I Can’t Be a Sword God

The night was as thick as ink, and the stars and moon were lingering. Only the squally wind and thunder continued, and the surrounding giant trees swayed endlessly.

Qing Shan held a long bone spear and hurried across the forest. Although there was no expression on his face, his eyes could not hide the panic.

Turning a hillside, there is another dangerous place in front of him, and there is a big tree facing him with three scratches.

"Ah..." Qing Shan stopped suddenly and exhaled, "It's the third time."

The panic in his eyes became more intense, and he looked around, then he gritted his teeth, picked up the bone gun in his hand, and swiped in the air.

Sneer, a fourth trace was drawn on the trunk.

According to Gaoqiao Caveman's understanding of mountains and forests, it is clear that there shouldn't be something to get lost, and he can be quite sure that he is going in a different direction.

But every time I will come back here again.

Ghost hits the wall.

The word emerged from his mind.

He regretted a little bit, and shouldn't be so aggressive.

but……

Qing Shan was also very helpless.

There are more blood demon crystals in the depths of the horror valley, but the ghosts will be many times more fierce, which they all know. Therefore, the Saint Child candidates have always dealt with ordinary ghosts outside, slowly accumulating blood demon crystals.

But the recent Uncanny Valley somehow, he walked in the periphery for most of the day, and he didn't even encounter a ghost, as if they were all swept away!

Weird.

In desperation, he had to take the risk and go deeper.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went deep, he ran into this unusual ghost.

The green hill turned left and right, pondered for a moment, and simply sat down with his back leaning against the big tree.

Since you can't get out no matter how you go, then don't go. Although it is difficult to understand the day and night in the Uncanny Valley, the dark atmosphere is strong at night, and the power of the ghosts will be a little stronger. When the sky is over, he may not be able to break through here.

Thinking of this, he gradually calmed down.

Click--

An electric light flashed abruptly, and all the fields were shocked.

The afterglow of Qingshan suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure in the jungle not far away!

He leaped sharply, and took his bone spear, "Who?!"

The other party didn't respond, Qing Shan's eyes were locked, and he simply pushed forward and pushed all the way.

In the darkness, the other side was wearing the animal-print costumes of Gaoqiao cavemen faintly. The shape was vague. Qingshan asked in a deep voice, "Who is it? Shugen? Mulan? Is it you?"

Click.

Another flash of lightning suddenly illuminates again, and Qingshan can see the person's appearance clearly.

It was a corpse without a head!

Not only the head is missing, but the entire right arm is missing, and he stands straight there.

"Ah! Ghost!"

This broken corpse made Qingshan scream, turned and ran!

But suddenly there was another laughter from the shadows ahead.

"You are scared..."

Qing Shan's footsteps stopped, raised his spear, looked in the direction of the sound, and looked at the standing corpse behind him, his face full of horror.

"Why are you afraid? He is clearly your companion..."

The voice was hoarse and old, as if Ye Xiao was imitating human speech, it was extremely ugly.

An old man in a linen robe floated out of the forest.

"I'm fighting with you!"

Qing Shan finally saw the ghosts in this area, suddenly shouted, and was about to kill the general.

But he heard another smirk from the old man.

"You have a ghost in your heart..."

Karala...

A strange sound rang from Qing Shan's chest. He trembled all over, and when he looked down, there was a pale hand that came out of his heart. Behind this hand was a head...

The face was pale and stained with blood, his eyes stared, unwilling and angry.

Qing Shan could recognize it at a glance.

That was also one of the Gaoqiao cave people who participated in this battle of the saint son, Hu Zi, Qingshan's childhood friend.

"You have a ghost in your heart..."

The old man's voice seemed to be able to penetrate into his soul, reverberating in Qingshan's ears, reminding him of many pictures.

Just a few hours ago, in the periphery of the Uncanny Valley, he met Huzi.

Because they have always been friends, even in the battle of the sons, they still choose to go with each other.

But Qing Shan gradually became ill-intentioned.

Huzi's strength has always been above him, and he has collected more blood demon crystals than him. And he has been busy for a day without much gain. If this continues, he will definitely lose.

So he took advantage of the tiger's unpreparedness, flew a shot, and cut off his arm. Huzi, who had almost lost the ability to resist, was quickly beheaded by him.

Qing Shan buried Hu Zi's body on the spot, and continued on the road with the blood demon crystals he had accumulated.

This kind of thing may happen in every battle of the saint son, but no one will pursue the past of the victor, and he has no fear of being discovered.

This is why, just seeing a broken corpse, he will instantly break his work and be attacked by fear.

Because he has a ghost in his heart.

Now the ghost came out.

...

Such moments of fear happen from time to time in this valley

In a world invisible to the naked eye, there are countless silk threads connecting every area of ​​this wild mountain, forming an infinitely vast cobweb. Whenever there is fear, there will be a stream of black smoke along the silk thread, and gradually transmitted to the center of this valley.

There is an ancient and strange altar there.

The altar is surrounded by a few huge pillars of unknown material. The pillars are carved with mysterious scrolls.

In the center of the altar, there is a figure that seems to have been like this since ancient times. Sitting here, his body looks like some kind of dark blue metal cast, not like a flesh.

If Li Chu were here, he would find this existence very familiar.

The evil spirits he had encountered before.

It's just that this evil spirit is not the other evil spirit. As the last few mysterious existences left behind by the witch god, their sources of power are not the same.

The source of the power of the evil spirit was luck. After being beheaded by Li Chu, he survived with another body. Unexpectedly, he was summoned by his followers again, came to Li Chu again, and was brutally beheaded twice. Now the head of the grave has changed a few times.

And this one feeds on fear.

That's why it used this piece of land soaked with demonic energy to transform its own horror valley. The fear of the intruder is its most enjoyable food.

There is nothing but horror for others, but a paradise for it.

People outside know vaguely that there is such a fear-swallowing existence here, but few people have seen it in its true colors. They gave it a name, called "The King of Terror."

"The great fear before death is really delicious..."

Terror King slowly opened his eyes.

"It's just... what's going on?"

It looked to the silk thread on the east side, and the silk thread from the east of the valley was broken in a large area. Each thread represents a ghost, and it is normal for a little broken. But such a large number of breaks in a short period of time almost caused the entire east cobweb to collapse, which is very abnormal.

So its gaze stretched along the ethereal thread, and everything it passed by, gathered everything in its eyes.

...

"Did we meet a ghost and hit the wall?" Mu Lan said with a guilty conscience.

After all, in this small team, she exists as a guide.

previously.

After encountering two Taoist priests in the forest, she was shocked by the large number of blood demon crystals collected by Li Chu. Li Chu hopes to sell these Blood Demon Crystals to Gaoqiao Cave, and the wholesale price can also be negotiated.

But where can Mu Lan be the master, she can only say that when the battle for the saint son is over, she can take Li Chu to Gaoqiao Cave to have a detailed discussion with the elder of the clan.

Later, she learned that Li Chu was looking for the tomb of the legendary demon king in the Uncanny Valley.

She tells the story, so it is said that the existence of the Tomb of the Demon King caused the Uncanny Valley to become like this. Therefore, Gaoqiao cave people generally believe that the closer to the depths of the Uncanny Valley, the more fierce ghosts are, the more likely it is to get closer to the tomb.

Master Li Chu didn't understand the Uncanny Valley, so Mu Lan suggested that he could be their guide, and only a few small blood demon crystals were needed for reward.

Although there may be great risks, there is no other way. With her injury, it is almost impossible to participate in the battle of the saint child. But Li Chu's fingers leaked something, it was enough for her to win.

Mu Lan can only bet that this little Taoist's cultivation is high enough to defeat the most terrifying existence here.

Li Chu was happy that someone led the way, anyway, the price was just a few worthless diamonds.

It hits it off.

Before leaving, the little Taoist priest opened Mu Lan's eyes.

I saw him pick up a round of small sun with his right hand, under the golden light, he swept away Mu Lan's injuries in a blink of an eye!

Mu Lan was surprised to see that her legs, which had two huge, dried-up flesh and blood pits, suddenly became smooth, smooth, and powerful again.

"This hole... unexpectedly... just like this... was filled..."

She whispered in disbelief.

Li Chu didn't say anything, but Old Du jumped out at the right time and said, "Isn't it amazing? There are so many places where my master is amazing!"

"That's great." Mu Lan shook his legs and exclaimed sincerely.

After that, he led the master and apprentice to continue deepening.

There have been several ghosts on the road ahead, but Li Chu often kills them in seconds without waiting for the ghosts to show any means. In the end, they can only judge their strength based on the size of the blood demon crystals they drop.

Can't help but make Mu Lan an eye-opener.

After turning a hillside, they continued to move forward, and after walking for a long time, they actually came back here again.

Mu Lan was a little embarrassed, she was afraid that she had taken the wrong path, and she suspected that she had encountered a ghost.

"Did the ghost hit the wall?" Li Chu heard the words and glanced around.

"It's possible, because I can be sure that the direction I am walking is definitely not in a circle..." Mu Lan said, "It may be a very powerful ghost that has unknowingly changed everything around it."

"It doesn't matter." Li Chu said calmly: "I have special skills to deal with ghosts hitting walls."

In fact, he doesn't have much experience in dealing with ghosts, but he hasn't failed yet, so he is very confident.

"In which direction are we going?" He raised his finger and pointed to the front.

"Yes." Mu Lan nodded, and then realized something was wrong again, "Wait, what are you going to do..."

Seeing Li Chu inexplicably drew out his sword, and raised it to the air.

"As long as there is no wall, the ghost will have nothing to fight." Li Chu said calmly.

Then it fell with a light sword.

With this sword, his power was changing the terrain, so he used half of his spiritual power. It's just that the level is now high, and it's not inferior to the full force of the past.

boom--

An indescribable sword air column broke through the air!

The waves of anger were surging, even though they were behind Li Chu, Mu Lan and Lao Du were overturned to the ground in an instant!

They didn't even care about standing up, they just looked at the sword in amazement.

Durranke is a little better, although he doesn't know the upper limit of the master's power. But he knew that the power of the master might not have an upper limit...

So what Li Chu did, he wouldn't be too surprised.

Mu Lan was just silly.

Do you call this a "skill"?

Looking at the incredibly thick, incredibly hot, and incredibly long, scarlet sword air column with almost invisible end...What skills are needed to have this...

She couldn't help but think of a word in her heart.

Grandpa, you didn't lie to me.

It turns out that there are gods on the other side of the mountain...

Rumbling rumbling--

This sword smashed the way forward.

Not only the dense forest blocking the way, but also dense fog, stubborn rocks, steep slopes, mountain peaks... hundreds of meters in front, including half of the mountain, were directly emptied! It's not that the mountain is emptied, but it's connected to the small mountain!

There is only one path tumbling with heat waves.

The surrounding black dense fog slowly flows in, and will be evaporated by the continuous heat wave.

at the same time.

Nearby, beside this broad sword energy path, a somewhat sneaky figure was also revealed.

It was an old man in a linen robe, with a rickety figure and a withered face...He was standing on the edge of this path, standing on his own with a golden rooster on one foot, in an embarrassing posture.

As a fierce ghost, it should be quite shameful to be seen in this kind of scene.

But there is no way. If he hadn't retracted one foot in time, he would have been affected by the sword aura, and the world would have evaporated.

This sword aura was so terrifying that he forgot to get his feet down.

It's just that all the obstructing things in the front disappeared, and he was suddenly exposed to Li Chu and the others, and the atmosphere was quite subtle.

Li Chu looked at him.

He looked at Li Chu.

After a long while, he blinked and said in a grim and hoarse voice: "You...you have a ghost in your heart..."

It's just that this sentence was spoken intermittently, and the tone was somewhat unassuming, and it was a bit reluctant.

"When are you still reading the lines? Don't you know how to run?" Dulan slapped his tongue and gave him a thumbs up: "Dedicated."

"Oh..." The old man was so frightened that he was reminded at this moment and suddenly remembered.

Escape is important.

He turned around, took a robe, and wanted to float away like a big bird.

But the next second.

A flying meteor swiftly trailed past.

...

Puff through, puff through.

Something seemed to be beating violently, and something seemed to be tightening fiercely.

In the center of the ancient and weird altar ~www.ltnovel.com~ Terror King just happened to see this scene in full, silent for a long time.

Suddenly, it felt a faint black smoke enveloped itself, which was the smoke of fear.

Almost subconsciously, it sucked this fear. It is strange that this fear did not increase its power.

Huh?

Its thoughts were interrupted.

Horror Eater is very strange, he can't increase his strength after being swallowed, this is the first time he has encountered this situation.

"Let me see whose fear is this..."

"Oh, it turned out to be my own."

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