The gray jackdaw's wings cut through the bloody moonlight, and the swaying bamboo shadows cast extremely twisted shadows on the path, like ghosts.
Ling Feng could feel the bronze coin pinching in his palm, and suddenly began to become hot. The pain caused by the heat made Ling Feng unable to help but raise his palm, but found that the coin actually melted in his palm.
Moreover, in an instant, he sank into his palm and disappeared into his body without a trace!
Ling Feng's eyelids hopped suddenly. There was strangeness everywhere in the ghost place, and this coin was thrown to him by the crows.
Now that the coin is integrated into his body, I don’t know if he will be involved in the plot of the people behind the scenes.
Ling Feng tightened his fists, and at this point, he could only take one step at a time.
Fluttering--
The sound of crows flapping their wings seemed unusually clear on this quiet and terrible path.
When the twelfth crow flapped his wings and swept over the three people's heads, the sound of iron chains shuffling the ground suddenly came from the depths of the bamboo forest.
"Dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-d
The sound of rust and the moaning years came through the fog, and Ling Feng and Mio became alert in an instant.
But the black crow mark on Xizi's wrist suddenly began to seep dark red blood.
Xizi staggered and couldn't stand steadily. Ling Feng hurriedly stepped forward to hold her waist and said warmly, "How is it? Is it happening again?"
"No..."
Kiko shook her head, "It's another feeling, just like..."
After a pause, Xizi gritted her teeth and said, "Something is calling me."
"Look at that side!"
Mio's voice suddenly sounded, and the scepter she held high in her hand suddenly lit up, reflecting a sudden building in front of her.
It seemed like a three-story pavilion made of countless living flesh and blood. The lanterns hanging under the eaves were skinned skulls, and green ghost fires were pounding in their eyes.
The plaque "Pawnshop No. 0" on the lintel is filled with dark red liquid, which is sticky and moist, mixed with a strong smell of blood, and is rushing towards you.
"Hehehe..."
A strange laughter came from the attic, and Ling Feng and the other two suddenly widened their eyes. The laughter made people even more creepy.
"Aren't you here to find me? Come in!"
The sound in the attic was a little more impatient. Then, with a "bang", the door of the attic opened automatically, accompanied by a cold wind.
"Welcome to Pawnshop No. 0!"
A hoarse voice wrapped in the scent of tobacco, and a blue smoke slowly emerged from the shadow of the porch.
Immediately afterwards, a hunchbacked old man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with triangular eyes and goatee beard, holding an emerald smoke gun in his hand, slowly walked out of the smoke.
The sparks on the pipe were unstable among the tobacco. Every time a few steps were taken, the old man would swallow the clouds and spit out the mist.
Ling Feng looked closely and saw that the old man's robe was spotless and looked a little out of place with the surrounding environment.
The next moment, Ling Feng's pupils contracted - there were clearly a pair of tiny horns on the old man's forehead.
"Let me smell it."
The old man clamped the smoker under his armpit, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and then closed his eyes and sniffed through the air.
"Well, are you a junior from the Sasaki family?"
He opened his eyes and stared at Xizi. The next moment, the old smoker spit out a smoke ring, and the smoke condensed into the shape of the demon sword village in the air.
"Hehe, that old man Muramasa keeps his promise and promises to pay off his granddaughter's life..."
"What did you say?"
Ling Feng frowned and subconsciously protected Xizi behind him. The sword edge that was destroyed in all directions ignited a red gold flame.
He could feel the power of the seven sins in his body being restless, as if awakened by some ancient existence.
"Just, just kidding."
The old smoke ghost waved his hand and suddenly approached Ling Feng. The pupils behind the lenses were cracked into six petals: "It's interesting, you have their scent."
He raised his pale fingers and wanted to touch Ling Feng's neck, but his palm reached halfway and then took it back. He then laughed and said, "Since he is the descendant of an old friend, he has been guided by the gray jackdaw to come to No. 0 If you want to do any transaction, just say it. "
"I want to get the blood of sin."
Ling Feng stared at the old man with a vigilant look on his face: "Grandpa said before his death that he would go to the Hesitation Street and look for the Nightmare Ghost Shura, and he would get the blood of sin. Senior should be the Nightmare Ghost Shura that grandpa said."
"Hehehe..."
The old man laughed like a night owl, and his pipe knocked out sparks on the counter.
"Is the old guy dead? Let me check it out!"
As he said that, the old man's eyes trembled in a rumbling manner. Then, the dense bottles and jars on the wall trembled in response, and various objects were floating in each jar-
There is a beating heart, bloodshot eyes, a tongue wrapped in runes, or just a piece of paper, a hair, a piece of skin...
Soon, the old man finally opened his eyes again and smiled in a slight smile: "Sasakimura was using sin blood to exchange for the demon sword, but now if he wants to get the sin blood..."
The smoke ghost shot the ashes, and the ashes fell to the ground and turned into poisonous snakes to swim towards Xizi, "I need a knife score."
"Standard Note?"
Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the "The Cang Yue Slash" that Sasaki Masaku finally passed to Kiko and himself.
"Is it the Cang Yue Slash of the Underworld?"
Ling Feng blurted out.
"It doesn't matter what the name is, but we must make up for the missing sword intent of the demon sword."
Xizi gritted her silver teeth, took a deep breath, and sacrificed the demon sword.
"Senior, please see."
The next moment, Xizi waved the demon sword and used the mystery of the sword technique taught her grandfather.
When the last move "Mingdao Cang Yue Slash" was used, the smoke ghost clapped and cheered.
"Good, very good knife skills."
"Then can the sword technique be exchanged for the blood of sin?" Ling Feng and Xizi looked hopeful.
"Ah, that's how it is." The smoke ghost shook his head, "I'm afraid it won't work."
"Why not!"
Xizi bit her delicate lip, "This is a sword technique created by grandpa's life-long efforts!"
"If it doesn't work, it doesn't work."
The smoke ghost shook his head, "I said back then that Sasaki Kimura was too qualified. The blood of sin said that he was a living person, but in the end he would probably become a dead person. In short, the sword technique just now was so careless, and it could barely be used to trade. Something else, but I'm sorry, I can't do it if I want to redeem the blood of sin."
The smoke ghost said, and spit out another smoke ring, "You have three hours to consider, but don't blame me for not reminding you. If you don't leave until dawn, you will have to stay in the Hesitant Street forever in the future." br>
"Anyway, I must have sin blood?"
Ling Feng's eyes narrowed. The reason why he was lurking in the Black Feather Dojo was to spend so much effort to deceive Sasaki Masato's trust was not for the sake of the Crystal of Sin! Now the old smoker said he couldn't get it back, so he worked in vain.
"Hehehe..."
The smoke ghost's mouth grinned to the corners of his ears, revealing his mouth full of fangs: "Just use this girl's soul to resist."
Before he finished speaking, Xizi suddenly covered her heart and fell to the ground, and black blood vessels like spider-web-like ink appeared under her skin.
Ling Feng blocked the girl's sword with his sword, held the ten directions with one hand and grabbed the demon sword village with the other, crossing the cross in front of his chest.
Buzz!
The two divine weapons roared at the same time, making a slight tremor. The abacus beads on the counter jumped on their own, and various organs in the glass jar on the wall began to hit the wall of the instrument wildly.
"It's interesting."
The smoke ghost's eyes focused on Ling Feng, "For their sake, I can give you a chance."
As he spoke, the figure of the smoke ghost gradually dissipated in the smoke.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
"If you can create a knife score that Sasaki Murama cannot complete within three hours, I can consider handing over the blood of sin to you. Go, follow the guidance of Jackdaw, there is a place that may help you. …”
The last few words turned into crows' hissings. The next moment, the whole pawnshop suddenly began to wriggle, and the flesh and blood secreted an extremely fishy mucus.
"Is this place alive?!"
Ling Feng helped Xizi retreat to the corner of the wall, and Mio immediately waved her scepter and unfolded the Holy Light barrier.
Sizzle!
The mucus drips on the barrier, making a sizzling corrosive sound.
"Ah!————”
The gray jackdaw slapped his wings and made a sharp and harsh roar, "Follow me! Come with me!"
Ling Feng's eyes narrowed, and he immediately looked at Xizi and Mio, then took the lead and rushed to the front.
After a while, under the guidance of the jackdaw, everyone came to the front of a blood-colored bronze door.
Ling Feng held his breath and vaguely saw the gap behind the bronze door, bursting with blood, and the buzzing sounds of countless broken blades penetrated his eardrums.
Ling Feng reached out to try to open the bronze door, but was blocked by the scepter in Mio's hand.
"Do you really need to open it? I always feel that something is wrong with that smoker."
Mio gritted her silver teeth. Everything she saw tonight was too incredible for her, the saint who came out of the Purdue Academy for the first time.
"Is there any other choice?"
Ling Feng shrugged and then reached out and grabbed the door knocker.
The moment the fingertips touched the door knocker, the bronze Taotie on both sides suddenly opened his scarlet eyes.
Buzz!
The thick bronze door suddenly opened.
Everything that comes to my eyes is even more terrifying than I imagined.
This is a knife tomb!
The ground where humus is accumulated is full of broken blades, and each knife hilt is wrapped with faded nameplates.
As the wind blew across the swords, the whimpering sounds echoed at the bottom of the valley, as if thousands of undead were crying and expressing their unfinished obsessions.
As soon as Ling Feng stepped into the knife tomb, countless black shadows surged out of the blade.
They seemed to be still tragic before their death: some samurai who were cut in half crawled with their intestines, some swordsmen with their eyes dug up waving their blind sticks, and some monks who were charred all over were chanting the mantra of rebirth...
The sword light condensed by resentment woven into a net of heaven and earth, and each one carries the obsession of killing.
"No wonder that guy said that this place will be helpful for comprehending the sword technique."
Ling Feng frowned. This place seemed to bring together swordsmen who control the world's famous swords, and their final result.
Maybe it is an illusion or maybe it is real, but those terrible artistic conceptions do coincide with the evil aura inspired by the demon sword.
"Xizi, how about it? Do you have any experience?"
Ling Feng turned his head and looked at Xizi. Xizi gritted his teeth and held the demon sword, but before he raised his arm, he bit his lips pale, "I... why did I have no strength at all!"
"It seems that I can only rely on me."
Ling Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly, grabbed the demon sword Masato, and began to recall the night when Sasaki Kimura taught sword skills.
But the next moment, he shook his head again.
The Crusade of the Cang Yue of the Underworld is indeed extremely exquisite.
But in the end, I couldn't catch the eyes of the smoke ghost.
I am stuck in the Killing Moon Slash of the Underworld. No matter how I improve it, the final result may be unsatisfactory.
So, what he had to do was to create a complete swordsmanship within these three hours!
At this moment, the past in front of me suddenly turned upside down.
He seemed to be dragged from the tomb of the sword into the deepest part of the Avici Hell, and around him, there were Qizi and Mio.
Is it an illusion again?
Ling Feng frowned slightly, raised his blade and wanted to tear open the futuristic body, but he saw a headless corpse. He suddenly hugged his left leg tightly, and black blood spurted out of the broken neck: "Why don't you save me!" >
Ling Feng scattered the resentful spirit with his backhand. This is Shura Tao, the ruthless sword.
In an instant, countless illusions were overwhelmed, and Ling Feng stared at him and slashed him with one sword.
One hour...
Two hours...
...
As there were more and more illusions of killing, the golden light in Ling Feng's pupils surged, and the emperor's eyes were frantically analyzing every trace of energy flow.
Suddenly, he saw the bone hand stretched out from the crack in the deepest part of the purgatory, and heard the tragic song of the soul burial coming from the other side. The last sword technique was engraved into his mind like a tattoo.
In an instant, the long sword in his hand seemed to sense the evil aura that gushed out from Ling Feng. The blade seemed to melt, flashing with a scorching light like magma.
"Broken!"
The blood-colored crescent moon soared into the sky, and the moment it collided with the giant blade, the entire knife tomb shaking.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, Ling Feng knelt on one knee and gasped, and the blade in his hand that was destroyed in all directions actually grew the unique wave patterns of the demon sword.
Wait...
Ling Feng was stunned for a moment. He always thought that he was holding the demon sword Masaru, but at this moment, where is the demon sword?
All the ten directions were destroyed, and the demon sword was swallowed? ? ?
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Amid the explosions, all the broken swords around the knife tomb turned into powder. The dead souls attached to the broken swords made a sigh, some unwillingness and some relief...
As countless resentful spirits dissipated, the evil spirit lingered in the sword tomb finally dissipated.
Ling Feng gently stroked the blade body. Is this my own sword technique considered to be successful?
But all the ten directions have devoured the demon sword, how should we calculate it?
He blinked and looked around, but Qizi and Mio were no longer visible... (This chapter ended)