There was silence on the tarmac.

Whether it was the attendants and entourage who came with Wei Chengfeng, or the honor guard and guards of Shuguang Ling, they were all silent.

The confrontation between Fang Qiuling and Wei Chengfeng was like a legendary magic battle. Not only the magic sword, which symbolizes evil, but also the holy sword, which represents light, also appears. If it weren't for the invisible coercion in the sky that hadn't dissipated, they would have run long ago if they could, and they would definitely have been able to run as far as they could!

Regardless of the holy sword, the magic sword is going to "eat people"! Especially the big black mouth entrenched on the blade, no matter how you look at it, it looks like it is choosing someone to eat! Even the one on the side of the magic sword can't be taken lightly, after all, casually "eating" one of your own people is not the normal operation of the magic sword!

Yuna and Yuya slowly stood up as they supported each other. Looking at the scene around them, they also felt incredible.

The ground paved with special cement is full of pits, and large and small gravel and rubble are everywhere.

No one would be surprised if the marks were caused by the Assault Machine. But these marks were caused by two people in a fight, which is a little scary. One can't help but wonder if they are capable of dismantling the raiders empty-handed.

"This, this...... He's dead? ”

Sister Yuya asked in a whisper.

"Well, dead."

Fang Qiuling's gaze lingered on the black big sword that was diagonally inserted on the ground for a moment, and then turned to the black sun in the sky.

"That'...... Why hasn't the answer come yet? ”

Sister Yuna looked at the terminal in the distance.

The terminal was calm and seemed completely unaware of what was happening here.

"Because it's not over yet."

"Not over? Isn't Old Man Wei dead? Even the corpses ......"

"yes, he's dead." Fang Qiuling put away the blow of Zhanguang, and his gaze fell on the black greatsword again, "He's just a puppet, a poor worm manipulated by that thing. ”

The twins' gaze also fell on the black greatsword. Unlike Fang Qiuling, they immediately shivered when they saw the black big sword, and the hands holding each other couldn't help but tighten a little.

"That'...... What is that! ”

There was an irrepressible tremor in her sister Yuna's voice.

"I don't know...... But I guess it's mostly the remnants of Himejin, a spirit body composed of evil thoughts when Himejin fell. Fang Qiuling took a step slowly, "This thing is dangerous...... It's a bit like a contagion, and it's easy to lure unsuspecting people to touch it, and it seems to have bad intentions toward you. Stay back, but don't let it get your way. ”

"Hmm!"

The twins nodded immediately and hurriedly stepped back.

Wei Chengfeng is dead, but the matter is not over yet. The black greatsword is recovering little by little, and if nothing else, the black big mouth will soon be "resurrected". The black sun in the sky has not yet dissipated. This bizarre astronomical phenomenon is spectacular, but it also reveals ominous signs.

Fang Qiuling took out two bottles of holy water from the storage bag as he walked. These two bottles of holy water are No. 6 holy water, and the liquid in the bottles exudes this milky white glow, giving people a sense of sacredness.

Turning the bottle, Fang Qiuling held the thinner end of the glass bottle, and then padded it, feeling quite handy. He then lifted the bottle and slammed it down on the black greatsword.

With a crisp sound, the glass bottle shattered unsurprisingly. The holy water in the bottle spilled out, pouring the black greatsword from head to toe.

Black mist immediately emerged from the blade, and it immediately surged and boiled. The blade of the sword also corroded a large area in an instant, as if it had encountered strong acid, and soon became pitted and turned into a rusty sword.

- The purifying effect of holy water is amazing!

What appears to be an entity's blade, but is actually made of black mist. This black mist was obviously the aggregate of Ji Shen's evil thoughts.

The churning black mist rushed to his face, and Fang Qiuling couldn't help but take a few steps back.

This mist is not a poisonous mist, but it resembles a poisonous mist. Don't take a few puffs and become a puppet of the black greatsword before you know it......

However, before the black mist dissipated, Fang Qiuling found that the blade had begun to repair itself little by little.

The bottle of holy water is not large, about the size of a can for Coke. The holy water in it was only more than 300 milliliters when it was full, and it didn't even pour much on the big sword in one bottle, and it didn't even wet all the blades.

The part of the blade that was covered in a large amount of holy water continued to emit a black mist and appeared rusty. The less holy water part emitted a large gray mist, as if the water was boiling when it was boiling. As soon as the holy water is "steamed dry", the blade under it begins to recover little by little.

Seeing this, Fang Qiuling immediately opened the second bottle of holy water, grabbed the bottle and poured it directly onto the blade of the sword. While falling, you should also be careful to avoid the black mist rising up.

The second bottle of holy water was soon gone, and less than a fifth of the black greatsword was "corroded" by the holy water.

Fang Qiuling made a rough estimate, and immediately found that the holy water reserve in the storage bag didn't seem to be very sufficient. Splashing it all over should barely wet the blade, but the blade has the power to repair itself, and it shouldn't work if you want to purify this thing directly with holy water. There is not enough holy water, at least twice as much.

Since it is difficult to purify, I have to change the way and seal this harmful thing.

Purification belongs to the kind that is done once and for all, and it doesn't matter after one hard work. As soon as the purification is complete, this thing will either disappear and disappear into nothing, or it will be transformed into a "partner of justice". Either way, anyway, it doesn't want to come out and harm other people in the future. However, the "cost" of purification is relatively high, and if the technology is not up to standard, it is easy to leave hidden dangers, and it is possible to come back from the dead by accident......

Seals don't have that problem. But if purification belongs to the "cure" in the treatment of the doctor, then the seal is the "cure" in the treatment of the doctor - find a bottle, jar or something, and lock this thing up! Of course, since it's locked up, there must be a way to release it again. You don't even have to do anything deliberately, just wait for the bottle or jar to break by itself, and the contents will come out naturally.

Both seem to have their own advantages and disadvantages. In contrast, Fang Qiuling prioritized wanting to purify this thing instead of sealing it away. However, the cost of purification is relatively high, so I can only retreat to sealing.

There is no doubt that the power of the seals in the Brigade Mage system is incomparably strong. However, once the seal is completed, the sealed thing will turn into a fate card, and the fate card is an item that belongs to the "soul bound", and you don't want to get rid of it in this life. Carry such a thing that will make people "blackened", say you are not afraid...... That's a lie!

Are there other means of sealing?

Yes, there must be, but the key is that other sealing methods require casting materials. Sorcerers, sorcerers, and other spell-based professions always have some spellcasting materials with them in order to cope with possible daily situations. These spellcasting materials will basically cover most or all of the spells they master, and in case of emergencies, some of the spellcasting materials still have commonalities between them, and they can be "borrowed" from each other.

Fang Qiuling is a bard, and the bard has the ability to cast spells. But the bard's most powerful weapon is music, followed by swords and spells in his hands. He didn't have the spellcasting materials that the caster always had with him, after all, there were only a few spells he could do......

Fang Qiuling shrugged his shoulders, slapped his hand a few times, and then walked in front of the black great sword again.

Reach forward with your left hand. The index and middle fingers are erect, and the remaining three fingers are bent. Then it spreads out to the left as if it were a space.

In the next moment, countless grids appeared from under Fang Qiuling's feet. The concrete tarmac is gone, replaced by a green field looking down from above.

- Realm, a realm unique to traveling mages.

Stretch out your hand and hold it in the air, and a card will appear in your hand.

The cards are completely transparent, without the slightest hint of color. However, if you look at the looming lines of the card, you can still see that the front of the card is the Tree of the Growing World, and the back is the Endless Serpent on the back.

The cards swirled in the palm of their hands, and scattered particles of colorless light continued to fall from them. Fang Qiuling admired it for a while, then reached out and pinched the corner of the card, throwing it at the black big sword in front of him.

"Seal!"

With a soft shout, the transparent card flying towards the black greatsword turned into a huge colorless vortex, completely enveloping the black greatsword.

As if sensing that the end was coming, a dazzling black light suddenly bloomed on the black greatsword. A black shadow suddenly burst out from the broadsword.

It is a true monster with an elongated body and extremely slender limbs. The most striking thing is its tail, which has three big long tails on its back. The tip of the tail is full of barbs, slightly bent and closed, like a big black mouth entrenched on a big sword!

- This thing is still deformed, and it still has a body!

Fang Qiuling's face remained calm, as if everything was under control. But his heart was already overturned, full of consternation.

This monster Fang Qiuling knew, and there were many books about otherworldly creatures in Weiyang Palace that mentioned this monster. It is not the aftermath of the fall of the gods, but the fallen gods themselves! It was born from the fallen body of a god, a monster with divine powers, a product that should not exist and was outside the rules.

This monster has a terrifying name - the gods.

Iniquity is the other side of the gods. They derive their power from the twisted laws and draw on the malice of the world as nourishment. There are countless types of them, and ugliness, bizarreness, and horror are the most common characteristics.

If the gods are fortunate enough to be nourished enough to become whole, they will possess no less power than the gods.

Fang Qiu was very fortunate to be inspired. Because the god in front of him is not an adult body, judging from its "thin arms and thin legs", it can't even talk about a juvenile body.

The collection of books in Weiyang Palace has a very clear record that the growth of the gods has nothing to do with time, but only with the energy they have obtained. The more "nutrients" it absorbs, the more energy it gets, and the faster it grows. As long as there are enough "nutrients", it can be turned into a behemoth in an instant.

However, Terdaheim is obviously not a high-demon world with many "nutrients" for the gods to "thrive". So even after a long time, it still seems to be very weak, and it needs to have dependents to "hunt".

Fang Qiuling finally understood at this moment why the black greatsword was full of malice towards the descendants of Ji Shen. Because it was born from the body of the god Ji, the true blood of the god of Ji can not only "greatly replenish the vitality" for him, but also have the meaning of "replenishing the whole body". Therefore, the descendants of Himejin are not only the most tempting prey for it, but also a delicacy that needs to be obtained at all costs.

But that's the end of it. The vortex formed by the transparent cards is like an invisible cage, holding it firmly in place. Any resistance, any struggle, is useless, it is futile.

The colorless swirls gradually stained a layer of black. The black god roared and struggled, trying to break free from the whirlpool, but the black mist that made up its body was being peeled away little by little. The more it struggles, the faster it peels.

- Fortunately, it is the sealing method of the brigade mage. If you use any other sealing method, it is estimated that you will be attacked by this thing halfway through the seal. Neither dead nor maimed!

There were no pupils in the black gods' eye sockets, only a bright red. From the bright red came bitter hatred, incomparable resentment, and extreme madness. As if it had found that most of its body had fallen, its struggle seemed even more frenzied.

Fang Qiuling looked at it calmly, and the strange body of the god was reflected in his clear pupils.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded in my heart, which did not distinguish between men and women.

"I curse you, I curse you! All your happiness will turn to misfortune! You will watch your loved ones die in front of you! Everything you hold dear will be trampled in dust! You ......"

Black brilliance appeared on Fang Qiuling's body, and gradually turned into thick chains.

Fang Qiuling smiled, and he said softly, "I bless you." I wish you always worry-free and always happy. May the beautiful flowers bloom for you, may the warm winter sun bring you warmth, and may you harvest your own family, friendship, and love ......"

The pure white light fell, and the black chains turned into countless pieces in the pure white light before they could really take shape, and then dissipated.

The hoarse voice of the man and the woman let out a loud wail.

Pure white brilliance erupted not only from its bright red eyes, but also from its body. The pitch-black body turned gray in the pure white light.

"Nope! That's impossible! That's impossible! ”

The wails were filled with anger that could not be vented.

Pure white light gradually seeped out from the gray body of the god. First a tiny ray of light seeped out of the crack in the body, followed by a slightly thicker pillar of light, which eventually turned into a huge gap.

In the frenzied struggle, the body of the god dissolved into the whirlpool along with its madness.

The whirlpool turned completely black, as inky black as the torso of a god. In the midst of the inky black, a card with black as the background and gold as the pattern slowly emerged.