Elf: I, the Lord of Ghosts, lead the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts

When Xia Chan heard the response from the different-colored sword sheath, his tense nerves finally relaxed.

He seemed calm just now, but in fact he was very nervous. He made a risky move, but now it seems that he made the right move.

However, the origin of the unique colored sword sheath is mysterious and its personality is overbearing. Although it has agreed to become his partner because of the power of amplification, it must still have evil intentions towards him.

There is still a long way to go before the unique sword sheath with different colors can be completely returned to its original state.

Xia Chan was not in a hurry. Now that he had made a good start, he believed that the day would come when the unique sword sheath with different colors would return to him completely.

"Du Jianshao, from now on you will call me 'Boss'!" Then, Xia Chan naturally ignored the warning of the Yise Du Jianshao and gave him an order.

He wanted to use this method to subtly make the colored single sword sheath accustomed to obeying orders, and changing the name was only the first step.

"Clang!" (Let me call you a little... guy boss? Impossible!)

After hearing this, the colored sword sheath immediately made a buzzing sound to express its rejection, and its attitude was very firm.

"Call me boss once, and I will let you transform once." Xia Chan smiled slightly when he saw this, and then used the "bribe tactic" and spoke.

The colored sword sheath fell silent again after hearing this.

"What do you think? Think about it. It's effective at any time." After tempting Xia Chan, he did not choose to force, but said calmly.

He could feel that the colored sword sheath was somewhat moved, but its invisible and intangible face was stopping it.

After that, Xia Chan no longer paid attention to the different-colored sword sheath, and walked around the third floor of the ancient ruins with Meng Yao. During this process, he found a pile of severely weathered books, and he saw a special symbol on one of the relatively well-preserved pages. The fusion of two horizontally incomplete circles is a bit like the infinity symbol in mathematics, but not exactly the same.

Xia Chan was completely confused. The only thing he could be sure of now was the useless information that the other world was related to many secrets.

Xia Chan and Meng Yao walked around the third floor and returned to the altar, ready to leave with the unique sword sheath of different colors to find the entrance and exit of the different space.

"Clang!" (Boss!)

As he approached the altar, the colorful sword sheath suddenly made a buzzing sound.

Xia Chan was slightly stunned, then smiled.

Hearing the Different-Colored Sword Scabbard calling him "Boss" already made him happy. In addition, he saw the humiliation in the Different-Colored Sword Scabbard's eyes, which made him even happier.

While feeling happy, Xia Chan readily fulfilled his promise and injected 1 amplification point into the body of the heterochromatic sword sheath.

"Chong-"

Although it only had 1 amplification point, the unique colored sword sheath still couldn't help but emit a long humming sound.

Compared to the different-colored sword sheath, the summer cicada who was fed back was very calm. Humans have strong adaptability, and after hundreds of times of amplification and feeding back, he has become accustomed to this feeling.

"Let's go, Old Sword." Xia Chan said casually after having a "good time" with the unique sword sheath of different colors.

"Clang?!" (Old Sword? Are you calling me?!)

The vertical eyes of the unique colored sword sheath were filled with shock, and the buzzing sound it made was a little louder than usual.

"Yes, I'm calling you." Xia Chan nodded first, then pointed at the dream demon and then at the different-colored single sword sheath and said, "It's the little dream demon, and you are the old sword. It makes sense."

"Clang!" (I don't like it!)

Upon hearing this, the unique sword sheath immediately made a buzzing sound in protest.

"It's just a name, don't take it so seriously, Old Sword!" Xia Chan waved his hand nonchalantly, then ignored the protest of the different-colored single sword sheath, put it back into the Poké Ball, and then walked out of the ancient ruins with the Dream Demon.

Then the question is, where is the entrance and exit to the different space?

Previously, the dream demon was misled by the behavior of the different-colored single sword sheath absorbing a large amount of ghost attribute energy and came here. Next, do we have to follow the old method to sense the place with weak energy...

Xia Chan was a little hesitant for a moment.

However, he soon decided to continue using this method to find the entrance and exit to the other space.

As for the reason...it's that he doesn't know any other way to find the entrance and exit of the alien space!

The dream demon, which had suffered a setback once, was a little nervous and unconfident when it heard Xia Chan asking it to sense a weak energy spot. However, with Xia Chan's encouragement, it quickly adjusted its state and lived up to expectations by sensing another weak energy spot.

It was a completely opposite direction from what they were heading before.

Xia Chan is a man of action, and he and Meng Yao immediately set out on the unknown road to find the entrance and exit of the alien space.

They first returned the same way they came, and then groped their way forward.

Everything went smoothly when they returned along the original route, but when they stepped into a dense jungle shrouded in purple mist, the crisis quietly approached.

Not long after Xia Chan and Meng Yao entered the dense jungle, they heard a rustling sound of branches and leaves shaking coming from all around.

Just as they realized something was wrong, dozens of "big trees" suddenly moved, moving their roots from all directions and surrounding them in the center.

Xia Chan immediately used the Eye of Insight and discovered that these dozen or so "big trees" were actually ordinary late-stage ghost and grass dual-element elves and rotten wood monsters!

These rotten wood monsters look like trees, with a pair of red eyes that flicker with a faint light. If they close their eyes and stay still, they are no different from ordinary trees.

Moreover, they are extremely good at staying still. In this state, the energy in their bodies will not fluctuate, which also makes it impossible for the dream monster to sense their existence.

By the time Xia Chan realized their identities, it was too late; he and Meng Yao had been surrounded.

The aura of these rotten wood monsters is strong, and even if the dream monster unfolds the prototype of the dream realm, it cannot defeat them all. Xia Chan's mind is working quickly, analyzing the situation, and at the same time he takes out the Poké Ball and releases the colorful single sword sheath that he has just captured.

"Clang!" (I'm out again!)

As soon as it left the space inside the ball, the colorful sword sheath made a buzzing sound.

“We are in trouble.

Old Sword, do you recognize them? "The situation was critical, Xia Chan made it short and asked the different-colored sword sheath.

Xia Chan thought that if the Colorful Sword Sheath was acquainted with these rotten wood monsters, perhaps they could pass through here without bloodshed.

"clang!" (A bunch of miscellaneous trees, I don't know them!)

But the result was destined to disappoint Xia Chan. The colored sword sheath had been on the altar for a long time, either absorbing ghost energy or sleeping, and it had never come into contact with ancient relics. It had only come into contact with native spirits from different spaces that actively approached the altar.

And those elves are destined never to appear again.

While Xia Chan was communicating with the different-colored sword sheath, the rotten wood monsters had already come close. They were originally a group in a different space, and they cooperated very well, performing wooden branch stabbing moves at the same time.

Uh-huh! Uh-huh! …

For a moment, sharp and messy branches rushed towards the summer cicadas and the elves from all directions. They were facing an unprecedented crisis.

Boom!

At this moment, a golden thunder fell from the sky...