Online game: Only I can see the hidden information

Two words echoed in the sky above the Fifth Abyss.

you guess.

The man in white left, the swordsman left, as if they had never been there.

The Fifth Demon God sat on the throne, his face grim.

"Really...fake...fake...really..."

He couldn't tell.

At that moment, He truly understood what it meant to be "unaware of one's own existence while dreaming."

Unfortunately, it was too late.

...

Lan Zhexian and Ye Bai traveled together, following behind their second brother.

Ye Bai couldn't help but exclaim, "So handsome!"

"Is he handsome?"

Lan Zhexian smiled.

"There are even more handsome ones."

Ye Bai's eyes lit up. "Let me see?"

"it is good."

Lan Zhexian nodded and said earnestly,

"Did you know that there are four ways to use the sword to save the world?"

Ye Bai: ......

If you're going to talk about this, then I'm getting sleepy!

slip away.

There are actually four moves to save the day!

frenzied!

Are you planning to do something really fancy?

Learning to save the world from collapse once was already a huge burden for Ye Bai!

Do you know how much psychological trauma a single move that turns the tide will leave on a level 200 supreme seed?

The voice without a trace came from ahead.

"I'll teach you again when the Heavenly King Sword appears in the First Abyss."

Ye Bai felt a chill run down his spine and had no choice but to agree.

"good!"

After this journey into the abyss, Ye Bai deeply realized his own weakness.

There was no way around it; whether it was Xue Meng, Ninth Master, or Xiaoyao and Wuhen, they were all powerful figures who had been famous for many years.

In terms of both strength and talent, these people are among the best.

Among them were two supreme experts.

Compared to these people, Ye Bai is only temporarily less prominent.

High emotional intelligence: Ye Bai is the weakest.

Low emotional intelligence: Ye Bai has the greatest potential for improvement

"It's time to go back."

Ye Bai didn't know if it was his imagination or his eyes playing tricks on him.

The already blurry, invisible figure ahead seemed to have faded even further.

Lan Zhexian stood in front of Ye Bai, blocking his view, and gestured for him to enter.

"This way, please."

During this time together, Ye Bai had roughly figured out some of the relationships between the characters.

The relationship between Lan Zhexian and Wuhen should be similar to that between Ninth Master and Nightmare.

They are bosom friends, sharing joys and sorrows.

After the great battle with the supreme demon god, even the strongest human warriors would inevitably suffer some problems.

The people who actually manage their forces and handle various emergencies are the ones who follow them around.

Ninth Master is in charge of the Shadows, and Lan Zhexian is in charge of the Sword Slaves.

The Pavilion of All Things...managed by goblin underlings?

Zhao Qian, the master of the Myriad Things Pavilion, is a ninth-level War God, but apart from dealing with Asuras in the Trading Secret Realm on a daily basis, he is not well-known.

Zhao Qian is also an interesting person; it is said that he is only interested in money.

These three individuals actually demonstrate the profound foundation of the strongest individuals.

Of the three, Ninth Master is undoubtedly the strongest, Lan Zhexian is second, and Zhao Qian is last.

The ranking of the three forces should also be in this manner.

Ye Bai, who had been politely seen off by Lan Zhexian, didn't forget to turn back and shout in the direction of Wuhen.

"Second brother, see you later!"

My deskmate and I are both your fans!

Second brother?

Upon hearing the address Ye Bai used, Wuhen was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized what was happening and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Interesting kid.

Unlike that wooden Taoist priest, who was bored and restless.

Lan Zhexian took Shura away, and Wuhen wandered alone in the void, with the figures of sword slaves constantly appearing around him.

Every time He does something, a sword servant will hold a green bamboo tube and record every word and action.

The habit of leaving no trace also influenced Lan Zhexian.

On certain occasions, Lan Zhexian would also have his sword servant record a few things.

For example, the small matter of Lan Zhexian's great victory over Shura just now.

Wuhen suddenly stopped, and all the sword slaves stopped as well.

"remember."

"I have gained some understanding of swordsmanship, and I have passed on a few sword techniques to my adopted son."

After saying this, the white-clad swordsman vanished from his spot, and the sword slave also left.

...

On the remnants of the stitched abyss.

"One hundred and sixty! One hundred and sixty!"

Xue Meng brandished his halberd, his face full of excitement.

The hammer is 80, but Xue Meng feels that the Fangtian Halberd brings double the joy, at least 160!

With each strike he unleashed, a portion of the Abyss Plane crumbled in the void, its primordial power dissipating.

The stitched abyss, which was originally on the verge of evolving into a large abyssal plane, has shrunk by half in a short time.

At Xue Meng's pace, the purification will be completely completed in less than half a day.

brush--

Countless white sword energies surged forth, crushing everything into dust, and the remaining abyssal plane was instantly purified.

At the very center of this storm of sword energy, a figure in white appeared.

"Second Father?"

Xue Meng subconsciously hid the halberd behind his back, afraid that his second father would see it.

Wuhen casually remarked, "Nice weapon. What's it called? Who gave it to you?"

Xue Meng confessed honestly, "The halberd given to me by Shura."

He quickly added,

"It was bought with money, not given away for free!"

Shura only ever gave Xue Meng three things:

Bill, bill, and the damn bill again!

Shura gave him one-third of the fourth demonic tortoise, causing Xue Meng to declare bankruptcy.

A halberd, who knows how much Xue Meng will have to pay for it!

Fortunately, Xue Meng was quick-witted and made a lot of money this time in the Stitching Abyss dimension.

"Look closely, this sword is called 'Nanke,' and this sword is called 'Huangliang.'"

As he spoke, Wuhen unleashed two sword strikes.

Xue Meng's eyes instantly turned serious as he stared at the two sword lights until they completely disappeared into the void.

"Did you learn it?"

Xue Meng nodded, "I've learned it."

Xue Meng's talent in swordsmanship is second to none in the world.

There is only one person who can master more than 30,000 sword techniques without leaving a trace.

Of course, there are very few people in the entire human race who are willing to teach swordsmanship.

Wuhen unleashed four consecutive sword strikes.

"This sword, in my dream, I was unaware that I was a guest."

"This sword, for a moment's pleasure."

"This sword, like flowing water and fallen flowers, signifies the passing of spring."

"This sword is a treasure of heaven and earth."

Xue Meng scratched his head, seemingly recalling something, and fell into deep thought.

As I pondered this, my hands moved involuntarily.

I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, and I am greedy for a while.

Spring has gone with the flowing water and falling flowers, a world apart.

These four lines are all from a poem by Li Yu, the last ruler of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

He wielded the halberd tens of thousands of times, unleashing wave after wave of blood energy.

They only stopped when Xue Meng was covered in sweat and steaming hot.

"I've learned it."

"it is good."

After saying that, Wuhen disappeared from the spot, and his figure seemed to fade even further.

Xue Meng was unsurprised. He carried his halberd and the crimson hammer, and hurried back towards Blue Star.

His face lit up with joy, and he kept muttering to himself.

"We've made a killing this time!"

"Go home, go home!"

...

As they sped along, Ye Bai felt the scenery around him rushing past.

"Old Nine is already waiting for you on the other side of the portal."

Lan Zhexian spoke up.

"I will have Xue Meng deliver the sword case I promised to give you."

"Thanks!"

Ye Bai is very polite.

The two continued their journey, hoping to return to Blue Star sooner, which would give Ye Bai a greater sense of security.

Ninth Master, I'm back!

...

Outside the Eternal Tower lies the Eternal Forest.

He was somewhat surprised when Ying Jiu left.

"Strange, why isn't Madman Huo making a move?"

Logically speaking, if I were to appear nearby, Huo Fengzi should have provoked me.

This quietness is not in line with Huo Fengzi's personality.

Never mind all that, let's go pick up that kid, Shura.

With the nightmare watching, Huo Fengzi can't stir up any trouble.

Deep within the Eternal Forest, a terrifying pressure emanated, and no one dared to approach.

Even a war god-level expert would feel a chill run down their spine when faced with this oppressive aura.

The coffin lid was carelessly tossed aside, and the black coffin lay upside down on the ground.

The black coffin was empty.