Chapter 1843: Rescue

"Where are the Eight Venerables!"

The Daluo Jiu Tiansheng Xuan Sword, before it fell into his hand, suddenly flew into the sky.

The Qinglin Ridge in his hand shook, and it also left his palm and worshiped from afar in the air.

The sack was raised, and it clanged.

Xiao Kongtong's pupils suddenly condensed, and he pulled it back with force. A pattern on the sack lit up, and the things inside seemed to lose their activity and returned to silence.

He looked to the north in disbelief.

Clang——

Just like this, the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, which had been placed in his body and nurtured for a long time, broke out of his body without any order.

"Come back!"

Xiao Kongtong stretched out his hand and took it, and barely recalled his sword. He was shocked.

I am a sword fairy...

Although he never took the initiative to speak and said such a sentence.

Xiao Kongtong knew his current level of ancient swordsmanship and where he should be in the Five Realms.

Let’s not talk about the first echelon, that’s Xu Xiaoshou, from the older generation.

But he wants to be the second, and the others can only be ranked third obediently, and compete for some miscellaneous rankings in the future.

“Even I almost couldn’t hold the sword…”

When I was distracted like this, I saw from the corner of my eye that Fu Sang had already raised dozens of swords, soaring high in the sky.

All I saw were top-quality swords, including famous swords.

Yue Lian, Peerless Enchantress, Ten Thousand Soldiers Demon Ancestor, Nu Lan Zhisheng, Ting Chen…

“Senior Wu Yue can’t control his sword?”

While Xiao Kongtong was comforted, he couldn’t help but be a little shocked. Who can do this?

In the far north, the ghosts howled, and suddenly there was a change again.

The ink color flowing like a tide was like a curtain, pulled by an invisible big hand, and the sky became dark in an instant, and then quickly spread into the night.

"Boom boom!"

The dull thump of heartbeats exploded in the ears of everyone in Fusang in the dead silence where a pin could be heard.

In a trance, the boundary between yin and yang seemed to be broken.

On the horizon where the night meets the mountains, a green light lit up, and then ghosts jumped out one after another, baring their teeth and claws.

Even though they were far away, everyone looked up and saw that the ghosts had green faces and fangs, or were stained with dirty blood, and were extremely vicious and filthy.

"A hundred ghosts parading at night?"

No, this is not a hundred ghosts parading at night, this is ten thousand ghosts passing through!

No, the word "ten thousand" is not enough to describe it. The dark boundary between yin and yang spans from west to east for countless miles.

What is this?

The gate of hell?

But how can the gate of hell be so big and cover such a vast area?

The overwhelming ghosts, like exploded spider eggs, poured out from the dividing line like the gate of hell, splashing in all directions aimlessly. This is clearly a beast tide... no, a ghost tide attacking the city... attacking the domain!

The ghost-Buddha world, without the Buddha, only ghosts are left!

"Woo——"

When the screams of fierce ghosts from all directions echoed and hurt people's hearts.

Not only the people in Fusang City, but also the spirit refiners scattered all over the ghost-Buddha world were all panicked.

"What the hell is this?!"

It's too scary.

Some people regret coming to the ghost-Buddha world.

But regret is useless. At this moment, even if you turn around and run, you may not be able to escape the coverage of this "ghost cave" like the underworld.

"Buzz!"

Yin and Yang broke the wall, and thousands of ghosts pressed in.

Suddenly, in the boundary between light and dark, the sound of sword chanting moved, and a white robe swept out.

Across several realms, dozens of realms, when people looked at it, they could unexpectedly see that figure clearly.

It was a middle-aged man, who looked about thirty or forty years old, with a resolute face, not very extraordinary, but a pair of eyes with a faint light, but full of vicissitudes.

In his left hand, he held a copper lamp, the candlelight inside was swaying, as if it would be extinguished by the wind at any time.

He had a broken sword on his waist, the sword body was bumpy, and the blade was rolled to the point that it could no longer be seen to have any sharpness, as if it would break at the touch.

"This is..."

However, countless people recognized this sword.

Ranked eighth among the twenty-one famous swords, the ghost sword, the ghost hunter!

Among the extraordinary famous swords in the world, the ghost hunter is one of the few, not born and raised, but from an ordinary soul weapon, step by step, relying on fame to grow to today.

This sword can be said to be the way of Qingju, and it is also the high hopes that Shouye has placed on Zangku.

And the contemporary sword-wielder of the ghost hunter...

"Holy Emperor, Hua Changdeng!"

Even though many people had roughly guessed what was going on, when this name came out of the mouths of the people around them, with the prefix "Holy Emperor", they still felt a tingling sensation on their scalps.

"Holy Emperor!"

"Hiss, this kind of oppression, compared to the Holy Emperor of Han Palace that time, he must have come in person, right?"

"Then is this 'ghost den' the legendary 'Fengdu'? It is rumored that the Ghost Sword Immortal is the only true 'Lord of Fengdu' in the world!"

"But even the half-saints cannot be looked at directly, why do I seem to have seen the true appearance of the Ghost Sword Immortal...Sword Emperor?"

The Sword Emperor not only revealed his true appearance.

In just a blink of an eye, Hua Changdeng, who walked out of the Ghost Buddha and stepped out of the Fengdu Gate, left the old site of Guizhe.

"Here he comes!"

In one step, everyone in Fusang saw that the Holy Emperor Hua Changdeng was clearly heading in this direction.

The overwhelming pressure suddenly descended from afar, as if it had already reached everyone's head.

But when they looked up, there was nothing above their heads.

"Illusion?"

Woo——

It's not an illusion at all!

Behind Hua Changdeng, countless ghosts roared out from the Fengdu Gate, as if they had a backbone, and rushed towards the direction of Fusang City.

"I know!"

Someone shouted, "It's Lingyu Mountain, he must have gone to Lingyu Mountain!"

A word awakened the dreamer.

Fusang City is not the focus at all.

Hua Changdeng came to find the eighth sword fairy, and according to the information revealed by Hongniang in the previous screen...the eight masters are in Lingyu Mountain!

"Quick!"

"Hurry to Lingyu Mountain!"

"The battle between the sword fairy...no, the battle between the sword emperor, is about to break out!"

...

Lingyu Mountain.

The ghost and Buddha world is dark and has fallen into the night.

Only Lingyu Mountain, where the sword thoughts of the eight masters were scattered before, still has a little orange sunset, as if protecting the vitality of dawn.

But the sunset light fell on the Fusang wood and Lingyu wood on this mountain, not only without a bit of warmth, but also showing the winter cold.

Who said that the sunset is not late, with the sky full of clouds?

Clearly sadness comes from it, and the whole world is in ruins!

Li Fugui stared blankly at the sudden white-clothed swordsman in front of him. His head buzzed, and he roughly guessed his identity.

"Where is the Eighth An?"

Hua Changdeng held the lantern and the sword, the sound was like the cold wind, without any sadness or joy, making people's hands and feet cold.

Li Fugui's knees were already trembling. He could not help but bow down, not because he was hard-hearted, but because the other party was kind and left some breathing space.

"He..."

"The eighth... Sword Immortal..."

Li Fugui's throat and lips were dry, and his teeth chattered for a long time, and he could not say a complete sentence.

Hua Changdeng did not look at him, but looked at Lingyu Mountain and said slowly:

"This mountain is the place where the sword thoughts originated. The Eighth An has been here, and his breath is still there. He left not long ago... Where did he go?"

Li Fugui wanted to hide it, but felt that there was no need to hide it.

This was a fight between gods, and he had no need to interfere. He had to look at the situation to smooth things over. Even if the Lord came, he would not let Li Fugui come out at this moment.

But when Li Fugui really thought about it carefully, he couldn't remember where the Eighth Sword Immortal and Shouye really went.

"Yes, where is Lord Ba Zun An? It seems that he was with me not long ago..."

This doubt came out to himself, but when he saw the white-clothed sword immortal opposite him looking at him, Li Fugui shuddered and realized that his words were too muddy, and immediately said:

"No! Hua Jianxian... uh Sword Emperor, I'm not hiding it, I mean, even I can't remember..."

Hua Changdeng interrupted: "Where is Lord Ba Zun An?"

How can this be a question?

Li Fugui was so smart that he could tell that the implication was, "You still have one last chance."

He was determined to die, and he knew that he was ignorant of original sin, so he would never commit suicide. He immediately turned and pointed to the south, giving an extremely clear answer:

"Southern Region, Xuyue Gray Palace, Deer Pattern Forbidden Field."

"Hua Jianxian, that's all I know. The Eighth Sword Immortal left half a day ago, and I don't know anything about his subsequent actions."

Hua Changdeng nodded.

Hua Changdeng disappeared.

"Hu..."

Li Fugui held his breath for three breaths, and then he let out a long sigh.

He fell to the ground and found that his back was soaked with cold sweat, and even the clothes under his armpits and shoes and socks became cold.

"You can't stay here for long."

He pinched out the Xingjie Jade Talisman and was about to stay away from this place of trouble.

Suddenly, at the same time, his eyes blurred, and the figure in white seemed to come back.

No...

It's not as if...

Li Fugui's eyes were dull, as if he was completely unaware. He crushed the Xingjie Jade Talisman in his hand and did his own thing.

"Rustle."

The cold wind blew from afar, and the flying snow fell on the tip of his nose.

The familiar Crystal Palace did not appear, and Li Fugui still saw the scene of Lingyu Mountain in front of him.

He blinked suddenly, his eyes focused, and fixed his eyes on the face of the Saint Emperor Hua Changdeng, and said with a little surprise:

"Lord Sword Emperor, you are back?"

He turned his eyes and looked to the south, hesitantly said: "Have you found the Eighth Sword Immortal?"

He knew that Hua Changdeng and the Eight Zun'an were not mortal enemies, or they were evenly matched and sympathized with each other.

In front of him, you must respect the Eight Zun'an, and it is not wrong to call him "the Eighth Sword Immortal".

Little people have little people's thoughts.

But the real big people obviously don't care about the little people's names or what they are thinking.

Hua Changdeng looked at the man in front of him calmly for a long time and smiled silently.

Swish.

He shook the copper lamp in his hand, and the candlelight flickered with a hissing sound.

"Bang!"

The pearl on Li Fugui's waist exploded, and the whole person fell out.

"Bang bang bang!"

His seven orifices burst, and blood burst out. The big tripod, treasure furnace, black bell and other soul tools flew out of his head. Without exception, they were all blown up.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

The dragon horn with the Taoist pattern shattered, and the dragon scales protecting the heart were broken.

The branches of the dragon apricot, the branches of the infant, the branches of the nine sacrifices to the osmanthus, and the branches of the willow of the gods appeared at the same time, and the phantoms of the four ancestral trees lit up at the same time.

But at the same time, they exploded and couldn't even say a word.

"Huh?"

Hua Changdeng looked surprised.

This man is a bit expensive...

Li Fugui, with 362 soul tools, dragon horns and dragon scales given by his master, and the trump card of the ancestral tree, won a chance to breathe and leave a last word.

He cried out in pain: "Ghost Sword Immortal, please spare my life! I really forgot where the Eighth Sword Immortal went. I was not teasing you just now. I want to live!!!"

The last bit of sunset glow on Lingyu Mountain was finally swallowed up by the darkness.

Hua Changdeng's eyes were indifferent, and he gently shook the copper lamp in his hand for the second time.

"It doesn't matter. If you don't remember, your soul will tell me."

laugh!

This time, Li Fugui had no power to resist, his body went limp and he fell to the ground.

His soul was directly pulled out of the sky, turned into a stream of green smoke, and flowed towards the candlelight in the copper lamp, unable to even utter a single word of mourning.

"stop!"

In the distance, a loud shout came.

Before anyone arrived, the voice came first, and Taoism was even half a step ahead. It was clear that he was competing with ghosts and gods for people:

"Change the day!"

when--

The green smoke disappeared, and the melodious sound echoed in Lingyu Mountain.

What hit the copper lamp post was a black copper coin.

There are all kinds of Horcruxes in the world. Hua Changdeng recognized it at a glance. It was a third-grade Horcrux, a black evil spirit.

"interesting……"

He chuckled. Naturally, what he was interested in was not the evil money, but the side sect in the inheritance of evil spirits, the golden gate secret technique of stealing the sky and changing the sun.

Looking sideways towards the place where the sound originated, there was no one there.

He is a smart man, he did not choose to crush the jade talisman leading to another world, but blood escape.

only……

The five realms are all in my sight, how can you transcend?

On the Sinful Land of the Southern Territory, in Fengjia City and Jiange, in an instant, the aura of the person who had just spoken appeared.

"who?"

There were two old men standing in front of the sword pavilion.

Under the sea of ​​swords and weapons in the sky, these are the few strong men who can remain standing.

When he opened his sleepy eyes, he saw that the person who came had a scruffy appearance, a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. At first glance, he was not from the Feng family, and he was about to take action.

"graft!"

Zhu Yiyi grabbed the remaining soul of Li Fugui with one hand and pressed the right arm of the rushing old man with the other hand.

The stars twinkled slightly.

Before the sword was drawn out from the old man's waist, his right arm followed Zhu Yiyi's palm and was connected to the elbow of his left arm.

No blood splattered.

Nothing weird happened.

Everything was so natural, as if he was born this way - with a broken arm on the right and both arms on the left.

"What?!"

The old man guarding the pavilion on the left saw this, his pupils widened, and he was about to raise his voice.

"Take it again!"

Zhu Yiyi touched one hand from the right hand of the old man on the right to his left hand, and then from his left hand to the mouth of the old man on the left.

The stars twinkled slightly.

The tongue of the old man on the left has also grown onto the fingernails of the old man on the right.

He was about to draw his sword.

"Answer it!"

Zhu Yiyi touched the hilt of the sword, and the sword also reached the knee of the old man on the right.

What is it!

The two old men guarding the sword pavilion are going crazy.

The guilty soil in the Southern Region is strange, but it’s not that strange, right?

What kind of Tao did this man practice, what methods did he use, and what techniques did he use? He was so terrifying that the two pavilion guards who were comparable to half-saints were already accused without even firing a sword!

"I'm offended."

Zhu Yiyi moved the left door of the Jiange Pavilion away, attached it to the right arm of the old man on the right, and then connected the two elders to the right door.

He then gathered Li Fugui and rushed into the sword pavilion, which was no longer closed.

"Don't be afraid. Jiange is the important place of the Feng family. You and I can't be protected anywhere else, but we can definitely protect you here!"

Zhu Yiyi's face was pale and bloodless, and big beads of sweat slid down his forehead. He was obviously scared to death, but he never thought about leaving Li Fugui's soul behind.

When he arrived at the Jiange, he finally dared to take out the Xingjie Jade Talisman and crush it violently.

"..."

The sword pavilion was dark and the surroundings were quiet.

Nothing happened.

Zhu Yiyi looked at the darkness in front of him, his heart sank to the bottom, and Li Fugui's sigh came to his ears:

"Lao Zhu, I owe you what I owe you, and I will pay it back in my next life."

Swish, brush, brush!

The scene before my eyes changes.

Everything is returned to original.

From the sword pavilion, to the door of the sword pavilion, to the dislocated old man protecting the pavilion, to the two old men with normal limbs, to the high altitude of the Feng family, to the appearance of Blood Escape, to the broken flow of time and space, to Lingyu Mountain...

Time, going backwards?

Zhu Yiyi had the black money in his hand and was ready to throw it. He had not yet shouted out the phrase "change the day" when he saw Hua Changdeng, who had his back turned to him. He turned around with approval on his face and said softly:

"You are very good, tell me your name."