Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

When the mountains shake and the ground shakes, Guan Gan knows that this is his chance.

This murderous knife was born, and it cannot be retracted unless it is stained with blood, and it cannot be sheathed unless it is a human body.The place where the knife can be suppressed is either a place of great evil, or a pot of treasures. The person who suppresses the sword comforts the world with the spirit of the sword, and restores good fortune. , Accumulate the virtues of the whole life.

But obviously, Taiyin Mountain is not the place where a murder weapon can be suppressed, at least not now.

The water and soil here are neither a great evil nor a great blessing, and it is a blessing to accommodate the next gate, and there can be no more.

Who put this knife here?

Guan Gan didn't know, and didn't want to know, that his blade had been damaged. If he was lucky enough to get this murder weapon, he would be able to make up his own blade. Don't think too much now, because this is not a simple matter, he knows better than anyone else that if he fails, he will die.

His death will not leave a corpse, nor will it leave bloodstains, he will only be like every handful of ash floating in the air, slowly being blown around by the wind, falling wherever he wants to fall, Where I don't want to fall.

Involuntarily.

He has been looking forward to his own death for a long time. For him, the difference between being alive and dead is existence and disappearance, but now he suddenly feels that he can understand a little bit of the feeling that Ding Yan told him.

"Death means disappearing. You can't see the people you want to see, and the people you meet can't see you."

He didn't know who he wanted to see, but he knew that as long as he thought of this sentence, he would become less eager to die.

He couldn't tell whether he missed the world because of the person who spoke, or the world because of the words said by this person.

But he didn't want to die.

"Om-!"

It was the buzzing sound of a sword hitting, like the clanking of iron tools on stone.

"Come the knife!"

He stretched out his hand for a move, and Ding Qiankun, whose blade was damaged beyond shape, flew out of the ruins and stabbed straight here, as if he was out of control and was about to commit suicide.

Just before the worn-out long knife was about to pierce his spiritual body, the knife turned sharply and twisted out a beam of fire-like light, which fell into his hand.

He was determined to fight this lawless weapon with himself.

"Moo-"

There was a roar from the ground, like the neighing of a cow.

This is not Longyin, this voice is not so good, he judged.

The thunderclouds gradually gathered, and the black mist shrouded the so-called land of blessings of the moon god.

The thunder was rolling, and "Pang Pang" was like a drum.

The knife in the ground seems to be waiting for an opportunity, waiting for a good opportunity to hit with one blow and take the life of this already godly knife.He was also waiting for an instant, an instant when he could slash through the formation and turn the sword into pieces.

"Pang Pang——"

The first thunder won't wait, it strikes impatiently like a urging, engulfed in the wrath of the sky, it is a warning, a cry, and a ferocity.

It's time.

The murder weapon finally couldn't bear it anymore, it came through the wind, cut the air, and stabbed at him with a frenzied roar.

Guan Gan had predicted it a long time ago, and he was ready when the murder weapon came roaring, and he charged up all his strength to block it with his knife!The force was so great that his arms couldn't help shaking, the tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, his whole arm was about to collapse, and he could hardly hold the knife.

If there was only Ding Qiankun's blade fighting with this murderous weapon today, it might be burnt immediately if it couldn't bear it, but it wasn't, because the one holding the blade was not a mortal, but a true god.

"Ge Laozi, let me scare you crazy." Yang Jian stood far away from that place, and while watching the battle, he cursed in Shu dialect. He didn't stay there for long, after all, even if he was there Tens of millions of years have passed since his birthplace, and no one can remember his hometown dialect for so long and so clearly, but maybe because it is the place where he once lived, so he has a special preference for everything in that place, Not only did I apply to work there many times, but I also learned the dialect there with great interest.

The process of becoming a god will strip people's emotions and desires, but those emotions that have been deeply rooted in the body will always rush back in some places and at certain times.

He kicked Ding Yan, who was not sleeping peacefully on the ground, and a smile appeared on his usual arrogant face: "Yuying, it's worth it for you to go to the lower realm this time, I'm going to be sore."

Ding Yan frowned, fell into a deep sleep, and didn't respond at all.

"when--"

The two knives collided fiercely again, and the fierceness of the weapon had already consumed more than half of it in many head-to-head encounters.

But Guan Gan was even more embarrassed: he used his real body, although it was wrapped in divine power, it was eroded by the evil spirit of the other party.

"Ding--!"

Seeing that Ding Qiankun was at a disadvantage, the murder weapon immediately clamored, looking for an opportunity to defeat the enemy with one move.

The saber swung to the left suddenly, Guan Gan didn't dare to take the saber lightly and put it on the shelf, but he couldn't hold the real thing, the alarm bell in his heart rang, and he immediately pulled away to dodge.

That's too late!

The murder weapon was not as cunning as a knife. It used distraction to lure him to block to the left, but it stabbed him in the back with his real body.

The severe pain made Guan Qian's Lingtai tremble, almost shattered, and spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth. He didn't care, but tried his best to prevent the collapse of the Lingtai, and wrapped the broken knife blade when it thought he was winning. The divine power slashed straight down!

Swap one for one.

Thunderclouds billowed, and the Skyfury lightsaber mercilessly struck down——

The two broken knives fell from the sky together, and it was unknown which one would win and which would lose.

The author says:

The neck is not illuminated, if you poke me again, I will be useless