People cannot be too proud. If they are proud, they will easily get lost. If they are loved, they will easily fail. This is true for people. This is true for evil spirits.

I felt the fluctuations of ghost energy around me began to change early in the morning, especially when this ghost general grabbed my neck, the ghost energy that surged from all directions. If these ghosts and gods were a little wary, they would not have been wrapped in dumplings by the war spirits in the sky.

When I fell to the ground, I felt that I was being picked up from the ground by a bullhead. I was grabbed by the bullhead and brought to the front of the Hun Ferry Sky.

The ghosts and gods behind were struggling to resist the attacks of the war souls, but Hunmotian looked at me calmly and whispered: "Your trouble is really a lot. You were chased as soon as you left the Netherworld."

I slumped on the ground and sneered, "So you have to be more careful, otherwise many people will want to destroy my soul."

Hunmotian sneered for a moment, but at this moment, he saw a man walking over with a red magic sword covered in blood and emitting dazzling red light. Hunmotian glanced at the red magic sword, and his face obviously changed, and he frowned, but there seemed to be a ray of light in his eyes.

"Is this yours?"

Hun Motian looked at the Red Demon Sword and asked in a low voice.

I nodded and said, "It's mine, what's wrong?"

Hun Motian smiled and said, "Do you know the origin of this sword?"

I shook my head, Hunmotian reached out to grab the red magic sword, waved it in the air, and the sword light shook with the sword body of the red magic sword, and the spirit in Hunmotian's eyes became even more intense, and he whispered: "This sword has two names, but it is not the treasure of this life. A magic sword Chixiao and a magic sword shackle, can be activated after being stained with spiritual blood. How could it be in your hands? You are lucky."

As he said, he walked to me and squatted down. He inserted the red magic sword into the ground in front of me and whispered: "I want this sword, I want to exchange it with you."

I was stunned, raised my head and looked at him with difficulty and asked, "Switch it? If I die in seven days, this sword is not yours, so why should I change it with me?"

Hun Fertian shook his head and waved his hand and said, "I have my principles. Everything I want is exchanged for. What do you want?"

I slowly raised my blood-stained hand, grabbed the red magic sword, and gently stroked it, then smiled and said, "I want you to let me go. Are you willing?"

Hun Motian's face changed slightly, and his brows frowned again, looking like he didn't want to. I laughed and said, "Are you really unwilling to do it? If you don't want it, then wait until I die before taking this magic sword. At least when I am alive, it is mine..."

The underworld who heard me said this next to him immediately shouted: "What! My master wants your sword to give you a face, so don't let go!"

While speaking, the underworld wanted to hit my head, but as soon as he took a step, he was slapped by Hun Ferry Sky. The ghost messengers around him were shocked. Hun Ferry Sky said in a deep voice with a warm fury: "I have said it many times. Exchange is my principle. I am a businessman, not a robber. If anyone dares to rob me, he will destroy it. Have you heard it?"

I spit out a mouthful of blood, and turned my head to look at me, and said softly with a smile: "Boy, don't talk big, you must follow the rules when doing business. It's not impossible to let you go, but just a sword is a bit over. Do you have any other treasures that can be used to exchange your life? If not, I can't agree."

I smiled slightly, then raised my head and said, "I have a fate in my body called the Nightmare Eagle's Destiny. If you like it, you can take it. This is one of the ten evil deeds in China!"

After hearing this, Hunmotian waved his hand and said, "I'm not a fate master. Besides, this Nightmare Eagle's life is not a good thing. What am I going to do? Is there anything else? Otherwise, I'll give you a plan, you can listen?"

I raised my head and looked at the Hun Ferry Sky. He leaned close to my ear and whispered: "As long as you give me this sword, I can change the original seven-day time to five years. I will come to get your soul again in five years. You have five years to prepare. I think this plan should be good."

I coughed a few times, gasped a few times and said, "Okay, I promise you that the sword will come to you, but you have to send me and my friends out of the underworld to ensure that we will not be killed by ghosts and gods."

When Hun Motian heard me agree, he nodded excitedly, patted my shoulder with both hands, then walked back and forth, took the red magic sword from my hand, held it in his hand and gestured back and forth, as if he had gotten a fun toy.

But I lowered my head, my consciousness gradually disappeared, and finally fell heavily to the ground and fell completely unconscious.

When I woke up again, I didn’t know how many days had passed. When I opened my eyes, I could see the faint light flashing in front of me. It was not ghost fire or golden light, but soft light.

"Don't move, you're wearing bandages."

I heard a nice sound coming into my ears. I slowly turned my head and saw a nurse in white standing beside me, with a gentle smile on her face.

"Me, where is this?"

I asked weakly, and as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, I felt my throat burning.

"You are in the hospital and have been in a coma for four days. We all thought you would continue to fall into a coma. Since you woke up, I turned off the lights. In order to avoid the strong light irritating you, I specially pulled the curtains and opened them for you now."

The nurse said as she walked to the window. The curtains were slowly pulled open, and the golden light shone in from outside the window and fell on my face, full of warmth and hope. Such brilliance is something I longed for for a long time.

I turned my head, looked at the sky outside the window, the sky, the sky, and the crowd walking on the street, but I couldn't help crying, tears flowed down my eyes, reaching out and constantly wiping my eyes, my voice choked.

"Oh, why are the kids crying? Is the light too dazzling?"

The nurse was about to pull up the curtains while she spoke, but I hurriedly said, "No, don't pull it up, don't pull it up, let me look at it for a while, and then look at it for a while..."

When a person walks in the dark for too long, he will long for the sun and vitality...

"I'll change the medicine for you later and I'll inform your parents. By the way, many people have come to see you these days, but you've been unconscious so they've all gone back. There's also an old man who was sent to the hospital with you, right in the ward next to you."

Hearing this, I immediately struggled to get up from the bed and asked hurriedly: "Sister Nurse, old man, is the old man okay? Is there any danger? Tell me quickly..."

The nurse looked at me strangely, then nodded and said, "He has serious trauma, but it seems that he had received some treatment before he was sent in. After we transfusion and bandage, we were not seriously injured. It was not serious."

I finally breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that the Green Ghost rushed back on time, and that I finally saved Old Man Xing's life.

In the underworld, Hun Fartian, who was sitting in his dark room playing with the red magic sword, heard a sound outside, and said, "Hun Xiao is you, right? Come in."

After speaking, the door was gently pushed open, and a man walked in from outside the door, wearing black armor, with an axe on his back, long hair, red eyes, and a pale face.

"Sir, Shipo has been killed by me."

It whispered after kneeling.

"I did a good job. From now on, you will do the work on Shipo first, and I will find someone to take over later."

When Hun Fartian spoke, his eyes still fell on the red magic sword.

"Sir, I don't understand. I have seen a few magic swords, but I have never seen you care so much. Is this red magic sword different? Why did you give up for this red magic sword and immediately take away Wan Lin's soul for the sake of this red magic sword?"

it asked.

Hun Motian smiled and shook his head and said, "You don't understand. This red magic sword is not just a magic sword, it is a key. I have been feeling in the past few hundred years. It seems that there are many masters who do not belong to our world in the world. But I have never discovered their origins. But as soon as I saw this red magic sword, its name popped up in my mind. It may be related to me, or to another world..." hf();
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