"But, Master..."

"Okay." Senior Brother An wanted to fight for it, but the old man shook his head: "You go down first, I will deal with this matter myself."

After saying that, the old man coughed violently again. With the help of his apprentice, he stood up with some difficulty. He swallowed a pill with clear water on the table, then leaned against the recliner and slowly closed his eyes, as if he was asleep...

Senior Brother An didn't dare to disturb him and slowly left the courtyard, but his brows were always frowning. When he walked to the mountainside, he suddenly gritted his teeth. Zhenyuan urged his black robe to open, and his whole body flew towards Wanghai City like a big bird...

A sword can threaten the Chiming lineage. For Senior Brother An, who built the Chiming Daoji, it is like a thorn stuck in his throat. He will never feel at ease if he doesn't pull it out.

Although his master said that he would not let him care about this matter anymore, Senior Brother An still wanted to go and see, at least he had to see what the origin of this sword-casting master named Paradise actually cast such a sword.

An hour later, Senior Brother An fell down in Wanghai City and walked towards the North City.

result……

As soon as he arrived not far outside the sword casting workshop, he ran into Jiang Li head-on.

The two of them were stunned at the same time.

"Damn, don't come over!" Jiang Li almost subconsciously wanted to draw the sword, but as soon as he reached out, he suddenly remembered that he was going out to send news today, and he didn't carry the sword on his body. In a panic, he had to block his hands in his chest and said a few random words, hoping to scare the other party: "You know I am powerful, don't force me to take action. Once I take action, you will either die or be injured!"

"Is that true?" Senior Brother An was stunned for a moment, but then he found that the other party was empty-handed and did not bring the sword that could break the Red Netherworld. His frown suddenly relaxed and he was not in a hurry to take action. He just walked over slowly: "I insist on coming over, what can you do?"

"I..." Jiang Li was so anxious that he almost cried. He had known that he would have looked at the almanac before going out. Now, he was blocked by someone at the door. What should I do now? He was a cultivator of the second tribulation of the Life Soul. He could hit ten of his own with one hand...

"Aren't you either dead or injured?" Senior Brother An sneered. His previous experience in raising corpses was causing him to get angry. At this time, he finally blocked Jiang Li, so how could he make Jiang Li have a better life?

Seeing Jiang Li pretending, he was almost scared to pee his pants. Senior Brother An was so happy. Damn, you, a little character who is not yet perfect in Yangyuan, dare to show off your power in front of me, and I came and went, which made me lose face in front of my junior brother. I was caught by me later. Let me see how I messed with you...

Just in time, I will find your master's style. Now I will arrest you, a small one, and see if your master will save you...

"I want to see, what are your abilities? How dare you hurt me? Chi Ming!" After saying that, Senior Brother An moved his black robe, and a red shadow flew out. Chi Ming was seriously injured and recovered. It seemed more fierce than when he was in the corpse-raising place. Especially when it discovered that the aura coming from Jiang Li was as good as the cultivator who injured him, he suddenly let out a roar. It was originally just a red shadow, but suddenly transformed into a ghost.

With his disheveled hair, a single horn on his forehead, and a strong fishy storm, he rushed towards Jiang Li...

"Damn!" Jiang Li was so scared that he ran away. He couldn't care about so much for a while. He opened his throat and shouted at the sword casting workshop: "Master, help, uncle, help!"

"Master, Master?" Senior Brother An pinched out magic tricks with both hands, controlling Chi Ming to chase Jiang Li, with a sneer on his face: "It's useless to shout out loud. No one can save you in the sky or in the ground!"

"I said An Zijie, why do you guys from the Netherworld Sect have the same lines?" Just when Senior Brother An was feeling secretly, a voice suddenly came from the corner of the wall: "Last time, the one in your Netherworld Sect named Long Aotian or Long Batian, I told me that this is what no one in the world can save you. Now the grass on his grave is almost ten feet tall, right?"

"who?"

Senior Brother An was shocked and didn't even care about Jiang Li for a moment. With a pinch of the magic trick in his hand, Chi Ming turned around and rushed towards the place where the sound came.

However……

As soon as Chi Ming moved, a sword light lit up. At that moment, whether it was Senior Brother An or Jiang Li, there was a feeling of nothing else between heaven and earth, only that feeling of seeing light...

Then, a loud roar came...

As the sword light passed, Chi Ming split into two. The Chi Ming's true body, which had a single horn on the forehead, instantly turned into two red shadows and dissipated. After a while, it slowly emerged from the ground. After a twist, it turned into a complete Chi Ming again. Although it was still roaring, there was a faint sense of fear in the voice...

"It's you?" An Zijie felt a pain in pain and quickly took back Chi Ming. He was originally seriously injured and recovered. Now he has taken this sword again. It will probably take a month to recover. After taking back Chi Ming, the other party also walked out of the corner. It was not until this time that An Zijie finally saw clearly that the person who came was also an old opponent: "Su Jin!"

When An Zijie said this, even Jiang Li next to him was shocked. It was Su Jin!

This is one of the most famous inner disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect.

At the True Transmission Conference three years ago, Su Jin, who had only been in the game for five years, defeated twelve senior brothers in a row, and almost reached the top of the true disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect. Unfortunately, he met the young master who was born to know in the last game, and then passed by the position of the True Transmission Disciple. However, no one can stop Su Jin from this year's True Transmission Conference...

Unexpectedly, this is this person!

"But it's not me..." Su Jin injured Chi Ming with a sword, but when he walked out of the corner, he had a wry smile on his face.

Because Su Jin knew that he had just slashed away with a sword and seemed to have easily broken Chi Ming, but in fact he only took advantage of Chi Ming's serious injury and recovered...

After all, this Red and Nether Treasure Record is one of the seven ghost records of the Netherworld Sect, and is only under the supreme classic "Ghost Book of Creation", especially the Red and Nether end of An Zijie, who was personally sacrificed by his master Chi Ming Ancestor. In terms of combat power, it is even above An Zijie himself.

This Red and Nether Treasure Record is quite famous...
Chapter completed!