Even in the afternoon, the Yin Palaces' shade was still dark and cold, and the scorching sunlight outside could not be shined in at all, because this was a place where the sunlight could not be shined.

The ten tribes, "Zhou Jue", sat on a chair with a rattle in their hands, shaking constantly, and their huge eyes kept staring at it.

He is strong in shape, because he practices evil martial arts, his body is half human and half beast, his face is like a lion and tiger, and his voice is like a beast roar. Even in the dark environment of the Ten Halls's underworld, his fingertips are still clearly flashing cold light, as if there are ten sharp blades hidden, terrifying and cold.

He looked very scary and kept fiddling with the rattle in his hand. A touch of tenderness appeared on his hideous face.

"Yu Du, you really look like her. Uncle Tiger will definitely not let you be hurt again..." With the sound of shaking drums, two lines of hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and a murmur sound came from his throat.

At this moment, a cold sword energy burst out in the darkness.

"Who!" Wuyou, immersed in the memory, suddenly let out a huge roar, shaking like a thunderous tiger roar.

The powerful sound waves caused the huge buildings in the underworld of the Ten Palaces to shake. Wukong's figure was like a tiger. When the true energy burst, it jumped into the sky in a blink of an eye to avoid the sharp sword energy.

However, the sword's edge is ruthless and ever-changing. While the sword's roar is heard, the sword's stance changes at the same time.

The sword of Zhikill, which was originally condensed and unparalleled, instantly turned into tens of millions of tiny sword lights, and the dragon and snake scattered, intertwined into a net, covering the void that was jumping in the air.

"What kind of sword move is this?" Wuwu Kai's heart was shocked. As one of the ten tribes, he was naturally a first-class master who had been famous for many years.

But he has been in the world for more than ten years and has fought hundreds of battles, and has never seen such a sword style that can be divided into a net.

Can't escape!

The breath of death was shrouded in the air, Wuwujie gritted his teeth. When the sword net was approaching, ten icy claws appeared in both hands, and they suddenly slashed to the side, as fast as lightning.

Table Tennis!

In an instant, the collision sparks lit up the dark space.

Wuyou opened his ten claws and teared a gap, his body shrank into a ball, protected the key points, and flew out of the net of death-breathing swords.

Sure enough, although the moves of this sword energy that divide into a net are unavoidable, they also disperse their power and cannot cause fatal damage.

Wukong, who had drilled out of the sword net, knelt on one knee and gasped in his throat.

There were dozens of small holes on his back, arms, and legs at this moment. The bright red blood flowed out, making him almost unable to suppress his beastly nature.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that the other party had not taken the opportunity to continue to attack.

"No!" Wuyan roared openly, his huge eyes like tigers and leopards, locking his prey.

In the underworld of the Ten Halls, a figure in black came to the deepest part. He picked up the Yan Wang Ling on the table and turned his head to see Wuyou who was chasing him.

"Although it turns into a beast, it seems that your intelligence is not particularly poor." The man in black laughed lowly, and the cold sword in his hand surged out like a poisonous dragon, biting it to Wuyou's opening.

The latter's hair stood up, and the ten claws were as cold as lightning, slashing towards the void ahead, urging his unique skills to the extreme.

Clam!

The sword edge and sharp claws intersect, and the dull sound shook the underworld.

Wuyan's beast was crazy, and the blood shed on his body added a bit of hideousness to him. He swung his ten claws quickly, tearing the sword in front of him, and wanted to remove the man in black from eight pieces.

The King of Hell has already obtained the hand. The man in black does not want to fight for a long time. The sword edge is surrounded in front of him, drawing a boundary like a compass, making room for himself.

He was agile, avoiding the attack of Wukong and heading towards the outer periphery of the Ten Palaces.

Wuyan opened his chest and let out anger: "Thief, don't want to escape! The bone-tempering claws are dying and dying sadness!" He condensed his true power in his body, gathered his ten claws on his palms, and used the ultimate move to kill the man in black.

He noticed the violent evil spirit behind him, and the man in black sighed helplessly: "It seems that he still has to show some real skills to get out."

In the midst of lightning, he suddenly turned his body, and the sharp sword in his hand burst into thousands of bright lights. The auspicious colors were like lotus, and the waves rolled upwards.

"The Demon-Subduing Wisdom Sword·Five Tops Meet Manjushri!"

The vast Buddhist holy flower appeared four times, and the vast sword intent was spreading to the vast thousand. The man in black who did not want to expose his roots used the ultimate sword technique from the Buddha's kingdom, the magic-subduing sword, just like the Manjushri coming to the world, and the sword of wisdom subduing all demons in the world.

The rapid attack of Wuyou's opening was covered by this huge sword. The dancing ten claws immediately shattered, making a scream, and fell to the ground like a kite.

The man in black took this opportunity to go out quickly, and then a large number of ghost-passing people who heard the sound gathered and helped the Wukong-free cut on the ground.

"Damn it!" Looking at the black figure who was leaving, Wuyan, who was covered in bruises, let out a roar that shook the sky, but he knew that he could not catch up with it.

But he didn't understand what the other party was trying hard to steal a handful of Yan Wang Ling. Although that thing was a token of the Jue Mingsi, it only had symbolic meaning. Who wanted this thing?

He was not very smart and thought for a while, then gave up his consideration and asked someone to clean up the scene and prepare to notify the other ten members to discuss the matter before talking about it.

However, he didn't know that some people no longer had the chance to know about this.

...

Leaving the underworld of the Ten Palaces, the man in black came to a hidden place, got on a carriage prepared in advance, and quickly headed towards the distance.

Looking at the Yan Wang Ling in his hand, he took off the black cloth from his face, revealing Yin Ziji's face, and a smile appeared on his pale face.

He took out a box from the carriage and carefully put the Yan Wang Ling in. Then he took a breath.

After wiping the sweat on his face, Yin Ziji sighed: "It's really too hard to use two magic swords in a short period of time, with my foundation. This sword technique is indeed better to match Zhongyue's Vajra Zen skills."

The first move he used to open the fire to Wuyan was that the sword energy was divided into a net, making people unable to avoid it. It was also the move of the Demon-Subduing Wisdom Sword, called "The Sea of ​​Trip to Cihang", which is one of the top martial arts in the Buddha Kingdom.

Looking at Yan Wang Ling who was in the box, his pale face stretched out: "With this thing, I think it will no longer be impossible to improve my foundation in a short period of time."

How could Xu Fu’s two thousand years of memory have not had a way to quickly improve his foundation?

As for how to get it with the King of Hell, Yin Ziji is certainly not going to make it for him.

...

On the same afternoon, Meixiangwu, a famous romantic place in the Central Plains.

The elegant and luxurious Wuyi sat quietly in a corner, admiring the many singing girls around him.

The Qingshan Club founded by Yin Ziji mostly had famous mountains as code names, including the Five Mountains as the heads, and below were Kunlun, Emei, Kongtong, Wuyi, etc.

Wuyi is naturally a high-level figure under the Five Mountains of Qingshan Hui. His real name is Xiao Tong. He comes from a small sect called Huixianguan. He is proficient in the feather flowing immortal palm and becomes famous in the Southeast at the age of twenty.

But he was unwilling to be confined to a corner and chose to give up his position as the leader who was within his reach and traveled around the world.

After leaving the sect, he realized that working hard in the world is not enough to rely on martial arts alone.

A penny can't kill a hero.

He had never had to worry about food and clothing in the sect before, but for the first time he knew what poverty was.

He almost starved to death without stealing or robbing.

He was arrogant and unwilling to go back like this, and he was unwilling to be a bodyguard for others.

He went on a stroll in the world to make a name for himself, to be famous all over the world, and to become a hero of a generation. How could he do those humble lives?

In this way, he has been in the world for more than ten years and is still in a poor and nameless state.

His martial arts are indeed good, but the Central Plains is so great that there are many capable people. There are no masters in it, and you are not short of people.

You are a powerless and powerful boy who wants to make a name for yourself here. You don’t know how to respect your seniors or respect the heroes. Who do you think you are, a man of black and white or a gentleman of history?

How can you become a famous hero in the world? It's actually very simple.

As long as you know how to respect your senior heroes, they will naturally support you when they know that you are sensible. Then when they are old and die, you will naturally become a new hero.

After struggling for more than ten years, Wuyi never understood this, so he did not make a name for himself.

He chose to go home, but after he went back, he realized that his fiancée, who had agreed to wait for him to come back, married his junior brother who was the leader of the sect.

He didn't blame her, because he had promised to go back to marry her, but it was not realized in the end. What's the face he had to blame her?

After returning, my junior brother was very kind to him and even wanted to return the position of the head to him.

But how could he accept it?

In just five days, he left.

Just in his despair, he met the Qingshan Club.

This is an organization that can stand out as long as you have the ability, and does not require qualifications.

In just two years, with more than ten years of hard work in the world, he completed one task after another, won the title of Wuyi, and obtained money and status.

Today, the most important task he received since becoming Wuyi was promulgated by Dongyue, the leader of the Five Mountains, and no mistakes are allowed.

He sat calmly in the corner, staring at everyone in Meixiangwu.

"You are so conspicuous." A young man whispered beside him.

Wuyi Xiao Tong looked at him. This was the ghost market killer invited by Dongyue. He was a very cold little girl. However, when wearing men's clothes, he turned into a very beautiful young man.

Wu Yi smiled at his words: "Don't worry, do you know why Dongyue wants me to come here?"

The girl shook her head: "This is not what I need to know, I just need to complete the task."

"You killers are really rigid. You may become the best killers in this way, but you will definitely not become excellent leaders." Wuyi said to her meaningfully, "I can see that you are not just trying to be a killer, do you want to become the leader of Luohua Suiyuanzhuang or the Ghost Lord of the Ghost Market?"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, okay?" Not far from them, an old killer hiding his body whispered. Next to him, there was a boy in black, looking at the girl with a worried look.

The girl was silent for a while and did not answer Wuyi's question.

Wuyi said to her: "No matter what you want to make a world in the ghost market, it can actually be our Qingshan Club. Dongyue boss appreciates talents the most. With your qualifications, you will definitely be one of the Five Qingshan Mountains in ten years."

"Don't poach so blatantly." The old killer named Liuyin Shenwang pulled the girl away.

Wuyi smiled and drank alone in the corner.

His eyes looked at the door not far away, where there was a woman in her thirties standing, a woman in her midriff, but still charming, and she was the boss lady of Mei Xiangwu.

Why did Dongyue send him to perform this mission?

Because he is also a regular visitor to Meixiangwu.

Every once in a while, he likes to come here to sit in the corner and drink.

He was generous but never asked to accompany him. He only liked to drink and looked at the door, looking at the beautiful figure who was still tenacious even though the years passed.

The afternoon passed slowly, and when the sun set, a man in a cloak and a big red robe walked in.

Mei Xiangwu's boss lady went up to greet her: "Mr. Shui, you are here, please come inside."

Wu Yi looked shaking and knocked on the wine glass.
Chapter completed!