For Su Qing, the magic sword is just a tool. She can't use a sword at all. She will cut it randomly. If Xiu Ming teaches her to use a sword, it will probably increase its strength greatly. If the magic sword is used well, it will be powerful. Of course, the premise is that the mind will not be taken away, otherwise the sword will control people, not people will control swords.

Xiu Ming proposed to teach the sword to repay his kindness. Su Qing thought for a while and agreed. After all, she could do it herself. Moreover, Xiu Ming was born in Shushan and his swordsmanship should be extremely superb. Su Qing didn't believe it just now, but after almost cutting off the bridge, she believed it! She had to believe it! kΑnshúwu.ξà

But Su Qing thought too naively, and swordsmanship could not be refined overnight. However, Xiu Ming is weak now and has no way to do anything else, so he can only teach her swordsmanship.

This person, one ghost and one plot, started practicing immediately. Su Qing planned to practice for three days first, so she should be able to fight with the disease. This time, my aunt couldn't kill him.

Xiuming wanted to teach for three months first, and then learn other things after practicing the basic skills. If he is good at talent and has achieved a small success in half a year, he will look for the disease at that time. However, Xiuming is not optimistic and will not win if he doesn't learn for a few years.

Of course, Su Qing has other abilities and doesn't have to rely on swordsmanship.

At this time, on the other side of the city, Mingyuan looked at the dead people all over the streets, the crowded hospitals, the weak crowds, coughing, wailing, and screams kept coming, and he showed a cold smile.

The remaining two ghosts were not found, so he could only wait a few more days. However, the disease went smoothly and he was quite satisfied. As expected, it was much easier to find a few right-hand assistants than to end up in person.

Some diseases are fatal, acute, and people die soon, while others can slow down. But it should not take long before this city will become a dead city, right? Read the book

At that time, all the ghosts will flood into the underworld, and the ghost messengers will be unable to do anything. At that time, the underworld will be full of ghosts, and the King of Hell will definitely come up. No one except the King of Hell can cure him.

If you don’t come up, everyone in the world will die!

"King of Hell, it's not that I killed innocent people indiscriminately, but that you forced me! If you come up early, fewer people will die. Fight with me with you, or the one who killed them will be your King of Hell, not my Mingyuan! You have harmed them, do you understand?"

Ming Yuan said to the earth, as if he hoped that his words would be heard by the Ten Palaces of Hell.

At this time, a ghost shadow flew over and fell behind Mingyuan. It was the disease. If he didn't see him for a day, his ghost power increased greatly. He relied on harvesting the pain and resentment of the sick and dead person. During this day, he didn't know how much of this thing the disease had sucked, and there were still many that were not digested. If he continued like this, his strength would reach an unprecedented level of terror.

Of course, the disease is not stupid. After killing so many people, the ghost officer will not sit idly by. Sooner or later, it will be difficult to find him. It is difficult to be safe and sound. A large-scale massacre of ghost officers will come to arrest him. I hope Mingyuan will keep his promise at that time, otherwise he will be done.

"Hmph, you seem to have become stronger." Ming Yuan glanced at the disease and said perfunctorily. In his eyes, no ghost could beat him. His target was the King of Hell. This has shown that he is the ceiling of the ghost world, and no ghost can surpass him.

No ghost dares to openly provoke the King of Hell, let alone the King of Hell, even the judges, ghost messengers, and ghost generals, they dare not provoke them.

"Mingyuan, remember to protect me. I have a premonition that the ghost messenger may come to capture me."

The disease reminds Mingyuan not to forget his promises.

Mingyuan nodded and reassured him. What is the ghost mess in his eyes? Is shit? Haha.

The disease demon saw that Ming Yuan was so arrogant and didn't say anything, but he had never seen Ming Yuan's true strength, so he always held a half-believing and half-doubted attitude.

Once the situation is wrong, he will immediately escape and challenge the ghost man. This is the first time he has heard of it. Whether he has this ability depends on the follow-up.

"What should I do next?" asked the diseased demon, wondering what the next instructions for Mingyuan were.

"Wait! Kill each city at a time, no hurry."

Mingyuan's answer surprised the disease. He thought Mingyuan wanted him to kill everyone in an instant, but he didn't expect that this guy seemed to be playing a game, and seemed to be waiting for something.

No matter what, he will benefit anyway. If the situation is wrong, just retreat immediately.

"Do you know where the other two evil ghosts in the ten palaces have gone?" Ming Yuan asked to the disease.

"There are ten evil ghosts in the ten palaces. Which two are you asking?" The diseased man smiled bitterly. This question was too confusing and ambiguous.

"Unlucky ghost and bloody clothes." Ming Yuan asked.

"Unlucky guy? She has disappeared for many years, and I have never seen her before. I don't know what she looks like. I heard that she was one of the tenth halls in the early days."

"The words in the blood-clothing seem to have been integrated into human life."

The disease recalls the affairs of these two ghosts. Ten palaces are quite complicated and have everything, but I don’t really know much, so I usually only know a rough idea.
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