A knife flew across the sky, and the aura of death was everywhere, like a blizzard flying, sprinkling into the sky and the earth.

"This knife..."

When Chen Pan saw it, his brows frowned slightly.

"A pretty weird knife!" Donghuang Taiyi explained: "After the war ended ten million years ago, the knife came from and rushed into hell. This knife was born to die and is quite consistent with this hell, but Lihua said that she didn't know the origin of this knife... Lihua is what people outside called Houtu."

Houtu... Chen Pan immediately looked at the simple and elegant woman. It turned out that this person was the legendary Empress Houtu who turned into reincarnation.

I thought a lot in my heart and suddenly smiled: "It is recorded that the Houtu, who has become reincarnation, is one of the twelve ancestor witches. The twelve ancestor witches are Pangu's flesh and blood, which is equivalent to descendants of children, and I am Pangu, so I count it..."

"Stop talking!" Lihua blushed: "That's what she said, but she just couldn't accept that God the Father would be like this, so she didn't come out to greet you... In short, I won't worship you."

In terms of flesh and blood inheritance, the ancestor witch is the child of Pangu. When Houtu saw Chen Pan, he should be honored as a father.

Chen Pan laughed: "You misunderstood. I don't want you to worship you. What I hate most is kneeling down. Whether I worship people or people worship me, I hate it. I just want to help you sort out the relationship."

"The origin of my life is divided into three people, three-foot sword, and I have Donghuang Taiyi. We are like one person, and we are the same generation. In terms of generation, Taiyi is like your father. If you are in love together, do you feel any disharmonious?"

"You... are really..." Li Hua angrily said, and hurriedly retreated back into the room.

She was an elf and weird person and never suffered any loss in words, but Chen Pan's identity was too special. She said she didn't recognize her, but she respected Pangu too much, so she could not let go of Chen Pan. How could she withstand such a teasing?

Donghuang Taiyi also coughed and looked at the sky and said, "This knife is a treasure. After rushing into hell, he seemed to be looking for something. The noise was quite loud at that time, which made them want to collect it, but no one could succeed. After a long time of trouble, the knife found another place to hide, as if it was sleeping."

"Lihua was worried that it would cause the six realms of reincarnation, so she kept staring at it. The knife has been sleeping for millions of years. Today, for some reason, suddenly there was movement... Could it be because he came?"

This is naturally referring to Chen Weiming.

Chen Pan shook his head: "Of course not, this knife has nothing to do with him."

"Oh?" Dong Huang Taiyi looked over and said, "What do you mean, do you know the origin of this knife?"

Chen Pan nodded: "This knife is a weapon from the ancient times, that is, my era. Its origin is also extraordinary. It was a strange man who taught the disciples of the supreme level... The supreme of that era was much more valuable than the supreme now, and it was like an extremely powerful existence."

"Before my disciples received it, this person collected countless treasures of heaven and earth, the spiritual veins of heaven and earth, and then obtained the acquired treasures made by 300 million unjust souls condensed into sword spirits... The treasures of that era were much more valuable than they are now. It was a great event to see them at a glance. This knife is in line with the death pattern, and is the treasure inherited by Fengdu Mingdi, and is called the Dao of the Underworld..."

Speaking of this, the voice suddenly stopped, and suddenly became stunned, as if he had thought of something, and then slapped his thigh: "Ming Dagger, Ming Dagger... This matter shouldn't be such a coincidence!"

"Oh?" Donghuang Taiyi asked immediately: "What's the matter?"

Chen Pan hurriedly said: "After the sword refiner accepted his disciples, he used extreme methods to teach his disciples. All the disciples killed each other, and the person who survived finally got the sword. He wanted his disciples to be heartless and unrestrained... This disciple was the most outstanding genius of that era, and had achieved three hundred years of success... the Immortal King."

"Fortunately, things are unpredictable in the world. This master is completely conscientious, but his apprentice is a person of temperament. He was forced to do everything his master wanted him to do, but he was not heartless. This person once saved me his life, so he remembered it deeply and respected it very much."

"Since this sword has been psychic, the purpose of coming to hell is probably to find his master."

"The past has changed. Everything is wrong and people are not bad. I never thought I could see him. But this time when I came with Chen Weiming, I used a secret method to help a soul condense his body. This person happened to be called Ming Dao. I feel that this may be more than a coincidence, and this knife is probably looking for him."

"Interesting!" Dong Huang Taiyi took a sip: "This master... also knows that he is full of conscience!"

Chen Pan heard his voice intentionally and thought for a moment, and knew why. Donghuang Taiyi's life narrowed down, and it was so similar to the forced disciple he said, and was forced to embark on the path of a strong man by various plots. He immediately smiled, not saying much, but just looked at the sky, watched the knife fly across the hell wasteland, and flew to the battlefield.

Also looking at the sky curtain was Chen Weiming. He was trapped by the means of Donghuang Taiyi and was forced to fight against the spirits condensed by the flames.

The strength of those spirits depends entirely on Donghuang Taiyi's will. If you explain it thoroughly, it is Donghuang Taiyi who is controlling these spirits. His opponent is not flame, but Donghuang Taiyi.

The legendary Demon Emperor who has reached the strongest journey by fighting and killing has not only possessed the world's best combat talent, but also has a lot of combat experience.

He did not use too much fantasy flame magic. Those flame spirits were just the most direct fist skills, and he was also busy and pale in comparison and was extremely embarrassed.

He knew that Donghuang Taiyi would not kill him, and even if he lay on the ground, he would not be in danger of his life. But how could he be willing to be looked down upon so much, and he tried his best to deal with it.

On the curtain of the sky, the moment the knife appeared, he divided a ray of spiritual consciousness and looked over. Although he was not clear about what the knife was like, there was one thing that was beyond doubt. Things that were paid attention to in such places would never be simple.

The Death Sword flew into the battlefield and someone immediately looked over.

Although the battlefield is extremely anxious at this moment, people from both the kingdom of heaven and the reincarnation of hell hope to collect this treasure.

Hell can also be called the Death Jedi. In such a place, all the power related to death can be greatly enhanced. There can be a treasure born from death, even the Hunyuan Emperor can fight against the Supreme.

There were many people who took action, but it was meaningless. The long sword easily swung by one figure, like a white horse passing by, passing through the clouds and rushing towards the front.

There was a figure there, which was being besieged by a large number of spiritual bodies. Among them, there were Emperor Hunyuan, who were one after another and in danger.
Chapter completed!