That was the sound of weapons breaking!

Everyone quickly looked towards the field following the sound, only to see that the scimitar in Hua Cheng's hand was intact, while the long sword held by Bai Wuxiang was blocked by Hua Cheng's backhand and broke in two!

The eyeball on the handle of the Evil Life Knife looked at Xie Lian and spun wildly, as if it was showing off its happiness in front of Xie Lian. Hua Cheng laughed and said calmly, "It's okay. Brother, don't worry." He then asked Bai Wuxiang, "Why should I take you seriously?"

Bai Wuxiang snorted, and the Imperial Master could not help but said, fearing that he would anger his opponent, "Young man, don't be so arrogant!"

Unexpectedly, Hua Cheng's next words were even more unscrupulous. He held the knife in one hand, showing his sharp edge, pointed it at Bai Wuxiang, and said with a smile: "After all, in the final analysis, you are just a jealous old man."

Not only did the Imperial Master lose the energy to reprimand him for his fake smile, Feng Xin and Mu Qing were also stunned: This guy is too bold!

Who dares to say this in front of either Jun Wu or Bai Wuxiang!

However, they had to admit that only Hua Cheng dared to say that. Because, perhaps only after he said that, Jun Wu or Bai Wuxiang still couldn't do anything to him!

Mu Qing came down by himself, walked a few steps, and murmured, "No wonder in the past...when it came to Blood Rain Tanhua, Jun Wu always said to avoid it if possible and not to confront it."

At this moment, a white shadow flashed by and blocked the blade of the doomed blade. Xie Lian had sharp eyes and saw what it was, and said, "Sanlang, don't cut that!"

It’s the fetal spirit!

He saw it clearly, and Hua Cheng saw it clearly too. He tilted the tip of his knife, retracted it freely, changed from chopping to picking, and picked up the white thing. Feng Xin's pupils shrank suddenly, and when he saw that the fetal spirit was not cut in half, he came to his senses and said, "Come here quickly!"

The fetus spirit that Hua Cheng had picked up was heading towards him. Feng Xin went forward to pick it up, but the hair on its head was already very few, and it all exploded when he shouted. It made a gurgling sound in its throat, and it bit him madly as soon as he approached, refusing to let him pick it up. Feng Xin couldn't help but yelled angrily, "Fuck it! It sticks to him and bites me whenever it sees me. Who is your daddy?!"

Mu Qing asked suddenly, "Have you ever treated him as your son? Have you ever called him by his name?"

Hearing this, Feng Xin was stunned and said, "I..."

Over there, Xie Lian couldn’t just sit there and watch the fight, so he hurriedly said, “You two be careful, I’ll go up and take a look!”

Mu Qing whispered: "Be careful! Don't forget, you still have two more on your body..."

Xie Lian was slightly startled, and subconsciously touched his neck, and felt the curse yoke. But he inexplicably felt that Bai Wuxiang would not use the curse yoke to threaten him. Without saying anything, he rushed forward and saw a red and a white fighting for good and evil. After observing for a moment, he judged that it was not easy to rashly join the melee. Ruo Xie waved his hand, rolled up the national teacher and pulled him over, saying: "Master! Are you okay?"

The Imperial Master wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said, "...It's okay!"

Xie Lian asked, “Why are you sweating so much if nothing’s wrong?”

The Imperial Master said, "Isn't it because you were frightened by that outspoken boy, Xueyu Tanhua?"

At this time, Feng Xinmuqing exclaimed again. Xie Lian looked up and saw Bai Wuxiang with his hands slightly lowered.

One of his arms was injured.

He turned over his palm, looked at his bloody hand, sighed, and smiled: "...No one has been able to injure me to this extent for many years."

Xie Lian had a bad feeling and asked, “Master, is he… angry?”

The Imperial Master could be said to be the person who knew Bai Wuxiang best in the world. He said, "No... it's worse than him being angry. He's... happy."

After a pause, Bai Wuxiang turned to Hua Cheng and asked with interest, "Is your scimitar made from your missing eye?"

Hua Cheng clearly had no interest in answering, but Xie Lian’s heart skipped a beat.

From the first moment he saw Erming, he knew that this scimitar must be unusual, and he also guessed that it might be made from Huacheng's lost eye. Bai Wuxiang's tone was so certain, could it be true?

The Imperial Master frowned slightly, and after a moment, he suddenly said, "I remember now."

Xie Lian asked, “What did you remember?”

The Imperial Master said, "I remember hearing them talk about something. Hundreds of years ago, a fierce ghost came to Tonglu Mountain."

Mu Qing said: "There must be at least tens of thousands of evil spirits that have come to Tonglu Mountain."

The Imperial Master said, "Don't interrupt! That evil ghost was only a ghost for a short time, very young, and was about to vanish into thin air when it came here, but for some reason it insisted on floating here."

For some reason, Xie Lian’s heart was pounding wildly. He asked, “Quickly disappear into thin air? Why?”

The Imperial Master said, "It seems that he was severely injured, his soul was scattered, and his mind was not very clear, but he kept wandering around chanting, "He will not leave, he will not leave." Maybe it was because he had unfulfilled wishes. Anyway, that year when Tonglu was opened, an accident happened."

When Xie Lian heard “He won’t leave”, his heart softened for some reason, and he was grief-stricken again. Then he asked, “What’s the accident?”

"In Tonglu Mountain, not only are there tens of thousands of ghosts, but there are also a number of living people who accidentally entered the forbidden area."

"What?!"

The Imperial Master said, "The copper furnace is full of demons and ghosts. Ordinary people have no way of getting out and can only be used as food. But for some unknown reason, the evil ghost led the group of living people and fled for many days. In the end, it was still surrounded by thousands of ghosts and forced into a dead end, and was about to be eaten together with those living people."

Xie Lian knew that this lonely wandering wild ghost must be Hua Cheng!

He said, "Then what? Is there any way to escape and be saved?"

The national teacher said: "Yes. Practice the blood weapon and fight your way out of the siege."

Mu Qing couldn't help but interrupt and said, "Then the safest sacrifice is..."

Aren’t they the living people who are in desperate situations?

Feng Xin and Mu Qing looked at Hua Cheng who was concentrating on fighting Bai Wuxiang: "Could it be... Could it be that he..."

Xie Lian also held his breath. But the Imperial Master said, “Yes, he has taken action.”

Feng Xin and Mu Qing's expressions became indescribable. Xie Lian, however, remained motionless, waiting for the Imperial Master to continue. Sure enough, the Imperial Master replied, "He took action, suddenly went mad, and dug out one of his own eyes."

“…”

The Imperial Master said, "That evil ghost almost attacked those living people, but for some reason, he didn't move in the end. Instead, he used one of his eyes as the price to refine a blood weapon. But the evil ghost was holding on to his last breath. After his eye was dug out, he should have completely fallen apart, but for some reason he was stimulated and became completely sober instead. I don't know what kind of evil weapon he refined that actually survived that battle. And there is another very strange thing."

Xie Lian managed to calm himself down and asked, “W-what’s the matter?”

The Imperial Master said, “It is said that after that battle, a catastrophe descended from the sky and struck Tonglu Mountain. Do you understand what this means?”

What else does this mean?

The heavenly calamity has come, which means that God believes that there is someone in Tonglu Mountain who is qualified to ascend.

Xie Lian grabbed the Imperial Master and asked, “Who is it? Who ascended?!”

The Imperial Master said, "I heard all of this too. However, there is no priest in the Heavenly Court who was born in Tonglu Mountain. Either what I heard is completely false, or..."

The person who went up jumped down by himself and rejected the heaven!

Mu Qing couldn't accept it at all, and said in astonishment: "Ascending to heaven as a ghost? How could such a thing really happen? And he refused to ascend and jumped down by himself?! It couldn't be him? At that time, he had just entered Tonglu Mountain, and hadn't yet reached the state of perfection?! He just jumped down like that... There's no way to know whether he would live or die?! Why did he do that?!"

Why can it be done to this extent?!

Suddenly, Xie Lian heard Bai Wuxiang sigh, "Xianle, you have a very loyal believer."

Before he finished speaking, a face torn between sadness and joy suddenly appeared before Xie Lian’s eyes.

Xie Lian had never expected that Bai Wuxiang could get so close to him in an instant, and his reflection was clearly reflected in his pupils. Ruo Xie stood up like a hair, ready to attack, but in the end he retreated.

It's not its fault, because Ruo Xie has always been very smart. When it determines that the attack is ineffective, it will give up on its own initiative.

Bai Wuxiang seemed to smile, because the tear between his sad and happy face widened even wider.

The next moment, the fatal blade swept across his neck.

But it was too late, Bai Wuxiang had already dodged.

He suddenly appeared at the highest point where the Tongtian Bridge suddenly stopped, raised his hand slightly, and said, "Don't be nervous, I just want to get my things back."

In his hand, there was a long sword that was pitch black and as cold as ice and jade, with a silver heart piercing through the heart of the sword. Xie Lian subconsciously reached behind his back, and sure enough, the heart he was carrying was gone.

Fang Xin was originally the sword of Prince Wu Yong. Bai Wuxiang took the sword that originally belonged to him.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces. The pale mask peeled off bit by bit, and finally fell off completely, revealing the face behind the mask. The white clothes also turned into white armor in the burning flames.

Finally, "Bai Wuxiang" took off his mask and became "Jun Wu".

Everyone held their breath in alert.

There is no need to guess, he must be stronger in this form.