A thin sword that was pitch black all over appeared in the old man's hand. The sword body was wrapped with a thin film that was isolated from the space. Old man Tian carefully held the hilt and handed it to Wang Wu.

Wang Wu was about to take it openly, but he heard Dr. Qin exclaim: "Elder Tian, ​​is this the cursed magic sword!?"

Wang Wu immediately glared at Old Tian: "Cursed weapons? Old man, do you want to conspire to usurp the throne??"

Elder Tian smiled bitterly: "Pope, you misunderstood. The cursed magic sword does have a negative effect on the holder, but that is only for the incompetent. In the hands of the controller of the dark power, it will become an invincible artifact. When it is cast, it is to act as the Pope's scepter!"

"Oh? Pope's Scepter? How could such a religiously memorable thing fall into the Sky Arena?"

The old man explained: "When the Dark Church was in a downturn and the Sky Arena was gradually out of control, a pope mortgaged the magic sword in order to regain the loyalty of the arena."

Wang Wu sighed in surprise: "I am really enduring humiliation. Shouldn't this thing be as uncontacted as a wife? It was actually mortgaged out... How was the pope like that? Did the ZTE church?"

Mr. Tian said lightly: "No, the pope later became one of the directors of the arena and never admitted what kind of church he was. He later completed the championship of the Sky Arena with his own hands, and exchanged for the intervention of the Church of Light to cleanse the previous forces. From then on, he lived a happy life with an annual salary of tens of millions, and received unanimous praise from many southerners."

"…The pope's surname is Ge or Ye?"

"It seems that his surname is Mi... In short, since then, the cursed magic sword has become a collection of the arena. The Pope at that time lost the power to control the magic sword because of betrayal of the church, but this magic sword was ultimately a magic weapon and was not handed over to the church of Light. Later, the Liberty Alliance **, when the Pope passed away, the magic sword was hung on the first place in the arena's redemption list. The points required for redemption were astronomical and special conditions were met... In short, it was just to be put to the table and did not intend to really send it out. Now that the current Pope has arrived, the object will naturally return to the original owner."

As Mr. Tian said, handing the magic sword into Wang Wu's hand. As soon as Wang Wu took it, the film on the sword broke open, and a heart-wrenching force soaked from the hilt of the sword, causing Wang Wu to tremble all over.

This magic sword is really amazing... Wang Wu clearly felt that the dark divine kingdom, which had already begun to take shape in his dream, was like a hole being pierced through by someone. The energy was lost like a flood discharge.

At the same time, the slender sword body of the magic sword suddenly ignited a faint purple fire.

Old Tian widened his eyes and took a few steps back: "Fire in the Abyss? I didn't expect this legendary fire to really exist!"

Wang Wu asked with great interest: "What? Is this kind of flame particularly lethal? "

"No, there is no lethality. The flames on the magic sword are just the product of the sword master's energy leakage, and the fire in the abyss just looks special."

“…”

"However, theoretically, only the legendary son of Darkness can summon the faint purple fire. At that time, the owner of this magic sword, the color of the flame was sky blue. It has been known as a genius. The darker the color of this flame, the purer the energy of the sword master, which is somewhat similar to the level of the realm of the emptiness and brightness of the dream builders. It is an innate decision and it is difficult to make up for it after heaven. The faint purple abyss fire is the highest level in the world, and the Pope is indeed powerful."

Wang Wu was not satisfied, the highest level in the world? In other words, if you look at it from the standards of a god, you would not pass it? Unfortunately, his current opponent is exactly the god.

Flame means the energy leakage of the sword master? It seems that this is true. The magic sword is like a bridge connecting the dream space and the real plane, perfectly realizing the power of the dream, such as the dark divine power, in the real plane. There is no need to say much about this magical place - many dream builders are eager to cross the sky to build a bridge between dreams and reality. The cursed magic sword can naturally do this.

It is worthy of being the Pope's scepter, no. This kind of magic weapon is luxurious even if the Pope uses it. It looks like the work of a god no matter how you look at it?

Could it be that when the Dark Church was in decline, the Dark God personally handed it to the Pope at that time, trying to serve as the capital for ZTE to turn the tables?

Then... the Pope, who was highly anticipated, personally cut off the hope of the Dark Church. From then on, the church fell below the issue price, and the Dark God became a dessert for Guru. It was so alas... Hahaha! Although it was a tragedy, I just wanted to laugh for some reason.

"What a rude laugh!"

?

The laughter in Wang Wu's mind came to an abrupt end - because the sudden extra sound was so strange.

"Xiaobai. Is it you?"

Bai Shixuan in the dream space was also puzzled: "It's not me."

"It's me, mortal!"

Wang Wu found the dark temple of the dungeon along the direction of the sound, and saw the master of the sound on the throne in the temple hall.

"Xiaozhen? Why are you here? You are so naughty about changing into black clothes, what are you doing?"

While sighing helplessly in the tone of a parent of a child, Wang Wuyi took two steps forward to pull Xiaozhen off and slapped her ass twice.

Xiaozhen stared at Wang Wu with incredible shock, and touched him back with his little hand, as if he was confirming the pain. After a few seconds, his eyes quickly became wet, as if he was encountering the freshness of a pervert.

"You, you dare to touch me!"

Wang Wu was also shocked. One thing that was originally serious and serious - parents educated their children. After Xiao Zhen said this, how could he be portrayed as a scene where Wang Evil Young Master bullied good women?

"...It seems that I still haven't fought enough. If I haven't seen each other for a few days, you have let Liuli be poisoned."

As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to beat him again.

Xiaozhen fled all the way: "Stop, you rude! Do you know who I am?"

"Stop making trouble, I still gave you your name...wait."

Wang Wu finally realized something was wrong. Although the little girl in front of him seemed to be carved out in the same mold, his bust was incomparable. Xiao Zhen was flat, but the girl in front of him was the eastern hills.

To be safe, Wang Wu made the final confirmation: "Did you go for breast augmentation surgery?"

"rude!"

The little girl was once again so angry that her eyes were red and her arms were wrapped around her, covering her well-developed chest.

"...It seems that it's not Xiaozhen, so I'm sorry I'm too late to ask. Who are you? Why did you appear here?"

The little girl was surprised and wondered. Seeing that Wang Wu had no intention of contacting her skin for the time being, she calmed down and sorted out her black and gorgeous dress, and spoke slowly and solemnly: "I am the controller of darkness, the driver of the night, and the oldest god in the continent..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Wu: "Dark God?"

"Yes." The little girl nodded very seriously and proudly, and with that gorgeous dress, she looked like a princess.

Wang Wu observed the other party for a long time before speaking: "Do you have an ID card?"

"……What?"

"Where is the work permit? The unit's letter of introduction is also fine. Otherwise, you have nothing to say, why should I believe it?"

The little girl opened her mouth wide and was stunned for a long time but couldn't react to what she should answer.

"You...have you heard of anyone in this world who is qualified to issue certificates to the God of Darkness?"

"Even if others are not qualified to send it, you should send it to yourself, right? For example, the imperial emperor has an emperor's jade seal at least. Is there no other proof you except this Lo suit?"

The little girl was stunned for a long time: "No."

"Then let it go." Wang Wu shook his head and prepared to drive out the people.

"Wait! You, don't you want to get the power of the Dark God? Don't you want to know the secret behind Feng Chen's history? Don't you want to know how to fight against the Demon God of the World?"

The little girl's series of questions finally made Wang Wu a little more honest.

"Are you really a God of Darkness?"

The little girl continued to look up proudly: "Of course...it's right."

After that, I was obviously deflated again.

"I can only be regarded as the successor of the Dark God. As you know, the true Dark God has been swallowed up."

Afterwards, the little girl briefly introduced her origin.

Rather than saying that the Dark God is the sword spirit that curses the Demon Sword. This Demon Sword was indeed created and given to the Pope by the Dark God himself, trying to turn the tables on this magical artifact during the decline of the church.

However, when it comes to artifacts, they are not patented and specialties of the Dark Church. The Church of Light occupies more resources on the mainland, and it will only be more convenient to create artifacts. If you want to turn the tables, you need a more divine artifact than artifacts.

So the Dark God made a big move. She divided her origin into part and injected it into the Demon Sword. With the blessing of the original power of the gods, the power of the Demon Sword will be unparalleled. At the same time, this is also a judgment made by the Dark God's intuition - a disaster is coming, so she must leave a way out for herself.

What happened afterwards fully proved the foresight of this move. The split original power gave her the opportunity to survive under the erosion of Guru. The only pity was that the spokesperson in the world she liked betrayed the faith and suffered heavy damage. The origin of the gods was almost exhausted for hundreds of years, and her personalized image also turned from a high-ranking goddess to a little girl in strange costumes.

If Wang Wu had not obtained this magic sword and easily suppressed the side effects and awakened her with his pure magic power, he would probably have completely died in the long years.

"Hey, so, you're a waste now?"

"...I just lost the power of the gods, but the knowledge and wisdom of the gods are still preserved, and can guide you. And as long as you are willing to inject enough magic into me, I can also exert the combat power of the gods."

"Are you going to replenish the demons? Let's talk about it when you get the approval from the Lord of the Harem... Moreover, if the opponent is Gulu, the power of the gods doesn't seem to be enough."

However, the Dark God was a little angry: "Just kidding! If I had been completely prepared back then and had no God of Light, Chaos would not do anything to me!"

"Anyway, it doesn't matter how you play NB now..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to (.) vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
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