Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

The wings of the grey jackdaws cut through the bloody moonlight, and the swaying shadows of the bamboos cast extremely distorted shadows on the path, like ghostly figures.

Ling Feng could feel the bronze coin in his palm suddenly becoming hot. The pain brought by the heat made Ling Feng unable to help but raise his palm, only to find that the coin was actually melting in his palm.

Moreover, in an instant, it sank into the palm of his hand and disappeared into his body, leaving no trace!

Ling Feng's eyelids jumped suddenly. This ghost place was full of weirdness, and this coin was thrown to him by those crows.

Now that the coin has become part of his body, he doesn't know if it will be used to assassinate the person behind the scenes of Hesitation Street.

Ling Feng clenched his fists. At this point, he could only take things one step at a time.

Pulling-

The sound of crows flapping their wings was unusually clear on this eerily quiet path.

When the twelfth jackdaw flapped its wings and flew over the heads of the three people, the sound of iron chains dragging on the ground suddenly came from deep in the bamboo forest.

"Dang-clang-dang-clang-"

The sound, filled with rust and the marks of time, penetrated the fog, and Ling Feng and Mio became alert instantly.

However, the black crow mark on Xizi's wrist suddenly began to ooze dark red blood.

Xizi staggered and was a little unsteady on her feet. Ling Feng quickly stepped forward to hold her waist and asked gently, "What's wrong? Is it happening again?"

"Do not……"

Xizi shook her head. "It's another feeling, just like..."

After a pause, Xizi gritted her teeth and said, "Something is calling me."

"Look over there!"

Mio's voice suddenly rang out, and the scepter she held high in her hand suddenly lit up, illuminating a building that suddenly appeared 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 actually skinned skulls, with ghostly green ghost lights flickering in their eye sockets.

The plaque "Pawn Shop No. 0" on the lintel was flowing with dark red liquid, which was sticky and moist, mixed with a strong smell of blood, and it hit my face.

"Hey hey hey..."

A strange laugh came from the attic. Ling Feng and the other two widened their eyes immediately. This laugh made them even more creepy.

"Aren't you here to see me? Come in quickly!"

The voices in the attic became more impatient, and then, with a "bang", the attic door opened automatically, accompanied by a cold wind that blew in.

"Welcome to Pawn Shop Zero!"

The hoarse voice was filled with the aroma of burnt tobacco, and a cloud of green smoke slowly emerged from the shadow of the porch.

Then, a hunchbacked old man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with triangular eyes, a goatee, and holding an emerald pipe in his hand, slowly walked out of the smoke.

The sparks on the pipe flickered among the tobacco, and every few steps the old man would puff out smoke.

Ling Feng looked closely and saw that the old man's robe was spotless and seemed somewhat out of place with the surrounding environment.

The next moment, Ling Feng's pupils contracted - the old man clearly had a pair of tiny horns on his forehead.

"Let me smell it."

The old man tucked the pipe under his armpit, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses on the side of his nose, then closed his eyes and sniffed the air.

"Hmm, the younger generation of the Sasaki family?"

He opened his eyes and stared at Xizi. The next moment, the old smoker blew out a smoke ring, and the smoke condensed into the shape of the demon sword Muramasa in the air.

"Hehe, that old man Muramasa is a man of his word. He promised to pay off the debt with his granddaughter's life..."

"What did you say?"

Ling Feng frowned and subconsciously protected Xizi behind him. The blade of the sword of Ten Directions Annihilation ignited with red-gold flames.

He could feel the power of the Seven Sins stirring in his body, as if awakened by some ancient being.

"Just kidding, just kidding."

The old smoker waved his hand and suddenly moved closer to Ling Feng. His pupils behind the lenses split into six petals: "Interesting, you smell like them."

He raised his pale fingers, wanting to touch Ling Feng's neck, but he retracted his hand halfway and said with a chuckle, "Since you are the descendant of an old friend and have been guided by the Gray Jackdaw to come to Pawnshop No. 0, just tell me what deal you want to make."

"I want to take back the blood of sin."

Ling Feng stared at the old man and said with a vigilant look: "Grandpa said before he died that if we go to the Hesitation Street and look for the Nightmare Shura, we can get the blood back. Senior should be the Nightmare Shura that grandpa mentioned."

"Hey hey hey..."

The old man laughed like an owl, and his pipe struck out sparks on the counter.

"Is the old guy dead? Let me check!"

As he spoke, the old man's eyes began to tremble. Then, the densely packed bottles and jars on the wall began to tremble in response. In each jar, there were various kinds of objects floating up and down.

There are beating hearts, bloodshot eyeballs, tongues wrapped with runes, or just a piece of paper, a strand of hair, a piece of skin...

Not long after, the old man finally opened his eyes again and said with a sinister smile: "Back then, Sasaki Muramasa used his sin blood to exchange for the demon sword. If you want to take back the sin blood now..."

The smoker flicked the ash from his cigarette, and the ashes fell to the ground and turned into poisonous snakes that swam towards Xizi, "I need a sword manual."

"Sword Manual?"

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered the "Underworld Zangetsu Slash" that Sasaki Muramasa finally passed on to Xizi and himself.

"Is it the Dark Way Cang Yue Zhan?"

Ling Feng blurted out.

"It doesn't matter what the name is, but it must complete the missing sword spirit of the demon sword."

Xizi gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and summoned the magic sword.

"Senior, please take a look."

The next moment, Xizi brandished the magic sword and displayed the secrets of the swordsmanship taught to her by her grandfather.

When the last move "Underworld Crescent Moon Slash" was performed, the smoker also clapped and cheered.

"Not bad, not bad. Very good knife skills."

"Then can we use the sword technique's sword manual to exchange for our sinful blood?" Ling Feng and Xizi looked hopeful.

"Oh, I see." The smoker shook his head, "I'm afraid not."

"why not!"

Xizi bit her lip and said, "This is the sword technique that my grandfather created with his life's hard work!"

"No, it just won't work."

The smoker shook his head. "Back then I said that Sasaki Muramasa's talent was too poor. The sin blood was said to be a living pawn, and I'm afraid it will become a dead pawn in the end. Anyway, the swordsmanship just now was so-so. It can be used to trade for something else, but if you want to redeem the sin blood, I'm sorry, it can't be done."

The smoker said, blowing out another smoke ring, "You still have three hours to think about it. Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you don't leave when the sun rises, you will have to stay in Hesitation Street forever."

"What if I must sin blood anyway?"

Ling Feng's eyes narrowed. The reason why he had lurked in the Black Feather Dojo and spent so much effort to deceive Sasaki Muramasa's trust was all for the Sin Blood Crystal! Now that the old smoker said he couldn't get it back, it turned out that he had worked in vain.

"Hey hey hey..."

The smoker's mouth was stretched to his ears, revealing his fangs: "I'll pay with this girl's soul."

Before she could finish her words, Xizi suddenly covered her heart and knelt on the ground, with spider-web-like black blood vessels emerging under her skin.

Ling Feng held his sword horizontally in front of the girl, holding the Ten Directions Annihilation in one hand and the demon sword Muramasa in the other, and crossed them in front of his chest.

Buzz!

The two magic weapons rang at the same time, making a slight vibration. The abacus beads on the counter jumped on their own, and the various organs in the glass jars on the wall began to hit the walls frantically.

"interesting."

The smoker focused his eyes on Ling Feng, "For their sake, I can give you a chance."

As he spoke, the smoker's figure gradually disappeared in the smoke.

"If you can create the sword manual that Sasaki Muramasa failed to complete within three hours, I can consider giving you the blood of sin. Go, follow the guidance of Jackdaw, there is a place that may be able to help you..."

The last few words turned into the cry of a crow, and the next moment, the entire pawnshop suddenly began to wriggle, and the walls of flesh and blood secreted an extremely smelly mucus.

"Is this place alive?!"

Ling Feng helped Xizi retreat to the corner, and Mio immediately waved the scepter and opened the holy light barrier.

Zizizi!

The slime dripped onto the barrier, making a sizzling corrosion sound.

"Ah! — Ah! —"

The gray jackdaw flapped its wings and uttered a sharp, piercing cry, "Follow me! Follow me!"

Ling Feng's eyes focused, and then he looked at Xizi and Mio, then he took the lead and rushed to the front.

After a while, under the guidance of the jackdaw, everyone came to a blood-red bronze door.

Ling Feng held his breath and vaguely saw the gap behind the bronze door, revealing bursts of blood. The buzzing sound of countless broken blades pierced his eardrums.

Ling Feng stretched out his hand to open the bronze door, but was blocked by the scepter in Mio's hand.

"Do you really want to open it? I always feel like there's something wrong with that smoker."

Mio gritted her teeth. Everything she saw tonight was too unbelievable for her, a saint who had just walked out of Purdue Academy for the first time.

"Is there any other choice?"

Ling Feng shrugged, then reached out and grabbed the door knocker.

The moment the fingertips touched the door knocker, the bronze Taotie on both sides suddenly opened their scarlet eyes.

Buzz!

The heavy bronze door suddenly opened.

Everything that came into view was more horrifying than I had imagined.

This is a knife tomb!

The humus-covered ground was littered with broken blades, each with a faded nameplate wrapped around its handle.

As the cold wind swept through the cluster of swords, the sound of sobbing echoed in the valley, as if thousands of dead souls were crying out their unfulfilled obsessions.

As soon as Ling Feng stepped into the sword tomb, countless black shadows emerged from the sword.

They seemed to still be in the tragic state before death: a warrior who was beheaded was crawling with his intestines dragging, a swordsman with his eyes gouged out was waving a blind stick, and a monk with a charred body was chanting the mantra of rebirth...

The sword lights condensed from resentment weaved into a net of heaven and earth, and each one carried the obsession of killing.

"No wonder that guy said that this place would be helpful for comprehending swordsmanship."

Ling Feng frowned. This place seemed to be the final resting place of all the swordsmen who controlled the world's famous swords.

Perhaps it was an illusion, or perhaps it was reality, but those terrifying artistic conceptions indeed coincided with the evil spirit aroused by the magic sword.

"Xizi, how is it, do you have any insights?"

Ling Feng turned his head to look at Xizi. Xizi gritted her teeth and grasped the demon sword, but before she raised her arm, she bit her lips with a pale face, "I... I don't have any strength at all!"

"It seems that I am the only one left to rely on."

Ling Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly, then he picked up the demon sword Muramasa and began to recall the night when Sasaki Muramasa taught him the sword skills.

But the next moment, he shook his head again.

The Dark Way Crescent Moon Slash is indeed extremely exquisite.

But in the end, it didn't catch the smoker's eye.

I am sticking to the Underworld Crescent Moon Slash. No matter how I try to improve it, the final result will probably be unsatisfactory.

Therefore, what he had to do was to create a complete sword technique within these three hours!

At this moment, the past before my eyes suddenly turned upside down.

He seemed to be dragged from the sword tomb into the deepest part of hell. There was no trace of Kiko and Mio around him.

Is this another illusion?

Ling Feng frowned slightly, raised the blade, and wanted to tear open the illusion, but he saw a headless corpse suddenly hugged his left leg tightly, and black blood spurted out of the broken neck: "Why don't you save me!"

Ling Feng used his backhand to chop away the evil spirits. This is the Shura Way, the ruthless sword.

In an instant, countless illusions appeared. Ling Feng focused his eyes and cut them off with one sword.

An hour...

Two hours...

……

As the illusions of killing increased, the golden light in Ling Feng's pupils surged, and the Eye of the Emperor frantically analyzed every bit of energy flow.

Suddenly, he saw a skeletal hand extending from a crack in the deepest part of purgatory, heard the sad song of burying souls from the other side, and the last sword technique was engraved in his mind like a tattoo.

In an instant, the long sword in his hand seemed to sense the murderous aura gushing out of Ling Feng, and the blade seemed to melt, flashing a hot light like magma.

"break!"

The blood-red crescent moon shot up into the sky, and the moment it collided with the giant blade, the entire sword tomb shook.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Ling Feng knelt on one knee and gasped for breath. The edge of the Ten Directions Annihilation Sword in his hand actually began to grow the unique wave patterns of a demon sword.

and many more……

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment. He always thought that he was holding the magic sword Muramasa, but at this moment, where was the magic sword?

All ten directions were destroyed, and the demon sword was swallowed up???

Bang bang bang bang!

Amid the explosions, the broken swords around the sword tomb were all turned into powder. The souls clinging to the broken swords groaned with reluctance and relief...

As countless resentful spirits dispersed, the evil spirit lingering in the sword tomb finally dissipated.

Ling Feng stroked the blade gently. Is his swordsmanship now complete?

But Shifang Jumie swallowed the demon sword, so how should we deal with this?

He blinked and looked around, but Xizi and Mio had already disappeared... (End of this chapter)