Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

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Wang Xuebin frowned, pulled out a mahogany sword with his right hand, wiped the sword with his left hand activation technique, and threw the sword straight in the direction of the ghost.

Wang Xuebin has thousands of such mahogany swords on his body, all of which are made by himself.

Peach trees come from Feicheng in Qi State. Feicheng is located about a hundred miles west of Mount Tai and has the largest peach grove in China.

In order to make a mahogany sword, Wang Xuebin chopped more than half of the mahogany in Feicheng, Qi State, about 20 years ago.

No way, he also wanted to make a sword with a thousand-year-old peach tree, but unfortunately, the peach tree can only live for twenty years or so at most, and the dead wood is dry and not round at all, it is really unattractive, so he can only settle for the next best thing. Quantity wins.

The wooden sword pierced the ghost energy, and instantly shattered into gray-black dust. Seeing that the ghost energy was less than half eliminated, Wang Xuebin smiled slightly, waved and summoned a hundred or so swords, and lined up in front of him.

Waving his hand and silently mobilizing the activation technique to consecrate the spirit, he raised his hand and pointed, like an automatic rifle, chasing the direction where the ghost energy came, and shot it.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

A series of explosions sounded like firecrackers, and a mahogany sword was blown into ashes. With a wave of his right hand, Wang Xuebin summoned another hundred swords, and stabbed them out with a touch of activation.

"Guanlan, you"

Looking at this mahogany sword, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but feel distressed. You know, in this place on Hong Kong Island, it is extremely difficult to find a suitable peach tree to make a wooden sword!

Hearing Uncle Jiu's voice, Wang Xuebin turned his head and looked over with a puzzled expression. Uncle Jiu was blushing, waved his hands simply, shook his head and said:

"It's okay, being a human being, it's better to be frugal!"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin seemed to understand something. He took out a good-looking mahogany sword again, applied the activation technique, and handed it to Uncle Jiu.

This mahogany sword is a consumable to him, but to Uncle Jiu, it is a treasure!

Just like cooks love kitchen knives and writers love keyboards, as a Taoist priest, how could Uncle Jiu not like mahogany swords?

Seeing the mahogany sword, Uncle Jiu didn't even show politeness. He took the mahogany sword without saying a word, first took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped it carefully.

That is to say, the conditions here are simple and there is no way. If he is at home, he must first oil and wax the wooden sword and maintain it carefully!

A mahogany sword was stabbed out, and the mud at the bottom of the lake seemed to be boiling violently.

A fierce ghost with long hair in green clothes and blood running down his face crawled out of the mud unsteadily.

It used all four limbs, lying in the mud, and its limbs were irregularly dislocated. Obviously, it had received extremely cruel torture during its lifetime.

The long hair is black but dry and has no texture, the cheeks are covered by the long hair, and only the hollow eyes can be vaguely seen.

A cyan robe was tattered, and this ragged clothes could not conceal its dry wood-like body at all.

Li Gui fell on the ground, and stared at Wang Xuebin closely with its empty eyes, and Wang Xuebin's brows twitched with those real eyes.

At first glance, this ghost image gives people a feeling of resentment, but if you look carefully, you will unconsciously feel a trace of nameless hatred from the bottom of your heart.

I don't know who to hate, what to hate, just hate, only hate!

"Chu Renmei!"

"Sir Wang, you and I were originally well watered, and had no enmity. You also know why I killed people. I just wanted revenge. What's wrong with me!

Why are you pushing hard!

why! "

The strong wind was still howling, the flames were also roaring, and the sea water was still pouring in, but Chu Renmei had completely lost control of the lake water.

"Why? Why are there so many reasons?"

The voice of Chu Renmei's real body is not hoarse and harsh like ordinary ghosts, but very clear and pleasant, with a hint of seductiveness in the voice, which is very inconsistent with its appearance.

Uncle Jiu and Wang Xuebin, who heard Chu Renmei's voice, looked at each other, and they kept their minds and avoided the Tao. In a hundred years, Chu Renmei had already cultivated the ability of bewitching into instinct.

"If I met you a hundred years ago, I would choose to avenge you and save you!

But now, your revenge is over, and you are still stuck in the Yangjian Lianzhan, killing Yingye, how can I let you go! "

As he spoke, Wang Xuebin squinted his eyes, and his whole body was flamboyant. He looked even more sinister than Chu Renmei.

"Don't tell me that there are bones all over the bottom of the lake, all of which are your enemies!"

As he said that, he stepped lightly on his feet, and the bottom of the lake shook instantly. With the shaking of the bottom of the lake, a lot of dead bones revealed the horrified and frightened faces they left behind before they died.

The silt faded away, and the entire bottom of the lake was filled with bones, leaving no place to stay!

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The trees in the mountain village, following the appearance of Chu Renmei, began to quickly turn from green to yellow, and the wild animals all over the mountains and plains also fled and scattered, as if they were threatened by death.

Huangshan Village was originally named for the reflection of the setting sun in the pond water, which reflected the golden mountains all over the mountain. It was not evening at this time, but it felt particularly appropriate.

Not far away, in the abandoned village buildings, more than a hundred aborigines of Huangshan Village, who were hiding in every household, also showed their true faces after Chu Renmei appeared.

Chu Renmei, there is no way to retreat!

"Sir Wang, I respect you as a Taoist priest, just because there was a Taoist priest who collected the corpse for me and buried it in a coffin.

If you retreat, I can pretend that nothing happened, you and I are safe, and wherever you are, I, Chu Renmei, stay away, if not, don't blame me for fighting to the death! "

Chu Renmei still didn't want to fight Wang Xuebin desperately, not because she was afraid of death. None of the people who became ghosts were afraid of death. What they were afraid of was that their obsessions could not be resolved!

Chu Renmei's obsession is not only to take revenge on the people in Huangshan Village, if it is only for revenge, except for a few or two people who escaped by chance, basically all the people in Huangshan Village will die.

Chu Renmei's real obsession is to kill all the heartless people in the world!

It hates Bu Wantian, not only this person, but also this person's heartlessness, this person's injustice!

As an actress, for Bu Wantian and for her lover, her daily behavior is really imitating the chastity sung in the opera, without any discount.

But what she got in exchange for her sincerity was the reward of her husband's wolf-heartedness!

She is not reconciled!

She hates, hates all the people in the world who are not loyal to love, hates all the people in the world who are unfair to love!

its enemies?

It's already dead!

Including the family of the big boss in Guangzhou, all of them are buried in this small Huangshan Village.

If it weren't for that Taoist priest back then, rubbish, Li Qiang and his ilk would never have survived to grow up.

Do you really think that ghosts can talk about human nature?