You continue to roll! I'm going to learn to catch ghosts

A scream.

Mu Jiu's eyes flashed with golden light, and he came to a strange place again.

This is not a layout where modern humans live, but rather looks like a place where sects lived in ancient times.

From a distance, this place looks like a series of fairy mountains and blessed places, neatly arranged together.

It is composed of a series of well-proportioned monasteries. There are mountains and rivers far away, and there is something to behold. The pavilions and pavilions are all touching.

It seems to be a place outside the world, a place without competition from the world, the air is fresh and there is no trace of turbidity.

Living in this place for a period of time may not extend your life, but it can still be pleasing to the eye.

Mu Jiu took a quick look and saw that there was a hut that stood out among the dense forest on the mountainside.

From a distance, the hut looks green and looks like a bamboo house made of bamboo.

When Mu Jiu saw the bamboo house, his consciousness could clearly feel that there was a person sitting upright in the bamboo house.

That person's aura far surpassed that of ordinary high-level Celestial Masters, and was even said to have reached the level of Celestial Master King that Mu Jiu had seen before.

There are very few heavenly masters at this level, and every one of them is a sensation in the world.

The characters who appear in the space of the Sword Spirit realm must be inextricably related to the Sword Spirit.

Could it be that this person is the master of this sword spirit? After death, his soul did not completely dissipate, but lived in the sword spirit space.

Mu Jiu could only think of such a reason, otherwise how could he, as a high-level heavenly master, be a mediocre person hiding here.

At this time, a kind voice came from the room.

"Little friend, why don't you come over and talk about it!"

Without any warning, Mu Jiu's body flew past completely uncontrollably.

Mu Jiu actually sat directly on the chair in the bamboo house. This scene made him feel very panicked.

If this person wanted to kill him, Mu Jiu would have no chance to resist.

It is obvious that his strength is far superior to Zhao Kaiyu, several times or even dozens of times stronger.

Along the way, Mu Jiu also passed many ancient masters who did not die, leaving behind a trace of their souls.

Each of them had long forgotten the original incident and had no intention of killing him.

So Mu Jiu asked directly: "Senior, is the master of the sword spirit?"

The other party ignored Mu Jiu, picked up the tea cup from his hand and smiled.

"Drink tea, drink tea!"

Mu Jiu followed suit and picked up a cup of tea and drank it.

As the tea enters my stomach, a refreshing feeling hits my face, although the tea looks a bit old.

It still doesn't change the freshness the tea exudes, it's simply pleasing to the eye.

“Good tea!”

“Good tea!”

Mu Jiu, who never tasted tea, was attracted by the fragrance of the tea and couldn't help but praise it.

Faced with the exaggeration, the other party did not show any expression, not even a trace of emotional fluctuation.

If it weren't for the fact that he could feel his life breath, Mu Jiu would have thought that what was sitting opposite him was just a corpse.

After a long time, Mu Jiu drank all the tea in the cup, and then the old man raised his head and looked directly at him.

I saw him slowly raising a skinny arm. There was no flesh and blood on the arm, only a few white bones were exposed.

"My little friend, have you ever felt the mystery in the tea?"

Mu Jiu shook his head.

Apart from the refreshing feeling that tea can bring, there is no mystery at all.

Immediately, the old man poured a cup of tea into the tea cup in front of Mu Jiu again.

Without any words, Mu Jiu knew in his heart what this meant.

This time, he didn't drink it in a hurry.

Instead, he remembered that when he was in Shonan City, the boatman once taught him a technique for drinking pear blossom rice wine.

Mu Jiu tried to taste the tea by drinking it, hoping to get some of its secrets.

The tip of his tongue gently touched the edge of the tea, and he held a few drops of tea in his mouth without rushing to swallow it.

Suddenly, the noisy sound of swords and swords seemed to come from the bamboo house, which was very obvious to Mu Jiu's ears.

As the sounds got louder and louder, a battlefield scene appeared in front of Mu Jiu's eyes.

In the battlefield, the sound of killing was very noisy, and a man was facing hundreds of thousands of soldiers in front.

This man was holding a magic weapon tightly in his hand. The outline on it was very similar to the outline on the sword spirit held by Mu Jiu.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Mu Jiu would never have imagined that this was a real thing that happened in ancient human times.

The man held the magic weapon in his hand and rode a white horse, wandering gracefully among the crowd of [-] people.

When the sword is raised and lowered, hundreds of soldiers will be killed or injured every time the sword is swung down.

It seemed that even the [-] people could not withstand the killing power of this man, and they were driven back by this man.

Slowly, the man turned red-eyed and didn't care how many soldiers were in front of him.

He didn't care that the blood on the ground had spread into a river, nor did he know how many soldiers' blood was stained on his body.

He was like a killing machine, killing people non-stop, until souls appeared on the edge of the sword.

Those who were slaughtered by him developed great resentment after their deaths and possessed the divine weapons.

I just feel that the magic weapon in my hand is getting heavier and heavier, but for a person who has already killed red eyes, it does not pose any threat at all.

Slowly, Mu Jiu saw that there were more than ten thousand souls pressing against the divine weapons.

Fortunately, the weight of the dead soul is not the same as that of a real person, otherwise the weight of millions of kilograms would have completely crushed him.

The whole process of massacre was very cruel. This master holding the magic weapon lasted seven days and seven nights.

Until there was no one left standing on the battlefield except him.

After glancing around in his eyes, he stood on the ground with his sword hilt crossed, and laughed loudly despite the exhaustion of his body.

"I'm laughing at the sky!"

"You, with just a hundred thousand soldiers, still want to block my way!"

After saying all this, the master could no longer endure the physical exertion.

he died.

After his death, the soul in his body slowly rose up and possessed the divine weapon.

When he once again saw the souls of those who died piled on top of the divine weapons.

A cruel scene once again appeared before Mu Jiu's eyes.

The killing force began again, and even Mu Jiu closed his eyes and did not dare to see this cruel scene.

Finally, the magic weapon was buried underground, and the hero's soul was completely integrated into the sword spirit.

Suddenly, a strange fluctuation flashed through Mu Jiu's mind.

When he returned to reality again, the old man opposite him who had always been cold and aloof actually stood up.

A burst of laughter came out.

Immediately, the sound of the piano came from Zhizhi Bamboo House.

He stroked the piano gently and played a passionate battle movement.

"Little friend!"

"I think you should know who I am!"