Chapter 152 Ancient People

"What a sharp weapon."

A trace of surprise flashed in Jiang Ming's eyes, and his expression became more and more solemn. Originally, I thought that although I had been severely damaged, I was still able to deal with a Xuanxian of the same level. I didn't expect that the young city owner was so difficult to deal with him for several rounds.

"Hang!"

Jiang Ming sacrificed to the burial immortals and violently collided with the blade in the hands of Sun Shaocheng. The two intersect with a deafening, thunderous roar. Wisps of fire burst out and condensed into a fire dragon above the sky, illuminating the whole sky, which was extremely powerful.

Jiang Ming's heart was shocked. At this moment, he had seen that what Sun Shaocheng master was holding in his hand was a long-handled sickle, hunting in cold light, revealing a faint breath of death. Ordinary monks die when they are stained. If powerful monks are contaminated, their souls will be seriously corroded, their lives will be damaged, and even the realm may regress.

"It's really vicious. It seems that I can't show mercy."

Jiang Ming was sweating coldly. If he hadn't reacted in time just now and was stabbed by this, I'm afraid he would have been here today.

"How can you catch my blow? Eat me again, the death of death!"

Sun Shaocheng's master roared and suddenly threw the death sickle in his hand into the sky, turning into a hundreds of thousands of feet tall and horrible image of death.

The god of death can't see his face clearly, but his temperament is very cold and indifferent. He also held a huge and illusory death sickle in his hand, and the death's eyes flashed two faint smoothness and fell into the sickle. Then, put the sickle in front of you and integrate with yourself.

Gradually, the image of death disappeared, and there was only a cold and cold sickle in the void. The sickle is hundreds of thousands of feet, and the gas of death turns into a torrent and spreads thousands of miles, like waves rolling. Jiang Ming was terrified that if this power of death was placed in the outside world, it would be enough to completely turn tens of millions of miles into a dead place.

"Hahaha, death is the god of life and death in the world, and there is boundless horror. The artistic conception of this move is that Death abandons his life and turns it into a unique blow, which can kill everything in the world.

Just listening to this, Jiang Ming felt horrible. Death is the god who controls everything in heaven and earth. There is nothing to kill in the world. How horrible is the great killing move that he abandons his life?

Although this is just an artistic conception, not really, it is also extremely horrible.

"Bless!"

Jiang Ming did not dare to be careless and greeted him with a fierce sword.

This is his strongest style now, but it can be challenged by leaping the level. God blocks and kills gods, Buddha blocks and kills Buddhas, which is horrible.

Dong!

At this critical moment, Jiang Ming's body suddenly made a dull sound, like a nine-day thunder, shocking.

Puff!

"Ah~~Damn it!"

Jiang Ming was stunned and scolded. At this critical moment, because the power of the explosion was too powerful, his temporarily healed body unexpectedly reappeared with ferocious cracks.

Jiang Ming's body collapsed, blood splashed everywhere, and suddenly lost control. The originally condensed offensive also stopped. However, the death sickle suppressed with a terrible momentum of oppressing everything.

Poof!

Jiang Ming spewed out a mouthful of blood again, dyed his clothes red, and his body was lifted off, looking extremely miserable.

"A living person, are you a living person? Are you seriously injured?

The owner of Sun Shaocheng suddenly stopped the offensive. Because the blow was too powerful, he received it so fast that he couldn't help spitting out blood and looking at Jiang Ming with a shocked face.

At this moment, Jiang Ming's situation is extremely bad, his whole body is really angry, and it is difficult to operate at all. His body gradually twisted, and the changed ghost area was restored to its original appearance.

His beautiful and resolute face appeared in front of the Lord Sun Shaocheng.

"What, how can it be you? Senior!"

Master Sun Shaocheng's expression was shocked and exclaimed in disbelief. With a touch of surprise in his eyes, he hurried forward.

He picked up Jiang Ming and said with excitement, "Senior, I didn't expect to have the honor to see you. It's really great."

Jiang Ming was secretly puzzled and vigilant and didn't know what this person meant. But because the true qi is retrograde and difficult to do, he can only let him hold himself.

"Who are you? Do we know each other?" Hearing this person's words, he seems to know himself. Jiang Ming was puzzled and seemed to have never seen this person, so he asked questions.

"Senior, you may not remember me, but I will never forget you!" A deep admiration and sincere way flashed in Sun Shaocheng's eyes.

Jiang Ming had a chill. As long as a normal man and another normal man said such ambiguous words to you, can you stand it?

But I was puzzled. Looking at the sincerity in his eyes, it doesn't seem to be fake.

As if he could see Jiang Ming's doubts, Lord Sun Shaocheng hurriedly explained, "Senior, do you remember how magical and bold you fought alone in the heavenly army in the fairyland? When you saved our father and son, maybe you have forgotten about it, but I can never look at each other.

Master Sun's speech made Jiang Ming even more confused. He thought about it seriously and immediately said, "I have only killed people in heaven, but never saved people."

Hearing Jiang Ming's words, Sun Shaocheng's eyes became brighter and brighter: "On that day, you were like a god descending to the earth, fighting alone with hundreds of thousands of troops in heaven, your face did not change, and finally left calmly. I dare not forget it until now."

"Hundreds of thousands of heavenly armies?" Jiang Ming's pupils suddenly shrank and said in shock, "Are you an ancient figure?"

"Senior, you finally remembered." Sun Shaocheng laughed.

Sum, Jiang Ming remembered that when he saw the killing and suppression of the heavenly army, he was furious and saved the father and son. Is this the person in front of him?

"Well, I remember." The thoughts in his mind are clear, but Jiang Ming's heart is more and more shocked. The characters who survived in ancient times actually entered the underworld after death and exist until now. If the way of heaven collapses and people can enter the underworld and survive with the world after death, then how powerful and abnormal should the strength accumulated in the underworld be?

"But how did you live until now? And what happened in ancient times? Jiang Ming has always been curious about the ancient times, so that this person may know something from the ancient times until now.

When the owner of Sun Shaocheng heard the words, he smiled awkwardly: "In those years, I don't know why there was a great turmoil in the fairyland, and countless creatures disappeared. My father and I suffered a disaster and immediately died. When we woke up and turned around, we found that my father and I were in a treasure, where there were practicing skills and this peerless magic soldier. My father and I worked hard for a hundred years and finally came out of that ghost place. Our strength improved greatly, but we found that we were in the underworld. After that, we went around for thousands of years and gradually laid our own foundation in the underworld and cast this city of death.

Jiang Ming was a little disappointed and didn't expect the other party to have such an opportunity. However, it is obvious that he fell into hell like himself, slept secretly for many years, and did not know about ancient times.

However, this result really surprised Jiang Ming. He thought he had formed an enemy, but he didn't expect that he had accidentally saved him.

"Senior, if you don't mind, how about going to the city lord's mansion?" Sun Shaocheng said enthusiastically and attentively.

"I'm seriously damaged now and can't help you." Jiang Ming said lightly.

For many years of mons, he doesn't believe that those cruel monks will have any revenge and gratitude. What's more, that incident was insignificant at all, and I don't know how many years have passed, what's worth mentioning?

Jiang Ming thought that Sun Shaocheng valued his strength and wanted to attract himself, so he immediately refused directly.

Master Sun Shaocheng suddenly said, "So it is! The predecessors all had unrivaled power in those years, not to mention that after so many years, the cultivation of the predecessors must have reached an unfathomable level. If I hadn't been hit hard, how could I support my predecessors? I'm confused. I'm really confused."

"But don't worry, seniors, although my death city is not a top city, it is also very rich. You follow me into the city, and I find a panacea to recover your injury. At that time, the world will be great, and you can go.

I have to say that Jiang Ming was still very happy and useful when he was called by a senior in ancient times. Immediately, he meditated and nodded slowly: "Okay, then I'll go with you."