The Art of the Great Sword

She stared at the War King with her beautiful eyes and said, "In your eyes, my Lord is actually a demon?"

The War King had already deduced her identity from the words of the Lord of the Undead.

She was the minion of the Great Terror. Although she didn't know why she appeared in the other world, since she was with Fang Qingyang, it proved that Fang Qingyang and the Great Terror were also inextricably linked.

He looked at the Lord of the Undead and said, "Isn't it?"

"Just the breath emanating from the Great Terror created a sky abyss, and even made Longyuan suffer from the pollution of evil forces. If this doesn't prove that the Great Terror is a demon, what else can prove it?"

When the Lord of the Undead heard this, a complex look appeared on her face.

"I didn't expect that after countless years, the Lord would become the demon in your mouth."

Her expression was lonely, unwilling, and more, hatred.

The hatred was not directed at them, but at their real enemies.

Fang Qingyang didn't know the origin of the great terror, but he was eager to know their origin.

Looking at the emotions displayed by the Lord of the Undead now, he felt that he might soon know some secrets about the great terror from her mouth.

However, what surprised Fang Qingyang was that the Lord of the Undead said at this moment: "Forget it, time will prove everything."

After saying this, she moved her eyes not far away and said: "You have already left the sleeping place, why don't you tell them the truth?"

There was nothing in the place where her eyes could reach.

However, after her voice fell, a burly middle-aged man gradually appeared.

The middle-aged man carried a stone tablet on his back, which was the Shenlu tablet.

He looked at the Lord of the Undead and said: "If we reveal what happened in the past, it will cause big trouble."

Their former enemies were too strong, and even mentioning their names could be sensed by them.

If the enemy knew that they were not dead, they would be killed again!

The Lord of the Undead looked at the middle-aged man indifferently and said, "So you, who were fearless, have become a coward after years of baptism?"

The middle-aged man heard this and explained, "It's not that I'm cowardly, but meaningless excuses may implicate His Majesty. How can I explain it?"

His words also made the Lord of the Undead fall into silence.

Their enemies are too strong.

When they fought against the enemy at their peak, they were not even a match.

Some people even turned against them, causing them to suffer heavy losses.

To some extent, they are all dead. It was their Lord who reunited their residual souls and sealed them in their former weapons, slowly nurturing them.

As for whether they can wake up, it depends on their luck.

After countless years, some people have woken up, while others are still sleeping. As for whether they can wake up in the future, it is still an unknown.

As the first middle-aged man to wake up, he did nothing after knowing that the reputation of the Lord had been tarnished, which made the Lord of the Undead very angry.

But she also knew that the middle-aged man was telling the truth.

Once those names were mentioned and attracted their attention, they would be completely finished.

At this moment, whether it was Fang Qingyang or the War King and his party, they had no idea what the Lord of the Undead and the middle-aged man were talking about.

For the War King and his party, it was a little hard to imagine that the Shenlu Tablet appeared again and was carried on the back of a middle-aged man.

This is a treasure whose grade surpasses the Reincarnation Spirit Weapon, and it is also the fundamental reason why the Shenlu Empire can be called one of the four holy places.

In the past, they never knew that the Shenlu Tablet had other owners. Now seeing this middle-aged man carrying the Shenlu Tablet, they, the monks from the Shenlu Empire, didn't know whether they should ask for the Shenlu Tablet.

With the appearance of this middle-aged man, the atmosphere here became particularly dull.

After a long while, the middle-aged man pointed at Zhao Fanghao, who was being tortured by the undead, and said, "They are all geniuses, can you let them go?"

The Lord of the Undead heard this and said, "Why should I let them go?"

"What kind of geniuses are they?"

"They have forgotten who gave them everything they have today, and they even regard him as a being possessed by the Lord."

"If it were just that, it would be fine. This person obviously has ulterior motives. He has been looking for him, just to read his memory and take away everything from the Lord!"

"You have been following him, don't you understand such an obvious thing?"

If the Lord of the Undead gave the power of life and death of Zhao Fanghao to Fang Qingyang before, then now, she has controlled the power of life and death of Zhao Fanghao in her own hands.

She knew that the great terror that Zhao Fanghao and others mentioned was their Lord.

And the purpose of their search for Fang Qingyang was not to help him, but to persecute him!

The middle-aged man heard what the Lord of the Dead said, and he said, "But he was not possessed by the Lord."

The Lord of the Dead said, "So you didn't stop him, right?"

She suddenly felt that this middle-aged man was ridiculous.

If it were him, he would have secretly killed those people who were full of malice towards the Lord.

The middle-aged man was a little tongue-tied. He didn't know how to explain to the sharp-tongued Lord of the Undead. He simply moved his eyes to the direction of Broken Soul Mountain and said, "I'm afraid that the Sword Saint of Mangshan alone is not enough to deal with those guys. I'll go help him!"

After he said this, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Seeing the middle-aged man escape, the Lord of the Undead looked uncertain.

And the people of the Shenlu Empire, feeling their current situation, were completely in despair.

The middle-aged man had obviously intended to save them before, but the words of the Lord of the Undead beat his intention to save them out of the sky.

Now they are facing this Lord of the Undead in the Quasi-Emperor Realm, how should they deal with themselves?

"Everyone, if you want to live, surrender to him, otherwise, die!"

The Lord of the Undead pointed at Fang Qingyang, and the murderous aura on her body was completely blooming at this moment.

For a moment, the monks in the peak samsara realm felt that their lives were like a boat swaying in the wind and rain, and could capsize at any time!

"Haha, what's there to be afraid of in death? You're dreaming if you want me to surrender to a bug in the first samsara realm!"

Zhao Fanghao is not dead yet, and the undead lord's undead devouring will not take his life easily, but before Zhao Fanghao dies, he will definitely endure endless pain.