"You still refuse to come out. Are you planning to wait until I pull out this gun-blade sword before you plan to kill me?"
Art looked around, but couldn't see anything.
Everything was quiet except for Xu Tong's voice.
Seeing no response, Xu Tong continued: "If I were you, I would keep hiding and never come out again. This game was destined not to be participated in by you, a little miscellaneous fish, from the beginning."
"Rumble, rumble..."
As Xu Tiaoxiao's voice fell, bursts of rumbling sounds suddenly surged throughout the dungeon. Sounds surged from all directions, and the vast aura rolled down like a violent wind and huge waves.
Suddenly, the Xuanhua Soul Lamp above Xu Tong's head was torn to pieces by the pressure.
The terrifying aura surged in, making Art's hair stand on end. It was then that he was horrified to discover that the skin and flesh on his body actually had black mold spots.
No matter how hard he scratched, the mildew seemed to soak into his flesh and began to eat away at his flesh and blood quickly.
Then there was a loud sneer, and with the black mist surging around him, a huge eyeball gradually took shape and appeared behind Xu Tong.
No body, no cheeks, just one eyeball.
When Xu Tong approached the dungeon for the first time, the sudden sense of peeping came from the gaze of this huge eyeball.
But this time, the gaze was closer to Xu Tong, and Xu Tong could even feel that his soul was trembling uneasily.
You don't need to look at it to notice the luck on your forehead. The moment your eyeballs appear, it's like an oil lamp that has lost its lampshade. It may be extinguished at any time in the strong wind and has reached its lowest point.
The calamity of death was just around the corner, but Xu Tong couldn't help but smile.
"Look, you still can't hold it back!"
After Xu Tong said this, he slowly turned around and looked directly at the huge eyeball.
The moment their eyes met, Xu Tong's face suddenly lost all color, and the pupil of this eyeball was like an abyss that absorbed the mind.
If his soul were not firm, he would have been swallowed up by just one glance and would never recover.
Art knew that he would never be able to hold on. The moment he saw the eyeball appear, he immediately took out Xu Tong's Pilgrim's Pill and swallowed it in his mouth.
After entering the elixir, the coldness all over Art's body was immediately relieved, and even the mildew spots on his body disappeared.
But even so, Art still didn't dare to make eye contact with the eyeball in front of him easily.
It's hard to imagine what kind of battle a thousand years ago could have left such a powerful demon king with only one eyeball left.
What is even more imaginative is how terrifying this demon king was a thousand years ago.
People living in such an era don't know whether to be happy or sad.
Fortunately, I was able to see the battle between demons and angels, but sadly, I will inevitably be affected by the conflict between the two.
Xu Tong calmed down and held the brocade bag tightly in his hand.
"I won't say the same thing twice. Just stay here and I'll make sure nothing happens to you!"
His eyes stared into Xu Tong's eyes.
"Hahahahaha..."
Suddenly, the surrounding demonic energy surged, and a huge laughter erupted.
Art was so shocked that he almost fainted.
"I was almost deceived by you, Amerta's host, it's a miracle that you can survive until now. Amerta, you are a timid guy, do you think you can deceive me by teaching him such words?
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The eyes were fixed on Xu Tong's body, as if he could look directly into Xu Tong's spiritual world through his physical body and find the Dark Lord Amerta who was drinking red wine.
Faced with the ridicule from Eyeball, Amerta just slightly raised the wine glass in his hand to show respect, and then continued to taste his own wine gracefully and calmly, without any intention of responding to Eyeball.
"Stupid, you will pay for your silence!"
Amerta's silence caused the pupils of his eyes to shrink slightly. Seeing that the test was useless, he snorted coldly and turned his attention to Xu Tong again.
This time the eyeballs slowed down and said: "Pull out the gun-blade sword. In the name of the great devil Oliver, I will let you live, but you must pull out the gun-blade sword first, otherwise..."
As he spoke, the surrounding demonic energy began to surge, squeezing towards the two of them.
There are no corpses of demons at all in this dungeon.
In other words, the body of the great devil Oliver has long since been reduced to ashes, but his powerful spiritual will is still firmly nailed here by this gun-blade sword.
There is no way to return to hell, nor to break through the obstacles of the cell.
In the long years, the only thing he could do was to use his own power to slowly corrode the surrounding sacred rocks until he spread his spiritual power and found someone who could break its shackles.
So at this moment, as long as Xu Tong can pull out the spear sword, it will be truly free.
As for the lives of these two little ants after freedom... Hey, if the devil talks about honesty, how can he let people learn what is dangerous in the world?
Xu Tong seemed to believe what Oliver said, nodded and said: "That's really great."
But after he finished speaking, as if he remembered something again, he took out a withered branch from the props book: "In addition, when I pull out this gun-body sword later, I don't want you to be so close to me.
, let’s use this branch as the boundary.”
As he spoke, he strode forward, drew a line of sword energy casually, drew a deep sword mark on the ground, and inserted the branch into the ground.
"Don't cross the line, anyone who crosses the line...will die!"
As soon as the word "death" came out, even the great devil Oliver couldn't help but feel a cold murderous aura.
This couldn't help but make the big devil feel scared. He didn't understand how dare this little human dare to say such words to him. Didn't he know that he could cut him into pieces with just one thought?
Ten thousand segments??
Just when Oliver was confused.
Xu Tong slowly opened the brocade bag in his hand.
"That is……"
Mr. Tai, who was staring at the crystal ball, suddenly had his pupils widened, his face no longer as calm as before, and his eyes were staring straight at the bag of tips in Xu Tong's hand.
No, it should be said that he was staring at the silver-white sword energy in the kit, which was as thin as a toothpick.
Pure Yang sword energy.
Even though it was just a ray of sword energy, the moment this ray of sword energy slowly flew out from the brocade bag, Oliver immediately felt like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. The pupils of his eyeballs instantly shrank to the extreme, and he instinctively flew very fast.
Dodge backwards.
Until his huge eyeballs were completely buried in the thick black mist.
"What's this??"
Art stood aside and stared at the silver sword hanging from the brocade bag with wide eyes.
Carefully feel the strange smell above.
Different from the sacred majesty of the church's holy light, this breath is very soft, so soft that it feels like a hand is placed on one's chest, and it is warm.
But within the softness, it seems to contain a power more powerful than the Holy Light. This power is indescribable and difficult to describe in his language.
Just like water, it can be a calm and peaceful lake, but it can also turn into waves that frighten the world.
Unfortunately, Art didn't know that there is a saying that the best is like water.
"not good!"
Seeing this ray of sword energy, Mr. Tai instinctively wanted to reach out his hand, but at this moment, A-mei sitting in front of her finally broke the silence and said the first thing since the two began to make a bet. Sentence: "Are you going to break the contract?"
Suddenly, Mr. Tai, who had his palm halfway out, his eyes turned cold, and he looked at A-mei coldly.
But now that A-mei has spoken, she will never back down, saying word by word: "I will take a step back, you can take action, one chance, but I want to increase my chips!"
"What chips!"
"Six hundred years!!"
Amei frowned slightly and put forward her own conditions.
If Mr. Tai loses this time, not only will he not be able to get the three hundred years that Amei mentioned before, but he will also have to erase the three hundred years of shackles on them.
This also means that the time for sisters A-mei and Thalia to serve themselves is about to expire.
Once they are no longer bound by the contract, the two of them can leave at any time, and Mr. Tai will have to spend a huge price to find a new administrator.
During this period, your experience center will not be able to open normally.
Thinking of this result, Mr. Tai couldn't help but hesitate, but when he saw the sword light in Xu Tong's hand, Mr. Tai thought that this was not a good deal.
But if it can be exchanged for a chance to take action, the transaction is not considered a loss.
"Can!"
Seeing that Mr. Tai agreed to her conditions, A-mei's eyes gradually became hot. It seemed that the gamble between her and Mr. Tai had only really begun now.
I saw Mr. Tai slowly turning the crystal ball.
With the rotation of the crystal ball, Oliver, who had originally promised to wait for Xu Tong to pull out the gun-blade sword, suddenly fell into a trance, as if he felt some force interfering with his thoughts.
Before he could understand what was going on, a voice appeared quietly in Oliver's consciousness.
"kill him!"
The vague voice gradually became clearer, and Oliver was in a trance, and a black light gradually appeared in his pupils.
Gradually, the voice in his head became stronger and stronger, and the murderous look in Oliver's eyes became more intense, and he even had a strong intuition in his heart, as if telling him that to stop this guy, he must stop him.
The strong murderous aura caused the surrounding demonic clouds to surge together.
Xu Tong naturally noticed this. Seeing this, he slowly stretched out his hand and held the Pure Yang Sword Soul in his hand.
After taking possession of the sword soul, a pure and powerful sword energy surged out uncontrollably, seemingly resisting Xu Tong.
Seeing this, instead of being angry, he slowly raised the sword soul and held it in his hand: "You want to kill me, how dare you!"
As he spoke, Xu Tong activated the power of formlessness.
"Tide all things!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword energy that was still resisting Xu Tong suddenly poured into Xu Tong's body.
Suddenly, bursts of poetry could be heard in my ears.
Communicate a golden elixir to the human world for eternity...
As the sound of poetry entered his ears, all of Xu Tong's dark energy disappeared, and his whole person began to have an ethereal aura.
More than 3,000 Dharma treatises have been practiced, and the magic pearl shines from the sword all night long.
I saw Xu Tong unconsciously raising the sword in his hand, and in an instant, I saw the pure Yang sword shining brightly like the moon.
A surge of majestic sword energy suddenly jolted Oliver's consciousness awake. The terrifying sword energy struck him, piercing his mind like a tough silver needle.
The unprecedented fear suddenly woke Oliver up from his hazy mental state.
"Sword Immortal!!!"
At the entrance of the hall, Daya screamed excitedly, unconsciously holding the fortune beside her with both hands and kneading it repeatedly.
There are three thousand laws in the world, and there are no swordsmen after the end of the Yuan Dynasty.
But since the death of Lu Zu, no one in the world has been able to cultivate this Pure Yang Sword Qi. It is said that the Pure Yang Sword Code left by Lu Zu is placed in Longmen Mountain of the Quanzhen Sect, and all Quanzhen Sect disciples can see it.
No one can truly succeed in cultivation.
Back in the palace, the drunkard killed the dragon with one sword. Even Taoist Master Xunlong was so frightened by that sword that he broke into cold sweat and even wanted to retreat for a time.
One can imagine how terrifying that drunk man's strength is.
The drunkard left a message to Xu Tong to find him alive because of Xu Tong's bottles of fire-burning knives, which was probably to test Xu Tong.
In the end, he didn't expect that Xu Tong really came back alive, so the drunkard added a pure Yang power to the pure Yang sword energy from the tree, turning it into a Pure Yang sword soul.
It contains the essence of swordsmanship in the Chunyang Sword Code, as well as the key tips for the drunkard to become a swordsman.
The original intention was to give Xu Tong an opportunity to find a sword and inject the sword soul into it. As long as he carries the sword all year round, he will naturally understand the sword's meaning as time goes by.
But even if the drunkard's cultivation was unfathomable and his sword became a heavenly being, he would never have imagined that Xu Tong would use the pure Yang sword soul as a medium to transform himself into a pure Yang body.
He even took the opportunity to have an epiphany of the Pure Yang Sword Canon for himself.
This is probably an opportunity that Xu Tong himself did not expect.
If he looks at his luck at this moment, he will find that his luck is rising steadily from unknown time, and there is a faint light shining on his luck from somewhere.
That was destiny, even if it was just for a moment.
For a moment, the image of the Pure Yang Sword Canon and the vast energy of Pure Yang appeared in his mind.
He closed his eyes and waved, and the Pure Yang Sword Soul in his hand was thrown straight into the Spear God Sword beside him.
Later, Art and Oliver were surprised to find that the sharp sword made a harsh buzzing sound, and with the buzzing sound, the holy light curse patterns on the sword began to blur.
"not good!!"
Seeing that the church's artifact began to self-destruct, Art was frightened and frightened in his heart. He wanted to step forward to stop the divine spear sword from continuing to tremble. However, before he even got close, he was blown away by the sword energy surging in the air.
"Click!!"
Oliver couldn't stop being ecstatic. He discovered that the sacred power nailed to his soul was about to disappear quickly.
Moreover, the Spear God Sword was actually full of cracks.
But he felt fear again, because he felt a power that made him even more afraid was resurrecting from the sword.
"asshole!!"
But Oliver may not know that at this moment, there is someone more angry and annoyed than him, and that is Mr. Tai, who is always observing all changes.
"You idiot, why don't you kill him? Do it quickly!!!"
Mr. Tai, who has always shown no emotion, started to get angry at this moment. Even he did not dare to reverse the trajectory of the script world. He had just interfered with Oliver's thinking. If a certified player discovers this matter and applies for arbitration, he will There will inevitably be backlash.
Even if Xu Tong is not a certified player, he does not dare to leave too many traces.
But what he didn't expect was that Oliver actually gave up.
At this moment, Mr. Tai wished he could personally remove Oliver from the script.
But he has no chance.
The A-mei in front of him always followed his every move with her eyes.
Seeing this, Mr. Tai took a deep breath and gradually calmed himself down: "Don't worry, I haven't lost yet!"
Amei didn't respond, silently looking at the picture in the crystal ball in front of her.
In the picture, the sacred weapon [Santias Spear Sword] recorded in the history of the church has disappeared, replaced by another simple sword.
Xu Tong stretched out his hand to grab the hilt of the medium-sized sword, and gradually opened his eyes. In the black and white eyes, there was a silver ring.
I saw Xu Tong's hand caressing the sword lightly.
The originally wide sword blade was now only three fingers wide and three feet long. The cloud pattern on the sword was simple and unpretentious.
Xu Tong's hand touched it, and the sword's blade emitted a faint light. Suddenly, the surrounding temperature seemed to be blown by a warm wind, sweeping away the filthy atmosphere just now.
"Is this... still the church's sacred weapon [Santias Spear and Sword]?"
Art stared at the sword blankly, swallowing with difficulty, almost crying without tears.
This is one of the most precious artifacts of the church, second only to the Spear of Destiny.
Xu Tong's voice was very gentle, as if his hand was not a weapon, but a part of his body: "Forget about your old almanac, it has a new name!"
"What??"
"Call it Chunyang!"
After saying that, the sword body trembled slightly, and the word Chunyang appeared on the side of the sword blade.