Wanzun Sword Emperor

Chapter 385 Games
Li Yisheng walked over the tip of the sword step by step, as if the whole person didn't have the slightest weight at all.

Looking ahead, Li Yisheng stepped onto the cliff edge of Jianyuan step by step.

As Li Yisheng's footsteps fell, the dust on the edge of the cliff swayed and spread like water waves, all over the sky.

Li Yisheng lowered his head and glanced at the man in black robe, and found that the man in black robe still didn't move a single bit, as if he had just melted away.

The bronze mask under the hood of the man in black was even more ferocious because of the strange atmosphere.

"Should I call you Li Xuantian, or Li Yisheng?"

After a long time, a slightly hoarse voice came from the body of the black robe.

Yes, this voice did not come from the black-robed vocal cords, but from within its body, which seemed extremely strange.

"Is there any difference?" Facing such a black-robed man who was extremely terrifying to others, Li Yiyi's eyes were calm.

The man in black was silent for a while.

If he hadn't seen Li Yisheng's overbearing in the ruins, the man in black would not have asked such a question.

The accident that happened to Li Yisheng seemed to be much more serious than he, and even the organization behind him, thought.

"Maybe there is?" The man in black moved his body, and pointed to the position opposite the stone table in front of him, "Sit?"

As soon as the man in black moved, the dust on his body swirled, and the surrounding dust swept up from the ground, making him look a little choking.

However, the man in black was unmoved.

Obviously, he doesn't mind the environment.

Li Yisheng glanced at the dusty ground and the stone table, and his tone did not conceal his disgust, "I'm not afraid of getting myself dirty."

As he spoke, Li Yisheng walked across to the black-robed man, and with a flick of his white sleeves, the whole space took on a new look, all the dust was dispersed, and even the textures on the bluestone table were clearly visible.

Seeing the clean environment, Li Yisheng was slightly satisfied, and then sat down opposite the man in black.

"Even if it's dirty, it's not as dirty as your hands, Li Xuantian." The hood moved, and he looked at Li Yisheng in front of the bronze mask, and from the eye sockets, a shadowy gaze could be vaguely projected.

Li Yisheng disliked him, why didn't he dislike Li Yisheng?
Hands full of blood is sin and filth.

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Li Yisheng frowned slightly, and looked at the man in black in surprise, "It seems that I came to the right place, you do know something."

"I didn't expect that you still have memories." The voice of the man in black also began to change.

From the previous hoarseness to the current concentration.

However, the man in black robe didn't know how much Li Yisheng remembered.

However, since Li Yisheng had memories, it was obvious that everything they had done before was in vain.

Li Yisheng had already jumped out of their control.

"Let's play a game, you should have played like this before." The man in black robe said, putting his palm on the bluestone table.

As the man in black put his palm on the bluestone table, the entire bluestone tabletop changed and became extremely transparent, just like a mirror.

Under this mirror, many people live.

Some people are driving sheep, some are going to Beijing to catch exams, and some are performing arts in brothels.

Beggars, shepherd boys, scholars, singing girls, soldiers, beasts and tigers, it's like a small world.

Although to Li Yiyi and the black-robed man, it was just a palm-sized place.

But at least, for the people living there, their place is the world.

Li Yisheng was slightly surprised, thinking that the black-robed man was able to open up a boundary, which really surprised him.

But then Li Yisheng shook his head slightly.

That place is not the realm, but the space of the bluestone table, a space that can accommodate living things.

Such a space is obviously rare and cherished.

Li Yiyi looked at the world in the mirror, and found that the world inside the bluestone table was much smaller than the small world he was in before.

"How is it?" The black-robed man knocked on the mirror, and there were circles of ripples on the mirror.

As those ripples swayed, the world inside the mirror was also blown by strong winds.

The gust of wind was even enough to blow the giant tree that the three of them embraced in half.

As for those weak people, they were blown away directly.

"What game?" Li Yisheng looked up at the man in black.

When the man in black heard this, a chilling laughter came from his body, "This kind of game."

Following the words of the man in black, a light blue silk thread appeared on his fingertips.

The light blue silk thread is very thin, as thin as silk.

The silk thread was wrapped around his index finger, and the other end of the thread was tied with a pitch-black hook.

"This game is fishing for souls."

As the man in black said, the pitch-black hook was put down by him.

The hook sank into the mirror and fell into the mirror world. Then, under the control of the man in black, the pitch-black hook fell from the sky and directly sank into the body of a woman who was sending her husband out.

No one in the mirror world could see the pitch-black hook.

To them, the hook seems to be transparent.

Even the woman herself, when the hook entered her body, she didn't notice the slightest bit.

"The so-called hanging soul, that's it." The hoarse voice of the man in black came out again, and then he slowly pulled up the silk thread.

In the mirror world, the woman was waving her hands and watching her husband.

But the next moment, her body froze suddenly, and then slowly fell to the ground amidst the horrified shouts of the surrounding people.

I saw that as the man in black pulled up the filament, a somewhat illusory palm-sized figure was also dragged out of the woman's body by the pitch-black hook.

The hook hooked the woman's jaw and pulled her out just like that.

The woman struggled frantically, tugging at the hook with both hands, trying to break free from the restraints, but it didn't work.

There was panic in the woman's eyes, and the strong fear spread all over her body.

Seeing that she couldn't break free from the pitch-black hook, the woman stretched her hands vigorously, trying to crawl back to her body.

However, in front of the pitch-black hook, her struggles were all in vain, she looked so powerless and pale.

The woman turned her head to look down in horror, and looked at the servant girls who kept shouting, but no one noticed her.

She yelled desperately, but those people turned a deaf ear.

"Madam is sick, go and call the doctor!"

"Ma'am. I'm out of breath."

Down below, everyone in the courtyard fell silent, and the atmosphere was full of sorrow.

They all knew that Madam was sick, but the doctor clearly said that as long as she takes good care of her, she can get better.

Who would have expected that Madam would suddenly deteriorate?

The husband who had already left the house ran back, hugged his wife's body and cried crazily, saying that he should not leave and should take good care of her.

But he didn't know that on his head, his wife was struggling crazily, being caught by the black hook hanging from the sky, and hooked up.

(End of this chapter)