But another subtle voice came into Shi Wuluo's ears:

...give me the original copper, and I'll keep you safe and sound.

The answer to him is a dazzling sword light.

Shi Wu Luo swooped down from the gate like a falcon, holding a knife in his left hand, the blade was flat, and the blade cut into the shield axe carved with the shocking giant beast. The shocking giant beast on the shield and axe suddenly opened the eyes of fierce gold, ignited a raging flame, and opened its fangs along with it, to tear this unscrupulous lunatic into pieces.

"Unstubborn!" Wu Bing was furious, "Do you think the monarch is really good to you? ... Joke! You are the way of heaven, the will of the underworld, as long as he controls you, he can control the whole world! You Why do you think he wants to teach you how to shape your body! He is a god, and the only one who is above him is you! If you are still a ghost, then even the heavens and the heavens can't help you! Since you are transformed , then you must be bound by the body!"

When the raging flames arrived in front of Shi Wuluo, they were cut from the middle by the extremely sharp knife on his body, and rolled to the left and right.

Wu Bing pulled up his shield and axe and smashed the axe to the ground of the stone steps as wide as a hundred feet. He wanted to crush Shi Wuluo into powder like an ant.

At the moment when the shield and axe smashed horizontally, Shi Wuluo drew his knife and stepped back again. The fierce wind swept across his face, blowing the hair that fell to his shoulders. His face was the color of fire copper, as if he had returned to a long, long time ago, standing side by side with the monarch who stood in front of the copper smelting furnace.

...what sword do you want?

The goddess turned his head and asked him.

The wind from the earth qi gathered in the hearth, burning the charcoal into a raging fire. The warm red light made the monarch's white clothes burn like a scorch, and the tail of his eyes was like a dan. It was the most beautiful color in the sky and the world.

What, will you be in a daze?

Xin Yu Chuhong's fingertips tapped the witch's Nuo mask lightly or heavily, as if reproaching, but her tone was clearly marked with a slightly imperceptible smile.

...don't want to use a sword.

He was silent for a long time and answered in a low voice.

Divine Sovereign seemed a little surprised and asked why.

yeah why?

He couldn't answer, he felt that he was wrong, but he didn't want to change his words for some reason.

The goddess suddenly laughed.

While laughing and saying, then use a knife, you will be the first swordsman in the future.

Why didn't you know how to answer then?

Obviously the answer is that simple.

The number one swordsmanship in heaven and earth can only be you, only you.

But I want to protect you.

To cut through thorns for you.

The scarlet knife spun in the wind, the light of the knife jumped and flickered, stirring up dark red fires, lasing them towards the shield axe, making a loud noise that was inconsistent with the faint fire. It gave people the feeling that it was not Mars that fell on the shield and axe, but meteorites that fell from the sky. Wu Bing stepped back step by step, stepping on one deep footprint one after another on the first and second heaven steps.

He roared like thunder:

"You are so stupid that you can't see it being used by him?"

"I can't ask for it."

Shi Wu Luo Fei Dao poured out a dripping fire.

I can't ask for it!

…………………………

A dark red blood fire rolled up in the darkness.

Outside the Nether City in the depths of the Great Wilderness, the blood flowing from the eye sockets of the Bone Whale carrying the Withered Peak on its back meanders into a river. The blood river surrounds the Nether City for a week. According to the pre-designed ditches, it passes through four gates and converges under a high platform in the middle of the Nether City. The high platform is made of skeletons, trapping a faint fire in it.

One hundred thousand barren envoys stood around the high platform according to their orientation, and each stepped on a dark pattern on their feet.

If there are people from Tiangongfu here, they will recognize that the formation they are stepping on is the formation method invented by Xie Yuan, a traitor of Tiangongfu. The nether city surrounded by the bones of cloud whales is an unimaginably huge furnace. It is precisely because Xie Yuan came up with this idea that he stood out from the many evil cultivators who entered the Great Wilderness and received much attention.

It is not the first time that Dahuang has tried to refine the remnant soul of the gods, but it has not been very successful, because the remnant soul will always burn out on its own at the moment of success.

The predicament has been going on for a long time, but it will be three thousand years before Xie Yuan, or Mr. Xi, has entered the wasteland and has a turning point.

Thinking about it this way, it's a pity that that guy died. If he knew, he should have told Huaining-Jun to save him in Zhunan... But Huaining-Jun has always been vaguely disgusted with him, and the warning may not be useful.

The shadow looked at the center of the "furnace" from afar, erratic.

Divine Sovereign taught the Dao, but in the end he died at the hands of the person who taught him the Dao... It's quite interesting. But in fact, it is not difficult to think of such a result. Perhaps the mortals who first climbed Mount Buzhou to obtain the Dao can really be grateful and never forget their original intentions. But what about after a generation dies? What about ten generations? What about EMI?

Only the first group of mortals were directly taught by the gods. After they died, the monks of the twelve continents, generation after generation, became accustomed to cultivation, and used to control the power, and this power was obtained by their own daily practice of the mind, and naturally they felt that this was their strength and their own efforts. Earnings... At this time, how many people will be grateful for the kindness of the gods?

Even if Xianmen did not hide the past of the gods, the results would not change much.

Greedy and forgetful, of course.

stupid.

Sombra once again made the same evaluation as before.

I just don't know, if Divine Sovereign can return to the ancient times, after knowing that he will lose everything in his bet, would he still be willing to gamble again?

After thinking about it, the shadow couldn't help but sneer.

If you're willing to gamble again like this, it's really stupid... so stupid that you can't even describe it.

A bell with a dark pattern in the Nether City was struck heavily, and the sound of the bell shook the dark red light and fog covering the entire city faintly turbulent. After the bell rang, the barren envoys who were ready ignited the talismans in their hands and threw the little fire into the river of blood. The wind was foul, and a fire that was hundreds of feet high was rolled up on the surface of the blood river.