Distress: Nilong Changming Knife is Invisible

Chapter 1366
Just as the spy's head fell and blood gushed out, suddenly a cold wind blew up, a ghostly aura filled the air, and a mist spread. The Temple of Doomsday instantly turned into the Palace of Hell!

Then, a zombie in official robes, a ghost doll in red, and a Japanese swordsman appeared from the cold ghost fog, and attacked the master of Taixue from three sides!

"die!"

"Die!"

"The power of the god of death should not exist in the world!"

"Ah."

The master of the Imperial Academy chuckled, "Who is it that is not tolerated by the human world among the undead souls that are neither alive nor dead?"

The Master of Taixue was a little surprised at first, but now he remembered that in the memory of the God of Death, there was a group of resentful souls who were transformed by him. They were called Huangquan Leads. They did not belong to the living, but they could not return to the underworld either. They wandered in the human world all day long and could not find peace.

So you hate death so much?

But we also need to see if we have the qualifications to stand in front of the god of death and shout.

While the master of the Imperial Academy was thinking rapidly, three figures had already attacked him. The red-clothed ghost kid spewed out a dark green corpse poison, which corroded the air and made a hissing sound!
The zombie in official robes has dark green ghost claws on both hands, and its poison skills are just as good as his!
The blade of the Japanese swordsman is even more ferocious!
But the master of Taixue was calm and composed. He just raised his hand, turned his palm, and then pressed down. A burst of energy suddenly burst out, and immediately the corpse poison, ghost claws, sword light, and the three figures were all frozen!

Then, a strange power shook the master of Taixue's body, and his three moves were shattered, and three figures flew backwards!

"Is this all you can do? You are not even qualified to be toyed with by me."

"hateful!"

"presumptuous!"

"kill!"

The three figures rushed towards Taixuezhu again, but were still knocked back by a random palm. However, this time, only two people were knocked back. The Japanese swordsman was pinned down on the head by Taixuezhu and could not move!

"Not knowing when to advance or retreat, once is boring, twice is even more unpleasant."

"You go!"

The head of the Imperial Academy spoke calmly, and was about to exert force to confine the swordsman, but he saw a cold light flash in the swordsman's eyes, and ghost energy surged all over his body, and then his body suddenly swelled into a ball!

boom!
With a loud bang, the swordsman exploded into pieces, and the horrible corpse poison in his body gathered towards the master of Taixue!

"Even if an ant sacrifices its life, in the eyes of the god of death, it is nothing more than a trifle for its own amusement."

The master of the Imperial Academy simply waved his hand, and all the corpse poison returned to his palm, condensing into a small ball.

But then I saw the other two figures had already disappeared into the fog and fled away.

"If you want to join the game, this is far from enough. Huangquan Guide, do you have anything that will impress me?"

The Master of the Imperial Academy spoke calmly, still showing no intention of getting up from the throne of bones, but it was obvious that he had been intrigued by the Yellow Spring Guide.

"Grandmaster! ...Poof!"

But when the head of Taixue wanted to call in spies to investigate the true strength of the Yellow Spring Guide, suddenly a figure turned into light and flew over. As soon as he appeared, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

The person who came was Xia Fengdu. Her extremely charming figure was now in a very disheveled state, with disheveled hair and several knife scars on her body. It was obvious that she was seriously injured.

"interesting."

The head of the Imperial Academy could tell at a glance that the swordsman who injured Xia Fengdu was very good. He could even imagine how cold, beautiful and tragic that swordsmanship was. He used his palm to help Xia Fengdu dispel the remaining sword energy in his body and asked, "Who hurt you?"

"The son of the Sword Emperor of the Desert Clan."

Xia Fengdu is good at using witchcraft. He is the remnant of the Desert Witch Cult. He was driven out of the desert by the desert clan and became a blood list killer.

The one who hurt her was Mo Dao Juechen, the son of the Sword Emperor, who was a good friend of the intelligence chief of the Yekou Alliance and came to the Central Plains to track down the remnants of the Witch Cult.

That is, someone's cheap fourth uncle.

"Son of the Sword Emperor? That's interesting." "Master Taixue, the hatred between the Wu Cult and the Desert Clan is as deep as the sea. Desert Sword Juechen will not let me go, and he is the strongest swordsman in the desert. I wonder if you can protect me?"

"Oh, I've already said that I'm interested in him. Go to Fengdu, your little tricks are unnecessary."

Xia Fengdu looked at Taixuezhu seductively, "Women always need more security. Can you give it to me?"

"That depends on how much fun the so-called Son of the Sword King can bring me."

"If he's not interesting enough, the people around him might make you more interested."

"You act in secret and your whereabouts are hard to track. The reason why Mo Dao Juechen was able to find you is because of that person?"

"My actions are covert, and it is difficult for ordinary people to investigate. But for the intelligence chief of the Yekou Alliance, it does not seem to be a problem. Before you can help me solve the problem, I will stay in this mechanical city and recuperate."

"Oh, things are getting more interesting..."

On the other side, a market place somewhere.

"My friend, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still so ignorant of romance."

Yu Bufan was dressed in casual clothes, waving a folding fan in his hand, and opposite him sat a solitary swordsman who was handsome yet experienced, elegant yet profound, and who had wandered around the world.

It was none other than the object of Yu Bufan's "rekindled love", someone's cheap fourth uncle, Mo Dao Juechen.

"You've changed a lot."

Mo Dao Juechen is a man of few words, seemingly keeping people at a distance, and being indifferent to Yu Bufan. However, he gives Yu Bufan a very familiar and nostalgic feeling. He knows that this is still the good friend he is familiar with, who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

"After all, it's been a long time, and I've been through a lot. How about you? Have you experienced anything interesting in these years?"

"No, just waiting and searching."

"I have also been helping you investigate, but the Alliance knows too little about the Western Regions and cannot find any key information."

What Yu Bufan was talking about was the sword of Mo Dao Juechen, the Desert Divine Sword.

Mo Dao Juechen used this sword to expel the Desert Witch Cult and made his name in the Western Regions. However, as he continued to swing the sword, he seemed to be able to hear his father Dao Huang's cries of pain, and blood oozed out from time to time. Mo Dao Juechen was extremely surprised by this, but after much investigation, he found nothing. He could only seal it with a talisman cloth strip, and would never swing the sword until it was a life-and-death situation.

"You have helped me a lot. From now on, I will pursue on my own."

"Oh, my friend, are you going to leave me alone?"

"You have your life."

"Don't worry, I've used my indenture to buy myself a long vacation, so I have plenty of time to spend with you, my friend."

"You... don't need it, go back."

"Oh, my friend, you are still so serious. I am, well, I will explain it to you slowly. Let's go and continue to track Fengdu."

"no need."

"Um?!"

There is no need for this voice. It was not said by Mo Dao Juechen, but a voice that came from the sky.

The sky suddenly turned red, black thunder rumbled through the clouds, and a figure in a black robe with golden threads descended.

"Master Taixue!"

Yu Bufan revealed the other party's identity in one sentence. At the same time, he threw the folding fan in his hand, pinched his fingers, and used the secret technique of calling the wind and rain. Suddenly, heavy rain fell from the sky around him, and strong winds blew. People in the market scattered and dodged.

Mo Dao Juechen also looked at Taixuezhu with a serious expression. The pressure this person gave him could only be described as terrifying.

"Xia Fengdu is in the Temple of Doom, but if you want to see her, it depends on whether you are qualified."

(End of this chapter)