Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

In an instant, the Day and Night Soul Sword shone brightly, and the light was like the lightning that alternates between day and night, containing endless power. The King Soul slashed out with the sword, and the light on the sword seemed to turn into substance, whistling towards the White Bone Emperor.

Seeing this, the Bone Emperor's face turned extremely ugly. He knew very well how powerful these two moves were. He gritted his teeth, held the Nether Bone Sword tightly with both hands, raised it high, and slashed at Wang Hun's moves.

The two moves connected, and instantly there was a deafening roar, as if the heaven and earth were shaking. For a moment, there was a stalemate, and the powerful forces collided with each other, emitting a dazzling light that made it almost impossible to open your eyes.

However, the Bone Emperor was powerful after all. After a moment of stalemate, he shouted loudly, exerted all his strength, stepped back three steps, and knocked Wang Hun's move away.

But the King Soul's attacks were continuous like the tide. Before the Bone Emperor could catch his breath, the Day and Night Soul Slash had already arrived.

The White Bone Emperor hastily raised the Nether Bone Sword to meet the attack, but this time, he did not have time to use all his strength to resist. With a loud and clear sound, Wang Hun's move directly knocked the Nether Bone Sword away. The sword was like a meteor that lost control, flying seven or eight hundred feet away, drawing a black arc in the sky, and finally deeply inserted into the ground in the distance, raising a cloud of dust.

The Bone Emperor was shocked when he saw this. He knew that he would be in great danger without his weapon. A flash of panic flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by madness.

He immediately prepared to pick up the Netherworld Bone Sword, which was so important to him. The sword was his reliance and the source of his evil power. Without it, he felt as if he had lost everything.

However, the move that Bu Wen Bu Wen had already accumulated enough power. Starting from the Prison Shadow Sword, countless extreme darkness spread towards the White Bone Emperor like a surging tide.

The darkness was so thick that it seemed to be able to swallow up everything in the world. Wherever it passed, the originally bright space was instantly filled with darkness, as if it had fallen into an endless abyss.

The darkness was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of horror, as if it was the despair from hell, making people's souls tremble.

This darkness is completely different from the absolute purification represented by the bright and pure spiritual world of the Angel Saint King. It contains the terrifying power of annihilation. This power is not a simple destruction, but it turns everything into nothingness, as if it is the most primitive dark power in the universe, which can devour all existence and make people shudder.

In the blink of an eye, when the Bone Emperor was still five hundred feet away from the Netherworld Bone Sword, his huge body was suddenly completely swallowed up by the darkness and disappeared from everyone's sight.

His screams rang out in the darkness. The sound was filled with fear and despair, as if a soul swallowed by darkness was making its last struggle.

After a while, the darkness dissipated and peace returned to the front of the cemetery. However, the Skeleton Emperor had disappeared without a trace, not even a trace was left, as if he had never existed in this world.

Only the six-zhang-long Netherworld Bone Sword still stood on the ground in the distance. The evil aura on the sword was still strong, but it had lost the control of its owner. It seemed like an abandoned evil thing, emitting its dark power alone.

In this cemetery, Wang Hun and Bu Wen Wu Wen stood quietly. They successfully defeated this evil enemy and brought temporary peace to this land.

After the fierce battle, there was a dead silence in front of the cemetery. The smoke slowly rose and spread. In the dim light, it walked towards the Nether Bone Sword that exuded a biting chill.

The sword was over six feet in length, with a broad and heavy blade. On the dark metal texture, strange blood-like lines appeared faintly, as if whispering about the past years that were tainted by evil forces. Each line seemed to be a path leading to the abyss of hell, filled with a chilling atmosphere.

Wang Hun stopped in front of the sword, his eyes fixed on the sword, with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.

After a while, he raised his head slightly, turned his head to the side and said softly to Bu Wen Wu Wen, who was also alert and looking around to prevent any more accidents: "Although this sword is full of evil spirits, it is undoubtedly a rare weapon."

"I have an idea. When we return, we might as well give it to the Eternal Night. The old guy has always been eccentric and strange, and it is difficult for people to understand his mind. If we give him the sword this time, perhaps we can please him and prevent him from having any unfavorable thoughts in his mind."

Wang Hun's voice was low and steady, floating gently in the silent cemetery, yet it carried an unquestionable decisiveness.

She nodded slightly in agreement, her eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and wisdom that comes from being well versed in worldly affairs. She said softly, "That's right. Eternal Night's mood is unpredictable. Rather than risk angering him, it's better to take the initiative to help him."

Wang Hun stared at the Nether Bone Sword in front of him with a serious expression. The evil spirit emanating from the sword seemed to be resisting fiercely, but a trace of determination flashed in his eyes and he quickly formed seals with his hands. In a moment, a glimmer of light flashed, and the Nether Bone Sword filled with evil aura was steadily collected into his own space. That space seemed like a bottomless abyss, instantly isolating the evil spirit of the sword.

"Let's go into the cemetery and see how to repair the Blade of the God of War." She asked without saying a word. Her voice seemed particularly cold in this silent environment, as if it had the power to penetrate the fog.

"Yeah." Wang Hun responded briefly, and then walked towards the cemetery with firm steps, each step seemed to be stepping on the dust of history, heavy and powerful. Wu Wenwuwen followed closely behind him with a nimble figure, her eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings, not missing any potential danger.

The two slowly entered the cemetery. As soon as they stepped in, they were shocked by the scene before them. This cemetery is vast and boundless, dozens of miles in size, and there is no end in sight. The vicissitudes of time have left deep traces in this cemetery. Countless tombstones stand in an orderly manner, like silent guardians, quietly telling stories of the past.

Wang Hun and Bu Wen Bu Wen carefully shuttled between these tombstones. Every time they passed a tombstone, they seemed to be able to smell the lingering breath of those once vibrant lives.

Finally, they arrived at the center of the cemetery. A statue a hundred feet tall stood there, like a towering mountain, exuding a solemn atmosphere.

The statue is clad in black armor, and every scale on the armor seems to be shining with a mysterious light, vividly showing its toughness and thickness.