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That was how the barrier shook for the first time.

Dense cracks appeared on the barrier, like a broken mirror image.

And in the small world inside the barrier,

There was also a huge commotion, and the whole world shook unstably three times.

But even so, this was the barrier that Shi Zheng relied on the most.

Therefore, under the initial test of the Fu Mourning God, although there were faint signs of collapse, it still tenaciously held on at the last moment.

"Oh?"

Jinjian's slightly tired golden eyes focused, and his raised tone carried a hint of interest. "Interesting."

His gaze swept around the barrier, and then..,

It landed somewhere at the bottom right of the barrier —

That was the most vulnerable..,

The dimmest and easiest place to attack.

Now, he only needed to lightly knock on this fatal weakness..,

It was enough to make the entire barrier fall apart.

However..

Jinjian's attention did not stop there. His gaze turned,

His gaze moved to the top of the barrier —

That was where the power was the most abundant, the strongest, and the most dazzling,

The most core place.

"... it's here."

He rather willfully gave up the weakness that was easily available,

The tip of the odachi's sword pointed straight at the most challenging place.

And then..

"Boom!"

This second sword..,

Was the fragmentation of the barrier,

The collapse of the sun.

— was still easier than expected.

Jinjian sheathed his sword,

His golden eyes returned to their initial calmness.

Then, he stepped on the wreckage of the barrier and slowly walked into the interior of the house of ten thousand.

The moment he entered the house of ten thousand, Jinjian sensed several unusual auras —

Some were strong, some were weak, they were pure and clear, and they seemed to be a little familiar at the same time.

Most importantly..

Jinjian narrowed his eyes slightly. He was keenly aware that although there were hundreds of people coming.

But to be specific, there seemed to be only five types.

This strange feeling reminded him of the mass-produced assembly line and the same clone in the petri dish.

"In that case …"

Jinjian looked at the Fallen Fu Mourning God behind him. His eyes flickered as he said, "One of the auras is very similar to yours."

— — It wasn't just similar. If they hadn't been dyed black, the two of them would have had the same sense of existence.

This conjecture was easily confirmed when Jinjian saw several "Sanchū Sōjin" gradually appearing in his field of vision.

The originally empty surroundings were suddenly filled with a large group of Fu Mourning God.

Just a moment ago, this group of Fu Mourning God was running towards them at a speed that exceeded their limits.

However, when they really got close to the silver-haired, golden-eyed odachi, they couldn't help but stop. They maintained a distance that was neither too far nor too close as they silently watched.

They stared at the odachi not far away, as if they were trying to capture an afterimage and protect a mirror image.

Every time she raised her eyes and approached him, there was a pale hope and an extreme desire.

"Ahhh … Is this a wandering dream, or a delusion that deceives myself …"

Ishikaga Maru murmured unconsciously. His eyes were in a trance for a moment, "I actually saw it … I saw it …"

The unspoken address was like a taboo, struggling to break in his trembling voice.

Perhaps it was because he had been standing for too long, but Ishikaga Maru felt his legs go numb. He couldn't help but stumble closer to the man.

However, before he could take a step, a small figure shot out from the crowd like a cannonball and rushed straight to the odachi.

It was a child-like Shortsword. His long silver hair was tied up, and the ends of his hair hung softly on the side of his neck.

He blinked his bright red eyes, and his tone was filled with unconcealable excitement, "Hey, hey, is that you … Are you Ōjin Ken?"

After Shortsword finished speaking, he paused. He seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He hurriedly lowered his head in a panic, carefully tidied up the messy corners of his robe, and flicked away the nonexistent dust on his shoulder armor.

Then, he raised his head again and puffed out his chest like a soldier being inspected. He said with what he thought was his best appearance, "You haven't seen me yet, right? I'm Little Jinjian. Ah, you can call me Xiaotiangou!"

"Tengu?"

Keenly capturing the familiar word, the odachi, who had been neither cold nor hot, finally raised his eyes and said with an unclear meaning.

"Hey!"

The little odachi seemed to have received a huge encouragement in an instant.

He took another step forward, and his high canines knocked on the ground, making a clear and crisp sound, "All along, all along … I've wanted to see you no matter what!"

Jinjian listened to Shortsword's words, and his eyes quickly swept around.

Many identical odachi had gathered around, but they seemed to have tacitly agreed that the odachi in front of them was the representative.

Therefore, even the Xiaotiangou, who had always liked to chatter, tried to stand quietly on the side, looking like they wanted to go forward but were holding back.

Shortsword looked like he wanted to say something more, but because he was too emotional, he couldn't find the right expression for a while.

The little child stared at the odachi stutteringly, and his face was red with anxiety.

Then, soon, another loud voice directly interrupted, "Hahahaha, Big Brother!

It really is Big Brother! "

Rock Melting leaned forward with his odachi, and the prayer beads wrapped around his neck clinked together. His every move was bold and decisive, "Big Brother, you really made Rock Melting wait for a long time!

Since the battle with you, Rock Melting hasn't had a good fight in a long time. "

"To be able to meet again, Rock Melting is happy!"

Unlike the other brothers who were relatively restrained and reserved, Shortsword didn't hide his excitement, fighting spirit, enthusiasm, and ecstasy.

Clear and bright laughter reverberated in this area, and it actually dispelled the restrained atmosphere, causing the scene to suddenly become lively.

Sanchū Sōjin, who had been silent all this time, slowly walked in.

His posture was elegant and calm, so perfect that no one could find fault with it.

It was as if the unsteady stumble when he first saw the odachi was just an illusion.

However, the unusually bright eyes under the eyelashes revealed a corner of the turbulent undercurrent, letting people know that the Five Swords of the World with high divinity were far from being as calm as they seemed on the surface.

Sanchū naturally saw the Fu Mourning God behind Jinjian, and also saw the prominent bone horn on his head.

However, facing the dark version of himself, he didn't have any intention of loyally drawing his odachi. Instead, he sighed regretfully and disappointedly, "Sigh, what a pity, I'm actually not the first odachi you met."

— Is that all you care about?!

The few Divine Inquisitors who were watching with their lives on the line suddenly choked and fell to the ground.

Jinjian listened coldly. He ignored the increasing number of Divine Inquisitors and the approaching Shikigami and asked, "Your name?"

Sanchū Sōjin was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his eyes. It was unknown whether he was happy or sad, but he chuckled lightly, "So that's how it is, you're my older brother at this point in time … You're really the first in all kinds of meanings — another 'me' …"

— Well, even an old grandpa who has lived for a long time would occasionally be jealous … Even though we're all clones, we have the privilege of meeting each other earlier than the original …

"Sanchū Sōjin, my name is Sanchū Sōjin."

The Most Beautiful Sword in the World answered with unprecedented gentleness and obedience. She nodded and swayed her golden tassel.

"… Komusubi!"

Reina Akimoto finally caught up to her own Fu Mourning God. Even though there were many other Komusubi here, the contract between the Divine Inquisitors and the Fu Mourning God was enough for her to easily recognize her own odachi.

Reina Akimoto carefully avoided the other Fu Mourning God and arrived next to the Komusubi.

However, the Komusubi's attention was obviously not on her, so he didn't immediately respond.

Qiuyuan Linnai wasn't an unreasonable person. The strange atmosphere at the scene was enough to make her realize that things weren't ordinary.

Even so, she still felt that she had to, slightly!

Slightly!

Just a reminder —

"Cough, this … Komusubi, the other party has a Fu Mourning God with him. Isn't it a little inappropriate for us to be like this?"

Even if it's just a little bit, please cover it up a little … Shi Zheng is going to explode if you're so brazenly befriending someone who's suspected of being an enemy!

Perhaps Reina Akimoto's words finally had some effect, the Komusubi looked out of the corner of his eyes and smiled as usual —

"Master, you're mistaken. There's no Fu Mourning God here."

Reina Akimoto blinked her eyes and then struggled to raise her hand, "But …"

It's such an obvious bone spur, brother. Do you have to be so obvious when you're lying through your teeth?!

However, before she could finish her sentence, the rest of the Gods of Death in the surrounding area had already turned to look at her.

Ishikaga Maru: "Lord God Inquisitor, you're mistaken."

Xiaotiangou: "Where's the Fu Mourning God? Oh, I can't see it, I can't see it!"

Rock Melting: "Hahahaha, it's not good to cause trouble for Elder Brother."

Sanchū Sōjin: "Eh, I don't like that guy, but since it's related to Elder Brother … Hahaha, the old man's eyesight isn't very good. He can't see the Fu Mourning God."

Reina Akimoto: "…"

Was this the collective protection of the three big shots?!!!

More and more God Inquisitors chased after their Fu Mourning God from all directions.

Then they quickly realized that today was probably the day of the family meeting that the three big shots had agreed on.

Those Ouhuang knives, which were usually hard to see, were now being sold all over the place as if they were free.

This was already shocking enough.

But soon, more and more Divine Inquisitors noticed an even more shocking fact.

There was a silver-haired, golden-eyed odachi standing in the middle of the crowd.

It was the Fu Mourning God that had never been seen before. It was definitely rare and powerful!

The God Inquisitors were suddenly very excited. Their emotions were not inferior to the swords around them.

However, before they could step forward one by one to show their faces or make their presence known, they were interrupted by the odachi's movement —

"Clang!"

The odachi's bottom fell heavily on the ground. Jinjian lifted his foot and stepped over the cracks on the ground. He slowly loosened his fingers.

Then, he coldly raised the corner of his lips and smiled —

"You've been talking for so long, my patience has officially run out.

So now — "

"It's my turn."

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

He seemed to have no intention of fighting back. He even removed all his defenses.

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

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

"Boring."

Jinjian supported himself with one hand. 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 the space travel device with you, right?"

At this point, Jinjian's purpose was clearly expressed.

The black Fu Mourning God naturally understood what he meant.

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

He probably couldn't completely hide his feelings.

For a moment, Jinjian sensed that he was sad.

In fact, this wasn't 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 vague guess in his heart. He felt that he needed to test it, or rather, confirm it.

So, 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 a little.

"Hahahaha … that's right …"

The 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 originally wanted to completely destroy the other party's calmness and rationality, and then get the information he wanted.

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

But even if he was in such a terrible state, he still didn't want to reveal to him, didn't want to ask him for help, didn't want to talk to him …

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

Yes, that's right.

Jinjian actually had a premonition — —

Just like Jiazhou Qingguang, the fallen Fu Mourning God in front of him was likely to come from another time and space, and knew "him".

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

"I'm sorry."

Perhaps because Jinjian had been silent for a long time, the black Fu Mourning God spoke 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, then added, "When I solve those problems, I'll give you the device … As long as I'm still alive, the promise …"

"Enough."

Jinjian suddenly spoke, interrupting 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 met the familiar yet unfamiliar golden eyes, his fingertips couldn't help but twitch.

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, sir?

It's not good to be too greedy. "

Jinjian looked at him and didn't say anything.

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 another blow, and he raised his right hand.

The original Odachi was raised high, and then it fell heavily.

The bottom of the scabbard hit the ground with a dull thud, and the texture of the scabbard was particularly thick and heavy.

"Crack — —"

A crater was smashed into the ground, and dense cracks spread out like a spider web, unscrupulously crawling all over the ground.

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

Looking at the cracks on the ground, Jinjian felt a little better, and he 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 there was a familiar scene in his memory that overlapped with this moment.

— — That's right … 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 didn't have the intention to examine 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, this kind of acting couldn't even fool himself, so how could it fool him?

The black Fu Mourning God heard this, and his eyes widened slightly.

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

However, just as he carefully took a step forward, Jinjian suddenly looked up as if he sensed something.

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 kind of deja vu of being scolded 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 Soil — — "Elder Brother, I was wrong".

— — Ahh, 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 a flat 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 coldly glanced at the Fu Mourning God, and continued, "I hate people who think they're infallible — — they think they're right, they think they're sacrificing, they think they're protecting."

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

Jinjian forcefully 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've provoked, but — —"

Jinjian raised the corner of his lips, and his golden eyes looked at him disdainfully, "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 level had never been tested or 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 name, or am I really just 'sir'?"

"Not 'sir'."

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

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

"Why not?"

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

The Fu Mourning God's throat was 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 unprecedented 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 had happened, the lost moon had finally … — —

— — Found his light source … — —

…