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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty One, Brother, It’s been a Long Time

Not only did he steal the dinner, he also provocatively sent the leftover bones to him.

Is this what the ghost dance has done without misery.

In the heart of the Black Death Year, Wu Miu was suspicious for the first time.

Because according to his understanding, in this infinite city, the only person who can do this kind of thing is Ghost Wu Guo Wu Mi.

But what reason does that man have to mock him so much.

Although they both hid in this deep underground, the two said that they had pity for the same disease, and shared happiness and sorrow.

After five hundred years of getting along, he thought he knew enough about it.

That selfish man is extremely selfish, and arrogant and arrogant to an indescribable man.

But in this case, even if it is out of self-protection, he would not make such an ignorant provocation.

He was deeply confused about this, but it was the next moment.

He was startled slightly, and saw a faint scar between the skeleton’s spine and ribs.

Some are familiar, but very strange.

A strong breath swelled in the skeleton’s body, which vibrated the air.

“Brother, it’s been a long time.

-Dao’s abrupt voice rang in Hei Si Mou’s ears, he was shocked, and then he took a step back in amazement.

His eyes were fixed on the ordinary skeleton, in disbelief.

Because the voice just now clearly pointed to this strange skeleton, what made him even more unacceptable was that the owner of that voice turned out to be his brother who had almost completely forgotten.

Following the country’s fate.

“Because of this look, don’t you know the younger brother whose body was cut off by your own hands?”

The skeleton of Jiguo Unity did not move, but the voice was transmitted from his body so abruptly, clearly and powerfully, as if he was exactly the same before his death.

Because he knew that he would have this inevitable encounter with his brother, it is always a pity that there is no body organ that can speak. For this reason, he developed the ability to communicate without using body organs.

By vibrating the invisible air, simulate the vocal cords that occur, and then express what you want to say.

This kind of technique made Vale a little astonished.

The principle is simple, but no one can do it.

Hei Si Mou instantly used blood ghost skills to transform a hideous-looking sword, and his six eyes were all at a loss and helpless, and there was a touch of fear that could not be covered.

He couldn’t imagine that he was jealous of his younger brother who had chased him all his life. What was it because he was able to wake up from more than four hundred years of slumber.

Then, in what way, walked out of the land that buried him, and then found him, to complete the mission that seemed to be accomplished more than four hundred years ago–

For the pursuit of a betrayer.

Just think of this man appearing here with this purpose, and spanning a full five hundred years of time span, paying an unknown huge price.

We must also meet him more than four hundred years later, and have the ultimate goal of killing him.

Black Death Mou felt shuddering.

What an obsession, what an incredible thing.

Even a ghost that can live forever is unimaginable.

“Yuanyi, is that you?” He asked again, confirming.

“Brother Yansheng, it’s been more than four hundred years, is this still a sad posture.” Ji Guoyuan shook the Qi in his body, and slowly moved a few steps towards Hei Si Mou, as if he wanted to see him now. More clearly.

In fact, he didn’t have eyes at all, he just used the power to see through the world to see the current black death clearly.

Even after more than four hundred years, he is still not accustomed to the name of his brother Heisi Mou, and still calls him the ancient name of Jiguo Yansheng.

After Hei Si Mou heard Yuan Yi’s confession, he didn’t have the slightest fluke, and his face turned pale.

Then he laughed tremblingly, trying to conceal the fluctuations and panic in his heart.

“It’s been more than four hundred years, hahahaha, will you come out of Fengmuhong to compete with me, who has exercised more than four hundred years.”

“Look at what you look like now, I am more like a ghost than I am a ghost! Is this what you want, fate!!”

He screamed and vented his emotions. For more than four hundred years, he has never been so gaffey as he is now.

Yuan Yi’s skull slowly lifted up, calmly looking at his hysterical brother.

“Yes, brother, maybe you are right, how is my current posture different from that of a real ghost.”

“I once thought that maybe I shouldn’t appear in this era. For a human being, there is no chance to live until five hundred years later.

Ask for flowers,

“But because I know that you are still living in this world, so I have a reason to walk in this world.”

Ji Guoyuan put his hand on his knife and slowly pulled out the ancient sword.

The crimson color seemed to radiate holy light, causing pain in the six eyes of Black Death Mou, when he heard something.

“I didn’t come here to take revenge.”

“I want to end this sad fate of my brother.”

Hei Si Mou furiously slashed out his own knife. This blow condensed his ultimate strength for more than four hundred years, betting on the dignity and integrity of his brother.

“I don’t need anyone’s mercy!”

Especially as the younger brother of Jiguoyuanyi.

His six eyes were red, and countless blade winds and full moon staggered towards Yuan Yi.

“Moon’s Breath, Six Types of Long Night, Solitary Moon, Infinite!”

He knew exactly how powerful Yuan Yi was. Those ordinary tricks were no longer useful for his unattainable brother.

So all he could use was the stronger tactics he had worked hard over the past four hundred years.

Facing the grand and magnificent offensive, Ji Guoyuanyi’s skeleton was completely unmoved, but pulled out the sword completely, and then slashed it head-on.

In an instant, all the moon and blade wind were shattered by a single blow, unremarkable, but that kind of desperate ventricular pressure once again struck Black Death’s heart.

This time it was like the night four hundred and twenty years ago. On that day, he dragged Yuchu’s old eighty-year-old body to his eyes, and then slashed out the invincible posture of Fenghua.

It seemed that the eighty-year-old body had no effect on him.

But for four hundred and twenty years, now he was only left with an ancient skeleton, perhaps just a fragile body that a child could break with a stone.

But he still only used one sword.

The only difference is that he is no longer the one he was 420 years ago.

If he can’t even defeat the fate of 420 years ago, then what is the point of his betrayal of the ghost killing team for more than four hundred years. corpse,