The Ultimate Sword Master

In Mowu territory.

In silence, two ghostly figures fell down.

Bones, deep spring!

Although his identity was not revealed, just a trace of ghost energy was leaked, which made all the ghost soldiers crawl on the ground, unable to even raise their heads.

The rank gap is too big!

"Weird thing."

Youquan ignored them and felt something was wrong.

"It's strange indeed."

Baigu nodded, "It's too quiet here."

Along the way.

Everything in the territory is under their eyes.

lifeless!

None of the ghost generals, ghost handsome guys, and ghost schools were seen. They seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a bunch of ghost soldiers who didn't know what was going on.

"Are you feeling guilty?"

The will-o'-the-wisps in Bai Gu's eyes danced, and he said in a deep voice: "Kill Duan Ming, are you afraid that we will come to you, so you are hiding?"

"Won't."

Youquan shook his head, "If he really felt guilty, he wouldn't have sent Duan Ming's head over. He was clearly provocative and confident!"

His eyes turned.

Looking at the kneeling ghost soldiers, he said calmly: "Where is Mowu? Where has he gone? If you answer well, I will reward you!"

"Lord Mowu?"

A ghost soldier bravely said: "He hasn't come back for several years. He is usually in my king's ghost king's palace..."

"snort!"

Bai Gu sneered and sneered, "It's just as I thought, you are really hiding from Sanniang!"

"Sir...sir."

Just about to leave.

But another ghost soldier bravely said: "A few days ago, I saw Master Mowu coming back and taking many adults to the Chaos Zone..."

"wrong!"

Before Bai Gu could speak.

Another ghost soldier stood up and said firmly: "Didn't you hear that a ferryman showed up earlier? Several adults went there, and Master Mowu must be here too!"

Ferryman?

Bai Gu's heart moved.

"Where is he?"

Youquan was a little impatient, and there was a flash of ghostly energy on his body, and a faint pressure fell, and the ghosts almost exploded and died on the spot.

"In the Ghost King's Palace!"

"Going to the Chaos Zone!"

"It's probably time to find the ferryman!"

In order to get rewards, the three ghosts insisted on their respective opinions and almost got into a quarrel.

"Ah!"

However, Youquan didn't have the patience to tell whose words were true. He waved his hand casually, and the bodies of the ghost soldiers suddenly exploded into blood mist!

"interesting."

Baigu thought thoughtfully, "There is actually a ferryman showing up?"

"Isn't this better?"

Youquan's voice was full of murderous intent, "We don't have to prepare any more, just kill him and throw him to the ferryman!"

"Let's split up."

Bai Gu thought for a while and said: "I am relatively familiar with this place. Go to Sanniang's Ghost King Palace, and you go to the Chaos Zone."

"good!"

Compared to him.

Youquan's temperament was much more decisive, and he said directly: "No matter who sees him, just kill him!"

"Understood!"

There is no turning back when the bow is drawn.

Bai Gu also knew this truth, and no longer hesitated. The ghost fire in his eyes trembled again, and he immediately rushed in the direction of the Ghost King's Palace!

In situ.

Youquan took a deep look at his back, and with a sway, he also went to the Chaos Zone!

…

Chaos zone.

Boom boom boom!

Along with a roar, another realm disappeared in front of Gu Han.

"again!"

He breathed a sigh of relief.

During this period of time, he has been running around non-stop and has never been idle for a moment. Even though he is as tyrannical as he is, he feels a little tired.

He is cautious.

Except for the territory of Mowu, where Qianye came forward to lure the ghosts out, in the territories of other ghost generals, they would first make some noise and then wait and see.

A little less efficient.

The advantage is that the risk of exposure is also low.

"There aren't many left."

After taking a look at the information given by Wu Gui, he swayed and flew towards the next realm.

"about there."

Qianye said in a deep voice: "The noise you made is enough to shock the ghost clan. The longer the delay, the more variables there will be, and..."

There was a pause.

He sighed, "Sanniang really doesn't have many of her men left, and your efficiency will only get lower and lower."

With Gu Han's unremitting efforts.

In Gui Sanniang's territory, from the general level down, including more than 90% of the ghost schools, all became Gu Han's fish, and almost no one was left alive.

Nature.

There are too few Quan-Character Tablet Laws on those low-level ghosts. If you want to successfully escape from a realm, you can only rely on numbers.

during this time.

Gu Han couldn't even remember how many ghosts died in his hands.

only.

Although he understood the truth, he was a little unwilling to give up.

"the last one."

After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said: "You can't go through this in vain. How much can you save? At least you have to be worthy of this outfit!"

Hear the words.

Qianye stopped trying to persuade him.

Although Gu Han never mentioned it, he knew how deeply the experience of performing the mission for the first time had a profound impact on Gu Han.

especially.

The child who never tasted the fruit until his death.

…

Somewhere in the human realm.

As usual, under the leadership of the sacrificial witch, men, women and children from all tribes once again kowtowed and prayed to the female stone statue with pious expressions.

Below the stone statue.

It was filled with food, wild fruits, grains, and a small amount of meat that they couldn't bear to eat on weekdays.

suddenly.

A dirty little hand stretched out and secretly reached towards the offerings.

Snap!

It didn't touch them yet.

But it was slapped hard by a big hand.

With a wow sound.

The child, who was about three or four years old and was so hungry that he looked like skin and bones, burst into tears.

"This is for the messenger!"

A skinny man shouted with red eyes: "Who told you to touch it!"

"I'm hungry..."

"You can't touch it even if you're hungry!"

The man's heart was clenched, and he hardened his heart and said with a stern face: "This is disrespectful to the messenger..."

"Alas."

An old sigh sounded.

At the front of the crowd.

The old witch smiled bitterly, stood up tremblingly, took out a fruit from the offering, handed it to the child, and whispered: "Eat it."

I don't know how long he has been hungry.

The child took the fruit and started to eat it. Halfway through the fruit, he realized something and carefully passed the fruit to the man's lips, saying timidly, "Dad, you eat..."

"Dad is not hungry."

The man resisted the pain and pushed the fruit back.

There were more than one child, and seeing him eating so sweetly, the other children also secretly swallowed their saliva.

"Let's share it."

The priest sighed again, "Adults can bear hunger, but they can't."

Instantly.

A dozen skinny children rushed up.

"Jiujiu."

The man was anxious, "This is..."

"It doesn't matter."

The priest shook his head, "How can the messenger blame us for such a small matter?"

The man was stunned.

Looking at the stone statue.

He finally asked a question that he didn't dare to ask on weekdays, "Jiujiu, my grandfather is waiting, my father is waiting, and now I am..."

Touched the child's head.

He whispered, "Can we really see the day when the messenger comes?"

Hearing this,

The priest remained silent.

Gradually.

The man's eyes began to despair.

Not only him.

The rest of the tribesmen also had a sad face, and the last bit of light in their eyes was about to disappear.

"Yes."

After a moment, the priest looked at the stone statue, which was full of cracks and shaky. It was unknown how long it had been here.

"The stone statue will not fall."

He said firmly: "The messenger... will definitely come!"

As the voice fell.

The dim sky suddenly trembled, and the endless dim clouds continued to gather and turned into a vortex-shaped portal!

The next moment.

A figure fell from the sky!

Wearing a ghost robe, with an evil ghost mask on his face, his breath was cold and he didn't look like a living person.

"Messenger..."

The priest looked up at the sky, with an unbelievable look on his face, and murmured: "The messenger, it's coming."