Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

The wings of the gray jackdaw cut through the bloody moonlight, and the swaying bamboo shadows cast extremely twisted shadows on the path, like ghosts.

Ling Feng could feel the bronze coin in his palm suddenly becoming hot. The pain brought by the heat made Ling Feng couldn't help but raise his palm, but found that the coin was actually melted in his palm.

Moreover, in an instant, it sank into his palm and disappeared into his body, without a trace!

Ling Feng's eyelids jumped suddenly. This ghost place was full of weirdness, and this coin was thrown to him by those crows.

Now that the coin has merged into his body, he doesn't know if it will be plotted by the people behind the scenes of the Hesitation Street.

Ling Feng clenched his fists. At this point, he could only take one step at a time.

Flutter——

The sound of the crow flapping its wings was unusually clear on this terrifyingly quiet path.

When the twelfth jackdaw flapped its wings and flew over the heads of the three people, the sound of iron chains dragging on the ground suddenly came from the depths of the bamboo forest.

"Dang-clang-dang-clang-"

The sound filled with rust and the mottled of time came through the fog, and Ling Feng and Mio were instantly alert.

The black crow mark on Xizi's wrist suddenly began to ooze dark red blood.

Xizi staggered and stood a little unsteadily. Ling Feng hurried forward to support her waist and said gently: "What's wrong, is it happening again?"

"No..."

Xizi shook her head, "It's another feeling, just like..."

After a pause, Xizi gritted her teeth and said: "Something is calling me."

"Look over there!"

Mio's voice suddenly sounded, and the scepter she held high in her hand suddenly lit up, reflecting a building that suddenly appeared in front of her.

It seemed like a three-story building made of countless living flesh and blood. The lanterns hanging under the eaves were actually skinned skulls, with green ghost lights dancing in the eye sockets.

The plaque "Pawnshop No. 0" on the lintel was flowing with dark red liquid, sticky and moist, mixed with a strong smell of blood, blowing in the face.

"Hehehe..."

A strange laugh came from the attic, and Ling Feng and the other two suddenly widened their eyes. This laugh was even more creepy.

"Aren't you here to find me? Come in quickly!"

The voice in the attic was a little more impatient, and then, with a "bang", the door of the attic opened automatically, accompanied by a cold wind, blowing in.

"Welcome to Pawnshop No. 0!"

The hoarse voice was wrapped in the smell of burnt tobacco, and a cloud of green smoke slowly emerged in the shadow of the porch.

Then, a hunchbacked old man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with triangular eyes and a goatee, holding a jade pipe in his hand, slowly walked out of the smoke.

The sparks on the pipe flickered between the tobacco, and the old man would puff out smoke every few steps.

Ling Feng looked at the old man's robe, which was spotless and looked a little out of tune with the surrounding environment.

The next moment, Ling Feng's pupils contracted - the old man clearly had a pair of tiny horns on his forehead.

"Let me smell it."

The old man put the pipe under his armpit, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and then closed his eyes and sniffed through the air.

"Well, the younger generation of the Sasaki family?"

He opened his eyes and stared at Xizi. The next moment, the old smoker blew out a smoke ring, and the smoke condensed into the shape of the demon sword Muramasa in the air.

"Hehe, that old Muramasa is a man of his word. He promised to pay off his debt with his granddaughter's life..."

"What did you say?"

Ling Feng frowned and subconsciously protected Xizi behind him. The sword of Ten Directions Annihilation ignited a red-gold flame.

He could feel the power of the Seven Sins stirring in his body, as if awakened by some ancient existence.

"Just a joke, just a joke."

The old smoker waved his hand and suddenly approached Ling Feng. The pupil behind the lens split into six petals: "Interesting, you have their smell on you."

He raised his pale fingers and wanted to touch Ling Feng's neck, but his palm was halfway extended and retracted, and then he laughed: "Since you are the descendant of an old friend, and you have been guided by the gray jackdaw to come to Pawnshop No. 0, just say what you want to do."

"I want to get the sin blood back."

Ling Feng stared at the old man with a vigilant face: "Grandpa said before he died that if you go to the Hesitation Street and look for the Nightmare Shura, you can get the sin blood back. Senior should be the Nightmare Shura that Grandpa mentioned."

"Hehehe..."

The old man laughed like a night owl, and his pipe knocked out sparks on the counter.

"Is the old guy dead? Let me check!"

As he spoke, the old man's eyes trembled, and then the bottles and jars on the wall trembled in response. In each jar, there were all kinds of objects floating and sinking -

There were beating hearts, bloodshot eyeballs, tongues wrapped with runes, or just a piece of paper, a hair, a piece of skin...

After a while, the old man finally opened his eyes again and smiled sinisterly: "Back then, Sasaki Muramasa exchanged the blood for the demon sword. If you want to take the blood back now..."

The smoker flicked the ash, and the ashes fell to the ground and turned into a poisonous snake swimming towards Xizi, "You need a sword manual."

"Sword manual?"

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered the "Underworld Cangyue Slash" that Sasaki Muramasa passed on to Xizi and himself.

"Is it the Underworld Cangyue Slash?"

Ling Feng blurted out.

"It doesn't matter what the name is, but you need to complete the missing sword meaning of the demon sword."

Xi Zi gritted the silver teeth, took a deep breath, and sacrificed the demon knife.

"Senior, please see."

The next moment, Xi Zi waved the demon knife and showed the alertness of the knife taught by Grandpa.

When the last one of the "Dao Dao Yuyue" was performed, the smoke ghost also clapped his hands and applauded.

"Good and good, very good sword method."

"Can this sword scores be replaced back to sin?" Ling Feng and Xizi hoped.

"Ah, so." The smoker shook his head, "I'm afraid it won't work."

"Why not!"

Xizi bit her lips, "This is the knife method created by Grandpa's life!"

"No, just can't."

The smokers shook their heads, "I said that the qualifications of Sasaki Village were too bad, and the sin was said to be living, and I was afraid to become dead. In short, the sword just now can be used for trading. What else, but if you want to redeem the blood, sorry, you can't do it. "

The smoke ghost said, and vomited another cigarette ring. "You still have three hours to consider, but don't blame me to remind you that if it is dawn, if you do n’t leave, you will have to stay on the street forever."

"Anyway, I must sin?"

Ling Feng's eyes condensed. The reason why he lurked in black feathers took so much effort and deceived the trust of Sasaki Village. In the end, it was not for the crystallization of sin!

Now the old smoker said that he couldn't return, and he was busy with himself.

"Hey hey ..."

The corner of the smoke ghost's mouth was grinned to the roots of the ears, revealing his teeth: "Just use this girl's soul to resist."

Without falling, Xizi suddenly covered her heart and fell to the ground, and a cobweb -like black blood vessels appeared under the skin.

Lingfeng Hengjian was blocked in front of the girl, holding the ten parties in one hand, grabbing in the Zhengdao Village in one hand, crossing the cross on his chest.

Buw!

The two soldiers rushed up at the same time, making a slight tremor. The abacus beads on the counter beating by themselves, and various organs in the wall glass tank, and began to crazy impact.

"It's interesting."

The eyes of the smokers focus on Ling Feng's body, "I can give you a chance on their face."

During speaking, the figure of the smoke ghosts gradually dissipated in smoke.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"If within three hours, you can create a sword score that Sasaki is not able to complete, I can consider handing the blood of sin to you. Let's follow the guidance of Han Raven, there is a place, maybe you can help you and you. ""

The last few words turned into the crow'ssing. The next moment, the entire pawnshop suddenly began to move, and the flesh wall secreted the stinky mucus.

"This place is alive?!"

Ling Feng helped Xizi to retreat to the corner, and immediately waved the scepter and started the holy light.

Zizi!

The mucus dripped on the enchantment, making a sound of corrosion.

"Ah! - Ah !-"

The gray cold crow patted the wings and made a sharp and harsh sound, "Come with me! Follow me!"

Ling Feng's eyes condensed, and immediately looked at Xizi and 澪, and immediately rushed to the front.

After a while, everyone came to the front of a blood -colored bronze door under the guidance of Han Ru.

Ling Feng held his breath, and he saw the gap behind the bronze door vaguely, revealing the blood light, and the buzzing sound of countless incomplete blade, directly penetrating the eardrum.

Ling Feng reached out to pull the bronze door, but was blocked by the scepter in his hand.

"Are you really going to open? I always think that smoke ghost is wrong."

夜 Gently grit the silver teeth, everything I saw tonight was too incredible for her first sage who came out of the Purdue Academy.

"Are there any other choices?"

Ling Feng shrugged, and immediately reached out and grabbed the door.

When the fingertips touched the door ring, the bronze 饕 on both sides suddenly opened the scarlet eyes.

Buw!

The thick bronze door opened suddenly.

Everything that comes from the eyes is more appalling than expected.

This is a knife mound!

The flooding ground accumulated by the humus is covered with a broken blade, and each handle is wrapped around the faded nameplate.

When the yin wind crossed the knife, the sobbing sound echoed at the bottom of the valley, as if the thousands of dead spirits were crying.

As soon as Ling Feng stepped into the knife mound, countless black shadows poured out of the knife body.

They seemed to keep the tragic situation before death: there were samurai who were cut with the intestines to crawl, and the knifekers who were dug with their eyes wielded a blind stick, and the scorched monks read the mantra ...

The knife light condensed into Tianluo Diwang, each with the obsession of the killing.

"No wonder that guy said, here is helpful to the enlightenment knife."

Ling Feng frowned. This place seemed to bring together a knife guest who controlled the world's famous knives, and finally ended.

Perhaps it is an illusion, or it may be true, but the terrible mood really coincides with the evil spirits inspired by the demon knife.

"Greek, how is it, do you have any realization?"

Ling Feng turned his head to look at Xizi, and Xi Zi gritted his teeth and held the demon knife, but before he raised his arms, his face bit his lips pale, "I ... I have no strength at all!"

"It seems that I can only rely on me."

Ling Feng shook his head and smiled hard, grabbing the Demon Sword Village, and began to recall the night when Sasaki was awarded the sword.

But the next moment, he shook his head again.

It is really exquisite.

But after all, he failed to enter the eyes of the smoke ghost.

He was obsessed with the Dark Road Cang Yue Zhan. No matter how he tried to improve it, the final result would probably be unsatisfactory.

So, what he had to do was to create a complete sword technique within these three hours!

At this moment, the past in front of him suddenly turned upside down.

He seemed to be dragged from the sword tomb into the deepest part of the endless hell. There was no Xizi and Mio around.

Is it an illusion again?

Ling Feng frowned slightly, raised the blade, and wanted to tear open the illusion, but saw a headless corpse suddenly hugged his left leg tightly, and black blood spurted out of the broken neck: "Why don't you save me!"

Ling Feng backhanded and chopped away the resentful spirits. This is the Shura Road, the ruthless sword.

In an instant, countless illusions were overwhelmed. Ling Feng stared and chopped them with one knife.

One hour...

Two hours...

...

As the illusions of killing became more and more, the golden light in Ling Feng's pupils surged, and the Eye of the Son of Heaven frantically analyzed every bit of energy flow.

Suddenly, he saw a skeletal hand extending from the crack in the deepest part of purgatory, heard the soul-burying song from the other side, and the last sword technique was imprinted in his mind like a tattoo.

Instantly, the long sword in his hand seemed to sense the evil spirit gushing out of Ling Feng, and the blade seemed to melt, flashing with a scorching light like magma.

"Break!"

The blood-red crescent rose into the sky, and the moment it collided with the giant blade, the entire sword tomb shook.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, Ling Feng knelt on one knee and gasped, and the edge of the blade of Shifang Jumie in his hand actually grew the wave pattern unique to the demon sword.

Wait...

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment. He always thought that he was holding the demon sword Muramasa, but at this moment, where is the demon sword?

Shifang Jumie swallowed the demon sword? ? ?

Bang bang bang bang!

Amid the explosions, the broken swords around the sword tomb were all turned into dust. The dead souls attached to the broken swords wailed, with reluctance and relief...

As countless resentful spirits dispersed, the evil spirit lingering in the sword tomb finally dissipated.

Ling Feng gently stroked the blade. Did his swordsmanship work?

But Shifang Jumie swallowed the demon sword, so how could this be counted?

He blinked and looked around, but Xizi and Mio had already disappeared... (End of this chapter)