"I will never wield my sword against you."

The black Fu Mourning God said this and then stood there silently.

He did not seem to have any intention of fighting back, and even removed all his defenses.

It was as if even if Jinjian stabbed him with his sword, he would still take it without saying a word.

Jinjian stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly retracted the fierce murderous aura around him. Even the air that gathered on the blade dissipated in an instant.

"Boring."

Jinjian supported himself with one hand, and his eyes returned to their original calmness, "Since you don't intend to resist, that's good. I don't want to waste time —"

He turned to look at the black Fu Mourning God, and said calmly and firmly, "You have that spatial device on you, right?"

At this point, Jin Jian's intention was very clear.

The black Fu Mourning God naturally understood what he meant.

His fingertips twitched slightly, and his voice was hoarse and dry, "You … You came to me just to get that device?"

He probably could not completely hide his feelings.

For a moment, Jinjian sensed that he was sad.

In fact, this was not the first time Jinjian sensed such emotions from him.

It could be said that ever since he met Jinjian, he seemed to have been immersed in an inexplicable heaviness.

Jinjian had a faint guess in his heart, and he felt that he needed to test it, or rather, confirm it.

Thus, the silver-haired Fu Mourning God rubbed the hilt of his sword, and replied indifferently, "What else?"

His low and slow voice carried a bit of deliberate disdain, "If it weren't for the fact that you have something I need … a depraved god of death on the verge of losing himself wouldn't be worthy of my personal intervention."

The moment these words were spoken, the figure hidden in the black fog clearly swayed.

"Hahahaha … That's right …"

The pitch-black Fu Mourning God struggled to support his body. He covered his face with one hand and chuckled. "That's right … I'm just a fallen alien, so … please don't get involved with me …"

— — This reaction …

Jinjian narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't know if he should say that the other party was weak or strong.

He had originally planned to completely destroy the other party's facade of calmness and rationality, and then obtain the information he wanted.

But now, it seemed that he didn't need to do anything, and the other party's heart was already dead.

However, even though she was in such a terrible state, she was still unwilling to reveal to him, unwilling to ask for his help, unwilling to confide in him …

— — Obviously, they should have a very intimate relationship.

That's right.

In fact, Jinjian already had a premonition.

Just like Jiazhou Qingguang, the Dark Fu Mourning God in front of him might have come from another dimension and knew "him".

Of course, it wasn't the current him, but the "him" of another world or another time.

"I'm sorry."

Perhaps because Jinjian had been silent for a long time, the black Fu Mourning God said softly, "The device you mentioned is not convenient, but troublesome.

So, I can't give it to you now. "

Obviously, it was someone else who was asking for it unreasonably, but because the other party was special, the Fu Mourning God felt guilty and blamed himself for not being able to satisfy the other party's request.

The black Fu Mourning God thought for a moment and added, "After I solve those problems, I'll give you the device … As long as I'm still alive, the promise …"

"Enough."

Jinjian suddenly spoke and interrupted the other party's words.

— — Really, it's inexplicably unpleasant …

Jinjian's face was cold. His sharp gaze swept across the other party's body, and finally stopped at the other party's eyes.

The black Fu Mourning God knew that Jinjian couldn't see him clearly under the black fog, but when he looked into the familiar yet unfamiliar golden eyes, the black Fu Mourning God couldn't help but twitch his fingertips.

Then, he took a deep breath and tried to curl the corners of his lips, revealing a pale smile, "Hahahaha, do you have any other questions?

It's not good to be too greedy. "

Jinjian looked at him without saying a word.

It wasn't until after a while that Black Death God Fu almost couldn't help but flee that Jin Jian looked away. Then, he clicked his tongue almost rudely, "Too ugly."

The Fu Mourning God, "…"

Jinjian didn't care that the other party seemed to have suffered a blow again, and raised his right hand.

The original Odachi was raised high, and then dropped heavily.

The bottom of the scabbard landed heavily on the ground with a dull thud. The scabbard sounded particularly thick and heavy.

"Crack — —"

A crater was smashed into the ground, and dense cracks spread out like a spiderweb, wantonly crawling all over the ground.

In the dead silence, there seemed to be the faint sound of someone swallowing saliva.

Looking at the cracks on the ground, Jinjian felt a little better, and said expressionlessly, "I want to tell you two things."

He looked up, "Stand up straight and listen carefully."

"… … Yes!"

The black Fu Mourning God didn't have time to think, and by the time he reacted, his body had already subconsciously made the most standard posture.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the past, and a familiar scene overlapped with this moment in his memory.

— — Yes, in my memory, my elder brother used to make everyone stand in a row and preach …

Jinjian glanced at the Fu Mourning God indifferently, and felt that the black fog around the other party seemed to have lessened.

However, he had no intention of delving into it at all, and he just continued, "First, I'm not stupid, so your acting can't fool me."

— — Pretending to be calm, pretending to not care, pretending to not know each other … How laughable, such acting couldn't even fool himself, so how could it fool him?

The black Fu Mourning God's eyes widened slightly when he heard this.

He had a bad premonition, and he couldn't help but want to retreat.

However, he had only carefully moved a step when Jin Jian seemed to have sensed something and suddenly raised his eyes to look over.

Jinjian's expression was indifferent, and his tone was calm, "I haven't finished speaking yet."

"… … Sorry."

The Fu Mourning God silently moved back to his original position, "I'll listen carefully."

— — This deja vu of being reprimanded by his elder brother when he was just born …

He still remembered that once his elder brother showed such an expression, all the members of the Three Swords Sect would activate their passive skill — —

Under the ground, "Old-sama, I was wrong" technique.

— — Ah, ah, meeting again after so many years, how nostalgic.

A fleeting smile appeared on the black Death God Fu's face.

Jinjian looked at the Fu Mourning God who suddenly became obedient, and continued in an indifferent tone, "Second, do you know what kind of people I hate the most?"

"… … People who are taller than you?"

"You can shut up now."

Jinjian glanced coldly at the Fu Mourning God, and continued, "I hate people who think they are infallible — — they think they are right, they think they are sacrificing, they think they are protecting."

The black Fu Mourning God realized something, and he suddenly clenched his fists, and his body tensed up inch by inch.

Jinjian tore apart the Fu Mourning God's disguise with a casual tone, "You clearly know me, but you want to separate me from your world."

"I don't know what kind of people you have provoked, but — —"

Jinjian raised the corner of his lips, and his golden eyes looked at him disdainfully, "Do you think I'm afraid?"

— — He was very strong.

He was much stronger than anyone had imagined!

In his original world, as the strongest existence that no one was qualified to use, his combat strength had never been tested and measured.

However, he always had a feeling that he could kill "concepts".

Of course, after crossing over to another world, he had lost part of his power.

But in this world, it was enough for him to deal with.

The black Fu Mourning God stared at him in a daze, and his dry eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, "You …"

Jinjian raised his hand to interrupt him, "Are you sure you don't want to call me by my title, or am I really just 'sir'?"

"Not 'sir'."

The black Fu Mourning God lowered his head slightly and sighed softly, "How can it be just 'sir' …"

Then, he raised his head, and it was unknown whether he was talking to himself or asking, "Can I … … can I really … …"

"Why not?"

Jinjian took a step forward, and said with confidence and calmness, "I am right here — — so, feel free to call me."

The Fu Mourning God's throat choked, and at that moment, he seemed to have a lot to say.

But in the end, he just laughed in a trembling voice, and then, with an unprecedentedly clear voice, he called out — —

"It's been a long time, brother."

— — It's really … … been a long time, a long time, a long time … …

— — After so many things happened, the lost moon finally … …

— — Found his light source … …

… …

Even though Jinjian had guessed at the beginning, when he really heard it, he still felt a little surprised.

He was now the Fu Mourning God, and naturally, he couldn't have any blood brothers like humans.

So, the only remaining possibility was — —

"You are the sword forged by father."

The black Fu Mourning God nodded and sighed gently, "Yes, I am a member of the Three Swords Sect.

But in this era, I have not been born yet, if brother wants to see 'me', I'm afraid you will have to wait for a while. "

Jinjian nodded, and then asked, "What is your name?"

The black Fu Mourning God was silent for a moment, and finally hesitated, "In fact, ever since I fell, my memory … …"

"You're saying that you've forgotten your name?"

Seeing the Fu Mourning God nod, Jinjian lowered his eyes, unable to discern his emotions, "You have forgotten the most important name, but you still recognize me?"

"Because I will not forget brother, no matter what."

After the Fu Mourning God finished speaking, he took out something that looked like a glass ball from his chest.

The glass ball was flowing with various colors, some were clear, some were dim, and it looked like a mess of light.

And Jinjian recognized at a glance that the light floating in the ball was the spiritual energy of different people.

"Actually, I have always wanted to see brother.

But after falling, the Fu Mourning God is not very good-looking. "

The black Fu Mourning God seemed to ponder for a moment, "Although I don't remember much, but in my impression, I should be 'the most beautiful' or something?

Hahahaha, what an interesting statement.

The person who said this must have never seen brother. "

Jinjian listened quietly, and then understood, "So, you want to collect this spiritual energy and forcibly purify yourself, right?"

His lips pursed into a line, and he felt inexplicably unhappy, "This spiritual energy is weak and impure, and not to mention the pain of forcibly purifying it, even if it succeeds, you will only temporarily return to your original appearance."

This kind of action, rather than saying it was a purification, it was more like the darkness was forcibly draped in a coat of light.

Not only would the duration be short, but because of the conflicting forces, it would also cause great pain.

"Stupid."

Jinjian frowned, and his voice became cold, "An unequal exchange is not worth it."

"But for me, it is worth it."

The Fu Mourning God gazed at him gently, his crescent moon eyes flashing with a particularly serious brilliance, "I must appear in my best appearance in front of brother."

As the Fu Mourning God said this, he broke the glass ball in his hand.

Then, countless spiritual energy rushed out, and flew into the Fu Mourning God's body, forcibly distorting and correcting the corruption on the surface.

— — Does it hurt?

— — Of course it hurts, it is like the body is being roasted on fire, the so-called broken blade is nothing more than this.

But …

The black fog slowly dispersed, bit by bit, revealing a grey-white robe, blue cuffs, golden tassel, crescent moon blade pattern …

Finally, it was a beautiful face that seemed to last forever.

Dark blue hair stuck to his white cheeks, the golden tassel gently swayed, and his eyes seemed to have a bright moon.

— — This is indeed, a unique beauty in the world.

The Fu Mourning God looked at himself, and after confirming that the spiritual energy was indeed useful, he raised his head to look at his brother.

Then he found that Jinjian was staring at the top of his head.

The Fu Mourning God followed the line of sight, raised his hand, and touched a sharp protrusion — — it was a white bone horn.

"Ah, it seems that the bone horn on the top of my head did not disappear … … Is it because I lack the last bit of spiritual energy … …"

That was the young man saved by the Jinjian, who originally wanted to fill the gap.

The Fu Mourning God felt that it was a pity, but suddenly he heard Jinjian ask, "Who did it?"

"Hmm?"

The Fu Mourning God raised his voice in confusion, even if he was slightly confused, he still looked elegant.

The Jinjian narrowed his eyes, as if there was a golden flame burning in his eyes, "I say, who made you like this."

After that, without waiting for the Fu Mourning God to answer, Jinjian said, "Forget it, your memory is damaged, don't think about it."

Then, the Jinjian stretched out his hand to the Fu Mourning God and said, "Give me your space travel device."

The Fu Mourning God was a little hesitant.

Although his memory was not very clear, he more or less knew that the space-time compass could allow people to go to different spaces, and most of these spaces were under the supervision of Shi Zheng.

And he was now being chased by Shi Zheng, if he accidentally encountered people from that space, it would be bad.

The Jinjian looked at the Fu Mourning God's silent and hesitant look, and repeated lightly, "Give it to me."

The Fu Mourning God: — — Stare.

The Jinjian: — — Stare.

Three seconds later — —

"… Brother, please use it with caution."

The Fu Mourning God obediently handed over the compass and carefully instructed.

The Jinjian stretched out his hand to take the compass and looked at its structure — —

It was a bit like a clock.

There were two pointers, one long and one short, and there were two circles of runes around the compass, which probably corresponded to time and space.

The problem now was that the Jinjian could not understand the runes on the compass.

"These are the runes of Shi Zheng's encryption, only the interrogators and the Fu Mourning God can understand them."

The Fu Mourning God seemed to have seen Jinjian's doubts, and explained, "I used to belong there."

The Jinjian: "Then do you still remember what it means?"

The Fu Mourning God, whose memory was damaged, pondered for a moment, then reached out and touched the compass, "I remember that if I adjust it like this, I can go to the House of Ten Thousand."

"House of Ten Thousand?"

"Yes.

In my impression, it seems to be a lively and peaceful place? "

The Fu Mourning God raised his sleeve to cover his mouth, and smiled, "I don't know why, but this seems to be the only place that doesn't feel bad."

"In that case, let's go take a look."

The Jinjian had no intention of making any preparations, and decided to go on a trip as soon as he said so.

He was originally interested in this thing, so naturally he wanted to try it out.

Of course, if he could take the opportunity to find out what he wanted to know, it would be even better.

"Inject spiritual energy into it, and it can be activated."

The Fu Mourning God stood beside the Jinjian, "I want to go with brother."

The Jinjian did not object, and then pressed the compass with one hand.