Merchant of the Underworld

boom!

A sonorous sound of metal collision resounded throughout the world.

Looking at the uncle's heart, it was only slightly dented by the Thousand-Year Cold Sword, but it didn't cause much damage.

I took a breath of cold air. This gold-lined jade garment is really awesome. The sword the man in the T-shirt just struck could probably pierce even rock-hard steel, right? But this seemingly thin gold jade garment did not cause much damage.

Thunder struck one after another, and the village burst into flames. Even heavy raindrops could not extinguish the fire.

The miserable howls of people in the village, the frightened screams of poultry and animals, and the continuous howls of ghosts and wolves on the lake made this place look like a hell on earth.

The uncle was so excited by this exciting scene that he actually launched an attack: "They are all going to die. I will take revenge. I will take revenge with my own hands. Haha, you all have to die, you all have to die."

The uncle has completely gone crazy. Now in his eyes, the only thing he can think about is killing, right? Kill one person with joy and pleasure, kill the other person in darkness...

Zen Master Baimei and the man in the T-shirt were a little unable to control themselves, and I couldn't intervene at all... The uncle's figure changed too quickly, and I couldn't lock him at all. On the contrary, the aftermath of their attack will be reflected back, so I can only dodge and then take the opportunity to make a sneak attack.

The man with two souls was really powerful. In the end, the white-browed Zen Master and the man in the T-shirt were beaten backwards by the uncle, and then they were hit hard on the ground. Both of them vomited a mouthful of blood at the same time.

"Haha." The uncle laughed wildly: "You are too weak. Over the past few decades, whenever I have time, I will train myself. Do you know how I survived? Haha. Lead me!"

The uncle suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, raised his hands high, and a bolt of thunder suddenly traveled down and hit the uncle.

The uncle was struck by thunder and sparks of lightning were all over his body. He screamed in pain and half-knelt on the ground, but he quickly stood up again.

"That's good, that's good." Zen Master Baimei sighed: "He actually used heavenly calamity to refine two souls. How strong is this guy?"

The man in the T-shirt also looked desperate: "It's too strong, I'm afraid I can't stop it."

But I said: "Not necessarily!"

"What do you mean?" The eyes of Zen Master Baimei and the man in the T-shirt immediately fell on me.

I smiled and grabbed the Thousand-Year Cold Sword: "If this Thousand-Year Cold Sword has accumulated the power of the Heavenly Tribulation, can it deal with the uncle?"

Zen Master Baimei and the man in the T-shirt looked at each other, and I quickly grabbed the Thousand-Year Cold Sword and raised the Thousand-Year Cold Sword high: "Lei Yin."

Suddenly, a thicker thunder fell from the sky and landed on the Thousand-Year Cold Sword.

And I knew that my physical body could not compete with the Heavenly Tribulation, so after using the Millennium Cold Sword to attract thunder, I rolled on the spot and left the scope of the Heavenly Tribulation.

However, the Thousand-Year Cold Sword has been absorbed by the thunder and is hanging in the mid-air. The whole body is discharged and seems to be translucent.

"What a lightning-inducing technique." Zen Master Baimei smiled happily: "Have you been prepared for it a long time ago?"

I smiled: "Grandpa just told me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark shadow slowly floated out of the thousand-year-old cold sword. Suspended in mid-air, holding a thousand-year cold sword, he stood tall and tall, and his murderous aura shocked the entire audience.

"Still so stubborn." The shadow spoke and made an ethereal voice. The sound was so loud that it suppressed the thunder.

Hearing this rich voice, the uncle couldn't help but tremble all over, and looked at the shadow tremblingly.

When the uncle saw the shadow suspended in mid-air, his expression became distorted: "Thousands of years have passed, and you are still so stubborn. Well, let's make an end today!"

After saying that, the uncle fiercely rushed towards the Millennium Cold Sword.

The shadow holding the Millennium Cold Sword snorted coldly: "You don't overestimate your capabilities."

After saying that, he actually rushed forward, and the two of them were soon fighting together. Suddenly, sand and rocks were flying, and sparks of electricity flashed non-stop.

I was dumbfounded when I watched it. These two are so amazing, more powerful than any other kung fu movie.

The thunder from the sky was still rolling down, and the village had long been turned into a sea of ​​fire. It was not known whether Li Mazi had lured all the villagers out.

In this contest with great disparity in strength, the three of us had no chance to get close. The man in the T-shirt and Zen Master Bai Mei simply meditated on the spot and recited mantras to help.

I don’t know how the two of them are fighting now, so I watched with wide eyes.

Finally, with a scream, three black figures flew out of the fighting circle and hit the ground hard.

One of the figures, apparently an uncle, actually knocked a big pit out of the ground.

At this moment, his flesh and blood were blurred, and the gold jade clothes he originally wore were gone.

And when he looked at the battle circle, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the thousand-year cold sword actually pierced through the golden jade clothes and penetrated into the soil, causing the cold air to bite.

The other two black shadows are...

I looked in surprise, and as I expected, the two black shadows were the uncle's fused souls. One of the dead souls is naturally grandpa's, and the other is the old lady.

The old lady looked very weak, wandering, and might lose her mind at any moment.

Grandpa was a little better. He stood firm, put his hands behind his back, and looked at me with a kind smile.

"Old donor Zhang, we meet again." Zen Master Baimei smiled and greeted his grandfather: "If you don't go to the underworld to report, why are you still staying in the world?"

"Haha." Grandpa scolded unceremoniously: "This brat hasn't given me a grandson yet. How can I rest in peace when I go to hell?"

I couldn't help but laugh. Even though my grandfather was dead, he still thought about having a grandson.

I was so excited that I cried with joy. I walked up to him on my knees step by step: "Grandpa."

"My dear grandson, get up quickly." When he saw me, my grandfather's tone softened: "Now I have finally become a qualified femininity dealer. I am doing well and have not brought shame to our Zhang family."

I smiled helplessly: "Grandpa, you never left, right?"

Grandpa said: "Grandpa is now a shady person and can only move around in the world of the world. My good grandson, do you still remember my instructions?"

"What instructions?" When grandpa said this, I was confused.

"When you and that girl have a baby, don't forget to pay homage to my grave. Okay, my energy is almost exhausted, so I have to find a place to recuperate quickly. In the first year of junior high school, take good care of him." Grandpa waved lightly. Wave.

The man in the T-shirt nodded immediately: "Don't worry, senior."

After grandpa finished explaining, he left quietly.

But I still had a lot to say, so I was ready to catch up and shouted to grandpa not to leave.

However, Zen Master Baimei stopped me and said, stop chasing me. Your grandfather's soul is too weak now and he won't be able to survive this catastrophe for long.

I felt desolate in my heart, and quickly asked Zen Master Baimei, will I see my grandpa again in the future?

Zen Master Baimei nodded: "Don't worry! I didn't expect that he actually got a job, which really impressed me."

"What exactly is the underworld doing?" I asked.

"You know that some people can cross the underworld," said Zen Master Baimei. "To put it bluntly, he 'crosses the yang' in the underworld, helping the souls of the dead to send messages to their families in the underworld."

I nodded thoughtfully, then turned to look in the direction of the uncle.

The uncle looked at the gold-threaded jade clothes in despair, with a look of reluctance on his face. He even wanted to go up and pick up the gold-threaded jade clothes secretly, but I immediately ran up and kicked the uncle over with a kick. He said: "I don't know how to repent, I'm so fucking shameless!"

The uncle was desperate: "Why, why is this happening? In the past forty years, I have practiced so hard and sacrificed my life, but I got this end! Why, God, you don't have eyesight."

Zen Master Baimei clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, if you follow the evil path, you will not achieve the right path. If the donor can use this obsession to cultivate the three thousand avenues, I am afraid he will have achieved a lot, and the clouds will be clear. ?”

"Old bald donkey, it's all your fault." The uncle said angrily: "If it weren't for you, how could I have failed?"

"Amitabha, you are stubborn and stubborn. It seems that I am going to do justice for heaven." Zen Master Baimei picked up the thousand-year-old cold sword and walked towards the uncle step by step: "Donor, you'd better end it on your own!"

After that, he threw the Millennium Cold Sword in front of the uncle.