C145 (1/2)
”Boss, can you make it cheaper?” A scholar like man could squat on the ground, holding a rusty iron sword and bargaining with an old man.
The elder calmly took a puff of smoke and muttered, ”No.”
The scholar was about to say something more when he suddenly saw the ten thousand swords soaring up into the sky. He looked at the rusted sword in his hand with a conflicted expression before finally sighing helplessly and putting it down.
After disappearing from the old man's booth, the old man exhaled a mouthful of smoke and narrowed his eyes.
”Interesting, interesting. Now it's really interesting.”
Just as he was about to leave, a large man saw a bracelet on his stall. As he was about to speak, he discovered that there was nothing there.
It was as if the old man and the stall from before had appeared out of thin air.
The smoke he exhaled spread in all directions and covered the sky, as if it covered the sky.
The big man was stunned on the spot. Had he just met a deity? If he had known this earlier, he might have been able to form an Immortal affinity with her.
Mu Qiuqiu stood in front of the three thousand meter large bronze sword, and by his side, were ten thousand swords hanging high.
”All of you can stay here today.”
Xiao Yan's eyes gently looked toward the deeper parts of the Heron Eagle Valley and said in a gentle voice, ”Sorry, you smelly fellow. It seems that I cannot accompany you to the end. You must be fine by yourself in the future.”
As she spoke, Mu Qiuqiu's body gradually turned into pieces, but her eyes were filled with reluctance and attachment.
The fragments gradually fused with the sword's body. A jade bracelet fell from the sky and shattered into several pieces.
The fragmented jade fragrance dissipated and the sword appeared!
The massive sword broke through the thick clouds and descended towards the two people on the ground. The ten thousand swords fell together as the monk pressed his palm to the ground. A fiendish devil statue reached out with a withered and ugly palm.
The Buddha divided the good and evil, the good and the devil descended the demons, and at this moment, the monks also released their terrifying demons from hell.
One thought from the Buddha.
When the pale-faced man saw this, he let out a loud shout. Behind him, a huge city exuded a bloody and evil aura. The city gates were opened wide and thousands of ghosts cried.
Under the oppressive aura of the ten thousand swords, he also felt the fear of death. He no longer dared to hold back his trump card and took out his own treasure, the Ten Thousand Ghost Ye.
Rumor had it that Ye Xiwen was originally a huge city, but due to some unknown reason, all of the civilians in Ye City had died overnight, and everyone was like mummified corpses, with countless ghosts wandering inside. Those who went in had either died or had gone insane.
Later on, an old Daoist came to the capital of Ye. For the sake of these dead souls, Ye Xiwen disappeared from the Nine Continents overnight. He never expected that he would appear in the world once again in the form of a treasure.
Obviously, the pale-faced man was also extremely afraid of Mu Qiuqiu's sword.
In that instant, the ten thousand swords battled the Sky Demons.
Lu Beiyou felt unease in his heart, but he could no longer afford to be distracted by the situation in front of him.