I am God

Apophis is lucky, he has seen the purest power of the universe.

But he was also unlucky, because he was so frightened that he couldn't resist Xiu Zhe at all.

"Let's go, Apophis knows where that ghost is hiding." Xiu Zhe put the Meteor Meteor Knife into the scabbard and put it in the storage bag, and Apophis, who was floating in the air, fell to Xiu Zhe knowingly by the feet.

"Is he really wise?" Yong Shili asked in surprise.

"He's very smart." Xiu Zhe raised his foot on the wide sword and flew slowly towards the ghosts and gods hiding in the depths of the mourning cave. Yong Shili and others also followed quickly when they saw this.

Xiu Zhe was already very satisfied with the harvest this time, even if he couldn't subdue the ghost temporarily, it wouldn't make him feel depressed. Subduing a magic sword in this trip is enough.

After Apophis recognized his master and surrendered, Xiu Zhe also learned everything about him. Apophis was indeed not made of ordinary iron, but a magical weapon born by absorbing the huge evil atmosphere in the universe according to the way of heaven and earth.

This is also suitable for Xiu Zhe. Although people of the level of the Four Swordsmen can defeat Apophis, they can't control him at all. Anyone who uses Apophis forcibly except Xiu Zhe will be backlashed by the evil aura and gradually change. For the sword slave.

As for when to become a sword slave of Apophis, it depends on its personal strength and the length of time it is used, but it is absolutely impossible to escape the fate of becoming a sword slave.

Xiu Zhe even had a feeling that the magic sword Apophis was born for him, and would eventually become one of his swords. This strange feeling lingered in his mind once formed.

And when Xiu Zhe was deeply aware of the power brought by the magic sword Apophis, and went deep into the cave of mourning to find the unknown ghost, at the end of the continent of Arad, in a towering black tower, a woman with two temples The gray man was standing by the window looking at the sky.

The man's age is unpredictable, his gray hair and the inconspicuous wrinkles on his face seem to be a man who is about to enter old age, but his sharp eyes like eagles and his straight face His body didn't look like an old man should have the momentum.

The man caressed the simple and unadorned hilt at his waist. Unlike ordinary swordsmen, this man wore all kinds of swords, but he seemed to only love the one in the scabbard at his waist. The time is as gentle as caressing the skin of a lover.

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him, and a gleam flashed in the man's eyes, and he slowly turned his gaze to the sky outside the window and turned his head.

"Here, time passes very slowly." The man's voice was magnetic and majestic. While he was speaking, the sky outside the window was unknowingly dyed red by the sunset, and in the blink of an eye, the darkness of the night turned into red. gradually descended.

But in this towering black tower, no matter day or night, it is dim and dark, as if you are in hell, and you can't feel any warmth.

Here, time seems to be shackled by heavy shackles, moving forward slowly.If it is not for the erosion of loneliness, perhaps the people in the tower have long forgotten the passage of time.

The man felt that his intuition was beginning to become a little dull. Facing the swordsman's staring eyes, the woman acted very calmly: "Maybe it's like what you said. But here, you can have more time Practice."

"Indeed." The man said as he lowered his head slightly and looked at his exposed arms covered with large and small scars, which were the evidence of his hard work day and night.

The man's eyes were firm and persistent, as if telling the visitor that he would not miss any opportunity.Being stared at by the person in front of him like a prey, other people might have looked away, but this woman still looked at him calmly.

After a while of silence, the man finally couldn't help but speak first: "You once said that you want me to wait here until the day I fight that person, right?"

"Yes." The woman's voice could not hear any emotion, but the man said indifferently: "If I practice here for 2000 years, how far do you think I can reach that person? Can my sword touch that person?" ?"

"Probably not enough."

"Don't you think it's okay?" Although he was denied by the woman in front of him, the man's heart was very excited. He had already stood at the pinnacle in the Arad continent, how many people in the entire continent are qualified to fight against him?

And now, after 2000 years of practice, the sword in his hand still can't touch that man?But he also knew that the woman in front of him didn't intend to exaggerate at all.

That man does represent the strongest, no, maybe the word strongest is not enough to describe it, that man only represents two words - invincible.

"I am looking forward to the duel with that person even more now. Just thinking about the person who can't even touch my Soderos sword is exciting! Although my current strength is not enough, I believe that as long as I am in this despair The tower has been cultivated for 2000 years, my sword will definitely touch that person!"

Soderos, the strongest sword god who has disappeared from the eyes of the world, has now appeared in this black tower, and the only person who knows his whereabouts can only enter this Liang Yue named "Tower of Despair" with him. .

"Before you fight against that man, you may welcome several challengers who enter the Tower of Despair. I decided to let Liang Yue guard the No.90 sixth floor of this tower, and you will guard the [-]th floor at the top of the tower." , how?" The woman with deep purple hair and holding a three-foot staff asked softly.

A gleam of light flashed in Soderos' eyes and he said in surprise: "You want to show the Tower of Despair to the eyes of the world? Could it be that Herder has already quickened his pace?"

The woman sighed lightly, and only when she heard the name Herder, would she have a slight expression change.

Seeing that the woman didn't answer, Soderos also knew the answer, "I'll guard the 96th floor, let that boy Liang Yue guard the 1st floor."

The woman smiled and said, "If you guard the sixth floor of No.90, wouldn't the guardians on the last four floors be bored to death?"

"There are two children who will definitely come. It's my selfishness. That child Liang Yue is a genius who can definitely surpass me. I don't want to see him be affected by other things. It will not benefit his way of thinking." Soderos said and disappeared in front of the woman.

The purple-haired woman was left alone in the huge training room. After a long while, she sighed again and muttered: "Xiu Zhe and Yong Shili? Herder... have you ever thought that you spent ten thousand years Will the chess pieces cultivated after a long time get out of your control?"

At this time, Xiu Zhe, who was flying with the magic sword in the mourning cave, sneezed and rubbed his nose in some doubts. With his current strength, how could he sneeze for no reason?
Paris, who has recovered enough to be able to use her mind energy to fly by herself, smiled maliciously: "If you think about it, scold you and catch a cold, maybe that little girl who was deceived by you is thinking about you?"

Yong Shili raised his silver-blue eyebrows lightly when he heard that, Xiu Zhe saw Yong Shili's reaction and wished he could turn around and tear Paris' mouth apart. Why doesn't this guy open which pot?
Looking at Yong Shili's suspicious eyes, Xiu Zhe coughed dryly and said, "It's all folk metaphysics, it doesn't hold water, and besides, who else would like a scoundrel like me except you and Sha Lan?"

"Huh!" Yong Shili turned his head away from looking at Xiu Zhe, and Xiu Zhe also complained in his heart, but he had no choice but to touch his nose in embarrassment and gave Paris a hard look. The meaning of the warning is obvious.

Paris clasped her hands together and stuck out her tongue with a look of embarrassment, but she was already happy in her heart, as if teasing Xiu Zhe was something that made her very happy.

The few people playing around also came to the depths of the mourning cave. The deeper they went, the heavier the yin that enveloped the mourning cave, and even Xiu Zhe and the other five couldn't even see the sun.

Although the yin and cold air did not blow everyone's cheeks like knives like the yin and yang wind in the wasteland, it was a soft and corrosive force, and its threat was no less than that of the yin and yin wind. Yong Shili and the others spread the energy in their bodies all over their bodies To resist the erosion of Yin Qi.

The only one who felt comfortable was Xiu Zhe, and he even felt a sense of peace of mind as if he had returned home.

"This place is very similar to the Netherworld. How can there be such a place in the real world?" Pu Limeng's voice sounded from the bottom of Xiu Zhe's heart, and the mournful howling sound coming from Xiu Zhe's body made this quiet and cold area even more infiltrating.

Even Xiu Zhe couldn't answer Pulimeng's question, but if his guess is correct, the environment here should be related to Xilock or that unknown ghost.

But when Xiu Zhe was thinking, countless purple wraiths rushed towards the crowd while wailing terribly.

Paris opened her mouth wide. Logically speaking, wraiths cannot be seen with the naked eye, but she saw millions of wraiths overwhelming the sky.

This number made Xiu Zhe slightly surprised, and these resentful spirits didn't seem to have any sense of fear towards him. You must know that Xiu Zhe, who already has seven ghosts and gods, is simply the nemesis of resentful spirits. Until then, he will try his best to escape, instead of rushing towards the group of people like crazy like now.

"Things are weird, be careful of being taken away." Xiu Zhe raised his ghostly hand, and the rune belonging to Carlo of the Underworld Flame shone slightly, and Carlo with a strange mask gushed out of the rune.

Carlo, whose slender body is completely made of black flames, grinned. A black flame sword about one meter long appeared in front of Carlo out of thin air. At the same time, Carlo's hand with extremely long and even curved nails was holding With a light wave on the hilt of the sword, a wall of flames with a length of one kilometer and a width of [-] meters appeared in front of everyone.

The vengeful spirit that rushed over first was burned into nothingness without screaming at the moment it touched the black flame, leaving only a ray of pure soul that dissipated between heaven and earth and returned to the underworld.