The old man named Lao Yintuo looked at Wu Ming and couldn't help but frown slightly. It seemed that he didn't have this person in his memory, and he seemed to have seen him somewhere.

Wuming sighed secretly: "I didn't expect that I have changed so much over the years, but it's no wonder, otherwise how could I recognize this granddaughter." After that, Wuming conjured a sword out of thin air.

It is more like a sword than a sword. The long sword is completely black and has no hilt, only the blade. The tip of the sword is a smooth semi-arc shape and does not look sharp. The whole sword looks dull.

Light. But if you look closely, it gives people a sense of weight. Wuming stroked the sword: "Old guy, we are going to fight side by side again."

The sword seemed to understand Wuming's words, and actually leaned against Wuming's body!

This sword already has a sword spirit!

If you don’t know who is in front of you at this time, then you might as well order everyone to wipe their necks together. This person is the desperate hunter who killed many people, dominated the situation, and turned the entire continent upside down—

—Nameless! Countless people died from this sky-drinking sword!

If you drink from the Heavenly Sword, you can drink the sky, not to mention drinking blood and drinking people!

At this time, Yatuo was already desperate and made a decisive decision, shouting: "Everyone, run! Don't look back! Run away! As long as someone returns to the sect, report to the sect leader immediately. When Wuming comes out, the Heavenly Sword appears!"

Xantuo knows that it is almost impossible to use mental power to convey the information here in front of Wuming. The only feasible way is to hope that someone can escape from here and return to the sect! Report to the sect master!

After saying that, he walked towards Wuming to greet him.

He knew that he would definitely die now, and he just wanted to delay as much time as possible so that the people below could have a chance to escape, even if only one person escaped!

Wuming snorted coldly: "You are not overestimating your own abilities!"

After saying that, Wuming brandished his long sword and pointed it directly at the sky. The sword technique seemed chaotic, but it was this chaotic sword technique that made the entire sky dim.

"Woo~woo~"

The waving long sword dragged the gusts of wind and made bursts of sound, as if the world was shaking with fear.

The yintuo discovered that Wuming had disappeared at this time. But it was not accurate to say that Wuming was still waving the long sword, and his figure was clearly visible, but Wuming's body became unreal, and even the space around him became unreal.

It has become illusory.

The lewd camel secretly screamed something bad, and was about to turn around to defend himself, when he saw that the Wuming sword had passed through his body, the black sword going in, and the red sword coming out.

"A sword covers the sky and stabs the camel!"

In an instant, the Drinking Heaven Sword came out of his hand, and rose into the sky with the half-dead lustful camel. The dazzling sword light was mixed with the "squeak" sound of tearing the space, and the whole world seemed to be darker. Only the sword light, piercing

This endless darkness.

The sword light became more and more dazzling. The original flicker turned into a bunch, a stream, and finally it seemed to turn into a pillar of light that stabbed the sky and pierced the earth. The wound on the horny hunchback's chest also continued to expand with the sword light... Finally,

The dark clouds dissipated, and the camel also dissipated with the dark clouds between heaven and earth.

At the moment when the Drinking Heaven Sword soared into the sky, Wuming conjured up a magic wand. This staff was different from the dullness of the Drinking Heaven Sword. On the contrary, the staff was inlaid with eight crystals, and the eight crystals shone with eight colors.

A different kind of halo. Wuming stroked the body of the stick: "Old man, we are going to fight side by side again." The magic wand seemed to understand Wuming's words, and actually leaned against Wuming!

Same words, same actions.

This staff already has a staff spirit!

Wuming raised the magic wand and recited the mantra silently. The red crystal stone became more and more dazzling.

"The phoenix fire reaches the sky and destroys everything!"

Flames in the shape of crests spit out and hit the convoy below, hitting the convoy below at 360 degrees without blind angle.

Suddenly, fire broke out. Screams, cries, and wails came one after another. The fire spread to the sky, burning the entire mountain. Some people dragged their burning bodies and ran aimlessly, rolled, and even jumped into the cold water.

Inside, he tried to extinguish the fire on his body, but it was all to no avail. The fire would still burn even in the water, and anyone who touched it would stick to it. Anyone who was exposed to the flame would have only one result in the end - burn to ashes, and even burn to ashes.

No scum is left, even the soul can be burned away!

At this time, the Drinking Heaven Sword had fallen from the sky and landed in Wuming's hands. Wuming held a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. The tips of the sword and the tips of the staff complemented each other, showing a twisted beauty. The staff and the sword seemed to have merged with each other, but also seemed to be in opposition.

The sword was trembling, the staff was trembling, and Wuming was also trembling. The whole world seemed to be trembling. Wuming's cloudy eyes showed a long-lost madness, and he shouted: "With my power, I will cut off its vitality and extinguish its vitality! Sword and staff!

The secret of it! Unity! Destruction!”

Thousands of feet of cold light, thousands of miles of light. Wherever it shines, life is extinguished. The originally noisy forest is silent, and there is deathly silence for thousands of miles.

Three moves!

The first move is the death of the obscene camel!

The second move is to destroy the convoy!

The third move is to destroy the fish that slips through the net!

Total destruction! Total annihilation!

Gather a hundred years of murderous intent and become a demon for one night!

Kill all the evil thieves and leave a mess!

Leave a trace of life and a place of peace.

Wuming was covered in blood, his eyes were red, and black threads were constantly entangled around him. Wuming was half-kneeling on the ground, panting heavily, with his sword and staff supporting Wuming's body. Every time he breathed out, a few more black threads would appear around him.

.

Wuming sat cross-legged, with a sword and a staff floating around Wuming, and layers of golden halo surrounding Wuming. The layers of black silk were seen gradually dissipating under the bath of golden light.

Not long after, Wuming opened his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief. The surrounding black threads had disappeared. But the sword and staff were much darker. Wuming stroked the weapons that he had fought with for many years, and said distressedly: "Old friend, I'm sorry, but again.

Thank you for your trouble." After saying that, the sword and staff shook twice and then disappeared, leaving no trace when they came and no trace when they left.

Xin'er was lying on Wuming's body from beginning to end, sleeping very peacefully and soundly, in this place full of blood and blood. Xin'er was like a holy elf, noble and spotless. A trace of crystal hung on her lips.

, more cute.

Xin'er seemed completely unaware of the outside world. She slept deeply and even had a dream. She dreamed that she and her grandfather were being hunted. Just when she was about to be killed, her grandfather suddenly rose up and killed the pursuer.

His own person. But in the end, grandpa turned into a complete devil, and he didn't even recognize himself. In the end, he left himself, and he became helpless from then on. This feeling is very real, terrible, and desperate...

…

Wuming looked at Xin'er on his back and couldn't help but feel a little worried: Alas, time is running out, we have to find a way as soon as possible.

Thinking about it, Wuming walked up to the prostitute. After searching for a while, he only found a ring, a jade box and a necklace. Wuming's consciousness invaded the ring, and he searched again, and finally spat involuntarily: "Old man."

You are indeed an old pervert, and the ring is full of useless pictures. Huh! Killing you really stains my sword." After saying that, he threw the ring away. But before the ring fell to the ground,

It has been reduced to ashes and blown away by the wind.

Wuming looked at the necklace again and said, "Yes, you can leave it for Xin'er to wear." After saying that, he put the necklace away and opened the jade box. It didn't matter if he opened it this time, it really shocked Wuming.

. He quickly used Yuan Power to wrap the contents of the jade box: "Wow, what a good thing. No wonder this horny camel was willing to escort him, but if this thing actually got into his hands, then that person should be dead. Oh, it's really

It's a pity. It seems that using your ability this time is not a loss." After saying that, he swallowed the contents of the box and flew towards the strange demon forest.

At this time, in a black castle in the far west of the continent, a crisp "click" sound came to mind in the castle.

"Brother, the bastard is dead." A man in black robe knelt on the ground and said to another man in black robe sitting on the top.

"Check! At any cost. Also, that thing must be found for me!"

"yes."

…

"Little lazy boy, get up, we're home."

Xin'er woke up from her sleep and immediately hugged Wuming: "Oh, oh, oh, grandpa, please don't leave Xin'er, okay? Xin'er is so scared of being alone."

A trace of confusion flashed in Wuming's eyes, and then he reassured firmly: "No, absolutely not. Grandpa will not leave Xin'er. Grandpa still wants to wait for Xin'er to get married and have children and have great-grandchildren."

Xin'er leaned in Wuming's arms, with tears in her eyes: "Grandpa, I just had a dream. In the dream, grandpa and Xin'er were being chased. Just when we were about to be killed, grandpa suddenly turned into a demon.

, a big bad guy, killed all those people, but didn’t recognize Xin’er, and even wanted to beat Xin’er and kill Xin’er too!”

Xin'er kept sobbing, as if she was talking to Wuming, and seemed to be talking to herself: "Xin'er is really scared, because this dream is so real, too real. Xin'er is afraid that maybe one day this dream will be...

Really, what should I do."

Xin'er leaned in Wuming's arms. She was obviously in Wuming's arms, but Xin'er felt so helpless and lonely. It was as if she was the only one in the whole world.

Dream……

A dream is the most real, a dream falls into the sky.
Chapter completed!