Chapter 2129: come true

"Wait and see, find the ghost boy first."

Zhou Shu settled down and searched around.

Old Jian felt for a while, "There is no surrounding, I think it should be in the mother spring."

Zhou Shu nodded gently, "I think so."

The newborn ghost boy is far from mature and needs the nurturing of the mother spring. It is difficult to leave the mother spring for too long.

Except for absorbing death energy outside, it stays in the mother spring for the rest of the time. However, due to the treacherous changes, the ghost boy moved from the ninth floor to other floors. He has not been in the mother spring for a long time, and now he returns to the ninth floor. It must be inseparable.

Before there was such a big noise outside, the ghost boy never appeared, which confirmed this.

The two looked towards the mother spring together.

The spring water in the mother spring is milky white, but it is also very clear. Peeping through the spring eyes, you can see the target you are looking for at a glance.

In the depths of the spring's eyes, the ghost boy curled up into a ball, closed his eyes tightly, with a calm and natural look, cute and naive, just looking at the appearance, he was completely a baby lying in the arms of his mother, but in fact, it was a devil.

Every step of Jiuyou Guitong's growth meant that tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of lives were lost, and it was a real culprit.

"It looks like it is asleep."

Old Jian turned to Zhou Shu, and said with joy, "We will fight here. The mother spring is not only nourished by ghost children, but all living creatures. In other words, if we fight inside, we can also be nourished by the mother spring. In this battle, we actually have a great advantage."

Zhou Shu seemed to realize something, and said slowly, "Beware of it coming out, and preventing other things from getting in, so let me stay at the mother spring and you go in."

Old Jian lighted his sword. If the ghost boy was allowed to escape, he would be a few steps forward. The ghost envoys that were constantly summoned blocked the way and couldn't catch up. Besides, a sleeping ghost boy would have enough. confidence.

Zhou Shu stood in front of the mother spring, holding a sword in his hand, and focused on it.

The strength of the ghost boy is close to the true immortal, but it uses the essence of the law of life and death, not the power of the law of life and death.

Just like when Zhou Shu used the Xuanyuan sword to deal with the hundreds of thousands of alien races, one sword determines life and death. If you want to die, you must die. There is no way to resist. Only those who understand the law of life and death have certain immunity. In this regard, Zhou Shu Bijian is a lot worse, although he will not die, but he will be greatly affected, so he didn't intend to regard himself as the main force at the beginning. This battle can only rely on Xuanyuanjian.

Jiuyou Guitong is stronger than Xuanyuanjian, but Zhou Shu has enough confidence in Xuanyuanjian.

He still remembered that when Xuanyuan Sword was provoked by Ling Tianjian, it made a shocking blow. That blow was a force far beyond the origin of the Xuanhuang Realm, the power of Tao from Xuanyuan Dao, and it was the most powerful force of Xuanyuan Sword itself. Someone's emperor's will is in it, and that power even exceeds the law of life and death.

The power of Xuanyuan Dao is not easy to use, it has never been used in Zhou Shu's hands, it can only be seen by Jian Lao.

"Eh, oh! Ooh!"

The rush of the baby's cry suddenly sounded, sharp and crisp, like crying and laughing.

Master Jian made a move, and received good results, it sounds like Ghost Boy has been injured.

When Zhou Shu heard it in his ears, his heart was shaken, and there was a feeling that his vitality would be taken away.

He quickly used the rules of life and death he understood to resist the voice. Fortunately, at a long distance, the ghost boy's goal was not Zhou Shu, and he stabilized after a while.

But soon, there was a sound from the surrounding area, and the death aura around it seemed to have been ordered and turned into a giant dragon, rushing towards the mother spring.

It seems that the ghost boy wants to absorb his death to recover his injuries.

The ghost boy is a combination of life and death, but the essence is still death. Life can give it vitality and can recover when tired, but only death can repair its scars.

Zhou Shu must guard this place. If these lifelessness are allowed to go down, Xuanyuanjian's chance of victory will gradually diminish.

With a wave of the horizontal sword, Wuhenjian built a golden wall to block many dragons outside.

The same is the power of the law, and Jin Xing may not lose to life and death. Although the level is different, there is also a difference between the ghost boy and the fairy. The higher point is enough to block death from the outside, even the power of the law does not break through. past.

Zhou Shu concentrated on the **** and had no time to look at the situation inside. He only heard the screams and the ghost boy's voice became more and more stern.

Like the crows in the dark night, it is hard to hear the extreme.

Already in a dying struggle, it seems to be moving in a good direction.

And the sound didn't stop, the black mist of the spring water and Zhou Shu couldn't be blocked, and the sharp shout passed through the deadly spirit and rushed outside the hall.

"not good."

Zhou Shu secretly said, knowing that the ghost boy was calling for the dead.

The most worrying thing is coming.

Both the black bone envoy and the white bone envoy are dead, but there are inevitably other dead objects on the ninth floor, such as ghost envoys, etc. If they are attracted by the ghost boy, they can exert stronger strength in this deadly place. , It will definitely bring great trouble to Zhou Shu.

Wuhen wanted to resist the boundless death. As long as there were more monsters, Zhou Shu could hardly hold the mother spring.

What should I do?

As if an inspiration flashed, Zhou Shu looked solemn, his right hand shot out one after another, and the big cutting fist cut a hole in front of him, sending something out.

In the distance of the hall, something seemed to be about to move.

Some dark shadows appeared in the gray fog, stumbled, and walked into the hall.

There were only a few at first, but after a while, a large group gathered, afraid that there would not be hundreds of them.

With such a large pile of dead objects rushing into the passage, Zhou Shu could no longer hold the mother spring. If the ghost boy and these things were allowed to join together, it would be a problem to escape.

However, when the group of dead objects rushed into the hall, they stopped.

In front of the road leading to the mother spring there was a pen across the horizon, dull and dull, like a stone, with roots like stalagmites, sharp and straight.

The pen suddenly turned horizontally, and the tip of the pen turned to the group of dead objects.

Someone seemed to be manipulating it, and the tip of the pen was emptied. With every click, several dead objects disappeared.

It completely disappeared without leaving a trace, but on the stone wall opposite the pen point, there were a few more figures, it was the dead thing that rushed in.

I kept writing, but within a few breaths, all the hundreds of dead objects disappeared and turned into paintings on the stone wall.

It is lifelike, as if it is still moving, but it can't jump out anymore, and it will not pose any threat to Zhou Shu and Old Jian.

At this moment, a figure jumped out of the passage, facing the mural, respectfully saluting three times.

That figure is Zhou Shu's clone, but it contains a lot of souls, almost the other half that split Zhou Shu. If this clone is lost, Zhou Shu will inevitably suffer severe damage and it will be difficult to recover.

But if you don't spend so much money, how can you make the murals feel his heart?

Zhou Shu used the big cutting fist to send the avatar out to pray in front of the mural, hoping that the mural would help him, so that what happens when he thinks of it, like a prophecy come true.

Things were as expected, the mural felt Zhou Shu's thoughts, and what Zhou Shu wanted happened.

Zhou Shu sensed what was going on in the hall, and his heart moved, as if he had some thoughts digging into the sea of ​​knowledge, and he had a different understanding of the many laws of everything in the world. Ps: Book friends, I am Zhuyi Wuchen. I recommend a free novel app that supports novel download, listening to books, zero ads, and multiple reading modes. Please pay attention to the WeChat public account: dazhuzaiyuedu (long press for three seconds to copy), book friends, hurry up and pay attention!