Juggernaut should have meat costumes

The picture shows a figure of a white-clothed swordsman walking in the dark night with an umbrella. His back is facing Lu Chen, and there is night, covered by rain, which is a little blurry.

But even so, when "seeing" that figure, Huang Xing's eyes burst into tears, and there was a feeling that his eyes were about to be pierced by a sharp sword.

"That's not a puppet controlled by the black umbrella, but the former owner of the black umbrella."

That back view inexplicably made Huang Xing think so.

However, soon, Huang Xing couldn't think about anything else.

In that scene, the white-clothed swordsman holding a black umbrella seemed to feel that someone was spying on him, and was about to turn around.

And with his movements, a trembling feeling appeared in Huang Xing's heart.

"If he turns around and sees it, I will die!"

Huang Xing, who had such an idea, felt a chill in his heart, and then, regardless of him, he roared angrily.

Amidst the roar, a mouthful of blood was suddenly sprayed on the black umbrella by Huang Xing, and a domineering wave radiated from Huang Xing's mind, spreading to the picture in the umbrella.

To be honest, the domineering look is very strong, but Huang Xing is too weak, even if the domineering look is aroused, Huang Xing just feels relieved, but the feeling of dying at any time still fills Huang Chen's heart.

Fortunately, what Huang Xing dealt with was not the white-clothed swordsman, but an umbrella in his hand that might have been picked up anywhere, or an umbrella that had been away from its original owner for some time.

In the roar, the blood spurted by Huang Xing directly turned the black umbrella completely red, and the domineering arrogance emanating from his mind completely wiped out the consciousness of the black umbrella.

[The system prompts that the host has eliminated the black coffin-level evil spirit (suppressed by the totem), and gained [-] experience points]

Remnant souls, white wandering souls, and black coffin-level ghosts, these are the levels of ghosts that Huang Xing learned from the memories of the barbarian boy Chen.

"I didn't expect it to be a black coffin-level evil spirit, but yes, if it is not so powerful, it cannot be so powerful after entering the totem pole."

Although he was surprised by the appearance of a black coffin-level evil spirit nearby, he finally died and he gained a lot of experience, so Huang Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before Huang Xing threw away the black umbrella in his hand, suddenly, a cold voice entered Huang Xing's mind.

"interesting!"

The sudden voice startled Huang Xing.

"How is it possible, the black umbrella has already disappeared, why haven't you dissipated yet?"

Without much guessing, Huang Xing understood that the one who made the sound was the white swordsman holding an umbrella in his mind.

What frightened Huang Xing was that after the death of the black umbrella, his influence in Huang Xing's mind was about to dissipate, but for some reason, at this moment, his voice came out again.

And this also made Huang Chen's eyes cold.

"Is the black umbrella still dead?"

As if he had detected Huang Chen's thoughts, the swordsman in white sneered.

"Don't compare me with that evil beast, call my name, and I will naturally perceive it."

"Do not call my name, this is God!"

Hearing the words of the swordsman in white, Huang Xing inexplicably thought of a great existence in his mind.

However, before Huang Xing was terrified, the phantom in front of him became blurred again.

"This time I... made a mistake, but... I didn't expect that an umbrella would become evil because of..."

"Forget it, since you help... the door, I am not... the person, I will give you some...rewards, if you can... comprehend, it is up to you... yourself..."

Before he finished speaking, the phantom disappeared like smoke, but the dispersed smoke did not dissipate, but suddenly hit Huang Xing's mind.

With a "boom", in an instant, Huang Xing felt like his mind was about to explode. A huge amount of information came from the smoke and poured into Huang Xing's mind.

Under the impact of that huge amount of information, Huang Xing's seven orifices bled instantly, and he even fell down directly.

"Achen..."

"It's okay, Chen..."

"Quickly, find Master Wu Zhu!"

……

Swinging the sword, retracting the sword, swinging the sword, retracting the sword, a young man is standing on the cliff, constantly practicing basic skills.

Day, night, sunset, moonrise, no matter what time of day, you can see the young man practicing sword.

Then, more trees sprouted, their branches and leaves became luxuriant, and then turned yellow, and finally there was heavy snowfall, but amidst the changes in the world, the figure practicing the sword did not stop at all.

As the years passed, the figure practicing sword grew up little by little, but the length of time he practiced sword never decreased.

However, the time has not changed, but the number of daily sword exercises has been increasing.

Initially three thousand, then five thousand. When young, it has become ten thousand, and when it is about to reach adulthood, it has reached one hundred thousand.

One hundred thousand times of swinging the sword every day, the body of the sword is no longer visible, only the continuous shadow of the sword can be seen.

Suddenly, one day, the continuous sword shadows suddenly became fewer, from one hundred thousand to ten thousand, five thousand, three thousand, and finally, gathered together as one.

So far, that figure stood on the edge of the cliff for a day, and every day, it only swung a sword.

When he raised his hand and swung his sword, that sword...

"what……"

In a burst of pain, Huang Xing sat up suddenly, panting heavily.

Chapter 38

"It's a strange ceiling, but it's earthy. Fortunately, it's still wild, and I haven't crossed it again."

Thinking of this, Huang Xing who was lying on the bed was about to get up, but as soon as he moved, he felt a severe pain in his mind.

"Ah!" Covering his head, Huang Xing squatted beside him.

"Ah Chen, are you okay!"

"My lord, you are awake."

When Huang Xing got up, two people rushed in from outside, one was Wu Zhu who cared about Huang Chen, and the other was Xiao Wei, Huang Chen's maid.

Not in the mood to pay attention to the two of them, after squatting on the ground for a long time, Huang Xing's headache eased slightly.

Then, Huang Xing stood up, rubbing his head, and said to the two with a wry smile: "Don't worry about me, I'm fine, but I've gained benefits."