Daughter-in-law

Chapter 889 Death of the city lord in vain
As Lan's palm was pushed out, there seemed to be thunderous sounds in the room. With the sound of thunder, countless resentful souls above their heads screamed in fear, and then exploded one after another. Completely disappeared.

The figure of the Fujun appeared in front of him again.

At this time, Lan was already red-eyed, if he wiped out the existence in front of him, then his name and the name of the law enforcement team would definitely be resounded throughout the hell!

Lan didn't stop at all, and swung his knife forward again.

The terrifying saber energy turned into a whirlwind and swept towards the mansion.

The figure of the Fujun swayed in the blade, and then turned into a smash in the next moment.

But in the blink of an eye, it appeared elsewhere again.

Lan, on the other hand, kept raising the knife, and then cut it out.

"As expected of your lord, the body technique is so exquisite."

Seeing that figure being chopped up by him again and again and reassembled again, Lan's face was extremely excited.

It is a supreme honor to be able to fight against this man, not to mention that he is still attacking all the time, which greatly satisfies Lan's vanity.

The old Taoist stared at Lan and the figure who appeared at some unknown place in the next moment, and couldn't help feeling a little chilly in his heart.

In the eyes of the old Taoist, the little girl holding a huge white bone knife is almost crazy, not as cute as little Ah Qi.

And the figure that kept appearing made the old man feel that he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and felt that he had better leave this wretched place as soon as possible, otherwise the fight between the two would rise up and he would be caught in the water, and it would be miserable.

Thinking of this, the old Taoist looked around, the gate was sealed, and there was no way to get out.

Not far ahead is the staircase leading to the second floor.

Seeing the stairs, the old man didn't stop any longer, he ran over quickly, and then climbed forward with both hands and feet.

The old man crawled very carefully, for fear of making a noise and attracting the attention of the two people below.

The old man who climbed to the second floor looked around, and there was a window in front of him.

The old Taoist couldn't help being overjoyed, and walked to the window, intending to open it and jump out.

This is the second floor, even if you fall, there will be no danger, at most it will be just a fall.

Compared to the danger here, the pain from the fall is nothing at all.

But when the old man stretched out his hand and grabbed the window to open it, he found that the window was also tightly closed and could not be pulled at all.

Of course, this is not because the windows are old, but because this ghost place seems to be sealed!
At this time, the old Taoist couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart.

Knowing that the entire building has been sealed and turned into a completely isolated space, it is impossible for him to escape.

The old man looked down helplessly, only to see Lan raising his knife to chop the figure again and again, but the figure would reappear the next moment.

"That little girl is really a melon."

Looking at the battlefield below, the old Taoist shook his head involuntarily.

Now he is condescending, of course it can be seen that the figure seems to be just playing with Lan.

The simple-minded Lan only knew how to slash wildly with a knife, but he couldn't hurt that figure at all.

The old man felt that something bad was going to happen. From this point of view, the little girl was not that existence's opponent at all, and it would be a matter of time before she lost.

When she is cleaned up, then the next unlucky person will be me, so I have to find a way to save myself.

But this ghostly place has been completely sealed, and even the phone calls cannot be made, what should I do?

Lan below didn't know how many more knives she had slashed. Even though her mind was relatively slow, she understood at this moment that she was just being teased all the time.

Having figured this out, Lan stopped, took back the bone knife, and stared coldly at the shadow that appeared in front of him again.

"My lord, after all these years have passed, have you become so weak that you dare not fight against a nobody like me, can you only use these insidious means?"

As Lan spoke, she shook her head with disappointment written all over her face.

That figure stood in front of Lan, motionless and did not say a word.

The other party's attitude made Lan completely angry.

Even if you were a real big shot in the Underworld back then, even if you were the Lord of Taishan Mansion back then.

But now, thousands of years have passed since your time, and the underworld has long since changed its appearance!
It's not what it used to be!
"My lord, do you find it interesting to play this hide-and-seek game all the time? Please accept my sword!"

As Lan said, he dropped the bone long knife in his hand.

The knife turned into an afterimage in the air, and then disappeared.

Lan clasped his palms together, and silently recited the incantation.

The next moment, a crack appeared on Lan's forehead.

Following the appearance of that crack, a black sword emerged from Lan's head like a snake coming out of a hole.

The sword was entwined with thick resentment, and there were countless roars of resentful spirits and ghosts from it.

After a while, the real body of the sword was revealed, and then suspended in the air, turning into a two-meter-long black giant sword.

"Oh, this is the sword of the guy in the dead city, do you have anything to do with him?"

Seeing the black sword that Lan sacrificed, the shadow in front finally spoke.

Hearing his voice, Lan did not show much surprise.

He was right, the owner of this sword used to be the City Lord of Death in Vain.

He is also the leader of his own law enforcement team.

Back then, Dizang pacified the underworld, and the city of vain death came under the rule of King Biancheng of the sixth hall.

And his own commander-in-chief was something that King Biancheng could not suppress, so he resolutely left the Sixth Hall and founded a law enforcement team to directly obey King Ksitigarbha.

This sword was given to Lan by his commander in chief. If he is in danger, summoning this sword is equivalent to the commander in person.

"That guy was rebellious back then, but he has become Ksitigarbha's lackey now. It's a pity." The shadow looked at Lan with a sarcasm in his tone.

Lan stared at the front closely. This mansion and his commander-in-chief are somewhat friendly, but no one knows what kind of grievances there are between the two.

So much so that despite Ksitigarbha's objections, the commander-in-chief insisted on finding this existence, which aroused Ksitigarbha's anger, and then suppressed him and banned the entire law enforcement team.

The current Lan knew that he was no match for the mansion lord, so he sacrificed the sword of the great commander without hesitation.

The black long sword floated in the air, and the aura from it was enough to scare a strong man of Yin God level.

But the figure didn't move, just raised his head, looked at the sword lightly, and said: "Not enough, this sword can't kill me, he was not my opponent back then, so what can a sword do."

Hearing his words, Lan's face immediately changed, but the next moment, a trace of determination flashed in her eyes, and with a wave of her hand, the black long sword whizzed away and slashed towards the man.

The black long sword magnified countless times in the air, like a divine weapon that descended from the sky, and fell towards that person head-on.

The sword carried an indomitable momentum, as if it could cut through the void.

At this time, the figure raised its head.

It was an old man who looked a little old.

He looked at the huge black sword that fell towards him, with a smile on his face.

Then he raised his hand, shot out two fingers, and grabbed the sword just like that.

boom!
The sharp sword fell, and a gust of wind blew up around it.

But at the next moment, the scene in front of her made Lan's eyes widen involuntarily, his face full of disbelief.

I saw that the sword was still standing in the air, but the tip of the sword had been grabbed by someone, and it couldn't move at all.

It was the old man who grabbed it, and just stretched out two fingers to clamp the sword.

The old man smiled slightly, then waved his hand.

The next moment, as if the sword had heard the call, it circled in the air, and then stabbed towards Lan.

At this time, Lan hadn't reacted to the shock just now, and stared blankly at the front with wide-eyed eyes.

Fortunately, when the sword was about to stab her, Lan finally came to his senses, and quickly dodged.

"what!!!"

With a scream, Lan knelt down on the ground with disheveled hair.

The black sword brushed past her body, and then disappeared.

It's just that in this short moment, although the black sword did not hurt her body, it left a terrifying wound on her soul.

For her who came from hell, the physical body is not important, because when she comes to the world, as long as she wants, the physical body can be changed at will.

You can choose your physical body according to your own preferences. Even if she wants to become a strong man or a beautiful girl, it is only a matter of one thought.

It's like staying in a hotel, you can choose whatever you want.

Physical damage is nothing to them.

But the soul is their root, because repairing the damage of the soul will pay an unimaginable price.

At this moment, Lan was kneeling on the ground, her eyes were bloodshot, she was injured and seriously injured.

Now Lan suddenly felt a little regretful, regretting that she shouldn't act alone.

Even if that Fujun is not as powerful as before, how can he be so easy to deal with.

But at this moment, Lan knew that he had no way out, if he couldn't beat the opponent, then he had only one result, which was death!
So Lan stood up again, then waved, and the white bone knife appeared in her hand again.

Lan jumped up holding the white bone knife, and rushed forward again without hesitation.

The white bone knife pierced the darkness and slashed at the man's head.

"You're not bad, you're pretty good at fighting, but it's not enough, far from enough."

The old man in front of him looked at Lan with a smile on his face, and said to her slowly.

Lan didn't listen to him at all, just swung the knife boldly, and then slashed down with all his might.

(End of this chapter)