The strangeness has come, I am a god with trillions of ghost money

Chapter 267 The Sword Saint is the Xuanyuan Family's Ancestor? !
As the sword energy gathered, the terrifying force directly tore apart the door of flesh and blood in front of Song Mang.

The tongue wrapped around Song Mang's wrist exploded into a ball of blood foam in the blink of an eye.

Song Mang seemed to hear a scream coming from the door, and then the sword energy dragon shadow rushed towards the bald man.

"This is the Ghost King's Ghost Weapon..."

The man fell to the ground not far away, watching in disbelief as the door exploded into ashes.

But before he could figure out why this sword move was so powerful, the sword energy dragon shadow had already arrived beside him.

boom--!
The man was hit directly by the dragon shadow, and his body flew up again and hit the wall of the corridor.

Bang bang bang!
The wall near the bald man collapsed directly, leaving a big hole.

The sword energy dragon shadow hit the barrier leading to the outside of the room, then stopped and the dragon shadow gradually disappeared.

As for the bald man who was knocked away.

It was smashed into a pool of flesh and stuck to the wall, the kind that couldn't be picked off.

The violent commotion attracted a lot of people's attention. Someone secretly ran up from downstairs. Aunt Bai and two other weird people in the building also came.

They saw a bloody skull-gray robe dropped on the floor in the corridor, but the bald man was gone.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the big hole in the corridor again. They went to the room with the destroyed wall and saw a bloody human-shaped mark on the wall!
This bloody mark looked like flesh and blood was ground into putty and smeared on the wall!
There was still a strong aftermath of sword energy in the room, which made other players afraid to enter.

The remaining sword energy and pressure frightened them. They couldn't believe how powerful the fight just now was!

I'm afraid they can't even block a single move!
"guest……"

Aunt Bai noticed Song Mang at the door of the room, and saw her taking a wet tissue and slowly wiping her fair and slender wrist.

"Did you do this?"

Aunt Bai asked in surprise.

Song Mang did not answer, but just said, "Has my takeaway arrived? I want to eat."

"not yet."

Aunt Bai said, "Why don't you go back to your room and wait. When the takeaway arrives, I'll bring it up to you."

"No need." Song Mang said, "Just send it to the restaurant downstairs. I'll eat there. The bloody smell here affects my mood for eating."

"Ok."

Aunt Bai took Song Mang downstairs.

The other players stayed where they were, shocked.

That bald man was a notorious member of the Blood Skeletons. Not only did he possess powerful ghost weapons, but he could also hide his body silently. How could he die just like that?
How terrifying is Song Mang's strength? !
Especially those cultivators among the players, they began to doubt their lives when they thought about the fluctuations in Song Mang’s cultivation.

"Hasn't she just started to practice Qi? How can she use such a terrifying sword move? This doesn't make sense!"

"According to the remaining sword energy fluctuations here, that sword energy move requires at least the cultivation level of a golden elixir to use!"

"No! Not only the Golden Core! My master is also a sword cultivator, but he can't use such powerful sword moves!
I once followed my master to the imperial capital to see the Sword Saint. I happened to see the Sword Saint competing with someone. I remember that the Sword Saint's sword moves were not as terrifying as this one!"

"You mean, Song Mang's sword moves are more powerful than Xuanyuan Sword Saint? How is that possible! You must have remembered it wrong!"

The most discussed were the sword practitioners from the Haicheng Sword Sect, as they were the ones who knew those fancy sword moves best.

Suddenly, someone reacted and touched his back, "No, where is my sword? I just felt an unusual force that summoned my natal spirit sword away!"

"Me too!"

Another player from the Sea City Sword Sect said, "I just noticed that my natal spirit sword was flying towards the upper floor, so I ran up to see what was going on!"

Everyone looked at each other, then searched nearby, and finally found their natal spirit sword that had fallen to the ground in a remote corner of the corridor.

There are more than 6,000 people in this copy, most of whom are cultivators, so there are quite a few sword cultivators.

There were more than just these spirit swords summoned just now, there were also spirit swords flying over from other places in the castle.

The other sword cultivators in the dungeon were almost on the verge of collapse...

They had survived a near-death experience in the dungeon, and were dealing with the weirdness, but then! Their natal spirit sword ran away from home!

Summoned by someone else!

Xuanyuan Xi and Ouyang Chen also encountered a similar situation; their natal spirit swords were missing!

"No, where's my sword?"

Xuanyuan Xi stared at his empty right hand. "I had it in my hand just now. How come it disappeared without my command?"

Ouyang Chen was also considered a half-sword cultivator, and his spiritual sword also disappeared and was also summoned away.

He couldn't help but frown and said, "Mine is gone too. Could it be attracted away by something strange?"

“I don’t know, I’ve been practicing swordsmanship for so many years, and I’ve never encountered a situation like this!
This is my natal sword that has been bound to me since I was a child. My father said that unless I die, no one else will ever be able to use my natal sword, let alone summon it from my hands!"

After Xuanyuan Xi finished speaking, he suddenly slapped his head again.

"Wait, you said he was attracted by something strange? That's possible!
I know of an extremely powerful sword cultivator named Guiyi, who has a special move called Ten Thousand Swords Returning to One, which can summon all the sword cultivators' spiritual swords within a thousand miles to serve him!"

"There is actually such a powerful sword move?"

Ouyang Chen said in surprise.

"Of course!"

Xuanyuan Xi said with a little pride, "That was our Xuanyuan family's ancestor, it was his unique trick! Compared to the ancestor back then, my father's strength is not even one-tenth of the ancestor's!

It's a pity that the ancestor died a thousand years ago, and this trick has not been passed down! Although his soul is still alive, we have not been able to contact him, and there is no response from burning paper for him every year."

Ouyang Chen thought for a moment and said, "You mean, only your ancestor knows this move? Does that mean that your ancestor's soul is in this copy?
I heard that when the ancestor of the Xuanyuan family was alive, he was a powerful being in the ancient deification stage. I believe that his soul must be extremely powerful after his death, and must be above the level of Ghost King.

If you can find him, with your relationship with him, you can get his joker, which is probably more powerful than any joker we have!"

As he spoke, Ouyang Chen became more and more excited.

He couldn't help but hold Xuanyuan Xi's shoulder and said, "Xuanyuan, you must find your ancestor! I heard that among the top five people in the national standings, someone got a ghost card given by the Ten Great Yin Marshals, and someone from the hidden sect found an ancient artifact!
Only if you get your ancestor's joker card can you compete with them and reach the top five in the standings!
In addition, your ancestor had already reached the Spiritual Transformation Stage when he was alive. With his guidance, you and your father's sword practice will be able to reach a higher level!"

Before Xuanyuan Xi could answer, he found that his natal spirit sword had flown back.

On the other side of the copy.

The sword master who invented the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" was madly delivering a takeaway. He drove a yellow electric scooter and rushed into the castle, cursing.

"Drive faster, you idiot! The boss said we have to have the food in an hour, and it's already been 55 minutes!"

But as soon as he rushed into the area covered by gray fog, he was blocked by a blood-red barrier.