Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

In the old days, Emperor Qin Shihuang unified Liuhe and eliminated all wastes, sweeping the territory of China that unified the six countries.

There are poems in later generations, saying, "The King of Qin swept Liuhe and looked at He Xiongzai. He swung his sword to fight the clouds, and the princes came to the west."

Although this golden light giant does not have a head, its domineering aura and power are already comparable to those of King Qin Yingzheng in the past.

Therefore, Xiao Lin named this trick "Swing a Sword to Fight Clouds"!

As he expected, the moment he waved his hand, the headless god drew the sword from his waist and made the same movement.

A Sword Qi waved out, bursting with a dazzling golden light, killing Qiongqi at an imperceptible speed, and the air and space on the way were torn and twisted.

Qiongqi is worthy of being a fierce beast in the Demon Realm, Jiao Jian jumped, and he just escaped the fatal blow.

However, the five soul-evoking coffins he summoned were directly split into powder by the golden Sword Qi and vanished into ashes.

Qiongqi let out a stern wailing, and all the Azure Dragon scales, Black Tortoise armor, and Vermillion Bird wings on his body disappeared, returning to their original ugly appearance.

"Can't you steal other people's moves? If you have the ability, try to steal this move!"

Xiao Linhu glared, his hands swept away at an even sharper speed.

"Swing a sword to make a cloud!"

The Headless God swung another sword, a more powerful Sword Qi, and went straight to Qiongqi's head at a faster speed than before.

Only hearing a loud "bang" sound, Qiongqi couldn't dodge, and was hit hard by the golden Sword Qi.

The smoke cleared, and Qiongqi was covered in cuts and bruises, blood and blood, and collapsed to the ground with all four feet upside down, wailing weakly like a candle in the wind, and his body convulsed violently.

Summoning a headless god consumes more power than Xiao Lin imagined.

After defeating Qiongqi, Xiao Lin couldn't support it either, and a touch of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The Sword of God Blessing fell out of Qianjun Shengyi with a cry, and the headless god instantly turned into a ray of golden light and drifted away.

The headless god summoned by the fusion of these two treasures is indeed amazing, but the damage to the body is equally amazing.

Xiao Lin only controlled the headless god to "swipe the sword and break the cloud" twice, and felt severe pain in his body. The internal organs, Eight Extraordinary Meridians, and every cell in his body trembled violently because of the pain.

But compared with the power of a headless god, this price is nothing at all!

Xiao Lin wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, pulled out the Demon King's Demon Sword from the ground, and walked slowly in front of Qiongqi step by step.

There was a deep fear in Qiongqi's eyes, and he watched Death approach him step by step, but he was unable to stand up and resist.

"Die, wicked barrier!"

Xiao Lin walked up to Qiongqi with difficulty, grasping the hilt of the Sword of God's Blessing with both hands, pointed the blade at Qiongqi's chest, and stabbed it with all his strength and desperately.

Seeing that this sword was about to penetrate directly through Qiongqi's heart, a white bone suddenly shot out from the oblique side, not only blocking the fatal blow for Qiongqi, but also shaking Xiao Lin away.

Xiao Lin Carp stood up, his expression extremely solemn: "Who?!"

"Little friend, don't be so irritable."

An old man walked out slowly from the cave with a pretty smile on his face.

This old man wore a black robe and a rickety figure. Although he was amiable and kind, but the sly light in his eyes made him look more like a smiling tiger with a knife in his smile.

The old man was holding a scepter carved from white bones, and Xiao Lin could feel the faint devilish energy exuding from the scepter far away.

"Who are you?" Xiao Lin frowned and asked.

"A good question from my little friend."

The old man smiled and said: "The old man is not talented, it is the master of this poor stranger."

"The master of Qiongqi?"

Xiao Lin was startled slightly, thinking of Vermillion Bird's words just now, a touch of horror appeared in his eyes.

"You are the coffin knight, one of the four great guardians of the Demon Race-Duo Sin?"

"Exactly."

The old man nodded slightly: "The little friend is so powerful that he can push the Qiongqi to a desperate situation. The old man has just witnessed your awe and admiration!"

"But this Qiongqi is the old man's war ride, and even the only best friend on this Ten Thousand Demon Mountain who can accompany me to relieve my boredom. Please also look at the old man's face and spare his life."

"Oh, you mean you just kept peeking in secret?"

Xiao Lin sneered at the corner of Xiao Lin's mouth: "Just now this Qiongqi pushed us into desperation, and you didn't mean to stop it. Now seeing this Qiongqi being slaughtered by me, you can't help but show up?"

"This fierce beast almost killed us. I tried my best to subdue him. Do you want me to let him go now?"

"Little friend's remark is reasonable, it is indeed the old man who was abrupt."

Duogui pondered for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "How can the little friend spare Qiongqi?"

"impossible!"

Xiao Lin said decisively: "We don't belong here. We must obtain the Qiongqi head before we can return to our original world."

"Today, either you kill me right now and put us to death, otherwise, I will definitely cut off the head of Qiongqi, there is no room for negotiation!"

"My little friend, calm down. People in the Devil Realm have always advocated peace and never bother to fight and kill."

Duo Sin waved his hand and said with a smile: "Since the little friend needs to use Qiongqi's head to return to the own world, the old man just sends you home, can you spare Qiongqi?"

Xiao Lin was startled slightly, his face was suspicious: "Can you send us back?"

"On this Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, there is nothing that an old man can't do."

Duo Sin smiled and held up the bone scepter in his hand.

Two beams of light burst from the eyes of the skull at the top of the scepter, covering the bodies of Xiao Lin and Ning Fu Lian respectively.

This ray of light was like an invisible giant hand, full of overwhelming power, leaving Xiao Lin without any resistance, or even a will to disobey.

"The little friend has a good journey, the old man will not be far away to give it away!"

The last thing Xiao Lin heard was Duogui's goodbye with a smile, and then he lost consciousness.

He seemed to have entered an endless abyss, with no time, no space, only the darkness of invisible five fingers, and the ethereal dimension.

After an unknown period of time, Xiao Lin suddenly opened his eyes.

He had already left the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain and reappeared in the underground palace of Chen Jiu's courtyard, lying on the ruined tortoise shell of the Vientiane Demon Array.

The underground palace is still in a mess, exactly the same as the situation after defeating the golden armor warrior, no change at all.

Did you...have a dream?

When Xiao Lin was in a daze, he found something in his fist.

He spread out his hands and looked intently, and what he held tightly in his hands was Nymphony's butterfly mask that was shattered in half.

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