Legend of the Dragon King: The Holy Sword Maker

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Yuan En Ye Hui: "See you next time..."

She obviously had a lot of words on her lips, but she couldn't ask them anymore. Why did Zhao Mingyu treat her so well?It sure comes at a price...

After Zhao Mingyu sent Yuanen Yehui away, he came to the top of the cloud again, where he could let himself go and vent his emotions every time.

Everything in Avalon looked very dreamy, the strange plants gave off a faint light at night, Zhao Mingyu condensed his soul power and butterflies fluttered in the bushes.

A Midsummer Night's Dream…

the next day.

Zhao Mingyu clapped his hands and thought, "I want to laugh when I think of them still taking the final exam. I'm out of the misery ahead of time. What else can I do today..."

"Grandpa? Did he send me a message?" Zhao Mingyu quickly started to read.

"It's already the fifth ring, it's very good, try your best!" Zhao Mingyu said as soon as he saw it.

"I've been thinking about the magic trick for a long time. Now it seems that there is still a chance of success. There is enough time." Zhao Mingyu thinks that the plan is still under control.

"Let's go to the place marked last time, evil soul master..." Zhao Mingyu came to that hidden hiding place again...

For the time being, there is no new breath, maybe they will never come again, evil soul masters cultivate with the resentment generated by death, and there is no resentment here.

"If a large number of people die, then the cultivation speed of evil soul masters will increase sharply...then the first task of those behind the scenes is to provoke wars in various continents, will it really happen?" Zhao Mingyu became more and more afraid when he thought about it. Can it really prevent disasters from happening?

"Let's hand over the evil soul masters to the Federation. I'll let the abyss be my master. As long as there are people, there will always be evil soul masters born. This is unavoidable!" Zhao Mingyu couldn't help thinking.

Zhao Mingyu was a little discouraged after searching so much but still didn't get any information: "Use the dark soul power to sense it..."

Zhao Mingyu suddenly thought that the original soul tool that used Yuanen Yehui's Fallen Angel Wuhunwei, as expected, under the resonance of evil and darkness, Zhao Mingyu found a weak breath.

"But I can't perceive the specific location of the evil soul master, alas." Zhao Mingyu sensed it confidently, and the clue was broken here.

After leaving here, Zhao Mingyu took it to the abandoned factory, planning to check here as well, not to miss any clues.

At this time, Wuchangkong called: "Where are you now?"

"Mr. Wu, I'm in Shrek Academy, and I met an evil soul master on the way... I don't have to take the final exam..." Zhao Mingyu replied.

Wuchangkong asked Zhao Mingyu about other things. After confirming that Zhao Mingyu was fine, he hung up the phone. Wuchangkong's expression became serious again. He was an evil soul master again. He lost a lot because of this.

After hanging up

"I left too hastily last time, and those corpses were not buried..." Zhao Mingyu looked at the steel factory in the normal dense forest, and the iron pillars used for support were all rusty.

one, two...

Zhao Mingyu has found 28 corpses, far more than what he saw last time.

Always feeling something pressing on his heart, Zhao Mingyu felt a little uncomfortable, holding on to the wall, a gust of cool wind hit him, he felt as if he was crying and howling, but he didn't care...

Zhao Mingyu came to the last place, and on the wall were written a few big scarlet characters with blood sacrifices that pierced his eyes.

"Live..."

The clothes are all weathered, and the pale bones are just reflected in Zhao Mingyu's eyes. This is the one with the longest death time, and it is also the No. 20 nine.

Zhao Mingyu knew Bone Year's age with just a glance. It was probably a girl of fifteen or six years old. Zhao Mingyu was still very afraid of corpses and skeletons.

"This is..." Zhao Mingyu picked up a small cross.

"Before you died, did this make you feel at ease?" Zhao Mingyu asked into the air.

...

"Is it the end? I can only collect the corpses for you." Zhao Mingyu used his soul power to support the skeleton, and strode outside.

Walking on the gloomy corridor, the walls are painted with various patterns, as well as the blood of various people, all of which show their cruelty.

"Do I also want to be a partner of justice? It's just a joke." Zhao Mingyu laughed at himself, not looking at these blood paintings, it affected his mentality too much, he could hear their participation before they died, and the inhuman abuse they suffered ,even…

Walking outside, Zhao Mingyu took a deep breath, came to an open place, and dug 29 holes with the holy sword, how can the holy sword be such an unchanging thing.

Zhao Mingyu only found 29, but Zhao Mingyu guessed that the evil soul master killed at least a thousand people and buried them one by one.

Countless flowers quickly grew from the newly dug soil, and it was colorful here in a short while.

The petals are layer by layer, close together, the stamens are light yellow, and they look extraordinarily beautiful surrounded by the petals, red, pink, white, purple, blue...the land of the dead has been covered...

After Zhao Mingyu finished, he realized something was wrong: "There is a subtle difference between today and a few days ago..."

Zhao Mingyu released the battle armor and flew towards the sky. At high altitude, he clearly discovered that the code here, the leylines, the evil soul master was using the energy of the leylines to break through the Title Douluo in one fell swoop!
"It's still a ground vein full of evil spirits. I'll cut it off if I find it. If the draft is not good, something terrible will appear..." Zhao Mingyu looked down at the abandoned factory from the sky.

You can vaguely observe something is wrong from what you look at. It can't be said that this place has been abandoned, and the black mist is entrenched on the abandoned factory...

"It's unbelievable. Why didn't I find out at all? Could it be that I was assimilated inside?" Zhao Mingyu couldn't think of anything anymore.

Three evil-breaking swords appeared in his hand. He picked up one in his right hand, swiped it a few times, injected soul power, and with a flash of cold light, the whole sword pierced into the connection like lightning...

Then Zhao Mingyu took out another sword, and with two bangs, Zhao Mingyu had already fallen to the ground.

Zhao Mingyu murmured, "Perhaps it's not an exaggeration to call this a different world."

A gloomy bleak sun hung over the strange forest.There are forests as quiet as if everything is sleeping in the fear of death.

The figures of ghosts and creepy cries can give people the illusion of being in the underworld.The thick and towering strange plants, the nameless insects with enchanting colors, everything looks so unusual.

"Is this what the real place here really looks like? Even I can't perceive it." Everything around is still normal, just the flowers just now, but in the abnormal environment, the normal looks very weird.

The forest is filled with erratic mist, but it is surprisingly quiet, as if all living beings have never set foot in this place, even the sunlight is distorted, this is the place of death and end.

Zhao Mingyu's battle armor has been released from his body, automatically dispelling these evil spirits, and the bright starlight does not allow any evil to approach.

The abandoned factory had already shown its true form, and it was about to wake up, followed by Zhao Mingyu's breath.

The silence is gloomy, the wind outside is howling, and the rustling of the leaves can be heard from time to time. The sky has already darkened, and the light here has been swallowed up.

The three evil-breaking swords have been swallowed by the black mud, and everything has returned to calm.

But those huge eyes were staring straight at where Zhao Mingyu was just now...

(End of this chapter)