The world outside Zaoye Village was completely plunged into darkness.
Only inside, a faint halo enveloped the entire village.
But at this moment, there were constant violent collisions and sounds of fighting.
Rumble…
The light shield in Zaoye Village is constantly shaking violently, and the terrible darkness is eroding the light shield in Zaoye Village.
The villagers could even see sharp claws transformed from darkness, constantly scratching the thin light mask, as if they were trying to tear away the layer of light.
The villagers were frightened, and the old village chief quickly took out a jar of monkey wine and placed it under the old jujube tree.
In an instant, the monkey wine disappeared completely, and Lao Zaoshu actually drank the wine while fighting the coffin.
Immediately afterwards, Lao Zaoshu suddenly shouted: "Bisha, this sword hilt does not belong to you. If you continue to entangle me, I will destroy your soul!"
However, the old woman gritted her teeth: "Give me the hilt of the sword, return the hilt of the sword to me!"
The voice was shrill, like a soul-seeking ghost!
Boom, boom, boom...
The terrifying sounds of fighting came, as if they were three feet above everyone's heads.
Zhang Chu even felt that the fight between the two god kings was almost touching his scalp!
At this moment, many villagers in Zaoye Village were so frightened that they lay on the ground!
The white turtle, Cang Ai, was originally lying down beside the spiritual pool with a few of his juniors. At this moment, his head shrank and he hurriedly drove the other few little white turtles into the water and entered the spiritual pool.
However, at this moment, a simple bronze sword hilt suddenly fell out of the void and landed in front of Zhang Chu.
There is only the hilt, not the blade.
The broken edge was stained with rust, as if it were an ordinary bronze sword that had not withstood the erosion of the years and had rusted and broken the sword itself.
And if you feel it carefully, you can see that there is no spiritual power fluctuation in this bronze sword hilt.
There are no mysterious symbols engraved on it, nor are there accompanying divine lights and colorful clouds.
It looks too ordinary, without any treasure at all.
But Zhang Chu understood that the jujube tree god and the owner of the huge coffin were fighting over it!
Suddenly, the jujube tree god emitted a divine light, and the divine light enveloped the bronze sword hilt.
The next second, divine light shone on Zhang Chu's Dantian, and the bronze sword hilt suddenly penetrated Zhang Chu's Dantian and entered Zhang Chu's body!
"What is this!" Zhang Chu was startled and wanted to move, but found that his body was completely imprisoned and could not make any movements.
Zhang Chu knew that the old jujube tree would not harm him, so he relaxed his body and allowed the bronze sword hilt to settle in his body.
Soon, the bronze sword hilt entered Zhang Chu's Dantian and stopped next to the mountain and sea map.
"Could it be possible to store it in the Mountain and Sea Map?" Zhang Chu muttered in his heart.
But suddenly, the bronze sword hilt buzzed, and a mysterious wave spread.
Then, like an angry little daughter-in-law, the map of mountains and seas quickly gathered up and turned into a scroll.
Immediately afterwards, the mountain and sea map came to the center of Zhang Chu's dantian.
That way, it seems like you are making room for your eldest brother.
Sure enough, after the mountain and sea map left the center of Zhang Chu's dantian, the bronze sword hilt slowly moved to the position of Zhang Chu's dantian and fell silent.
The mountain and sea map is slightly away from the bronze sword hilt, as if it is afraid of making the elder brother unhappy.
Then, the map of mountains and seas slowly unfolded on the other side...
Zhang Chu exclaimed in his heart: "I'm even afraid of the mountain and sea map! What's the origin of this bronze sword hilt?"
At this moment, he hurriedly used his spiritual consciousness to explore the bronze sword hilt, hoping to communicate with it.
As a result, the bronze sword hilt was like a mortal object, Zhang Chu's consciousness enveloped it, and it didn't give any feedback at all.
However, this thing is very dense, and Zhang Chu's spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate it.
But Zhang Chu was a little unwilling. How could something that Lao Zaoshu fight for be ordinary?
So Zhang Chu greeted it in his heart:
"Polm?"
"Bronze hilt?"
"baby?"
"son?"
"elder brother?"
"Your uncle's!"
…
However, no matter what Zhang Chu called it, the bronze sword hilt did not move.
In the end, Zhang Chu had no choice but to give up.
At this moment, the light that fixed Zhang Chu disappeared, and the bronze sword hilt was sealed in Zhang Chu's body.
Lao Zaoshu continued to fight against the master of the demon ruins high in the sky.
Rumble…
Terrifying vibrations kept coming. The old Zaoshu and the owner of the demon ruins were in a fierce confrontation, and the darkness was shattered by waves, leaving many cracks.
At this moment, Teng Su was actually worried: "We can't continue the fight. Zi Xing Zao is in bad condition and we can't attack easily. If this continues, something big will happen."
"What happened to the Jujube Tree God? Was he injured?" Zhang Chu asked.
From the beginning, Fujisu has always said that the Jujube God is in poor condition, but he has never said why.
At this moment, Teng Su finally said: "Haven't you ever thought about it, the emperor's lifespan is ten thousand years, and the lifespan of other living beings is far less than the emperor."
"But Zi Xing Zao followed Di Xin."
"The last great emperor of the human race has passed away for more than 10,000 years. How did Zixing Zao survive for 10,000 years..."
Zhang Chu was slightly startled: "This..."
At this time, Fujisu said: "Purple Star Zao needs to seal itself from time to time to prevent time from passing by on itself."
"But once it takes action, the laws of heaven and earth will feel it and accelerate its aging."
As if to verify Teng Su's words, Zhang Chu and others suddenly saw that the bark of the jujube tree god began to crack!
Layers of old skin are beginning to fall off...
The villagers were immediately frightened.
Zhang Chuze couldn't help but look at his Dantian again, feeling shocked in his heart.
Knowing that taking action would make him grow old and even be swallowed by time, Lao Zaoshu still took action just for this bronze sword hilt!
What is the origin of this bronze sword hilt?
How important is it? Why do you want to seal it into your body again?
Zhang Chu's heart was full of confusion.
At this time, Little Putao asked Tengsu with big watery eyes: "Sister Tengsu, can't you help the Jujube Tree God?"
Fujisu said calmly: "I can't intervene in a battle of this level. My level is far inferior to theirs."
"Aren't you a god?" Little Putao asked.
Fujisu nodded: "You are right, I am a god, but they are god kings."
"The gap between the God King and the gods is as big as the gap between the Demon King and you. There is a huge gap..."
Teng Su is indeed not on the same level as the Lord of the Demon Ruins. When the Lord of the Demon Ruins was sleeping in his coffin, the seeds of pollution were planted in Teng Su's body, which she could not remove even with her own strength.
Now, the God King in the coffin is resurrecting, and he has devoured most of the lives of Yaoxu. Teng Su is no match for him.
Today, Fujisu is just like other ordinary villagers, hiding under the protection of the old jujube tree.
Suddenly, Little Putao's surprised voice came: "They stopped, the jujube tree god strangled the old woman's neck!"
"Won?" Zhang Chu was surprised.
At this moment, the old woman's sad laughter came from the sky: "Hahaha...Zi Xing, so what if you defeat me?"
"You have been dormant in our demon ruins for three thousand years just to get back this sword hilt?"
Old Zaoshu's voice was still vigorous: "That's his thing, you can't take it away."
"Hahaha..." The old woman's laughter gradually became younger.
Although no one could see the appearance of the old woman, the voice seemed to be traveling back in time.
The old voice became clear and loud.
The woman scolded the Jujube Tree God: "Pedantic! Di Xin is already dead, absolutely dead. What if you collect all his swords?"
His sword!
Zhang Chu was shocked when he heard these four words. This is... the imperial soldier!
No wonder, Lao Zaoshu tried his best to grab this thing. To Lao Zaoshu, it was probably not only an imperial weapon, but also had a special meaning.
And the woman's voice became younger and more beautiful. Even though the old Zaoshu had strangled her throat, she still spoke loudly: "Old Zaoshu, give me back the things, don't force me to fight for my life."
Lao Zaoshu said in a deep voice: "If you want to fight tooth and nail, I don't mind letting you truly perish."
"How dare you!" the woman said angrily, "You won't survive that way."
Old Zaoshu said slowly: "I am old and don't have much time to live."
"But you are different. You have been planning for 3,600 years and you have just lived a lifetime."
"You are not afraid of death, why should I be?"
The woman fell silent immediately.
After a long time, the woman gritted her teeth and shouted: "Zixing, you are right, you are going to die, but I am different!"
The sky gradually calmed down, and neither party stopped taking action.
"Crash..." In the dark night, there seemed to be a terrifying monster, dragging an iron chain and wandering around the entrance of the small village.
Finally, the woman's loud voice came again: "Purple Star, can the people brought from that restricted area get out of the demon ruins alive?"
"With your current strength, I'm afraid you won't be able to help them get rid of the spores in their bodies, hahaha..."
“In the end, it’s not all in vain!”
The woman's voice gradually faded away and disappeared completely.
Zaoye Village suddenly shook, and everyone felt that the entire land was uprooted.
Immediately afterwards, the entire village began to shuttle through the darkness and sail away!
