He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 632 Little Sword

After saying this, the old man looked solemn, raised his broad palm, and waved it towards the ground. As he waved it, a powerful magical power surged out from his palm and poured into the ground.

The ground trembled slightly, and after a moment, a small earth-colored sword with an ancient and heavy aura broke out of the ground. Although the sword was small, the runes on it flickered, revealing a mysterious power.

The old man said solemnly: "Remember, this sword contains my magic power. In times of great danger, it can help He Yuzhu, but remember, this is your only chance."

The fourth brother quickly took the small sword with both hands and carefully put it away. Then, the old man took out the jade pendant he had been wearing from his arms, handed it to the fourth brother, and said: "Let He Yuzhu wear this jade pendant when the time comes. This jade pendant has been with me for many years and has a lot of spiritual energy. Maybe it can bring him good luck."

The old man's eyes were deep and mysterious, and he had a secret in his heart that was related to a major secret, and he did not reveal it to the fourth brother and the others. He knew very well that the jade pendant in front of him was not simple, and it was closely connected with a trace of the national destiny of Japan.

As long as He Yuzhu carries this jade pendant with him, the national destiny of Japan will flow into He Yuzhu's body like a gurgling stream, subtly transforming his physique.

The reason why the old man dared not speak out was that he had some concerns. Once such a rare treasure was known by someone with ill intentions, it would surely lead to endless greed and fighting. If someone had selfish thoughts, the consequences would be disastrous.

The fourth brother looked at the old man with respect, nodded solemnly, and said, "Sir, your kindness to us is as great as a mountain. I will never forget it. But sir, are you really not going to leave with us?"

The old man stared at the thick black air in the sky of Japan, with a strange light flashing in his eyes. In his eyes, this black air is an excellent resource for cultivation. He shook his head slowly and said firmly: "No, I have some important things to deal with. You can leave first."

The fourth brother knew that the old man had made up his mind and he could not stop him at all with his own ability. Helplessly, he could only prepare to leave with some reluctance.

The old man's junior fellow's eyes were full of attachment and reluctance, his lips trembling slightly, as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end he held back and said nothing more.

The old man quietly watched their backs gradually going away, with mixed feelings in his heart, and whispered to himself: "It seems that I can never go back in this lifetime. In this case, I will completely avenge my apprentice and his disciples!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's eyes instantly turned blood red like flames, and the devilish energy was overflowing from his body, as if he had emerged from the depths of hell. In fact, the old man had just been struggling to suppress the devilish energy in his body, just to be able to say a few more words to the fourth brother. But at this moment, everyone had gone far away, and he no longer needed to suppress it.

At this time, several so-called capable people from Japan came over cautiously. However, in the eyes of the old man, they were just a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals who posed no threat.

These people were obviously sent by the person behind the scenes, and the old man really didn't want to waste any energy on them. But he was unwilling to let the mastermind behind them escape easily. After all, in his opinion, those people were "food" to help him practice.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and swept his gaze towards them like a sharp blade, and asked coldly: "Why are you looking for me?"

Those people looked at the terrifying demonic aura surrounding the old man, and felt a chill running up from their feet to their hearts. Their legs began to tremble involuntarily, and they dared not move forward even a step. One of them said tremblingly: "We are all..."

The old man had no time to waste time with them, so he interrupted impatiently, "Okay, from now on, just call me the Devil of Chaos. I have something important to do, so I don't have time to waste with you. Remember, go back and tell the people behind you that in ten days, I will come to their doorsteps and take them back one by one, leaving no one behind. Get out of here!"

One of them seemed to want to explain or beg, but the old man just waved his hand casually. In an instant, a black light flashed, and the man disappeared out of thin air on the spot, as if he had never appeared in this world. Only the others were left, standing there with their eyes wide open in horror.

In the solemn and tense atmosphere, one of them looked at the terrifying devil in front of him with trepidation. His legs couldn't stop shaking, and his whole body was shaking violently with fear, but he still suppressed the fear in his heart, mustered up the courage and said tremblingly: "You...you are finished now, you dared to kill Ye Shen's men, just wait for death! You don't know Ye Shen's methods at all, he will definitely not let you go!" There was a tremor in his voice, but also mixed with a hint of gloating.

The old man known as the Devil King of Chaos looked at the group of people in front of him coldly with a look of disdain and majesty. He spoke slowly, his voice was low but seemed to carry an invisible pressure, shaking the air around him slightly: "Go back and tell the so-called Night God behind you that he doesn't need to come to me, I will clean up all of you demons one by one. Get out! If you dare to stay here, don't blame me for being ruthless, you all must die!" The tone was firm and unquestionable.

The others wanted to muster up the courage to say something, but under the old man's terrifying gaze, they swallowed the words that were on their lips. They looked at each other, their eyes full of fear and helplessness, and finally they could only turn around and leave in disgrace, not daring to stay even for a second longer.

The old man looked at the direction where the fourth brother and the others left, with a trace of determination and ruthlessness in his eyes. He slowly raised his head and looked at the sky, as if he was declaring to the world, and said word by word: "From today on, I no longer have a name, and no longer have a home. I am the devil of the world! I will turn this land full of sin into my Shura field, and make those who do evil pay a painful price!" After that, a trace of madness appeared on his face.

Then, a bold and crazy idea suddenly flashed through the old man's mind. His eyes flashed with strange light, and he thought to himself: If the entire Japanese country can be included in the infinitely powerful formation, relying on the tremendous power gathered by the formation, then his strength will surely advance by leaps and bounds, and he may really be able to reach the realm of becoming a god and become the existence that dominates life and death on this land.

Thinking of this, the old man slowly sat down, his expression becoming focused and solemn. He waved his hand lightly, and a strange light flashed, and in an instant, more than a dozen small towers with simple shapes and mysterious atmosphere appeared out of thin air in front of him.

These small towers are only the size of an adult's arm. The tower bodies have delicate textures and a faint halo, making it difficult to tell what material they are made of.