Chapter 1 Lin Fan returns after rebirth

"The mirror... you can't see it, right?"

"Bar?"

Baidi repeated the last word.

Obviously, this involves a blind spot in the knowledge of the black dress. Whether it is possible or not, it has never been tried at all.

"Then try next time?"

Baidi was very considerate and did not take the opportunity to laugh at it, like a sensible child.

"Okay, I'll go get ready first..."

The man in the black suit was about to turn his head when he paused.

Extremely powerful auras floated in the distance - the old ghosts have arrived.

"Why so fast?"

The man in black formal wear frowned deeply, unable to understand how they could reach Guangyu so quickly from Yama Palace with the three Xiangyu ancestors blocking the way.

The monster in the Eight Finger Realm is already dead.

Is there any other trick in the world that can achieve collective teleportation?

Further behind the old ghosts, from afar, a magnificent golden palace was floating in the sky. The closer it got, the stronger the purple air around it became.

Purple to the point of being black.

However, the truly black air in the wide area was gradually decreasing, and it was much weaker in momentum.

Not a match for the opponent at all.

"what is that."

"Is it... the palace?"

"Has Meng Po already embarked on the path of wrecking the country?"

"The night of national disaster has not ended, so it should not have been successful."

This scene was beyond the understanding of the young weirdos in the wide area.

But for the old tricks, it is a bit beyond the scope.

They only knew that Meng Po was inside the palace, but they had only a vague idea of ​​how she avoided the path to national disaster cut off by the Human Emperor.

"The palace is a disaster for the country... Not only did it borrow the luck, but it also seized the palace?"

"But the night of national disaster is not over yet. Why is it in such a hurry to come out?"

"Could it be that the Guangyu side is almost done, and it is afraid?"

"Is it……"

Lao Gui looked out over the vast area, which was filled with city destroyers. A rough estimate showed that they were not inferior to them in terms of numbers and overall strength.

The area of ​​a city-destroying battle is very vast, so the range for charging after the city is destroyed is much smaller.

It can be said that in the wide-area battle, the only ones who ultimately decide the outcome are Lin Fan and "Meng Po".

At least they believe that the one who controls everything in the palace is Meng Po herself.

Flying swords slowly flew towards the ghosts.

The monsters in Guangyu and Bagu Mountain hesitated at first, then grasped the strange weapons beside them.

"Is this... a sword tomb?"

"Why are they all flying out?"

"So powerful! This is the trick weapon made by General Nuyan."

"It's not even a famous weapon. If it were one of the Hundred Swords, I'm afraid..."

The city destroyers looked at the strange weapon in their hands with surprise on their faces.

The vast majority have never seen the work of Nuyan Gan Jiang himself, but have only seen one or two imitations in the weird world.

Now, not only have I seen it with my own eyes, but I have also held it in my own hands. The surprise and delight I feel is beyond words.

"With this strange weapon, the old strange thing is nothing."

"I'll kill anyone who comes!"

The city destroyers were very enthusiastic, but some performed mediocrely.

For example, the Drunken Immortal, the Scholar, and the Secretariat, because it is an evil blood spider.

They showed no respect for the strange weapon at all.

The scholar mainly thought that since everyone had it, this strange weapon was not a rare item.

In the palace, bursts of golden light descended. Purple air followed the golden light and fell into each old monster. Their origins were vague and showed signs of surging.

The sudden increase in origin means that one can use tricks more unscrupulously.

The other side has tricky weapons, but we have endless tricks!

Faced with the high aura of Guangyu, the old guild members were not at all nervous. Instead, they showed a kind of contempt of seniors looking at the younger ones, and even started to open their markets, just like the ancestors of Xiangyu before.

"This time, let's see who kills more."

"Okay, whoever kills more can get something from the other party."

"All right! You have to accept whatever it is."

The stakes are getting bigger and bigger, and under the stimulation of the stakes, the excitement and passion are overwhelming!

"A trickster weapon?"

Long Ying looked at the wide area. Even the Half-Step City Destroyer was equipped with a strange weapon. Even the Broken Path could have a chance to get one. He couldn't help but feel ridiculous.

"I have no other choice but to choose the sword tomb, but I don't know who the sword tomb belonged to before."

The dragon shadow slowly raised his hand, and in an instant Meng Po fell to her knees.

All the ghosts in front of Guangyu paused and it became very difficult for them to look up.

"This is... the power of the last generation of the Human Emperor!"

"Absolutely regal... Damn, kind of scary."

"Boss Lin's strange weapon seems to be made based on this prototype."

Long Ying has not yet become the true Human Emperor. It is a pipe dream for him to suppress all the weirdness. Even if he is superior to the phantom on Lin Fan's body, he can only suppress four or five at the same time at most.

He also had no intention of using his royal power to suppress the battlefield, though doing so would certainly give his own team a greater chance of winning.

But with the situation opening up, it doesn’t matter who wins or loses in the city destruction. What matters is whether Lin Fan inside dies or not.

As long as he doesn't die, everything we do here is in vain.

What Long Ying really wanted to do was to bring despair to Lin Fan.

For example - take away all these tens of thousands of strange weapons!

"Let me see what choice you will make when faced with despair. Come to me!"

The last word "come" from Long Ying's mouth echoed throughout the battlefield, and all the strange weapons emitted bursts of sword sounds.

Then--

Didn't obey orders.

In front of the dragon shadow, none of the strange weapons moved, and all were firmly held in their own strange hands.

"Come here, come here!"

This time, the strange weapons didn't even resonate with each other.

"this…"

The confusion grew stronger in Long Ying's calm expression.

First, they didn't understand why Lin Fan took the initiative to sacrifice the luck of the Human Emperor, and then they didn't understand why the strange weapon didn't obey orders.

Nuyan Ganjiang was his former craftsman. The strange weapons he created must obey his orders. This is a fixed rule that cannot be broken.

As a result, it failed and not even one could be recalled.

"Bai Jian, come see me quickly."

Long Ying's eyes were fixed on Guang Yu, and his voice was low, so only Meng Po beside him could hear it.

But in the sword tomb, this sentence was deafening, even Lin Fan's ears were ringing.

Nuyan Ganjiang's face changed drastically, "How is it possible! Didn't he die tens of thousands of years ago?"

How could it not remember the voice of Longying?

This is the last human emperor that it was loyal to and was trapped to death in the sword tomb in this life.

In front of Lin Fan, hundreds of swords were trembling, the sound was echoing, and layer of dust and dirt fell off the walls of the cave.

Among the hundreds of swords, an almost invisible black shadow floated in the air, like a Dou Zong powerhouse who stood in the air without wings.

It simply raised its hands, and the famous swords around it began to revolve around it.

"Great, I gradually understand everything. It turns out that this damn disaster to the country is just like that."

Lin Fan glanced at the famous sword that was chirping, "It seems that the other party is eager to see the momentum of the Hundred Swords soaring, you might as well go and meet him."

"Hahahaha, okay. I'm horny and thirsty now, but scumbag, I have one last question for you."

The ghost looked back, and this time, it was no longer a crude and rogue, but a general who had fought on the battlefield for many years and was full of violence!

Waves of black gas floated on the armor.

It asks:

"The previous emperor had not even taken the throne when I chopped off his head—"

"Are you sure you want to believe me?"