[Chapter 360 Bian Yuan]

(Second update)

Bian Yuan, a zombie-like old man, was hiding in the dark waiting for the opportunity to move. After the white demon left, he did appear again like a ghost.

"Hey, young man, I think you two seem to have an affair. Don't tell the old man that there is no. By the way, what's the secret between you? Let me share with the old man, especially about the past of the white devil... Tut, the little white devil girl has the power that the old man can't reach at such a age. There must be an unspeakable secret. I like to listen to people's secrets..."

Bian Yuanbian spoke, and his figure appeared quickly.

When 15 first heard his words, his heart couldn't help trembling. Although the old man's tone was tepid, he had felt a nud threat from the 15th, and the old man Bian Yuan seemed to be very afraid of the white devil, so he quickly restrained and blocked this space after she left to avoid being detected by others.

Bian Yuan's space blockade is extremely simple, but also very practical. With the power of his demon god, he has been shrouded in his power within a hundred feet, which is also his way to live to this day. As the saying goes, be careful to drive a ship for ten thousand years.

"Oh, young man, it's not good for you to look at the old man like this. Although the old man is old, he likes the young man's eyes very much. Why don't you borrow the old man to play for a few days?" Before Bian's voice fell, he took action with lightning, and quickly bullied nearly 15 with lightning speed.

Fifteen secretly feels bad. Although this old man is not as good as the white devil, he is also a real evil demon. With the cultivation of the fifteenth at this moment, he is definitely not his opponent, but the fifteenth is not too worried. If he has to do it, even if the fish dies and the net is broken, he will not let the old man succeed.

The wind swept around again, which is the old man's usual method. After he bound this space, he completely calmed down. Even if he was as strong as a white demon, he could not find what happened in the space he blocked.

"Hey, young man, the old man blocked this space, and he is still very confident that this space binds the old man. Unless an ancient demon comes to spy, no one will find out. Of course, your little white demon lover is no exception, so you still obediently lend your eyes to the old man, and it's easy for us to fight. Let's discuss..."

Although Bian Yuan discussed verbally, his action did not show any stagnation. He did not become a wind scroll. However, the vitality of the air has formed a huge palm and pinched 15 handfuls in his hand.

"Explosion..." 15 was pinched by the giant hand of vitality and couldn't move his whole body, so he had to control the source wood sword to stir around, and want to stir up the wind all over his body so that he could escape.

However, the elder Bian seemed to realize this, and his eyes sank slightly. In an eye, he condensed into a spiritual snake in the air, suddenly opened his blood mouth and swallowed the Yuanmu sword.

"Hey, it's this sword again... But your cultivation is too weak to exert the power of this sword. It happened that the old man and I lacked the same weapon, and you, the old man of the divine spirit weapon, took it..." Bian Yuan shouted, and the condensed spirit snake returned like lightning, and then spit it gently, and the wooden sword was spit out. Come out.

Bian Yuan stretched out his hand and held it, trying to subdue the Yuanmu sword, but Yuanmu sword was originally a revering person. How could he allow others to touch it? Before Bian Yuan held it, the source wood sword has automatically emitted thousands of vines, forming a round net-shaped sphere around the body, and a piece of tender green leaves grew on the sphere. Bian Yuangang released his breath and approached, but he was absorbed by the leaves like a mud cow into the sea.

"Huh, this sword is so powerful?" The old man Bian Yuan stretched out his hands as dry as wooden branches and waved them casually. A wind roll had wrapped 15 to come to him.

"Young man, tell me the origin of this sword. You should know what will happen if it falls into the hands of the old man now? In fact, it is not so difficult to want to get out of here. Tell me the past of the white devil and the origin of this wooden sword... This divine weapon is an extraordinary magic weapon, and its preciousness is no lower than some artifacts..."

As soon as Fu said the word artifact, Bian Yuan's whole body trembled. Even if he was a ghost demon, he had never seen any artifact, but the divine spirit weapon in the fifteen hands had the value of an artifact, and its preciousness naturally could not be said.

Bian Yuan looked carefully at the source wood sword, as if he was looking at an extremely precious work of art, and felt the source wood sword with his evil perception, which actually had an invisibility.

The greed on his face is clear. Naturally, he will not let it go when he meets a magic weapon comparable to an artifact. He will not let it go until he gets into his bag, and he will not fall asleep for a few days and nights when he is happy.

"Do you only want to know these two things?" 15 suddenly asked that his words were actually very strange, but Bian Yuan was happy because he got a divine spirit weapon comparable to an artifact, and the meaning of what he said was not taken into his heart.

"Speak quickly, the old man is in a good mood today and got this magic weapon. Don't worry, since you sent such a big gift to the old man, it will naturally leave you a life. Of course, you have to tell the truth..."

"Oh? I said Bian Yuan..." The corners of the fifteen's mouth were slightly hooked, and his heart was murderous. The old man not only forced him to talk about Bai Xue's past, but also openly and openly seized his Yuanmu sword. Is there any reason why he was not angry?

It's just that he knows that he wants to surprise Bian Yuan at this moment...

Huh? Unexpectedly, he called the old man's name. Is the young man impatient to live? Bian Yuan's face darkened and his eyes were fierce. This was the first time he showed murderous intent. Before he first met, Bian Yuan just hid a knife in his smile, and he was not so gloomy and violent at this moment.

Bian Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the dry palms were gradually clenched, and the lingering vitality of 15 also slowly contracted inward with Bian Yuan's palms, as if to crush 15 into meat mud.

"Wait, since you want to get my magic weapon, I might as well tell you another thing..."

"Oh? What's the matter? If you can't satisfy the old man..."

"Artifact..." Before Bian Yuan's words were fully said, 15 interrupted him and stared at Bian Yuan's eyes, as if he wanted to see through it.

Bian Yuan's face changed in an instant. He also stared closely and kept thinking about the truth or falsehood of what the other party said in his mind. However, the word "magic artifact" was too shocking. Even if he was a demon god, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed when he heard these two words.

"Where is it?" Bian Yuan trebled. At first sight, the wooden sword comparable to the artifact in the fifteenth hand was already ecstatic, but the spiritual weapon was always only a spiritual weapon. Even if the body is a divine object, it can't get out of the category of the spiritual weapon. Compared with the real artifact, it is still too far away.

Since ancient times, few artifacts have not been born, and they can even be counted with one hand. The most famous of them is naturally the eight array artifact, which has been famous since ancient times. Other artifacts are not as famous as these eight, and their power cannot be compared with these eight artifacts.

However, despite this, the word "magic" is enough to attract the world, and even the pure-hearted immortals will shock the mortals when they hear these two words.

Artifacts are all born of heaven and earth and are not created by people. So far, only the creator gods can create artifacts, because the creator god represents heaven and earth, and it is natural that he can create artifacts.

"Don't worry, release my shackles first..." 15 He is not anxious or worried about himself, and his calm at this moment is also the precursor to the storm.

"Young man, don't make a mistake. The old man is a demon god. Do you want to negotiate with the demon god? In front of the old man, you can only tell the truth. Why? Do you still want to resist?" The old man's face darkened. Although he coveted the artifact mentioned by the 15th, he was a demon god after all, and by his means, even if he didn't say 15*, he could search all his memories, so Bian Yuan was not worried.

However, the face of 15 finally became gloomy, and all the forces coiled in his mind were ready to move, and the calm before the storm seemed to be broken by him.

"Don't struggle anymore, young man, save some energy. With your cultivation, break free from the old man's bondage in your next life..."

"Boom..." Before Bian Yuan's words fell, a shocking noise emanated from in front of him.

PS: roar...