Chapter 1778: One Sword

The sword is a spiritual green color, spotless, and the blade is pitted.

The lamp is made of two old bronze pieces at the top and bottom, with three thin copper pillars in the middle. It is extremely simple.

Even the candles were burned to the end, as if they would be extinguished if the wind blew.

This image of this person does not move.

The hundred-foot fierce ghost in front of him was already trembling.

"Woo...Woo..."

Li Gui let out a low sobbing sound from his mouth. He had already lost his intelligence, but now he was instinctively fearing and begging for mercy.

Its call still had no effect.

The mutation is not over yet!

After the day turned into night, not only the place under and behind the fierce ghost, but also the ghostly atmosphere was rising.

Soon, the "ghost" that seemed to have turned into a black swamp expanded and began to extend outward.

Extremely fast.

Not long after, it was about to reach the foot of Cao Erzhu.

Among the ghosts, accompanied by the sound of "chi la", one after another ghost hands and bone claws were found, supporting the ground, pulling out the broken body, the corpse body, and the ghost body.

"whispering sound!"

"Hiss!"

"Ho-ha, ho-ha..."

Suddenly, hundreds of ghosts roamed the night.

The screams came one after another.

After all the ghosts appear, they appear to be visually impaired, staggering forward without choosing the direction, tearing apart objects and destroying rocks.

Two more people collided, fighting each other, each screaming more painfully than the other.

Cao Erzhu's hair stood on end.

In the land of ghosts and Buddhas, such changes suddenly occurred.

If I had known it was not a good time to go out today, I might as well have been forging iron in the blacksmith shop. Why did such a stupid thing happen to me?

"Who the hell are you!"

Even though Cao Erzhu wanted to pretend to be calm, even he heard the sound and felt angry.

This guy's aura seems to be more terrifying than the Wandering Saint Emperor I have seen before. Even compared with the ancestor god Sui Yin, is he not far behind?

He wants to retreat.

But he didn't dare to expose his back to this hostile and unknown existence, and he still stared at it while holding back blood and tears.

"Woooooooo..."

Li Gui was still trembling.

Just like a mouse meets a cat, the enemy's suppression does not lie in the size difference between them, but in losing the idea of ​​resistance as soon as they meet.

The Statue of the Holy Emperor obviously didn't care about Cao Erzhu.

In fact, he didn't even move his eyelids, and he didn't even notice the high-walled ghost in front of him.

He just held up the lamp and raised his hand.

"Woo!"

The fierce ghost screamed louder and became more begging for mercy.

The statue of the Holy Emperor was never moved by external objects. The remaining lamp in his hand moved from the belly, to the chest, to the shoulder level... and finally settled.

"No--"

Amidst a burst of shrill cries, Cao Erzhu seemed to be able to hear the voice of the corpse just now.

At the same time, there was a sound of sadness that I didn’t know where it came from:

"Hunting ghosts with a lantern, the night is long."

laugh!

As soon as he finished speaking, the hundreds-foot-tall zombies and ghosts evaporated, burning until only a wisp of blue smoke remained.

Hee hee hee…

Among the vast ghosts, countless ghosts that struggled to crawl out from under the earth also burned up and turned into blue smoke.

"sad--"

Far away, the ghosts belonging to the ghost and Buddha realm that were originally wandering around were also extinguished in an instant.

Thousands of green smoke slowly rose into the sky.

The remaining lamp and candle in the statue of the Holy Emperor's hand lit up slightly.

The endless green smoke seemed to be summoned, and like a moth to a flame, it pounced on the tiny bit of light above the candle.

"laugh!"

The flickering candlelight in Cao Erzhu's eyes lit up just a little bit.

He didn't feel any more warmth, on the contrary, he shuddered.

"Holy Emperor!"

"He must be the Holy Emperor, but where did this Holy Emperor come from?"

"Isn't the ladder to heaven broken by Senior Wu Xiu? Apart from the Holy Palace, where else can there be a Holy Emperor in the Holy Continent?"

Cao Erzhu's thoughts were boiling.

At the same time, the confusion I had when facing the corpse was answered in an instant:

"Maybe the corpse man's holy power is not the ownerless holy power, but comes from this person. In the end, the corpse exploded. So the ancestral power also belongs to him?"

"The Corpse Man has no intelligence at all, and it is because of this person's influence that he has that kind of fighting consciousness and extreme reactions. Even his conversation and behavior have become polite?"

To be more precise, polite and offensive.

After all, if it was really a polite corpse, it wouldn't stab someone with a sword as soon as it came up.

"Gulu."

Cao Erzhu swallowed again.

After the lamp extinguished all the ghosts, the statue of the Holy Emperor gradually faded away, as if it was about to leave.

Reason told Cao Erzhu that he could not defeat the Holy Emperor, so he must not force himself to come forward at this time, as he would only hurt himself.

"But Brother Xiaoshou and Uncle Bazun set up the ancient war altar, as if they were just waiting for a battle. Could it be this person?"

"Now that we have a clue, it's okay if we can't see it. We've seen it all. How could I miss it?"

At this point in his mind, he didn't know where he got the courage. Cao Erzhu's blood surged and he shouted:

"Hey! Where to run!"

In fact, Erzhu regretted it as soon as he said it.

How could the Holy Emperor's statue be so obedient? He immediately returned to his physical form, turned his head slightly, and looked over.

"Huh?"

Cao Erzhu had learned a lot from Brother Xiao Shou during this period. He immediately let out a sigh and looked at the small pebble about the size of his thumb on the ground.

There is nothing unusual about the stones, they are just stones.

Cao Erzhu pointed at the stone and called out in a low voice: "Hey, where are you running? Where are you going..."

From a distance, an indifferent voice came:

"The son of Cao Yihan."

Suddenly, Cao Erzhu was furious. He raised his eyes and shouted angrily: "My name is Cao Erzhu! Not the son of so-and-so!"

The statue of the Holy Emperor suppressed all pressure and turned into an ordinary middle-aged man.

Cao Erzhu stared at him, still unable to see his face clearly.

"One sword."

The man's tone of voice was so plain, yet so provocative, as if the world was so vast that he could kill everything with one sword.

Cao Erzhu laughed heartily. After laughing, his energy dropped from his Dantian and his eyes widened:

"Come!"

"Take a step back, I won't call you Cao Erzhu!"

The man in white robe did not move with the lamp.

If the enemy doesn't move, Cao Erzhu won't move.

The man in white robe waits with a lantern.

He didn't move, but Cao Erzhu still didn't move.

The man in white robe shook his head silently, flicked the remaining lamp in his hand, and the candle flame went out for a moment, then became bright again in an instant.

"boom!"

A huge mouth opened in the sky.

The door to hell was opened, and a sword was revealed... No, it wasn't even a sword.

It's just a light!

A faint blue sword light about a foot long!

But when the sword light appeared, the ghosts collapsed and the night was split into day.

The sword light first appeared in the sky.

It's already close to the face when it reappears.

"This speed..."

"How could it be so fast!"

Cao Erzhu's legs were raised, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat. He also realized that the man just wanted to make the first move.

Is it possible to withdraw?

Big talk ahead, either fight hard or change his name from now on...Cao Sanzhu?

"impossible!"

"This name is so hard to hear!"

Without any hesitation, Cao Erzhu directly took advantage of the bottom of the box, took out all the God Punishment Tribulation he had cultivated throughout his life, and shouted loudly:

"Leader of Shenxiao!"

Thunder roared, and a thunder giant hundreds of feet tall stood up behind the two pillars. He was wearing blue thunder armor and a purple electric cloak on his shoulders. He held a shield in one hand and an ax in the other.

The giant crushed the wine barrel under his feet, and the sky was filled with thunder and liquid. His shield and ax were crossed horizontally, and lightning was fired. He placed it in front of Cao Erzhu, blocking him under the sword light.

"Keng——"

The faint green sword light struck, and the sharp sound of the sword was harsh.

Cao Erzhu's eyes bulged, his cheeks bulged, and his entire chest inflated like a balloon, but he resisted and did not deflate.

Fight hard!

Is it useful?

With a breath and a click, the ax shield was cut open...

Two breaths, a scoff, and the giant was beheaded...

After three breaths, there was a loud explosion, and the leader of Shenxiao exploded into fireworks!

"impossible!"

Cao Erzhu was finally frightened, and he couldn't help but feel panic on his face.

He has been practicing Taoism for twenty-seven years.

As soon as he debuted, he fought against half-saints, faced off against the Holy Emperor, and faced the ancestral gods. Although the journey was difficult, there were always no dangers.

The Holy Emperor in Cao Erzhu's impression was Rao Wangze.

What level is the Holy Emperor?

Even if you sit still, you can be possessed by evil spirits.

Even if he stood up and fought, he would only be at the level of the Pingdao Palace Master.

What is the Taoist Palace Master?

The Taoist Palace Master is only a semi-saint, and he is not considered a fighting type ten-status.

There are only so many Holy Emperors, and I can only have so much when I come. Even if the will of the Ancestral God is controlling the body of the Holy Emperor, I can only exert so much!

"But……"

But the person in front of him now is not even the Holy Emperor himself, nor is he the incarnation of the Holy Emperor's thoughts. He is just an ordinary "image".

The sword he fired had no realm, it was not the Fengdu Sword, it was just a simple soul sword light.

Cao Erzhu's heart was filled with confusion. When the sword light shone on his face, he fell into a trance:

"Twenty years of divine punishment and calamity, can't compare to such a simple sword?"

…

"call!"

The hammer flew into the air.

Xiao Erzhu's face turned pale, and he was forced to retreat three and a half steps by the strong wind.

Dad didn't knock down the hammer, he just stopped in mid-air and looked at him with a sneer:

"Are you afraid of this?"

Xiao Erzhu pouted, walked back to the front, puffed out his chest and said hard:

"Don't be afraid!"

Dad laughed and shook his head.

Dad was indeed Dad, unlike everyone else he met later.

He was not mocking, nor was he trying to teach a great way, he was just telling the truth:

"This strike from me, with thirty years of skill, you should be afraid of."

when!

The heavy hammer knocked down, and there was a loud explosion.

What sputtered out was not only sparks, but also sword light!

…

"I..."

The world seems to have pressed the pause button.

Cao Erzhu understood something. If he took a step back at this time, he might still have a chance to survive under the sword.

But Xiao Erzhu will retreat, but Cao Erzhu will not retreat.

I can die standing up, but I won’t step back and act as a three-poster.

"Tsk!"

When the sword light cut through me, my consciousness squirmed, and I went back to my childhood when I was learning to hammer in the blacksmith shop.

"Dad, among the ten, you rank first, does that mean they can't beat you?"

"No."

"Ah? No, then who is the first?"

"It depends on what you're talking about."

"Well, what else can we discuss?"

"When it comes to trickery, the leader, the leader of power, the battle...there is really no distinction between the superior and the inferior."

"Well, what about attack? The attack power of this hammer!"

"In terms of attack, no one can match the ancient sword cultivator. The most talented ancient sword cultivator has no upper limit to his attack power."

"Uncle Bazun, so strong?"

"There are more than eight masters, and there are more than ten masters. Gou Hua and You Mei are not weaker than others. Let's see who can take that step first."

"Which step?"

"That step."

Xiao Erzhu still wanted to ask, after all, from beginning to end, he never heard the strongest Que Leihan in his father's mouth.

Dad was shaking his head and refused to say more.

He hammered down again and again, the memories were shattered and everything returned to reality.

…

"when!"

The loud sound went from dream to reality, from Qingyuan Mountain to Guizhe Holy Mountain.

Cao Erzhu did not retreat. He had closed his eyes and waited for death. He never thought that the heavy hammer sound he heard in his mind was not an illusion, but came from...

"Dad?"

When you open your eyes, the sword light has disappeared?

Under the sound of the heavy hammer, it seemed to be shaken to pieces?

Cao Erzhu looked around, and his spiritual thoughts also scanned the ground - his father was not around at all!

"Is it an illusion?"

"Or is it that my father is far away in Qingyuan Mountain and only used one hammer to shatter the Holy Emperor's sword?"

Cao Erzhu's pupils were shaking.

No matter which guess he made, he felt it was outrageous.

Half a year ago, he felt that there were people outside the world, and there was a sky outside the world;

In the past six months, he felt that Zhu and Shou were equal, and his talents were unparalleled in the world;

Half a year later, he realized that there was only one drop in the vast ocean.

——How can the difference between heaven and earth, clouds and mud in the spirit refining world be so huge?

"Oh."

The statue of the Holy Emperor smiled softly.

When you say one sword, there is only one sword, no matter who takes action to block the sword.

Cao Erzhu's face turned pale and his steps did not move.

No matter what, he won the game, but he didn't feel like winning, only the experience of defeat.

He looked over.

The statue of the Holy Emperor looked over.

Cao Erzhu took a deep breath, clasped his fists and said respectfully: "May I ask your senior's surname?"

The statue of the Holy Emperor shook its head lightly, paying no attention to it, and gradually disappeared, leaving a lingering voice:

"Tell the Eight Masters to take a bath, change clothes, burn incense, and rest...Hua will be here soon."

…

"Where is Mr. Li?"

In the Xingjie and Crystal Palace, Cao Erzhu caught people and asked them.

The guard who was being carried stared at the bone-deep sword marks on the big man's forehead. He shook his head and replied respectfully:

"Master Erzhu, I don't know, Master Li comes and goes without a trace. Maybe only Master Shou knows his whereabouts."

"Where is Mr. Shou?"

"Master Erzhu, I don't know. Master Shou is even more unpredictable. Only Mr. Li should know his whereabouts."

Cao Erzhu was stunned for a moment.

Cao Erzhu chose to let go of the guard who looked like a scholar - Xingjie's illness was getting worse and worse.

Just as he was about to ask Senior Long Xing to report what had just happened to Brother Xiao Shou, a voice called from behind him:

"Master Erzhu, what are you doing with Master Shou?"

Cao Erzhu turned around, became a little anxious, and gestured to the half-saint with fists in his hands: "Senior Zang Ren."

The semi-saint Zangren laughed, but he surrendered earlier. How can he be worthy of being called a senior?

Now, even though I am a semi-saint, I have only obtained a deputy position in "Zhuwuzhu".

No matter who you and your son are, they can punch a half-sacred person, okay.

Zang Ren said: "Master Erzhu, I was drinking with Master Zhu earlier, and I heard from him that Master Shou and Master Li had left the apricot world."

oh?

Brother Xiaoshou left the Xingjie to find Miss Zhiwen?

No, no, in this case, I will definitely not take Mr. Li out.

And since I brought this person with me, I definitely didn't go to the Eight Masters to cultivate my name, let alone my father in the blacksmith shop.

I don’t know why, but dad hates Mr. Li.

"What are they going to do?"

Cao Erzhu thought hard to no avail, so he had to ask.

He remembered that in the past six months, Brother Shou had not even shown his face in the Holy Spirit Continent except for practicing.

Did he think about it?

Does he want to enjoy the admiration of thousands of people again?

Zang Ren shook his head and said vaguely: "I said I went to practice. I practiced for half a year and gained practical experience, but I don't know very well..."

Brother Shou, do you still need to practice?

Cao Erzhu opened his mouth, but no words came out.

When I thought that I was just dreaming, I couldn't help but go out to relax, only to encounter something even worse.

He sighed deeply and turned around to leave the Crystal Palace.

Zang Ren thought about the sword mark and followed with his eyes:

"Where are you going, Mr. Erzhu?"

Cao Erzhu didn't look back, waved his hand and said:

"Go home and practice hammering!"