Speaking of which, in the ghost market, after the resurrection of the great god Dongyue, the ghost market was not affected at all. The ghost ghosts should still do whatever they want.

Mao Xiaoxiao and Li Bai were still communicating. I don’t know how long it took Mao Xiaoxiao to be stunned.

But when Mao Xiaoxiao was stunned, Mao Xiaoxiao found that it turned into a green chaotic world in front of him.

In that world, sword shadows turned into sword curtains that raised the sky and fell from the sky. The sword shadows on the ground were hazy and vast, and countless broken swords were pierced on the ground. This is a world of sword tombs and swords!

As for Mao Xiaoxiao standing there, not far away, a stone man was rapidly shedding the rocks.

It was a stone sculpture standing on the top of the sword tomb. The stone sculptures were as tall as the two, and countless beast-shaped marks were sealed on them, like lion's claw marks, or like tooth marks of beasts, densely packed.

At this moment, countless marks are reviving rapidly, and at the moment of reviving, they are shattered madly again.

As the mark disappeared, countless gravels shattered, and among the stone sculptures, a living person slowly revealed his true posture!

When the last ray of ashes dissipated from the stone sculpture, a golden blurred light shone on the man on the sword tomb. In the entire lifeless sword tomb, the extremely powerful vitality began to rise.

For some reason, Mao Xiaoxiao was a little afraid of that power. The power released the Buddha with endless destruction and the aura of the sword!

What kind of person is that? Standing there, the green clothes are as green as a sword lotus, peerless and elegant as a charming, elegant and elegant as a beautiful tree, elegant and graceful as a tree of pear blossoms over the crabapple, these are not enough to describe his elegance.

Standing there, standing proudly under the sky, with a bright and fair face, a cold and handsome face with a sharp edge and deep black eyes, a charming color.

The thick eyebrows, high nose, and beautiful lips all show nobility and elegance.

Standing there, his shiny and vertical hair, his slanted sword eyebrows, his slender and sharp black eyes, his thin and light pursed lips, his angular outline, and his slender, tall but not rough figure, just like an eagle in the night.

The cold and arrogant person is still arrogant, and the lonely and independent exudes the power of looking down on the world!

If Li Bai was just a simple and elegant temperament before, then the man in the sword tomb not only had elegant and unruly, but also handsome, elegant, arrogant, cold, and murderous intent...

For such a person, one word can only be used to describe it. One more word is an insult to him. That word is - immortal!

He is an extreme perfectionist. You can't see any flaws in him. He has no flaws. His words and deeds and releases Buddha are in accordance with the rules of heaven and earth.

He stood there, even a generation of celestial masters like Mao Xiaoxiao were aware of the deep pressure.

The gentle and smiling swordsman in the long robe of Qinglian stood in the air, as if he was sighing, sometimes raising his head and yelling something, sometimes lying down and sighing something.

Mao Xiaoxiao tried hard to see, but couldn't see his facial features clearly.

He stood there, and some of the words he said could still be heard clearly. "Haotian, you can't seal me after all, hahaha..."

"Only after being killed, you can live, and then you can break it and then be established. My thousand-year drunken journey finally ends. The day when the sword tomb is revived, and when the poetry immortal turns into a sword immortal..."

"I have no regrets in my life!"

"But you have passed away! Haha!"

“…”

The aura became stronger, and a breath belonging to the heavenly god revived on Li Bai's body.

Mao Xiaoxiao wanted to say something, but suddenly found that there was an unspeakable power in the sword tomb, imprisoning him.

The immortal who was straying into the air looked at Mao Xiaoxiao. Whether he was a poet or a sword fairy, he was a fairy. His voice was always extremely gentle, and it was touching the hearts of the people, as if he was talking to himself.

"Let's go back, we'll meet again, just in a while..."

The man waved his hand, and Mao Xiaoxiao felt that the front of him was confused in an instant.

When Mao Xiaoxiao woke up again, Mao Xiaoxiao opened her eyes again, and there was only a wine bottle with warmth in front of her.

Mao Xiaoxiao's right index finger broke a hole at some point, and his fingers were dripping blood, and the blood dripped on the wine glass that Li Hei was holding just now.

The wine glass with blood was drunk at this moment, and the ghost drinking was gone.

Mao Xiaoxiao felt a little headache. What was everything she saw just now? And what is Li Bai's identity? All of this is so curious.

The most important thing is what the other person says to him in the end means.

While thinking, Mao Xiaoxiao grabbed the wine bottle that Li Bai had used. There were traces of his own blood on the edge of the wine bottle.

When did he cut my fingers, when did he fight me against wine?

Many mysteries enveloped Mao Xiaoxiao's heart, which made him quite troubled.

"Don't think about so much about some things." At this time, a familiar voice rang in Mao Xiaoxiao's ears.

Mao Xiaoxiao turned her head and saw a familiar figure standing behind her.

Seeing the other party clearly, Mao Xiaoxiao immediately saluted: "See the master in the small path."

Mao Xiaoxiao's actions surprised the ghosts around him, and he didn't understand why he saluted again regardless of the occasion.

"Get up." Jiang Yun waved his hand and used his divine power to lift Mao Xiaoxiao up.

"How did you appear here?" Jiang Yun asked Mao Xiaoxiao.

Jiang Yun, who had just separated from Li Qian and others, discovered that the ghost market still existed and was not affected by the war between the heaven and the underworld.

Jiang Yun, who was curious, came to the ghost market again, but he didn't expect that he met Mao Xiaoxiao after he left.

"The path came to the ghost market to find a inherited ghost weapon. This ghost weapon was once sealed by my Mao family, but it was lost unexpectedly. Now I have received news that it appeared in the ghost market and the family sent a path to find it."

Mao Xiaoxiao explained his origin in a singular way.

Finally, he explained the ghost weapon. According to Mao Xiaoxiao, it was a sealed ghost treasure, which was said to be sealed with ancient evil ghosts.

But if it is sealed, no one can open it.

"Yes." Jiang Yun nodded, and then said: "There are many hidden existences in the ghost market. Mao Xiaoxiao, be careful."

"Mr. Xie is concerned, but Li Bai said just now..."

"You can't contact this matter. If you have to know, you will tell you everything when you become a god." Jiang Yun said lightly.

He was also quite surprised by Mao Xiaoxiao's identity. If Jiang Yun had not been a second-grade master, he would have never expected that Mao Xiaoxiao would be that person, the existence who should have fallen.

……To be continued………

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!