"Woo woo woo woo--"

The three-tailed ink lizard, whose hind legs were suddenly cut off by the wind blade, was so painful that his eyes were so bitter that he kept crying. He had no choice but to hold the strange thing in his mouth, and he could not shout out, so he could only squeeze out a low voice from his throat. At this time, this guy's condition is, let alone running forward, it will be difficult for him to stand firm.

"Beast, spit out the things in your mouth!" In an instant, the ancient wilderness roar flew not far in front of the ink lizard, and then said, squinting at the embarrassed guy.

The three-tailed ink lizard was so angry that it shook its whole body. Its blood-filled eyes stared at the roar, and actually shook its head viciously, refusing to submit.

"Wow, you're quite tough, interesting." Gu Huang said with a grim smile: "Then I'll see how long you can last!"

"Swish!"

"Puchi, puchi!"

As soon as he said this, Roar swung out two wind blades again, cutting off the other hind leg of the ink lizard and its three long tails, which immediately caused blood to flow into the wound.

"Roar!" At this time, the black lizard finally couldn't contain the extreme pain and roared loudly.

"Click!" The thing in its mouth fell to the ground. At the same time, the King of Golden Stool rushed to the front with a thunderous momentum, threw out the thin silk of spiritual energy and wrapped it around the thing, and then quickly pulled it to his side.

"Aowu?!" Seeing this scene, the broken tailed ink lizard was so angry that it almost vomited an old mouthful of blood.

"Haha, let me see what this thing is." As he said that, the King of Golden Stories looked down and found that the thing that the ink lizard was a strange thing that was covered with mysterious twisted patterns and was about two feet long. It really didn't see what it was for.

"The aura of the evil god's remnant soul is emitted, which must have something to do with that guy. Even if it is not a remnant limb, it will be of other use. Take it back and show it to Mr. Guan first."

After making up his mind, the King of Golden Swords wrapped the object with his own mysterious spiritual treasure, and then let several glittering black stings hold it together to carry it. At this moment, Roar asked: "Second brother, how should this broken tailed ink lizard be handled?"

"It's already a disabled person. It's too troublesome to take him away. Just kill him and just take the soul body."

"Okay." Hearing this, Gu Huang Roar laughed loudly, and immediately released the wind blades that contained the aura of fire spirit hit the ink lizard one after another, causing it to turn into ashes in several breaths.

...

After a while, the King of Golden Swords and Roar returned to the meeting place and met Guan Heng and other companions.

"Master Guan, look, this is what we took from the three-tailed ink lizard." After that, the King of Golden Sword handed the item to Guan Heng.

"Buzz buzz!" At this moment, before Guan Heng could speak, the remaining soul of the evil god imprisoned in the fire spirit balloon above his head became violently restless.

"Huh? What's going on?" Guan Heng glanced at the remnant souls, then raised his hand and pointed. The fire spirit balloon suddenly soared in temperature. The remnant souls screamed in pain, and then calmed down.

"Aheng, look at the attitude of these remnants of souls. The thing in your hand may have a lot to do with the ancient evil god."

"Well, you guessed it should be right." After hearing Qing Huang's words, Guan Heng nodded and then continued: "The pattern on the surface of this thing seems to be a bit similar to the Fuhun Urn."

"What? Let's take a look." Yan Xin, Ruotao and the others said, as they surrounded him and looked at the thing left and right. Even the Demon King and the Armor King came over. Everyone nodded, sometimes shook their heads, and talked a lot, but they didn't say anything.

Suddenly, the Shui Xuanling Beast pointed at the object and said, "Hey, Guan Heng, the surface of this thing is covered with a layer of things, like blood and soil, why not wash them off?"

"Haha, if you don't remind me, I'll almost forget it." Guan Heng said, handing the object to it and saying, "Then you will do it."

"Hehe, I mean it!"

"Huh--swish!" The next moment, the water Xuanling Beast spit out a stream of water spirit energy to cover the things in Guan Heng's hand, surging and scrubbing it repeatedly. The blood stains and soil on it continued to fall off and fell to the ground.

"Hey, it's a short sword!" Ruotao shouted in a low voice: "The pattern on the sword is quite beautiful in size."

"Beautiful is beautiful, it exudes a hint of evil spirit." Qing Huang said: "It is almost exactly the same as the breath of the evil god's remnant soul."

"Didn't you see that this thing has anything to do with the evil god so far?" Guan Heng raised his lips slightly and said casually: "I guessed it a long time ago."

"What, you know, young master, why don't you tell us quickly?" Ruotao urged: "Speak quickly, talk quickly."

"Oh, so I said you lacked patience to observe things before, and now you are at a disadvantage." Guan Heng smiled and said, "How many times have we seen the evil god stone statue and the metal statue? Everyone has forgotten that this guy has a multi-arm shape and has he still held several weapons?"

"Uh?!" Hearing this, Qing Huang's mind flashed and he immediately said, "I remembered that one of the evil gods' arms seemed to be holding a short sword, which looks like they were..."

Speaking of this, she reached out and pointed at the thing in her palm and continued: "It's exactly the same as this one."

"That's right." Guan Heng nodded and said, "If I'm right, this short sword is one of the weapons of the ancient evil gods. Unexpectedly, it fell to the mouth of the three-tailed ink lizard and was recaptured by the Golden Sword King and Roar."

"Then we are really lucky."

Yan Xin said: "With such a thing, it should be easier to find the residual souls and limbs of the evil gods."

"Maybe."

Guan Heng looked at the Xuanwen Short Sword, and then said, "Although this thing has a trace of the residual soul of the evil god, the overall feeling is incompatible with the evil spirit of the evil god. Instead, it is closer to the breath of the soul-recovering urn. Perhaps if these two things are together, you will see more clues. Let me try it."

"Bang! Hugh..." He said this, and soon, he suddenly closed his five fingers and held the hilt of the sword, releasing a burst of extremely hot fire spirit enveloping the sword body. "Hughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Huh!" The moment the remnant soul floated out of the sword, he wanted to escape, but Guan Heng did not allow it to do so. He suddenly stretched out his two fingers and bounced it into the fireball that imprisoned other remnant souls, and was also suffering from the burning of flames.

At the same time, Guan Heng walked to the Fuhun Gun with a short sword, "Buzzing and buzzing!" The next moment, the big belly urn suddenly shook a few times, and the short sword in Guan Heng's palm also burst into a faint light, but then the light slowly disappeared.
Chapter completed!