Chapter 535: Must Kill Mara

The Realm of Death and Silence is a world of gray and white interwoven, with eternal desolation and silence lingering between heaven and earth.

The earth and rivers are grayish white, and the rocks, trees, and all living things are grayish white, lifeless and dull. Staying in this place for a long time makes one feel suffocated.

"Jian Ge, did you see it? On top of that pale sacred mountain is the mother of the Silent Demon Sword!"

Bai Jiange and Jian Chi were both wrapped in thick grey robes, their faces hidden under their hoods.

"Senior Sword Maniac, if this magic sword is so powerful, why don't the strong men of the Silent Alien Clan wield it themselves, but keep it here?"

Bai Jiange glanced around obscurely. From time to time, a group of gray-robed people with strange auras would pass by him. The Dead Silence Realm was an alien race with the smallest population. Just like this desolate world, it was rare to meet a living person after walking for half a day.

The reason why so many of the Silent Alien Race gathered here was because of the Silent Demon Sword on the Pale Divine Mountain. Surrounding this mountain, at the foot of the mountain was a huge city, where many of the Silent Alien Race gathered.

"It's not that they don't want to, but they can't do it. This sword of annihilation is too evil. Without its approval, even a strong man in the tenth realm dare not touch it."

"Moreover, the status of this Devil Sword of Annihilation is extremely special. Look at them..."

The sword maniac raised his head slightly and glanced at the gray-robed man who was kneeling devoutly towards the Pale Divine Mountain on the street.

"These guys have taken the Devil Sword of Annihilation as their faith, and a force called the Holy Sword Cult was born from it. This city is under the control of this force."

"If we want to get close to the Devil Sword of Annihilation, we must find a way to bypass their blockade. Fortunately, we have arrived at the right time. It is almost the Holy Day of Sword Sacrifice, which takes place once every ten thousand years."

The sword maniac looked solemn and couldn't help but tighten the long sword behind him. The two of them were taking a huge risk by sneaking into this place. If their tracks were exposed, they would probably be besieged and killed.

The long sword on his back was the one he used to destroy the ancient world of Mingyu. It was a powerful sword from the alien race of Annihilation, which was bred by collecting a wisp of breath from the mother body of the Annihilation Demon Sword.

Although it only contains a trace of the mother's breath, its power is extremely terrifying, comparable to the most advanced immortal weapon. Moreover, the power of annihilation and calamity in it is of extremely high grade, which cannot be compared with immortal weapons.

It was also the aura of annihilation emanating from the sword that allowed them to disguise themselves as the alien race of annihilation and deceive the perception of those gray-robed men.

"Senior Sword Maniac, do you really believe in this guy Moro?"

Bai Jiange frowned slightly. He always felt that Moro was too evil and not trustworthy.

"Of course I don't believe him!"

The sword maniac's eyes revealed extreme anger. He had been fooled by Moro once. This bald ass had promised him something but had not done it at all.

From the beginning to the end, he was a pawn of Moro and the World of Death and Silence. Not only did Moro use him to destroy the Ten Evils of the Ancient World, but the sword behind him also controlled his mind.

He was almost becoming the sacrifice to purify the mother body of the Destruction Demon Sword, only because he possessed the special physique of the innate Tribulation Sword Body, which was most compatible with the Destruction Demon Sword.

If he had not escaped the control of the magic sword at the last moment, he would have died long ago. He would probably have thought that when he died, he had kept his promise and fished out the true spirits of his relatives from the depths of the Mother River.

It was such a sad and worthless death, how could he not be angry? Unfortunately, he had a fatal handle in the hands of Moro.

"Jian Ge, the true spirit of my loved one is now in the hands of Moro. I was not wrong. He did take action to retrieve the true spirit. I have to do as he said."

"Humph! Moro is still too arrogant. Don't worry, even if the magic sword is handed over to him, he will not be able to use it."

The two communicated secretly and had already walked into a huge restaurant while talking. It was not far from the Holy Day of Sword Sacrifice. The believers who came from all over the world made the city seem particularly noisy and prosperous.

The two rented a small courtyard and set up many isolation formations, feeling relieved.

"Senior Sword Maniac, what is the origin of Morota? He was able to salvage the dormant True Spirit from the Mother River. This heaven-defying method is truly incredible!"

Bai Jiange's eyes were filled with shock. Until now he had not yet digested this information. The Mother River is supreme. No one knows where it is, yet it is everywhere.

Ordinary people only know that all true spirits must return to the Mother River, be washed by the Mother River, and then enter reincarnation. However, they have no idea what the Mother River is and what it looks like, let alone entering the Mother River to salvage the true spirits.

"Alas, this world is very big and full of unknown secrets. It is normal for some unknown things to exist."

Jianchi sighed slightly, then took out the wine jug, filled Bai Jiange's glass, and drank it all himself. With a lonely look in his eyes, he continued, "The Mother River is great and mysterious, and what we humans lack the most is the curiosity to explore."

"For countless years, research on the Mother River and the True Spirit has never stopped, and some achievements have been made. The Mother River Corpse Retrievers are one of these achievements. They are a very secretive group of guys."

"The conditions for selecting disciples for inheritance are extremely harsh. The most basic requirement is to have a reincarnation body and an insomniac spirit. This is the most basic requirement. It is difficult to find a few people in an era, and Moro is one of them."

"No matter how sophisticated something is, there may be loopholes, and the corpse collectors are the loopholes of the Mother River. They can go in and out of the Mother River without being noticed by the Mother River. This is the case with Moruo. Going in and out of the Land of Reincarnation is like drinking water for him. With this ability, he has gained a lot of secret knowledge. He is a very scary and cunning guy!"

The sword maniac looked depressed. He couldn't understand why such a powerful and incredible ability had to appear in this evil guy Moro. God is really blind. He filled the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Jian Ge, your sister is very important to you, right? You are willing to follow me on this adventure, which is really embarrassing for you."

Bai Jiange was stunned when he heard this. He reached out and brushed the pottery jar in his arms, sensing the familiar faint scent. His heart warmed and his sharp eyes became much gentler.

"Yes, Senior Sister is very important, very important. She fell into this state just to save me. I owe her. As long as I can save her, even if it costs me, Bai Jiange's life, what does it matter?"

His senior sister's true spirit was severely damaged, and the chance of her successfully reincarnating was slim, not to mention awakening her past life memories. She was afraid that once she entered the Mother River, she would be like Senior Jianchi's relatives, and sink forever into the depths of the Mother River.

After hearing the conversation between Moro and Jianchi last time, he learned that there are such things as corpse-retrievers in the Mother River in the world. If Moro helps, he will definitely be able to let his senior sister reincarnate and live another life.

Therefore, he joined the plan without hesitation and came to the Death Realm to steal the Devil Sword of Destruction.

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"Hahaha, the two of us are really the same, wanderers in this world. I hate this bastard Moro so much, but I have to be controlled by him. It's really..."

"No more talking, no more talking, come on, let's drink!"

The sword maniac cut off all distracting thoughts in his mind, and as each cup of liquor went down his throat, the murderous intent in his eyes grew more fierce.

No matter what the final result is, he must make an end to Moro this time. His hope lies in the Sword of Annihilation. No one knows this sword better than him. Even if he has to give up everything, he must kill the evil villain Moro.

Bai Jiange drank the strong liquor, and the alcohol vapor evaporated instantly. This was his habit. People who use swords must always stay sober.

Deep in his soul, the swordfish flying around his true spirit became more and more active as his sword skills improved.

He didn't know what this innate swordfish was, but he knew that as long as he activated it, it would unleash a terrifying killing move.

He even had a feeling that something was calling him in four extremely distant places. There were the sounds of swords, extremely terrifying murderous intent, the collapse of the world, and the phantom of a sea of ​​blood and corpses formed by the accumulation of gods and demons.

"I wonder if I can kill Moruo by urging this swordfish..."

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Ding! Ding! The vast bell rang above the pale sacred mountain, and the grand sword sacrifice day had arrived.

Countless people gathered in the city, it was shrouded in gray and silence. The silent solemnity only highlighted the piety of these believers.

Bai Jiange and Jian Chi hid in the crowd, and as they got closer to the sacred mountain, their eyes became increasingly fierce.

Moro has already deceived Jianchi once, and this time he must send his true soul into reincarnation before continuing the transaction.

"As long as my beloved daughter and granddaughter enter reincarnation..."

The sword maniac narrowed his eyes slightly, tightly grasped the long sword in his withered hands, and the murderous intent in his heart boiled and roared.

"As long as Senior Sister's true spirit enters reincarnation..."

Bai Jiange gently stroked the pottery jar in his arms, countless sword shadows emerged in the depths of his eyes, and the world of swords continued to be born and destroyed.

"Moruo must be killed!"

(End of this chapter)