The Demon Lord has too many aliases

"Then..." Under Yan Weilou's puzzled gaze, the old village chief gritted his teeth, reluctantly took out a wooden box from his sleeve, held it up with both hands, and held it directly in front of Yan Weilou.

"I just want to ask Mr. Yan to accept this thing.

He raised the wooden box high, held it over his head, and explained: "This has been passed down from generation to generation by my ancestors. Even the old man has never seen the contents of the box... It is said that the ancestor was the last prince of Dayou." A close bodyguard, this thing was entrusted by the prince.

There is another instruction, Dayou has been destroyed, wait for the time to move.

If there are changes in the world in the future, the king's business will prosper and everything will return to its original owner.

" At this point, the old village chief smiled bitterly.

I'm afraid the ancestors back then would never have imagined that they would swear allegiance to Dao Ji's tool.

He held up the wooden box in his hand respectfully: "...This is now an ownerless thing.

Mr. Yan has shown great kindness to his hometown, and I hope Mr. Yan will accept this gift.

" Yan Weilou took a deep look at the respectful old village chief with gray hair and beard, and secretly praised his cleverness.

If the old village chief handed this thing to Yan Weilou, he wouldn't believe it if he said it was entirely to repay his kindness.

I'm afraid it was only after seeing the fate of Xu Hui, a descendant of the royal family, that I realized that everything in this world is empty, only strength is real.

No matter what was in the box, it was beyond the reach of a small village like them.

Unless it is shelved forever, once the slightest rumor is leaked, the fate of Dayou's lineage will be their fate.

It would be better to dedicate it to Yan Weilou, a young man who seems to have a good background. Maybe he can get the other party's protection. This is the long-term solution.

After a second thought, he understood what the old village chief meant. Yan Weilou did not delay, reached out to take the box, and still smiled brightly: "Thank you very much, father-in-law.

” This means that he agreed to the subtext of the old village chief and was willing to include Xiaoye Village under his protection.

The old village chief said "you're welcome" and smiled tremblingly, revealing a mouth of sparse and yellow teeth.

"The treasure entrusted to you by the last prince of Dayou? Once the world changes, will it be returned to its original owner?" After getting back on the road, Yan Weilou looked curiously at the wooden box in his hand and said in a joking tone.

"...Is it possible that this is still an important treasure that can help Dayou recover the country?" Su Xinghan speculated on the side: "That's not necessarily true.

As far as I know, the Dayou royal family has always liked to tinker with some weird things. They even specially opened the Zuowu Division to recruit alchemists, swordsmiths, formation masters from all over the world... and other deviant disciples to create There are many things that have never been seen before in the world.

Maybe this is one of them? " At the end of the sentence, his tone was a little uncertain.

“Originally it’s dispensable, but what you said, Mingguang, really tickled my heart.

" Yan Weilou laughed, stretched out his hand and pressed on the side of the wooden box, and the extremely pure Qi was input into it along the complex formation lines, and a formation aura lit up on the surface of the wooden box.

He seems to be born with a strong talent for how to decipher various formations. He can see through the flaws of many unseen formations at a glance - perhaps this is also the experience left behind by "Yuan" - but the three earth breaths are not enough. When I arrived, I heard only a soft sound, and the wooden box opened in response.

It is the size of a goose egg, as black as ink, but crystal clear, like a pure black amber stone, lying quietly in the wooden box, with a piece of snow-white and delicate silk underneath, and there seems to be a halo flowing on the surface.

Wisps of evil spirit floated vaguely from it, giving it a chilling chill.

But this evil spirit only passed away in a flash. No matter how you look at it afterwards, it looks like an ordinary piece of "ink stain".

Yan Weilou was stunned.

Despite his boasted rich experience, he couldn't recognize the origin of this thing, let alone its use.

"Dragon-Breaking Stone!" Su Xinghan blurted out.

Yan Weilou immediately looked at him and asked curiously: "Does Ming Guang recognize this object?" Xu Xinghan nodded: "This is a strange stone naturally formed deep in the dragon's veins.

When the country is destroyed, evil spirits will be born in the dragon's veins.

Only after experiencing at least the destruction of the Tu Dynasty and being stained with the blood of several Tu Dynasty emperors, and by chance, can the Dragon-Breaking Stone be formed.

" Yan Weilou listened to these unheard secrets with great interest and urged Su Xinghan to continue talking with his eyes.

"It is said that the magical weapons made from the Dragon-Severing Stone can cut off a country's luck, cut off a country's earth veins, weaken the emperor's power, and destroy evil spirits and ghosts. It has some unpredictable abilities.

"Speaking of this, Su Xinghan added, "However, this was all said by those magicians in Zuowu Division who liked to study heavenly secrets and arithmetic. It is not yet known whether they can do it or not.

"After all, martial arts practice is orthodox in the vast land of China. Even if there are some customs of worshiping ancestors and gods, it is just for peace of mind.

Practitioners do not believe in the existence of gods. A practitioner who has practiced to the extreme is equivalent to a god to ordinary mortals. They don’t even believe in gods, and those theories about luck and ghosts are of course regarded as nonsense.

In the eyes of the world, including the method of measuring the secrets of the heavens, it is not as illusory as the so-called fortune-telling and fortune-telling, but calculation based on the number of stars in the sky, which is another method of practice.

In short, everyone is logical.

"Hmm, it sounds useful.

"Although Yan Weilou was not interested in using this thing to overthrow any dynasty, he still put it away out of curiosity, "...will you try it out someday? "It was about two hundred miles from Xiaoye Village to Lianshanwu. The two of them traveled in the air, but one day they came to the sky above Lianshanwu. Looking down from top to bottom, they saw only a small patch of black and red on the top of the mountain. There were corpses floating all over the place, and the land soaked with blood was black and red, like a hell on earth.

It has only been a short time since he crossed the Nine Nethers and slaughtered all three mountains and nine villages. If it were an ordinary person, the corpses would probably stink.

However, even Shanwu's gangsters were at least warriors who had penetrated the eight shackles, and their bodies were more powerful than ordinary people. At this time, these scattered corpses looked lifelike, and even the frightened expressions before death were still frozen on their faces.

"...I feel it!" As soon as he walked into the gate of Lianshanwu, Su Xinghan suddenly spoke, with a hint of joy in his eyes.

His steps changed and he walked in a certain direction. Yan Weilou quickly followed behind him.

Arriving at the back mountain of Lianshanwu, Su Xinghan waved his sleeves and brushed aside a thick mountain wall. Amidst the loud rumbling sound, a dark hole appeared in front of them.

Su Xinghan breathed out a breath.

Immediately afterwards, there was a flash of cold light in the cave, and something burst out of the air, and quickly flew towards Xiu Xinghan as if there was a reaction.

He reached out his hand and took it in his palm.

An extremely cold sword intent spread out, with Su Xinghan as the center, within a few feet, the weeds on the ground seemed to have been cut by something, and all of them were missing pieces, as well as the surrounding mountain walls and The rocks also turned into powder in an instant, like a vacuum zone.

Perhaps the only "obstruction" that had not been removed was Yan Weilou. The cold sword intent, like a passing cold wind, turned into a spring breeze around him, passing by without even touching a corner of his clothes.

Yan Weilou praised: "It's just a fragmented remains, and there is such a sharp sword intention... Divine Sword Chao Mu is really extraordinary!" When the sword intention suddenly broke out, Yan Weilou stood motionless in place, and there was no such thing. There was no reaction at all, as if what was coming was just the gentle breeze.

At this time, the sword intention has been withdrawn, and it is even less likely that he will react.

There was only a smile of admiration on his face.

He was still a little curious: "I wonder which one is stronger or weaker compared to the Canghai Divine Sword of the Canghai Sword Sect?" As soon as he finished speaking, Su Xinghan almost blurted out: "How can Canghai compare to Chao Mu?"