Emperor Jiuyin

"Li Hanxue, you're awake!"

Zhao Hongzhuang put away the sword of death and walked briskly to Li Hanxue.

Li Hanxue took a look at Zhao Hongzhuang. Today she was wearing a layered aqua skirt, which didn't really match her blue hair. However, as long as the person is good-looking, even if she is wrapped in a torn sack, she will look good. Zhao Hongzhuang's tall and graceful figure and delicate face completely transferred and resolved all the incongruities. People would not even pay attention to what Zhao Hongzhuang was wearing today.

At this moment, there is still a faint trace of death on the sword of death in Zhao Hongzhuang's hand.

"Getting up so early to practice swordplay?" Li Hanxue asked.

"What do you think? My cultivation is not in vain." Zhao Hongzhuang said with a smile.

Li Hanxue said: "Who made this sword of death as an imperial weapon? It perfectly matches your destined death. I even suspect that it is an imperial weapon tailor-made for you."

Zhao Hongzhuang said: "If I said it was made by myself, would you believe it?"

Li Hanxue shook his head: "The quality of this imperial weapon is so high that it cannot be cast by ancient emperors. It is even difficult for the Emperor of Heaven and Emperor Xuan to cast it."

"I can't tell you are an expert at refining weapons."

"Before I became enlightened, refining weapons was one of my unique skills."

"This sword was accidentally obtained by my father from a ruins. When he got this sword, he was still the emperor of the world. Later, my father brought this sword with him into the Tomb of Eternity. However, because he was so powerful, he kept it. This sword has been sealed for millions of years. It was only because of your arrival that it was unsealed," Zhao Hongzhuang said, "If you want to ask about its origin, that would be hard for me."

Li Hanxue secretly thought, if Zhao Hongzhuang understood the Wuming Sword Drawing Technique and combined it with Destined Death and the Sword of Death, the moves he would create would be so terrifying. The nameless sword-drawing technique locks the enemy so that the enemy has nowhere to escape, while the destined death master attacks and destroys all living things. Any emperor would probably have a headache when faced with this move.

Li Hanxue suddenly thought of a question: "Can the Destined Death kill the Night Hunter?"

"Why did you think of asking this question?" Zhao Hongzhuang's eyes looked strange.

"I'm just curious. Destined death has the power to destroy everything. What will be the outcome of facing the immortal Night Hunters?" Li Hanxue said.

Zhao Hongzhuang sighed: "It's a pity that the destined death cannot kill the Night Hunter."

"Even the destined death can't kill the Night Hunter?" Li Hanxue was surprised.

Zhao Hongzhuang said: "Yes, the death of destiny can indeed destroy everything, but the Night Hunters are different from us. They have no self-will and are just like puppets. A large amount of energy gathers together to form a powerful individual. Behind them There is a strong will controlling them, so even if the Night Hunters are defeated by the Destined Death, it will only destroy their energy form, but the will behind it can still control more energy to condense into a new form. "

"That's it." Li Hanxue said, "No wonder the Night Hunter is always as silent as a piece of wood."

"You want to learn the fate of death just to deal with the Night Hunters, right?" Zhao Hongzhuang said with a smile.

"of course not."

"why?"

"Then why do you want to learn my body method?" Li Hanxue asked.

Zhao Hongzhuang was stunned for a moment, then looked at each other and smiled at Li Hanxue. Both of them have the same idea, learning each other's imperial skills is to make up for their own shortcomings. Although Li Hanxue is now proficient in various imperial arts, he lacks a truly powerful killing move, and Destined Death can just make up for this shortcoming.

Although Zhao Hongzhuang possesses an unparalleled killing weapon like Destiny of Death, if there were any tricks that could resist or even restrain Destiny of Death, she would be like a tiger whose head was plucked out, losing most of her combat effectiveness in an instant. So she wanted to find out whether Li Hanxue's self-cultivation to an extremely high level really had the ability to fight against destined death.

"Li Hanxue, come with me."

Zhao Hongzhuang led Li Hanxue into the bamboo forest. A burst of blue light suddenly flashed under their feet. The power of the space teleportation array enveloped the two of them, instantly teleporting them to another location in Danyang City.

This is a dark junction with many dilapidated high-rise buildings and dirty sewer water flowing slowly through the damp cells on the ground. Li Hanxue and Zhao Hongzhuang were standing in front of an iron prison. The prison columns were already rusty, and the air was filled with a weird smell, like a mixture of moldy and rotten food, which was extremely disgusting.

This dark and chaotic cell formed a sharp contrast with the brightly dressed Li Hanxue and Zhao Hongzhuang.

A middle-aged woman was imprisoned in the cell. The jailer was whipping the woman's body vigorously, but the woman was no longer able to cry loudly and could only struggle in pain as she was dying.

As another whip fell, the woman finally breathed her last and completely lost her life.

Li Hanxue's eyes were strange: "Why do you want me to see these?"

Zhao Hongzhuang said: "Li Hanxue, what did you see?"

"The death of a woman."

"Don't you want to know whether this woman is guilty or not and why she has to endure such abuse?" Zhao Hongzhuang's gaze was like a needle piercing Li Hanxue's heart.

Li Hanxue shook his head and said: "This is your territory. Each world has its own operating rules and its own cause and effect. I will not interfere in matters outside my imperial territory."

Zhao Hongzhuang smiled and said: "It seems that you know the purpose of bringing you here. You have not been disturbed by irrelevant things, so you can go to another place with me."

Zhao Hongzhuang flashed and brought Li Hanxue to a dilapidated cylindrical building. The dark red light enveloped the entire building. It was shrouded in darkness for 365 days, regardless of day or night.

Although the building was brightly lit, it was filled with extremely terrifying death energy. The astonishing amount of death energy had already turned into substance, entangled on the surface of the building and roared wildly, as if trying to struggle out. However, there was a powerful golden array pattern outside the building, which bound all the death energy tightly in the building, and no one could escape.

Although the building was filled with death energy, the residents on the floor still lived unconsciously, living an ordinary life day after day.

Zhao Hongzhuang stood quietly in the sky, without saying a word, and so did Li Hanxue. The two stood in the dark night for three days and three nights. From beginning to end, Zhao Hongzhuang did not speak, and Li Hanxue also remained silent.

"Ah..."

With a scream, in a dark compartment in Room 7 on the eighth floor, as usual, the blade pierced the woman's chest fiercely, and warm blood gushed out from her chest like a spring. Her son sat on the gradually stiffening corpse in a daze, with a distorted expression on his face, with pleasure in panic and excitement in fear.

After Li Hanxue came here, he had seen this scene three times.