword Tomb and pick a magic weapon to ensure that you can dominate the Demon Realm and dominate one side."
He walked up to the sword tomb, stroked the hilt of a sword, and suddenly stopped, "You are so hasty to send me away, do you seem to be hiding something?"
The voice became impatient and said, "Why are you talking nonsense? Just leave now. If Master Sword Demon gets angry and drives you out, I will be empty-handed and get nothing!"
"If I'm not wrong, there is only one shocking sword here. You are urging me to prevaricate because you are afraid that I will find it!"
"You, how do you know?" The voice was obviously surprised.
Aofeng calmed down and felt the flow of magic power. Although the appearance was chaotic, it actually flowed like a pulse, which was very similar to the magic root.
"Why do you have the same aura as him?"
Aofeng ignored him and walked straight towards a sword. It looked unattractive and the blade was completely covered with yellow sand. He pulled out the sword and pointed it directly at the dome. Suddenly, a strong wind swept over him. The sword on the sword mound instantly turned into smoke and dust, and the powerful magic power leaked out. , breaks through the dome and reaches the clouds.
He shook off the yellow sand, and the blade of the sword was as clear as crystal, and its brilliance was dazzling.
"Master, I'm sorry for you! I'm so unwilling to be controlled by a useless god!"
Aofeng swung his sword and said, "Okay, tell me the whole story."
"Hmph, I, the sword demon, am only loyal to my master. You, a useless god, don't expect me to serve you!"
"Then I'll throw you into the furnace and burn you in the fire. Let's see how hard your mouth is!"
The sword demon was frightened and pondered for a moment, "Let's make a deal for now. You take me to my master and let him decide whether I can serve you. Before that, I will lend you my power."
"But my Dantian is broken and I can't store magic power. How can you lend me your strength?"
"My body stores endless magic power, which will spread throughout my body through your hands, just like your second Dantian. To support an intermediate demon god, I am overqualified!"
When Aofeng returned, he lost Qicai and had a nagging sword demon, making it difficult to keep his ears quiet.
All the way north, keeping a low profile, Sword Demon reminded him, "Boy, there are many people watching, all of them are young people. You go and kill, let Sword Demon drink the blood I haven't seen for a long time."
Aofeng ignored him and continued to eat and drink heavily.
The sword demon was furious, "Boy, to be a demon, you have to be happy with revenge and bloodshed, and you don't even dare to fart when being bullied? What kind of demon are you?"
Aofeng drank the wine in his glass in one gulp and said, "Then why don't you go and perform a show of blood and rain for me?"
The sword demon hit a wall and said angrily: "If I take action, I can easily drain their magic power, and then everything will be desolate, the sky will be filled with yellow sand, and a second demon swamp will be created."
"So, in order to meet your master, you should restrain your aura and keep a low profile!" Aofeng changed the subject, "By the way, where is your master?"
"I don't know either! I can feel his breath, getting closer to him!"
Three days later, when he returned to Hopeless City, Aofeng swaggered into the palace hall. Bai Li cried with joy when she saw him, and hugged him tightly, "Master, where have you gone? I heard that something happened to you, and my brother mobilized half the city's strength to find you."
"Isn't this good for me?" Aofeng said with a smile.
"That's great! Xiaoli will send him a message right now." Baili ran away happily.
"You have such a big house, so you are not a pauper!" Sword Demon said with emotion.
"I am the Fourth Demon God, so of course I am not a pauper!"
"Well, you are the fourth useless god!"
While they were bickering, Bai Li ran back and said, "I have informed my brother. He is very happy. Xiaoli wants to cook himself and make delicious food for the master!"
After resting for half a day, Aofeng started to take action late at night. Holding the Sword Demon in his hand, he felt extremely abundant power flowing throughout his body, his meridians unblocked, and magic power filling every pore. So he used the method of invisibility to sneak out of the palace.
"Follow my guidance, the master is right in front." Sword Demon said.
Aofeng looked up and saw that the palace was majestic and high up. He was slightly surprised, "Your master is in Wanjue Palace..."
