A black sword with a forged face came out in response. A silver arc was drawn in the air, and a few flips were made, and it went to Ji Changkong's hands.

The sword is pure black, but at the junction of the hilt and the blade, a half-faced skeleton of a silver sculpture is embedded in one blade, glowing with silver light. The blade of the sword was very long, and the blade was like autumn frost, and it stood still, as if you could hear the cold wind howling from it.

When Jingwu saw this sword, he unconsciously took two steps back, and hesitated: "You, don't get excited, calm down, they won't dye the north like anything." We're going to save her, and you put away your sword first. ”

Ji Changkong said coldly: "It's too slow. ”

Jingwu wanted to say something, but when he saw that Ji Changkong had already raised his sword, he immediately took back the words that had just come to his mouth, and a few ups and downs retreated to the most corner of the wall. It wasn't until there was no way to retreat that he stopped, waiting for him to move behind.

Ji Changkong went to the place where Obsidian disappeared last, raised the long sword in his hand, concentrated his strength, and suddenly slashed towards the void.

As he ascended, a powerful blue light burst out from the sword, pouring forward with a terrifying force that seemed to devour everything, breaking a passage in the empty stone room.

The teleportation technique that Obsidian used to escape was actually chiseled open by him!

Ji Changkong withdrew his sword and said backwards: "Let's go." ”

Jingwu came down from the wall that was clinging to it, breathed a sigh of relief, and then replied, "Brother, I asked if you can take it easy in the future." This place is not big, and you are here to take out the misanthropy of the world, do you deliberately not want me to live? ”

Keigo's complaint is not out of nowhere. The destructive power of the world's misanthropy is so great, and the space here is narrow, as soon as the sword intent comes out, the powerful force has nowhere to be dissipated, and it rushes left and right in this stone room, destroying the mountain walls everywhere and crumbling, and the people in this room are even more miserable. If it weren't for the body of the gods, I'm afraid he really wouldn't have much to live.

Ji Changkong ignored him, and stepped into the crack opened by the teleportation technique.

Although Obsidian ran fast, Ji Changkong immediately used the power of world-weary to break through his teleportation technique and catch up. And the misanthropy never disappoints, and the passage that opens almost exactly coincides with the route of Obsidian's escape.

The exit to the passage is a side entrance to an underground palace. Ji Changkong stepped in two steps, and walked quickly in the middle, looking for the traces of obsidian.

The layout of this palace is very different from that of the obsidian one. The mountain stone is still used as a wall, but when you look closely, it looks more like a fairy palace temple born underground. The ceiling and even the surrounding walls are not neat, but there is a little more natural meaning invisibly. As far as the eye can see, the white veil that can be seen everywhere rises without wind, the gurgling water on both sides of the path meanders through, and there is a thin layer of light smoke floating on the water, and it is warm to stroke it with your hands.

One after another, the main side of the ear chamber is very carefully distributed, connected by a path paved with wood and bamboo under the feet. The whole place is like a yaotai under the moon.

But Ji Changkong had no intention of watching these at all, if he couldn't find Bei Dye, he was afraid that he would split all of this place.

Fortunately, after turning a few bamboo paths, he saw the familiar red figure next to a small hot spring, and the unconscious North Dye who was soaking in the hot spring pool.

Obsidian was stroking the top of Kita's forehead with one hand, trying to drain her soul so that it could be sucked in. In the case of warm water bathing, the human body is the most relaxed and can be easily obtained.

Without saying a word, he silently went to the figure, sealed it in his palm, and struck out angrily, blasting the obsidian who was caught off guard a few meters away, colliding with the dark stone wall.

Bei Ran's half-pumped soul returned to her body, and the dizziness and swelling that she couldn't adapt to made her choke a few times violently, and then slowly woke up. However, his eyes were still hazy, and he didn't know what was happening.

Ji Changkong's blow just now, with ten percent of the force, Obsidian was beaten to break a few bones, and struggled on the ground for a long time before staggering up. And the moment he hit the stone wall, the movement was so loud that Bai Yu, who had been hiding, also led out.

He came out of a small pavilion with a white veil dancing wildly, and his face was full of sadness. glanced at the embarrassed obsidian next to him, and asked Ji Changkongdao:

"Why is Childe chasing and beating our brothers so fiercely?"

Ji Changkong was even more displeased: "Your Excellency really doesn't understand, or pretend not to understand?" Since the two are ghost kings, can they arrest people indiscriminately and suck people's souls? ”

Bai Yu was angry and didn't answer, as the red-clothed ghost said, this king was always angry at every turn, and no one dared to provoke him. But these words are useful to intimidate others, and in Ji Changkong, it is completely uncountable.

He held the sword in his hand, and the hostility was self-evident.

When the two parties were about to start fighting, Jingwu arrived in time, waved his long sleeves, and touched a sword from his body, smiled casually, and said, "This white one is for you, and the red one is mine." ”

Ji Changkong was silent to express his acquiescence.

Obsidian and Bai Yu glanced at each other, and took the lead in attacking the two.

The veil, which was originally flying lightly and slowly, was affected by the mana in the space due to the fight between the two gods and two ghosts, and it flew wildly, and the dreamlike mansion seemed to have fallen into hell. The original fluttering white yarn seems to have turned into a spirit banner in the hands of evil spirits, calling out the lonely souls of the world over and over again in the windy dungeon.

In the face of these two gods in the heavenly realm who few people can compare, the thousands of years of ghost deeds of Obsidian and Bai Yu are obviously not enough, and it doesn't take a few tricks to make it obvious that they are struggling.

But Obsidian is still so dead, while fighting, his mouth does not stop, he has to hurt people from time to time, as if he thinks that this can make the other party angry to death, and then win without a fight.

"Just such a girl who only has a wisp of soul left and is not dead, is it worth saving the two of you like this?"

"But also, when I was in the illusion, I said that I would kill you and let her choose one, but she couldn't bear anyone."

Jingwu scolded him: "What are you doing? You deserve to talk to me for such a nondescript thing? ”

Obsidian didn't care, and continued to finish what he wanted to say.

"Guess what happened? I chose one for her. Let my little goblins eat your good brother's flesh and blood in front of her. ”

As a result, she refused to look at it. Then, I taught her a hard lesson! But I didn't expect that her temper was really stubborn, and she was about to be beaten to death, and she couldn't bear to look at Ji Changkong being eaten and wiped out by the ghosts......"

At this point, he began his incessant arrogant laughter again:

"Hahaha...... Interesting, really interesting...... Hahaha....... ”

Ji Changkong, who was fighting fiercely with Bai Yu on the side, suddenly took two steps back and stopped standing still after striking with the opponent's sword.

Then he flashed to Keigo's place and pushed him hard into his position.

Keigo didn't know why: "What is this?" ”

Ji Changkong hid the long sword in his hand, re-summoned the world-weary in his hand, and his tone was cold, and he couldn't refuse: "Change with you." ”