I signed up to become a god in a mental hospital

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On the mountain pass of Mount Fuji with black smoke, three figures jumped out of the helicopter without hesitation.

"Blast step!"

The three of them landed almost at the same time, and the grudge on their feet was embedded in the volcanic rock of Mount Fuji like bullets.

"If it weren't for Li Qian's fighting spirit, I'm afraid ordinary humans in this place would not be able to survive!"

Wu Xiangnan looked around at the situation in Mount Fuji and said.

The three of them just entered here, and the clothes on their bodies were already soaked in sweat in an instant, and this was still in the case of wearing heat-resistant clothing.

"Oxygen can only last for 10 minutes, hurry up!"

Amamiya Haruki nodded and said.

"understand!"

Wu Xiangnan nodded and responded, he also knew that this was not the time to be overwhelmed with emotion.

Fortunately, although the smoke was billowing above Mount Fuji, after entering the interior, the field of vision became clearer.

So that there is no need for three people to touch an elephant blindly in the dark.

After a while, the three of them gathered at the edge of a sea of ​​molten lava, looking at the protruding stone in the middle of the sea of ​​flames with bitterness on their faces.

"I've searched all over Mount Fuji, and now I haven't found any other places except for this sea of ​​molten lava that hasn't been checked carefully!"

The king was sweating profusely, panting heavily and said.

The side effect of the continuous missing time of the Forbidden Ruins is that his body is no longer as full of vitality as before.

Now his body is like an old man's twilight years, and his ability to persevere until now is more due to his persistence.

"It should be that one!"

Wu Xiangnan took out an exaggerated hand cannon from the backpack behind him, then took a deep breath, and then raised his right hand.

"Oh!"

Pulling the trigger, the hand cannon in Wu Xiangnan's right hand made a roaring sound, and the next moment, the raised stone pillar in the sea of ​​molten lava burst into pieces.

A khaki knife handle emerged from the stone pillar.

"The funeral mountain is indeed here!"

Seeing the khaki-colored knife handle appearing among the shattered stone pillars, Wu Xiangnan had an expression of excitement on his face.

"Leave it to me next!"

Wu Xiangnan's body was covered with a fiery red battle qi armor. Among the three, the battle qi he cultivated was of the fire attribute.

Facing the situation in front of him, he is naturally the best one to draw the sword.

"careful!"

Haruki Amamiya nodded, and put his right hand on the flame sparrow at his waist, ready to deal with any creatures that might exist in the magma sea of ​​fire at any time.

Wu Xiangnan picked up three big rocks from the ground and put them in his backpack, then took a deep breath.

"Blast step!"

Wu Xiangnan's legs were slightly bent, a smear of fiery red fighting spirit condensed under Wu Xiangnan's feet, and the next moment, his body jumped up.

The body then presented a parabola and jumped towards the sea of ​​flames, and at the moment when it was about to fall into the sea of ​​molten lava, a stone was thrown out.

"Blast step!"

At the moment when the boulder was about to be engulfed by the lava sea of ​​flames, Wu Xiangnan's right foot suddenly touched the boulder, and his body jumped up again.

But the big rock was directly torn apart under the huge impact and fell into the sea of ​​lava and disappeared.

Immediately, Wu Xiangnan repeated his previous actions, and his body got closer and closer to the hilt of the funeral knife in the middle of the lava sea of ​​flames.

Immediately, Wu Xiangnan's right hand grabbed the hilt of the burial knife stuck on the volcanic rock.

A tinge of pain appeared on Wu Xiangnan's face.

The right hand that had grasped the hilt of the funeral knife was instantly corroded by horrible high-temperature burns, and white bones could be vaguely seen.

"rise!"

The veins on Wu Xiangnan's neck were exposed, and he pulled it out violently.

However, in the next second, Zangshan remained motionless.

"Damn..."

Embarrassment appeared on Wu Xiangnan's face.

Immediately, at the moment when his body was about to fall into the lava sea of ​​flames, he released his right hand that was holding the handle of the knife, and threw a big stone behind him.

"Blast step!"

Wu Xiangnan jumped and stepped on the boulder, and the next moment his body appeared on the edge of the lava sea of ​​flames again.

"I can't pull it out..."

Wu Xiangnan looked at himself and could vaguely see a bit of bitterness on the face of Bai Gu's right hand.

"I'll give it a try!"

Seeing that Wu Xiangnan didn't pull out the burial mountain that was stuck on the volcanic rock, Haruki Amamiya said with a stern look on his face.

Immediately, the Flame Sparrow in his hand was unsheathed.

A huge flame sparrow like a phoenix appeared in front of Amemiya Haruki.

Amamiya Haruki immediately jumped up.

The next moment, a khaki-colored figure suddenly appeared in front of the three of them.

"The soul of the sword buried in the mountain by the sword?"

Looking at the khaki-colored figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, Haruki Amamiya, who is the master of the Futsu sword, would naturally be familiar with it.

"You can't pull it out and bury it in the mountain!"

Zong Shan Dao Hun took a look at the three of them, then shook his head with a bit of bitterness on his face and said.

"Why?"

A puzzled expression appeared on Amamiya Haruki's face and he asked.

The Fujin Nine Knives, the funeral mountain that has belonged to the second of this Fujin Knife over the years is the most mysterious, and no one has ever heard of anyone becoming its owner.

"The Burial Mountain, one of the Nine Swords of Misfortune, was borrowed by a god after it was successfully built, and a Tianjin God was sealed here. Over the years, the Burial Mountain has been integrated with this mountain!"

Soul of the Burial Mountain Sword spoke after hearing what Amamiya Haruki said.

"So whoever wants to pull out this burial knife must have the strength and physique that can shake mountains."

The Soul of the Burying Mountain Sword will tell you the conditions needed to draw the sword.

"Shaking the Mountains..."

Wu Xiangnan and Wang Mian coincided with each other, and the first thing they thought of was Xiang Yu, who was recorded in history as being able to lift mountains and surpass the world...

"Then do you know who can pull out this burial mountain?"

A look of disappointment appeared on Amamiya Haruki's face and said.

Obviously, the three people present did not have the conditions mentioned by Soul of the Burying Mountain Saber just now.

"As far as I know, only Wu Ji, who is also one of the Fujin Knives, may be able to pull out this funeral mountain!"

Soul of the Burial Mountain Blade said.

"Wu Ji..."

Amamiya Haruki had a blank expression on his face.

Doesn't that mean that if you want to pull out one of the Fujin knives, you still need God to do it yourself. After all, the master of Wu Ji's knife is God.

However, the world is so big, how can they find God?

"So my suggestion is that you first look for Wu Ji's sword master to come here!"

Seeing the expressions of several people, Soul of the Burying Mountain Knife sighed and said.

He is the sword soul of Zanshan. How many years has Zanshan been sealed here, and he has stayed here for so many years. He has almost forgotten what his hometown is like for so many years...

"Perhaps I can make a phone call..."

A look of hesitation appeared on Wang Mian's face, then he took out his hands from his bosom, dialed Li Qian's number and turned on the speakerphone.

After a while...

"When you received the letter, I was still wandering, thinking of the alleys we walked through holding hands... When you received the letter, I was still wandering..."

The phone rang... followed by a busy tone...

"Still wandering...fucking your uncle..."

Wu Xiangnan snatched the mobile phone from Wang Mian's hand, then threw it on the ground, crushing the mobile phone on the ground with one foot...

The successive unsatisfactory events have caused Wu Xiangnan's mentality to collapse.

But in the next second, Wu Xiangnan's blurted words stopped abruptly, because a familiar black figure appeared in front of him...