The Ultimate Sword Master

"Master, please don't misunderstand me."

Yin Sanniang patiently explained: "This brush is to copy the appearance of the young master, and this paper can imprint the young master's aura. The two are indispensable. The young master's outfit... cannot complete the painting."

Black robe, ghost face.

The ferryman's attire was extremely special, completely concealing Gu Han's aura, so naturally she couldn't copy it.

"besides."

She thought for a while and then said: "When you are painting later, the young master may notice something unexpected and have some illusions. You must not resist, otherwise you will give up halfway and have to start over again. The concubine's body This paper is specially made, and there are only two left. If it fails, I will not be able to help the young master. "

Heard so many restrictions.

Gu Han frowned.

He has been fighting for a long time over the years. Except for those he trusts the most, how could he put his safety in the hands of someone he just met?

"Master."

Yin Sanniang advised again: "This method will not harm you at all, and... Ming Ling may come at any time. I hope you don't hesitate..."

"Can you draw me?"

Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a crisp voice.

Cold rain sparse.

"Sanniang."

She stared at the paper and pen, her eyes brightened, and she said eagerly: "It's rare to encounter such a powerful and interesting supernatural power, how about you draw me one first?"

…

Ghostland.

The giant city of bones.

A figure slowly descended.

With a vertical eye on his face and tentacles on his limbs, he was none other than the Ninth Ghost School, Wu Feng, who had fought Gu Han before!

The figure swayed slightly.

In just a moment, he arrived at a palace and bowed respectfully to the depths, "Wu Feng, pay homage to your lord."

"how?"

Deep in the palace, the humanoid ghost suddenly opened his eyes. Although they were far apart, his eyes still fell on Wu Feng with great precision, "Is the matter settled?"

Ghost general, Ming Ling.

"Follow your orders."

Wu Feng's tone became even more respectful, "My subordinates have successfully forced them in. I wonder what my lord's instructions are next?"

"Just wait and see what happens."

"grown ups."

After hesitating for a moment, Wu Feng asked again: "My subordinates don't understand. If we put so much effort into scheming against them, will it really work?"

The plan came to a head.

Ming Ling's mood seemed to be a little more ups and downs, so he said a few more words, "What do you think of the ferryman?"

"Mysterious and difficult."

Wu Feng said without thinking: "Regardless of their positions and regardless of their level of cultivation, these ferrymen are all determined, wise and courageous people. They are actually the elites among the elites of the human race. They are extremely difficult to deal with. Over the past countless years, although there have been Many ferrymen died in our hands, but... we didn't take too big advantage. "

"good."

Ming Ling praised: "You are not arrogant. It is rare for you to see so clearly. The ferryman is really a serious problem for our clan! Kill one, and one will come. Kill two, and a pair will come... I don't know what to give. My ghost clan has caused so much damage, even Huang Quan..."

That's only half the story.

But both ghosts know it.

Since Huangquan's two points, the ghost clan's strength has weakened by half.

"but."

Ming Ling changed the subject and said: "If it's just these people, that's fine. With the background and strength of my Huangquan ghost clan, it's difficult to completely destroy them, but it's not impossible! The true confidants of my ghost clan The big trouble, the real enemy... is that mysterious one!"

Hear the words.

Wu Feng's heart skipped a beat.

The ferryman has been fighting with the Huangquan ghost tribe for so many years, and the most terrifying opponent he has encountered is that one, the man whose hands are stained with the blood of the ghost tribe!

one.

It's a number, and it's also a code name.

This is the only understanding they, the middle and lower class ghost clan, have about the mysterious ferryman.

"ridiculous."

Ming Ling's tone was slightly mocking, "After fighting him for so many years, even... not even that person can figure out his specific identity. If this person is not eliminated, even if we kill hundreds of ferrymen, it will not help. , if this person is removed, the ferrymen will be leaderless and no longer a threat!"

"The human race has a saying."

"Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles!"

"Since it is impossible to deduce his true identity, and since the ferrymen are difficult to destroy from the outside, then... break into them. It should be noted that no matter how strong a person is, there are weaknesses, and no matter how powerful an organization is, there are also drawbacks. This is the only way to do it, Only then can we have a chance to defeat them from within!”

Speaking of which.

His tone was a little excited, and even the ghost aura on his body was churning, "If this plan is successful, we will have the opportunity to fundamentally destroy the ferryman in one fell swoop, and the worries of our ghost clan for countless years will be completely put to rest. The benefits will last forever, and by then, all the ghost clans involved in this plan... can take a few steps forward!"

"Your Excellency, you have foresight!"

Wu Feng's body trembled slightly, and he was so excited that he couldn't control himself, "Wu Feng is willing to fight to the death!"

"No."

Ming Ling shook her head, "I'm just a ghost general, how could I come up with such a clever method? All of this is...his instruction."

"Could it be..."

Wu Feng's voice trembled a little, "Is it the king?"

The king of his mouth.

But he is a newly promoted Ghost King, and his identity is extremely mysterious, and he is not qualified to see him at all.

"good."

Ming Ling nodded, "It's just that now that he is targeted by that one, he has no time to clone himself and can't take action directly, so he has to leave this matter to the ghost clan below. We have failed once more than a hundred years ago. This time... I can’t let him down no matter what!”

"yes!"

Wu Feng said respectfully: "I understand!"

…

Within the secret realm.

"you?"

Seeing Leng Yushu standing up suddenly, Yin Sanniang was stunned for a moment, "Girl, are you... kidding?"

"of course not."

Leng Meizi said seriously: "Sanniang, paint me first."

"Girl, don't blame me."

After a moment of silence, Yin Sanniang wondered: "It's not that I don't paint, but that every time I use my magical power, it takes a lot of effort. After painting one painting, if I paint the second one, it will take a lot of time." Increase, with your cultivation..."

The meaning is obvious.

Leng Meizi's cultivation at this time is not yet at the holy level, so painting her... is basically a waste.

"Sanniang."

Who would have thought that Leng Meizi still persisted and said angrily: "Are you looking down on my cultivation?"

"no……"

"I'm very smart."

Leng Yushu stared at her with an innocent look on his face, "If there were two of me here, I would definitely come up with a better way!"

Gu Han thought for a while.

When two Nine-Apertured Exquisite Ones met together, the scene... was truly terrifying.

By now.

He didn't know it yet, but Sister Leng noticed something was wrong again.

Looking at the aggressive Leng Yushu, Yin Sanniang looked embarrassed.

"never mind."

Leng Meizi said with a disappointed look on her face: "Since Sanniang is in trouble, we won't draw any more. We will just leave."

Said.

She greeted Gu Han and left.

"good."

Gu Han did not hesitate and said directly: "Please ask Sanniang to open the passage. In fact, even if there is no portrait, I think I am still somewhat sure."

"Master!"

Yin Sanniang seemed a little angry, "Do you think that I am going to harm you? If you really want to do this, wouldn't it be easier and simpler to let Wu Feng kill you? Why bother to save you? What did I do? , it’s all for your own good, could it be that... you still can’t trust me?”

"Feel sorry."

Gu Han glanced at Leng Meizi and said noncommittally, "I trust her more than you."

The cold girl smiled happily.