After a few minutes of communication, Lin Ming, the little guy, Ge Qinghuang, and Zhao Wusheng became more and more confused.
"Stop, stop, stop..."
Lin Ming raised his left hand upward, making it appear horizontal, and held his right hand downward, making a pause gesture.
"We should sort it out first."
Zhao Wusheng: "Agree."
"Okay." Ge Qinghuang nodded.
The little guy looked confused and tilted his head to the left and right, "No matter what, it's fine."
Immediately afterwards, Lin Ming guided the conversation to communicate with each other.
Ge Qinghuang and Zhao Wusheng understood what Lin Ming and the little guy saw.
Lin Ming and the little guy understood what they saw in their eyes.
The two scenes were completely different. What the two women saw was a secret realm, the Immortal Cave, the creation left behind by the senior masters; what Lin Ming and the little guy saw was the ancient city, and they also experienced the invasion of the Crescent Moon Tower.
He was clearly standing in the mourning hall, but at this moment his consciousness entered a special area. It was difficult for Lin Ming to prove whether what he said was true or whether what the two women said was true.
Fortunately, both parties have great trust in each other, and they are both certain that the other party is the true entity.
In this case, although the doubts are there, they are not particularly big, and they will not affect their next actions.
At this moment, the four of them are located in the ancient battlefield of the Mountain of Corpses and the Sea of Blood.
This place is so real that it doesn't look like a fantasy at all. After the body is injured, it is really injured, and they don't know how they can wake up.
In other words, from the perspective of Ge Qinghuang and Zhao Wusheng, they entered this place in their own bodies, and there was no distinction between consciousness bodies at all.
It’s really weird and inexplicable!
Lin Ming blinked and understood the crux of the problem——
What the two of them saw was not the same thing as what they saw, and the scenes they saw were completely different, but this could also bring a benefit.
It is equivalent to a team having two completely different visions at the same time.
What they could see, what Lin Ming and the little guy could observe, could just complement each other.
Lin Ming expressed his thoughts simply and quickly.
There was a moment of silence.
Ge Qinghuang held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, tapping his index finger lightly and said: "This idea may be feasible, we can try it."
"Just as Lin Ming said," Zhao Wusheng pulled out the black and white swords from his waist, his eyes burning with eagerness to try, "But before that, we have to chop down all the things in front of us."
The blades of her double swords pointed straight forward, pointing directly at the group of monsters ahead.
brush! brush!
Two invisible sword energy surged out.
The monsters screamed and formed special formations with each other.
A red-black light emerged from the ground, quickly sketching out a star map filled with strange symbols.
boom! boom! boom! boom!
Continuous explosions exploded from the sky, and many meteorites fell down and passed by at an angle.
Zhao Wusheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and waved the black and white swords in his hands like the wind, forming a shadow of the swords hanging in the sky, forming a protective shield over the heads of several people.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang...
Meteorites, large or small, hit the blade and spattered tiny sparks. Some of them grazed Zhao Wusheng's arm, leaving blood marks and scorch marks.
At this time, Ge Qinghuang didn't show any unnecessary words of concern. He closed his body with his sword and turned into a thunderbolt and flew away.
Swish, brush, brush, brush, brush...
The defensive star map constructed by the monster not far away collapsed under the continuous sword force.
The little guy stayed close to the ground, jumped into a white shadow, rushed into the middle of the monsters, then slapped his claws on the ground, and a pair of scissors appeared beside him.
Click!
The scissors split into two halves, then spun violently, turning into two hurricanes filled with ice water.
The monster group is in chaos.
At this moment, Lin Ming unsheathed his sword and held nothing back.
It is his most powerful sword skill at this moment - Sword Kai Qing Ming!
The sword energy stretches across thirty thousand miles, and the light of one sword chills nineteen continents.
After this sword passed, not a blade of grass grew, and the monsters did not retain even the most basic traces of their existence.
A huge mountain of corpses disappeared, revealing a huge corpse below. The corpse looked up at the sky with its mouth wide open.
Looking carefully, Lin Ming discovered that this was an ancient ancestor of the human race with a special bloodline.
He has been dead for an unknown number of years, but his body's activity is still strong, and he uses this strong activity to suppress certain evil things in his body.
The eyes of the ancestors were dull and dim, but a line of text seemed to be reflected in their eyes.
That kind of writing is not sacred writing, it should be the oldest hieroglyphics, or it may be a special symbol before the formation of some kind of writing.
Lin Ming couldn't understand, but he got the exact meaning through those eyes:
The evil demon was suppressed in the body of this ancestor. At this moment, the evil demon was at its weakest, but it had been seeking resurrection. He hoped that Lin Ming could drop the sword straight and pierce the top of his head with the sword, killing both the evil demon and his hope of resurrection.
Lin Ming could understand it, and so could everyone else.
For a moment, all four were silent.
Even if this place is an illusion, it is too real, as if it is questioning the true heart of living beings.
Lin Ming clenched his fists, stepped forward, and raised his hand to summon the Jingxian Sword.
Then, he bowed and saluted to the ancestors, and a drop of crystal fell from the eyes of the ancestors, which was the farewell after an unknown number of years.
boom! ! !
Lin Ming struck a blow with his sword. The Jingxian sword flew high into the sky, and immediately fell down. It penetrated through the ancestor's heavenly spirit cap, all the way down, and penetrated his huge body.
"Ho ho ho ho..."
Black smoke erupted from the mouths of the ancestors, and the smoke formed a grimace, extremely unwilling.
The next second, the ancestors died, the ghostly faces disappeared, and the evil spirits were completely killed.
Lin Ming raised his eyes and looked forward. At a glance, he saw that there were thousands more mountains of corpses like this.
He realized what he was going to do next, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.
At this time, Ge Qinghuang held his right wrist and said, "The swordsman's hand must be steady, and his mind must not be distracted."
"I..." In the middle of Lin Ming's words, Ge Qinghuang stretched out his green jade finger and pressed it against his lips, "I will accompany you while you are doing this."
Lin Ming was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said yes.
"And me." Zhao Wusheng held Lin Ming's left shoulder and smiled boldly.
The little guy jumped up to Lin Ming's head and pouted, "My scissors can't do it."
There was a moment of silence!
Lin Ming, Zhao Wusheng, and Ge Qinghuang laughed loudly: "Hahahaha..."
