The Ultimate Sword Master

Hearing this number.

Gu Han was silent for a moment, and looked outside. He saw that the originally empty small courtyard now had more than 2,000 heads, piled up in a mess, and blood formed a stream. The bloody smell was so strong that it was almost impossible to dissolve.

The entire Duke's Mansion.

It has completely turned into a dead place!

"Water source?"

Gu Han suddenly asked a question that made no sense.

"Yes."

Luo Wannian seemed to understand what he meant, and nodded: "There is an old well in the backyard of the Duke's Mansion. All the water used in the mansion is taken from this well."

Although it was an illusion.

But this was also a fact that had happened.

He was able to poison thousands of people in the Duke's Mansion silently as a mortal back then. It was naturally a perfect way to poison the water source while the mansion was celebrating.

The heads were still dripping with blood.

Not to mention the Duke's wife, Luo Xin and Luo Wen are Luo Wannian's father and brother. In the eyes of others, their actions are equivalent to patricide and patricide, which is a great rebellion.

But...

Gu Han doesn't think there is any big problem.

The only flaw.

"He died too hastily."

"It was a bit hasty."

Luo Wannian nodded and said woodenly: "But it's not a big problem, because... this is just the beginning."

While speaking.

He turned his eyes stiffly and looked at the three heads in his hand, his tone was silent.

"You said, right?"

Swish!

As soon as the voice fell, the three heads that had no breath of life and closed their eyes, as if they were resurrected from the dead, opened their eyes together!

"Dead."

"It's a relief."

Looking at the Duke's wife, who was originally graceful and beautiful, but now covered in black blood, twisted and hideous, with pain, resentment and malice intertwined in her eyes, he said seriously: "This is what you said, Madam, do you remember?"

"..."

The lips kept opening and closing, and the faces of the three heads were twisted, like dying fish, but... they couldn't make any sound!

Not only them.

Gu Han suddenly discovered that the more than 2,000 heads that filled the yard were also like the three people in front of him, as if they were alive, their mouths opened and closed, as if they had endured endless pain, constantly rolling and biting, like hell on earth, extremely creepy.

"I understand."

He naturally understood.

These people did not come back to life, but Luo Wannian collected their souls and sealed them in this illusion, enduring endless torture.

In other words.

This illusion is not just an illusion, but also the place where Luo Wannian took revenge again and again!

"Do you often kill them?"

"All the time."

"How many times?"

"I can't remember."

After a moment of silence, Luo Wannian said indifferently: "Maybe 100,000 times..."

He turned his eyes.

He looked at the three heads again and said softly: "I sealed them here and magnified their perception. Every time they take action, they will hear the sound of their flesh being cut and bones being chopped off, and see their heads being chopped off with their own eyes... again and again."

With every word.

The pain in the eyes of the three heads in his hand increased, until the end, they almost collapsed.

Gu Han was silent.

This kind of pain is indeed not something that ordinary people can bear. It is an understatement to say that life is worse than death.

"Indeed."

He sighed: "Sometimes, death is indeed a relief."

"But... it's not enough!"

Moving his feet with difficulty, Luo Wannian placed the three heads on the table in front of the spirit tablets with great effort, and said in a daze: "One hundred thousand times, how can it be enough? One million times, ten million times... it's not enough!"

"In theory."

Gu Han naturally didn't care about how the souls of the three people would be tortured, he cared about another thing.

"You were just a mortal at the time, how did you collect their souls?"

"Aren't you always very curious?"

Luo Wannian asked back: "Why am I a little different from other robbers? Why do they have no names, but I have? Why am I so much stronger than them?"

Gu Han frowned.

There are indeed too many doubts about Luo Wannian.

Let's not talk about other things.

The first time he came to this era, the Hongmeng robbery master he met in the illusion at that time was very different from the Luo Wannian in front of him!

"Hmm?"

Just when I thought of this, wisps of black air suddenly appeared around the corners of this broken house, like little snakes, constantly gathering and blending!

"Is this, Tribulation Power?"

Gu Han's pupils shrank, and he instantly found something wrong!

"Whose Tribulation Power?"

The Tribulation Power in front of him was very weak, at best it was the level of an Infinite Realm cultivator. More importantly, the aura of this Tribulation Power was somewhat similar to that of Luo Wannian, but there was an essential difference!

The thought flashed through his mind.

The Tribulation Power had quickly condensed and formed into a dark figure, landing in the house.

The Tribulation Master! ?

Gu Han's pupils shrank again. Although he was in an illusion, he recognized it at a glance. This black figure was the body of the Tribulation Master!

"Rare! So rare!"

Looking at Luo Wannian for a few times, the Lord of the Tribulation praised: "Before the great tribulation comes, I can actually meet such a good seedling. You are ruthless and have the heart to destroy all living things in the world. You are in line with the true meaning of the great tribulation. It is perfect for you to join my army!"

Gu Han was shocked!

What shocked him was not the opponent's strength. After all, he had known that before the great catastrophe really came, the source of the catastrophe was still brewing. Even if it was the master of the catastrophe, it would never be too powerful. It also needed to hide among the spirits of the world, constantly absorbing and transforming the tribes of all living beings, and becoming stronger step by step.

Compared to strength.

What shocked him was the tone and voice of the other party, which was extremely similar to the Hongmeng catastrophe master he met when he first came to this era!

Compared to him.

Luo Wannian looked at the approaching catastrophe master, his expression remained silent, and he said nothing.

"Not bad!"

"Very good!"

The catastrophe master was even more satisfied and praised: "Heart is as dead as ashes, resentment is soaring! The seed of natural catastrophe power! With your existence, it seems that it will be much easier to destroy the Hongmeng world."

His figure moved.

He came in front of Luo Wannian and said condescendingly: "From now on, you are the first catastrophe general under my command!"

As he spoke.

He slowly stretched out a hand and sank into Luo Wannian's chest.

"By the way."

After a pause, he added: "Let me introduce myself. I am the Great Lord of Hongmeng."

One sentence.

Like a thunderclap, it instantly cleared the endless fog lingering in Gu Han's heart, allowing him to see the truth and learn the secret of Luo Wannian!

"So that's it!"

"I understand!"

Take a deep breath and slowly calm down. He looks at Luo Wannian who is constantly assimilated by the Great Lord of Hongmeng, and his tone is a bit complicated.

"He is the real Great Lord of Hongmeng! You are not!"