Difficulty: starting from the sword, halberd and demon

Chapter 50 The Wisdom of the Moon, the Pit of Sin
Everyone looked in the direction Tan Wuyu Fuchen pointed, and found that the boundary line of the black and white world was moving slowly as he said, and there seemed to be inexplicable laws in it.

Tan Wuyu saw that everyone understood, and continued: "As long as we use our body skills to pass through the gaps of these light beams, find the source of the black and white light beams, and destroy or block them, we will be able to break this barrier!"

"So that's it! You are worthy of being a genius of the moon. As far as I can see, your wisdom is not inferior to that one." Ghost beam Tianxia Fuxu praised.

"Talking upside down, it's wonderful!"

Still shaking his head, he said eagerly, "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!"

"Then please do what you can, Tan Wuyu is one step ahead!"

Tan Wuyu stepped on the invisible steps of the four images, and the whole person soared into the air, like a top, shuttled back and forth in the dense forest from left to right.

This is his self-created unique technique. He is invisible and roams around. Even in this dangerous dense forest, there is no surprise, no dust. To ordinary people, it is like a barrier of light from the sky. In front of him It's all child's play.

Guiliang Tianxia let out a long laugh: "Friends, Mingjing Qiushuang, Sheng Shaole, keep three points, you follow, and the rest stay where they are."

After saying that, it turned into a black whirlwind and followed the direction of Tan Wuyu.

The few people whose names were called by him responded one after another and followed closely behind, while the rest of the doormen also stayed where they were.

As the saint of Yiliu Four Pavilions, Tianjian Ji Xiaoshuang saw Beichen Yuanhuang still standing on the ground with the old god, and couldn't help asking out the worries in his heart.

"Isn't the pope afraid that the treasure is really going to be the first for others?"

With red hair like a phoenix feather and a red robe like a bathing flame, the Yiliu Pope smiled loudly and stared at him, showing the king's extraordinary confidence.

"Ha, only the Son of Destiny can get the treasure to control the world, and the rest of the common people are just the pioneers of the king."

However, the proud king is still cautious about the changes in the current situation.

"In the treacherous and difficult situation, every step needs to be perfect, and a line between them will be enough to cause changes in the martial arts that no one can predict.

"The corpses of those who took chestnuts from the fire will become the clearest signposts on the way to the end. The two men just now are good examples."

Ji Xiaoshuang bowed and saluted, sincerely convinced.

However, as the veteran of Yiliu, the Evil Awakener questioned Beichen Yuanhuang's self-confidence: "I'm afraid that if you want to catch the cicada, you will be thrown out of its shell by a golden cicada, making your plan empty talk."

"Hahahaha," Beichen Yuanhuang couldn't help laughing: "Will the heart as deep as the evil be affected by the anxiety of the world? Everyone here is mediocre in the eyes of this emperor. Compete?

"Only Guiliang Tianxia has a deep scheming mind, and he can be called an opponent. However, the three thousand diners under his sect are all shams. Compared with my emperor's evil Tianjian, the two men are all rats, birds, and ants, and they are nothing. So , who else can take away the treasure from this emperor?"

The evil one laughed and said: "With extraordinary ambition, extraordinary wisdom, and superb skills, Beichen Yuanhuang, the evil one admits that you are indeed the best candidate to lead Yiliu to rule the world."

Seeing that the elder who had been wandering outside finally surrendered completely, Beichen Yuanhuang showed a satisfied expression, and he waved his sleeve robe: "The time has come, let's go with the emperor!"

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Just when the treasure hunting incident in the Ghost River was in full swing, a ruthless killing was unfolding in the Pit of Sin.

As soon as Lonely Que and the man in black set foot on the land of the Pit of Sin, he immediately alarmed the sentinels on duty, and then, endless killers rushed in, vowing to step on his head and climb to a higher position in the Pit of Sin .

Lonely Que is not a good tempered person, he has always shown no mercy to those who want to kill him.

I saw him as light as a swallow, like a ghost, shuttling back and forth among waves of sinful killers, the lack of a knife in his hand was like a sickle of death, taking away several lives with every breath.

For this operation, Yunmengzhou deliberately handed over the five artifacts, the Guardian of Puzzlement, the Key of Good Fortune, and the Journey to Heaven, to Lonely Que just because he was afraid that something might happen to him.

And with the blessing of the divine weapon, Lonely Que didn't need to think about defense at all. His speed, which was already lightning fast, reached a terrifying state with the blessing of the journey to the sky, and even surpassed the operation of thinking at one time.

The killers lost their heads inexplicably without even seeing the figure.

Even when death comes, their hearts are full of doubts.

Am I dead?

How did I die?

Who killed me?

In just a short while, the killers in the Pit of Sin were routed and scurried away, unable to even touch the shadow of the enemy. How could they fight?
It was as if the attackers were not human beings at all, but ghosts and gods without bodies.

Lone Que didn't stop until there was no more people left in front of him, looking back at the man in black behind him with bloodshot eyes.

I saw him take out a nine-storey octagonal glazed pagoda from his sleeve. It is only one foot and three inches high, but it has exquisitely carved railings, exquisite windows, and even more subtle patterns on it. It looks like a priceless pagoda. artwork.

The tower wall is crystal clear, shining a bright halo in the sun, through the wall, you can even see the space inside.

There are small golden bells hanging on the eaves of each floor of the pagoda, and when they shake slightly, there will be crisp and melodious bells.

The man in black threw the pagoda upwards, pinched the magic formula with his hands, and chanted strange incantations in a low voice, the pagoda hovered in the air, and sprinkled a piece of clear fairy light downwards.

The fairy light was like soft and gorgeous brocade silk, covering the scattered corpses on the ground. The next moment, those corpses gradually melted and turned into a pool of blood, which was sucked back by the small tower against the fairy light!

After the small tower inhaled the blood, the body of the tower was gradually stained with blood red, and the fairy light emitted was no longer as clear as water, but also became bright red and strange.

The spell in the mouth of the black robe became more and more strange and gloomy. Lonely Que listened to it, feeling inexplicably upset, always wanting to chop something.

The effectiveness of the blood-colored fairy light has been greatly improved compared to before, and the speed of the dissolution of those corpses is also getting faster and faster.

The blood that was sucked back gradually turned into a trickle from a thread at the beginning, and now it has turned into a bloody tornado.

After a while, there were no more corpses on the ground, and there was no trace of their existence.

And the man in black stretched out his hand, and put the blood-filled little tower into his arms.

He smiled a few times at the somewhat anxious lonely face.

"Let's go, without these guys who came here to kill themselves, it's not so easy to find other people."

"Hmph, I know!"

With a wave of the knife in Lonely Que's hand, he chopped off an ebony tree beside the road.

"The moon is not complete and the loneliness is short, no, no one will survive!"

　Yan Wangsuo: I haven't appeared on the stage yet, why is someone pretending to be me?
　　Penglai: Let's just say, is there a possibility that if you appear late, you can count yourself as pretending to be him?

　　Yan Wangsuo: Broken, I became a substitute!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)