Chapter 1 Lin Fan returns after rebirth

"It's not difficult to borrow tens of thousands of years from you and barely use a fake Eternal Night."

The Moon Fox Ancestor just stood there, not because he didn't want to use his full strength.

It is to maintain this fake eternal night that the body cannot move.

It is like replicating a huge horror scene and bringing the rules directly into reality.

Being able to maintain it already shows how strong you are.

Like Sister Fox, but she couldn’t even catch the shape of the ghost shadow.

Above the imperial palace, Long Ying slightly raised his eyes and looked towards Moon Fox Patriarch. With just one glance, Moon Fox Patriarch's nerves tensed up suddenly, and a crack appeared on the moon in the eternal night.

Sister Fox really wanted to share the worries of the ancestor, but facing the eyes far away in the horizon, she was helpless.

The surrounding armies fell into decline under the influence of Lone Wolf Xiaoyu. With the help of Moon Fox Patriarch, they regained a little advantage. However, this advantage was wiped out as soon as Long Ying raised his eyes.

This is not yet the complete entry into the Human Emperor. Once you step into it, no one present dares to imagine what the scene will be like.

“Is that Meng Po?”

As for Lao Gui, they all have a vague impression of Meng Po.

After so many years, who will always remember whom? Tens of thousands of years are enough for a pure lover to forget ten first loves.

"If I remember correctly, it should be a female ghost?"

"Indeed, in my impression, it should be very big."

"which aspect?"

"..."

"Never mind, kill them all in the wide area first!"

……

Even if they have doubts in their hearts, they will not harbor doubts during a war.

This is a taboo. If they show any sign of hesitation, they will be killed by the other side. Then, no matter whether the one above is Meng Po or not, they will die.

In addition, Long Ying was too arrogant and had no intention of hiding behind the scenes. As the palace got closer, his appearance appeared in front of everyone.

"This place is damp. The main city is not built here. It is suitable for exiling criminals."

Long Ying could already feel the temperature and humidity around him.

He is gradually becoming a real person.

In contrast, over in the wide area, there was no sign of the appearance of the Human Emperor.

But the more difficult it was to figure out, the more uneasy he felt.

Lin Fan is trying a very new way of advancement, so new that it cannot be understood with the thinking of tens of thousands of years ago.

What people fear the most is the unknown, and the same goes for Dragon Shadow.

This undoubtedly accelerated his pace.

The closer they get, the greater the pressure from the wide area becomes, even beyond the tolerance of many weird things.

The Human Emperor is coming, and everyone will submit to him!

In the wide area, a burst of golden light rushed into the sky, spreading out waves of invisible wind.

The dragon's majesty directly dispersed the covered area!

It's that shadow again!

Another of my offspring!

The dragon shadow was angry. If this phantom also had the ambition to become emperor, he would be very happy and relieved.

However, as a descendant, he not only had no intention of ascending the throne, but also worked for outsiders.

What a piece of rubbish!

The dragon throne slapped its head, and guards with swords suddenly appeared in the palace. They were all made up of phantoms and were integrated with the palace.

"kill!"

The guards dressed in red clothes with gold patterns rushed towards the wide shadow without saying a word.

There seemed to be a vast road in the sky, connecting the palace and the phantom. The guards actually felt vibrations when they stepped on it.

The grand sound could be heard on the ground, and everyone looked up to see the strangeness. There were so many guards in the palace that five thousand elite soldiers rushed out with just one order.

No one knows how powerful they are. They have no tricks and no origin. Just holding a knife is enough to make the city destroyers feel scalp-tingling.

The phantom resisted the majesty emanating from the dragon shadow and didn't care at all about the sword-wielding guards who were rushing over.

It was as if it was agreed that it didn't need to care about these things, there would be someone to share its worries.

This person is Lin Fan.

In front of him, two figures, one big and one small, rushed out from the wide area.

Hundreds of swords returned and floated around the two ghosts.

Their appearance caused a lot of shock.

"Angry Face General!"

"Can it still fight?"

"A guy holding a hammer can go to the battlefield. This... his last name is Tang?!"

Nuyan Ganjiang felt the roar of hundreds of swords and his eyes became moist.

“I never thought that one day I would be able to control a hundred swords.”

As a craftsman who forges a hundred swords, he will not be looked down upon by a hundred swords.

They only look at the strong ones they recognize.

Nuyan Gan Jiang is not a strong man, he just reached the pinnacle in forging.

Being able to get Lin Fan's permission to temporarily control the Hundred Swords made it feel as if its wish had been fulfilled.

After following the Human Emperor for so many years, what it really wants is not to forge a large number of peerless divine weapons, nor to create a divine weapon that can bring disaster to a country.

It just wanted to experience with its own hands how powerful the strange weapon it made was.

This dream was realized with Lin Fan's casual words.

Facing the five thousand guards rushing in front of him, the angry Gan Jiang waved his sword gracefully, and hundreds of swords were arranged in formation, with charge, break the formation, kill the enemy, and attack as the order, and then he distributed the swords and rushed towards the five thousand guards.

In the end, Tai'a was like a commander, held in the hands of the angry general, and with a strong move, the speed and power of more than ninety strange weapons increased by several levels!

Even if it had never wielded a sword before, it knew the characteristics of each sword and knew how to make the best use of it.

No one knows his son better than his father. This saying can also be applied today.

Five thousand guards can blow away the coveted trick weapon with just one strike.

Just one of them flew away, and the next one was like an arrow, piercing directly through the guard's body.

The strange weapon that was blown away regroups and fights more bravely!

A charging trick weapon, whose characteristic is that every time it is defeated, it becomes stronger.

Until the end, invincible!

The power of the Hundred Swords was brought to its fullest in the hands of Nuyan Gan Jiang.

The strange man below murmured, "Only the Nuyan Ganjiang can do this. If the Moye next to him controls the Ten Thousand Swords, wouldn't he be defeated without a doubt?"

"Even Gan Jiang is so powerful, Moye must be powerful beyond measure."

"Even if I can't control ten thousand swords, a hundred swords shouldn't be a problem."

Amid everyone's fearful and expectant gazes, Moye moved.

It slowly raised its hands, one hand touched the biceps of the angry general, and the other hand clenched into a fist and placed it just below its chin, then -

"My husband is so great!"

With the blessing of pure love, Nuyan Ganjiang's speed in controlling the hundred swords is getting faster and faster.

Moye played the role of black silk, increasing the attack speed of Nuyan Ganjiang.

The sounds were great and powerful, and the hundred swords almost became a hundred afterimages, with the flowing lines gracefully reflected under the moonlight.

When everyone was paying attention to the angry general and his useless little wife.

He was only wearing a black suit, and he glanced at the shadow behind the angry Gan Jiang.

There was no mirror, but this time, the opponent no longer suppressed everyone. Everyone could look up, not only to see the phantom, but even the dragon's shadow.

I saw the shadow's tattered coat, old and skinny feet, and then his skinny chest, which was covered with a street fortune-teller's robe, and a pair of eyes that had long been blind.