Chapter 458: Devil May Cry Sword Reappears

Just when the three-color demon domain was about to fall.

The oily and heavy ghost wood waist pendant worn by Xu Yang on his waist trembled slightly, and two familiar coughs came from it.

"Cough cough."

Immediately, a white stream of light flashed, and the light and shadow faded, and Guigu Yeyan with white hair and black robe appeared.

Guigu Yeyan stood in the void, looking like an ordinary old man, with a thin figure, but his eyes were as firm as Mount Tai. He looked up at the tall figure of the Eight-branched Scaled Dragon in the sky, pointed with his hand, and said coldly: "Five-headed little bug, I haven't seen you for five hundred years, and you are running wild again. It seems that your eight heads don't want to stay on your neck anymore."

The tone was not high, but it seemed like the rhythm of God, shaking the void, and it sounded like a sword at the throat of the Eight-branched Scaled Dragon.

"Who are you?" The Eight-branched Scaled Dragon trembled.

The eight-branched dragon in the sky seemed to see the shadow of a person when he saw the unprepossessing Guigu Yeyan. It was a young man, a young man who had defeated him five hundred years ago. Although the appearance of the old man in front of him was very different from that young man, his aura and tone of voice were exactly the same.

I saw that Guigu Yeyan raised his right hand, and the black air in his palm condensed, revealing a three-foot-long black sword.

The sword was as black as ink, dull and without light, and no one knew what it was made of. The surface of the sword was covered with fine cracks, like black pottery pieces that had been smashed and spliced ​​together with clay. It looked unprepossessing, but it exuded an indescribable weird aura.

Without stopping for a moment, Guigu Yeyan threw the black long sword in his hand in front of him, and then quickly stretched out a finger and lightly touched the sword body of the long sword, and a black halo on the fingertip immediately dispersed.

Suddenly, a huge black ghost aura burst out from the sword body, which was the ghost domain and the sword domain. The three-color demon domain in the sky actually dodged when it touched the pitch-black ghost domain, just like a wolf encountering a stronger tiger and becoming extremely timid.

The powerful sword domain was extremely sharp, piercing the boundaries of space, reaching the sky and the eighteen levels of hell.

The various evil ghost souls in the eighteen levels of the underworld were immediately attracted by the ghost domain. Hundreds of ghost king souls, some with green hair, some with horns, some with fire eyes, and some with long tongues... were all sucked into it.

Then, the ink-colored sword domain on the sword body shrank back like a whale sucking water, and the surface of the black sword body made a crackling sound, as if it could not withstand the huge ghost power brought back from the sword domain.

"Hua La!"

The pitch-black sword body broke into hundreds of pieces and hovered in the air.

"It's really you, a different ghost fire!". The sixteen eyeballs on the eight heads of the eight-branched scale dragon in the sky were staring round, full of disbelief, and the body trembled with fear unconsciously.

"I am me, a different ghost fire." Guigu Yeyan said proudly.

His voice was just as domineering and unrestrained as it was five hundred years ago.

After that, he stretched out his finger and pointed at the broken sword body. With a puff, the broken swords swirled and glued together, and a rolling black ghost energy burst out.

The black mist gathered, revealing a human figure.

This person was eight feet tall, with long gray hair to his shoulders. A narrow gray cloth covered his eyes and tied a simple knot behind his head. There were silver ghost runes painted on the gray cloth. His skin was blue-gray and shiny, and his muscles were as hard as a pen stroke. He only wore a simple gray animal leather pants. His hands and feet were naked, and his fingertips were slender like hooks. Strangely, the surface of this person's skin was covered with many light golden cracks like cracks, as if the whole person was made up of pieces.

"It's the Hundred Ghost Sword Spirit, Hundred Mang!"

On the warship, the Great Emperor of the East Sea, who had been watching the battle, was surprised to see the ghost man transformed by the Devil Cry Sword.

The scene in front of Wu Bai seemed to reappear in front of him.

He witnessed with his own eyes that the young man who called himself "Different Ghost Fire" five hundred years ago summoned such a black sword and said "Hundred Mang, cut off these eight-headed insects for me", and the result was that the Eight-headed Scaled Dragon lost eight heads, and he himself was seriously injured and fled in a panic, barely saving his life.

At this time, the Great Emperor of the East Sea had a dead look on his face, and the previous excitement turned into extremely disappointed. The whole person seemed to fall from heaven to hell, his hands and feet were cold, and he murmured: "It's over, it's over."

Strangely, this ghost man didn't seem to have the intention to act immediately.

At the same time, in the distant evil spirit world.

In the world full of deep blue sea water, the eyes of the Eight-headed Scaled Dragon reflected the image of the Hundred Ghosts transformed by the Devil Cry Sword. The eight-headed beast couldn't help shaking its eight heads back and forth, peeking at each other. Seeing that his eight heads were still on his neck, he was very relieved. But he felt the pain on his neck that had not healed for five hundred years.

"Master Ghost Fire, if there is a chance, my original body will definitely ask you for the pain of being decapitated for five hundred years."

After that, the eight-headed beast exuded a monstrous demonic aura, and a transparent scale dragon phantom that was exactly the same as its original body was pulled back out of thin air by it, and disappeared into its body. After that, the eight-headed beast dived into the sea water below, leaving only a huge vortex on the sea surface that lasted for a long time.

In the sky above the Fengming Abyss in the East China Sea.

The clone of the eight-headed scale dragon also shook his eight heads, and said with a turn of his eyes: "I am not interested in fighting anymore today. The air here is not fresh enough, which makes me very uncomfortable. Master Ghost Fire, you can play by yourself."

After that, his figure turned into a transparent water body in a large area of ​​rolling demonic aura until he disappeared.

As the demonic aura of the eight-headed scale dragon dissipated, the sky and the sea became clear again.

"Thank you Master for taking the initiative." Xu Yang looked at Gui Gu Yeyan's semi-spiritual body in mid-air, feeling surprised and happy.

Gui Gu Yeyan just nodded, with a proud smile on his lips, and said through his voice: "Apprentice, my master can only help you so far."

After saying that, Gui Gu Yeyan's aura suddenly weakened. Almost at the same time, high in the sky, the gray-haired and naked sword spirit Bai Mang emitted a large black ghostly aura from his body, and transformed back into the appearance of a three-foot black sword. After that, as Gui Gu Yeyan turned into a stream of light, it went straight back to the Ghost Wooden Waist Pendant on Xu Yang's waist.

"Master, Master." Xu Yang shouted and touched the Ghost Wooden Waist Pendant with his hand.

"Remember, apprentice, fighting relies on momentum. Hehe." Gui Gu Yeyan's faint joking voice came from the Ghost Wooden Waist Pendant, and then it became unusually quiet.

"It seems that Master is getting weaker and weaker. Maybe he no longer has the strength to activate the Devil May Cry Sword again." Xu Yang worried.

On the warship opposite.

The Emperor of the East China Sea saw Gui Gu Yeyan's body disappear. His eyes that were originally disappointed suddenly became excited again, and he laughed loudly and said: "It turns out that he is just a half-soul spirit body now, and it seems that he has no ability to activate the ghost sword. God help my scale dragon tribe."

"Your Majesty, the situation of several princes does not look good," said the golden-armored general Boluo on the side. After speaking, he respectfully handed over a gold-plated monocular telescope.

The Great Emperor took the monocular and looked at the opposite side carefully.

The eldest prince in gold robe, second prince in red robe, third prince in purple robe, fifth prince in green robe and sixth prince in blue robe appeared in the camera. The royal horns on their heads had been cut off, and several of them were trembling, rolling on the ground, groaning in pain, unable to muster the strength to fight back.

The Emperor of Donghai's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly used his telescope to search for the eighth prince he valued most. When he saw that the pair of horns on the head of the white-robed boy with two horns were safe and sound, but he had just summoned the power of faith, his whole body felt a little sluggish, and he said to himself: "Fortunately, Lao Ba is fine."

The white-robed boy with two horns stared at the sky blankly, unable to believe his eyes: "Did the Eight-Different Scaled Dragon God I believe in escape? No, he must be really not used to the air here." He would rather find someone else. The reason was that he really didn't want to believe that the omnipotent Eight-Dimensional Scaled Dragon God in his heart would be so frightened that the person on the opposite side just showed off his moves and disappeared.

At this moment, on the warship, a man in Qingshui, dressed in black robes, held a fist-sized and exquisitely crafted gold conch in his hands. He approached it with a smile on his face and said respectfully: "In honor of the Lord of Shadows, As ordered, Pindao Qingshui people pay homage to the Emperor of the East China Sea.”

"Why did you come up here without my permission? What time is it now? How can I allow you to mess around here?" the golden-armored general Boluo said angrily.

The Great Emperor of the East China Sea turned his head and looked. Not only did he not feel angry at all, but he said kindly: "It turns out to be the envoy of Lord Shadow Master. He was not welcomed from afar."

Then he glanced at the golden-armored general Boluo and whispered: "The Shadow sent someone to visit, why didn't you tell me earlier."

The golden-armored general Bo Luo was puzzled, but he did not dare to contradict him. He kept saying: "It's all because of the negligence of the humble ministers who didn't have time to report to His Majesty."

"This is not to blame General Boluo, he also just found out my identity. The Lord Shadow has explained before that the identity and true purpose of this trip to the East China Sea cannot be exposed without seeing you, the Emperor of the East China Sea. Pindao just followed the instructions Just do it," Qingshuiren explained quickly.

After saying that, Qingshui Man held the golden conch in his hands and handed it over.

The Emperor of the East China Sea took the golden conch with his own hands and looked at it carefully. The eight-headed scale dragon pattern and special restrictions on the golden conch were very familiar. It was the one he personally gave to Shadow. He nodded with satisfaction. The remaining doubt in his eyes disappeared.

"It's the time when our Donghai royal family is fighting with some thieves. Please don't take offense at neglecting Taoist Master Qingshui." The Emperor of Donghai said very politely.

The golden-armored general Boluo on the side saw this and muttered in his heart: "I have never heard your majesty talk about the shadow organization. Why do you think this Qingshui man seems so close to you when you meet him for the first time today? It's better to say less."

Mr. Qingshui immediately replied: "His Majesty the Emperor spoke seriously. My sudden revelation of my identity at this time has something to do with this fight."

The tasks assigned to me by the Shadow Master are all in the golden conch.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor of the East China Sea put the golden conch to his ear and pressed it lightly with his fingers. A voice came from the conch...

After a while, the Emperor of the East China Sea took the golden conch in his hand with a serious face, whispered a few words to the golden conch, then handed it back to Master Qingshui, and said: "The agreement between the Shadow Master and I, I have always kept it in mind. I will definitely do what I promised the film master. In addition, the film master also asked me to help him find a pair of blue flame spirits."

Upon hearing this, Master Qingshui quickly took over and said, "The pair of blue water flame spirits are about to unlock a secret seal. As for what the seal is, I don't know. Right now, the pair of blue water flame spirits are on the opposite side. It would be great if the Emperor would personally help Xu Yang and Liu Haiyu."

The Great Emperor of the East China Sea narrowed his eyes, looked at the opposite side and said: "Bo Luo, summon a few princes back first. Since the Shadow Master has entrusted me, I will personally take down the few thieves opposite."