"Buzz!"

When Fusang Buddha comes out with his sword.

At the old site of Guishan, which is rarely visited by people, ghosts and Buddhas chanted swords together, accompanied by strange phenomena, which disappeared in a flash.

The wind is cold and the snow is falling heavily.

In the small town at the foot of Qingyuan Mountain, Cao Erzhu had already returned to the blacksmith shop. He was forging fine iron when he suddenly stopped what he was doing and turned to look out the window.

"magnificent……"

Cao Erzhu hesitated and stopped, then asked instead: "Is he here?"

The door of the blacksmith shop was open, and my father sat on the big wine barrel at the door with his arms crossed. On such a cold day, he still wore a big cloak at an angle.

The snowflakes could not fall on him. When they came within three fingers' distance, they seemed to be evaporated by the extremely high temperature and turned into flying smoke and sent into the cold wind.

"Zizzi..."

A purple electric light flashed in Quilehan's eyes, he withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and subconsciously touched the wine gourd on his waist.

After the meal, he recalled that he had taken off all his drinking utensils a long time ago. He had been abstaining from drinking for some time.

"Dad, what did you see?" Cao Erzhu put down his sledgehammer and walked over.

With the same pair of naked eyes, he believed that what he saw was completely different from what his father saw.

Even the world seen by both eyes may be completely different.

"Want to know?"

Dad turned his head.

In the past, he would not have spoken like this. He would have said "Shut up" or "Don't ask" at most, and then rushed back to practice hammering.

Dad has changed a lot in the past six months.

He was willing to talk to him about many things, so Cao Erzhu dared to ask this question.

"Um!"

He nodded heavily.

Que Leihan looked at his son's stupid look and didn't say anything. His eyes flickered, and purple lightning flashed out.

boom!

Cao Erzhu's body shook violently.

A duplicate image with a purple lightning edge flashed through his mind through the air, and his pupils suddenly trembled.

In the picture, the ghostly Buddha high in the sky above the old site of Guishan seems to have gathered all its power in the cinnabar between its brows.

The cinnabar squirmed, as if a ghost eye was about to open from the middle.

The ghost eyes seem to be connected to something, attracting terrifying power from an unknown place.

Then, a figure in white clothes with a long sword on his waist and a copper lamp appeared from behind the ghost Buddha, which was similar to the attire of the special ghost he had seen before.

It's just that it's more powerful!

"Ghost Sword Immortal, Hua Chang Deng..."

Cao Erzhu murmured silently, but what moved him was not just the figure he expected.

When the phantom of the Huachang Lantern appeared, various strange phenomena lit up in the sky behind it.

A monster big purple eye, if it had the void as its face, this eye would occupy half of the sky, looking sinister and awe-inspiring.

A small, inverted golden tower is hidden deep underground, with a huge black coffin under the tower.

A locust tree connects the sky and the earth. Its roots are like tentacles, coiled around the golden tower, and its crown is like an umbrella holding up the sky, supporting the purple evil eye on the horizon.

"Ugh!"

Seeing this moment, Cao Erzhu's body shook violently and he groaned, blood overflowed from the corners of his lips, and there was only shock in his eyes.

"Ancestral God?"

His eyes widened and he looked at his father in disbelief.

The father's calm demeanor is not the behavior of an empress at all.

What he saw was even the first picture, but what he saw was the second picture after changing hands...

Cao Erzhu clenched his fists.

Brother Xiaoshou always calls him stupid, and his father always calls him stupid.

But he himself felt that he was very meticulous and could always tell from these details how far he was from his father.

In my mind, I couldn't help but recall the words of my father in the dream...

"Er Zhu, if one day you grow taller and stronger than me, and you have the opportunity to fight me, will you dare to fight me?"

Dare you?

Can you really beat it?

"If you were on the road with a straight handle, and I was the one with the hammer, one of you would die. If I didn't let you go, would you dare to hit me?"

Cao Erzhu was silent for a long time, still unable to come up with an answer.

When he came back to his senses, he found that his father was staring at him and actually smiled - God! He could still smile?

"You're sweating." Dad smiled and pointed.

Cao Erzhu stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, grinned, and did not answer the question. He only asked again: "Ancestral God?"

"Um."

Dad nodded without any hesitation: "You should only see three."

Is there anything else I can’t see?

Cao Erzhu opened his mouth and was about to speak.

Dad continued: "Remember, there is also a big turtle with a little boy sitting on its back. This is the fourth phase."

That is to say, there is a fifth?

Cao Erzhu felt like he was sweating again. He put his hand in front of his forehead and forgot to wipe the sweat.

"The last one is a three-story wooden pavilion. It is not high. The door is open. There is a tea table inside, and there is a person sitting there."

who?

Cao Erzhu's first reaction was to ask.

The father waved his hand and interrupted him again: "No need to ask, if I say it too specifically, you won't be able to remember it. At that time, you can tell your eighth uncle what you just saw...if he is still talking.

"

What's the meaning?

Bazunzun, aren't you here?

Cao Erzhu couldn't hold back his questions: "At that time, when was it?"

"When the time comes, you will naturally understand."

Que Leihan turned his head and continued to look up to the north, looking in the direction of the ghosts and Buddhas: "If you can't find your eighth uncle by then, I will go find your little brother Shou and tell him all this.

"

Cao Erzhu felt a sense of sadness inexplicably, and he asked: "Why can't you find dad?"

"Do you have to rely on me for everything? I will protect you for the rest of your life?" His father's back was so majestic that Erzhu did not dare to speak.

His voice became much softer: "What you can see, Brother Shou can also see, I don't need to tell you."

Dad shrugged his shoulders and smiled angrily:

"You do believe your little brother Shou..."

The heavy snow fell on the door, blurring the figure of the father, and even his voice became ethereal:

"Why don't you reflect on yourself? Why can't you see clearly?"

…

The city of dead pagodas.

In recent days, it can be described as a nightmare for the dead criminals, villains and other wanted criminals in the city.

As we all know, the city of Death Pagoda does not tolerate semi-saints.

Half a month ago, an orange man, wrapped up tightly, entered the city. Wherever he went, people always died unexpectedly and tragically.

Someone took action against him.

This guy can smash people into pieces with a wave of his sleeves, his strength is amazing.

All the Dead Apostles were forced to unite and take action again.

This orange man raises his hand to show the holy power, which directly frightens people. The city of the dead pagoda has become a semi-saint?

"Where are the rules?"

"This day has changed, and the rules of the City of Death Pagoda have also changed?"

After watching the battle where Master Shou ascended Guizhe half a year ago, within a few days someone recognized the orange man, who must be the Five Deceivers of the King of Hell.
To be continued...