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Chapter 117: 8.1
Miao Anjun, who had just left the previous world and couldn't wait to enter the new mission world, was in darkness and silence. He wanted to open his eyes, but he felt his eyelids stuck together, too heavy to open.
He is currently very weak. Miao Anyun came to this sad conclusion effortlessly.
Reluctantly controlling his soft body, Miao Anjun struggled a few times, as if he had pierced something, only to hear the crisp sound of something cracking into his ears.
"Crack-"
Miao Anyun was stunned, and subconsciously stopped the struggling movement.
what's the situation?
Just because he doesn't move doesn't mean that he will be in peace, and he will expose what happened before as if it had never happened.
"Kacha Kacha" the crisp sound of cracking jade continued to sound. You don't need to look at it with your eyes. Miao Anjun can imagine that cracks are spreading just by listening to the sound.
With the light sound after another, the warm light continuously poured in, dispelling the original darkness and silence. Soon, Miao Anjun felt that he was liberated from the previously enclosed space and exposed to the air.
The slightly moist air seemed to carry an unfamiliar, light energy, which was very rich, but Miao Anjun didn't have the intention to pay attention to it.
It's because he heard the gentle, smiling voice from above his head--
"Unexpectedly, a black circle would hatch from the egg of this so-called high-level fairy beast."
Someone! Miao Anjun, who had not opened his eyes, immediately increased his vigilance. Right now is when he is weakest. If he meets someone with a bad heart, 80% of him will hate him on the spot.
Without hesitation, Miao Anjun decisively called 0237. But his call message was like a stone sinking into the bottom of the lake, without any response.
Miao Anjun:
He was suddenly heartbroken, and his little friend was still so unreliable.
No, it should be said, never reliable
#What to do if I suddenly want to apply for return#
Fortunately, the owner of the voice seemed to be hesitating, and there was no follow-up after the previous sentence.
After a long silence, as if he had decided something, he said relievedly: "Well, you little fellow met me, it is also a destiny. In this way, obeying the destiny is also a good thing."
After speaking, a drop of warm liquid fell on Miao Anjun's head. I don't know what the condition of his body is now, but the wings of his nose moved a few times, and Miao Anjun keenly distinguished the almost imperceptible smell of rust that escaped from the liquid-the smell of blood.
It seemed to be a drop of blood, mixed with a strange and surging energy, what Miao Anyun didn't say specifically, it was a brand new force completely different from the power system of the world he had encountered before.
He felt almost the same as the energy in the air, but Miao Anyun intuitively felt that the power mixed in his blood was more pure and refined than the air.
The blood quickly penetrated into his body as if it were alive. Condensed into a blood-red brand in his body. As soon as the brand was formed, it wriggled, and it was very slowly transforming into the shape of the rune.
Although he didn't feel any dangerous aura, Miao Anjun was not sure what the purpose of the seemingly mild and harmless rune was, and immediately adjusted the power to stop the rune from continuing to change. Just when the thought of stopping flashed in his mind, he felt a familiar breath overflowing from the squirming brand.
Yes-the breath of that person
He will never admit the soul breath of the lovers who have accompanied him on the long journey. Realizing that the person who picked him up was his lover, Miao Anjun relaxed his mind without even thinking about it, making the change of the brand easier.
It seemed that it was because Miao Anjun took the initiative to relax his mind, but after a while, the brand that had originally changed with the speed of a tortoise turned into a complete rune. Between him and that person, there is also a trace of if there is no connection.
At this time, the weak state did not know when it had faded. Miao Anjun felt that he could open his eyes. Slowly opened his eyes, the sudden light entering, strangely did not bring any discomfort.
The first thing that jumped into his sight was a pair of snow-white cloth boots that did not stain a trace of dust. Looking up along the boots, I saw the full picture of the man.
It was a young man in his twenties, dressed in white, and his long black hair was meticulously **** by a jade crown. His face was as gentle as white jade, and he was full of scholarly air. But under the slanting sword eyebrows, there was a pair of ecstatic peach eyes that were inconsistent with his gentle and elegant temperament.
Seeing the little furry beast that had just hatched out of its shell on the ground, staring at him with its pure golden eyes, this man with extremely gentle temperament smiled slightly, and his affectionate and charming peach blossom eyes suddenly became evil. Let the gentle face suddenly become attractive.
He opened the mouth and said--
"Little guy, I'm famous, so follow me from now on."
The cute little guy on the ground didn't seem to understand what he was talking about, but was dazed, looking up at him. From time to time, the two ears covered with fluffy fluffy lightly shake a few times, making the hook feel a little itchy.
He didn't know that Wu Yuan, a mortal beast, was so cute.
He stretched out his hand to pick up the cub, and the soft touch made Wen Shu a little bit fond of it. The sound of breaking through the sky came from behind, but he had to stop.
auzw.com The breath of the coming person is so strong, I am afraid that the soul is already transformed into a god, but this body is only a golden core and cannot be defeated. Wen Shu narrowed his eyes slightly, and tucked the little guy in his hand into the neckline. The left hand pinched a tactic, the right hand pulled out the Lingran long sword at the waist, and the sword left without hesitation.
Not long afterwards, an old man Huang Shang pursued his sword, looking at the cracked eggshells on the ground, and couldn't help but angrily said: "I am so angry, who is the one who takes the first step!"
The old man frowned and used the soul to sense the remaining aura here, and he got the desired result in just a moment.
Feeling the weak aura of the thief who snatched the fairy beast, he suddenly sneered: "Who am I, I turned out to be just a golden core child, a mere golden core, how can He De get such a treasure!"
Just now, he saw the vision of the sky descending on this, and after a long time, he guessed that a strange treasure was born. It is overjoyed after a calculation, because that is most likely the purpose of his trip-the rumors of the fairy beast egg. Thinking that he was able to transform into a **** and commit himself to entering the secret realm of the Jindan juniors, if it were not for the truth, he would not be able to get in.
That junior did have some means, and he couldn't find him for a while. With a gloomy face, the old man sat down, took out the compass, closed his eyes and began to count.
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Knowing that he had escaped from birth, Wen Shu randomly found a cave to stop and repair. This cave was created by the predecessors to temporarily rest, so it is naturally not much refined. It is a cave, rather than a simple cave. But fortunately, Wen Shu is not the second generation of immortals who dislikes seven and eight, but he doesn't dislike it much.
A ban was placed casually at the entrance of the hole, and he was relieved. Although this Golden Core Secret Realm is not infinite, it is also called extremely vast. Coupled with the concealment technique that he has practiced, it is not easy for the old way of transforming God to catch up.
He took the soft collapse that he used to be used in daily life from the mustard bracelet, and Wen Shu leaned against it, closing his eyes to take a rest. But there seemed to be a warm and soft object in his arms, and he was moving restlessly, Wen Shu looked at him, only then did he remember the spiritual pet he had received earlier, and immediately released it.
Miao Anyun, who was almost suffocated to death, was released, shrank into a ball in awe, and lay on his lover's chest.
Seeing that he was not in the right mood, Wen Shu sat up again, feeling the emotions coming from the end of the blood bond, rubbing Miao Anyun's soft fur, and said warmly.
"Little guy, what's the matter?"
Miao Anyun raised his head and looked at Wen Shu. Wen Shu's gentle black eyes reflected his appearance at the moment. The silver-gray fur covers the whole body, the two big round brilliant golden eyes can hardly see the whites of the eyes, the two erected ears, the slightly trembling white beard, and the slender plush tail are clearly the appearance of a kitten!
He felt that something was wrong long ago, but he didn't expect that he would become a kitten. Miao Anjun was so desperate. With a sob in a low mood, Miao Anjun looked away, and continued to shrink himself into a chubby ball-now that he can do it because of his racial advantage.
Seeing it ignored people, Wen Shu sighed, looking helpless, but he couldn't take it.
He has always been bad at these things that enlighten people, not to mention that he is still a race away, and he is not good at it, and he can only wait for it to figure it out.
0237 don't know when it appeared secretly.
Miao Anjun continued to shrink, ignoring it.
Speaking of the latter, 0237 is suddenly guilty of bewilderment. Should we tell the host that they have arrived decades earlier?
Miao Anjun, who couldn't speak and didn't want to speak, said twice in his heart to express his contempt.
Your protagonist will be someone else's pet!
--Although in various senses, he didn't think there was anything wrong.
After being despised, 0237 disappeared in silence.
This is indeed the unkindness of the main system, and it cannot refute anything for itself. It can't provoke both ends, so it can only hide!
After bullying his soft and cute system monarch, Miao Anyun silently received the information from 0237 and read it.
This is a world with cultivating immortals as the background, and the power he felt before was the so-called spiritual power. People with spiritual roots cultivate spiritual power, cross barriers, and finally seek immortality and gain the path.
In addition to cultivators who practice spiritual power, there are also demon cultivation, demon cultivation, and so on. The male protagonist is an ancient ferocious beast, and he naturally belongs to the line of demon repair. The ancient fierce beasts are full of treasures, if they can get them, the advantage is that they can't be said in the last three days and nights, and they are naturally coveted.
If it is an adult ancient beast, it must be a generation of monsters, no one dares to provoke the tiger's beard, but the bad thing is that the male protagonist is just a cub, and there is no parental protection. As a result, many people covet it. Chase. It took decades for the male protagonist to escape like this. Later, he got the help of a nobleman, transformed his body, and got rid of the chase.
0237 gave the information only until the hero escaped from the hunt with the help of the nobleman, and then there was no more.
Miao Anyun was relieved to learn that his body was an ancient fierce beast that could easily grow into a human form, not the cat owner he thought.
Stretching his head and rubbing his lover's hand, Miao Anjun lay on Wen Shu, lazily not wanting to move. He knew that this guy had always thought of it as a cat. When they were young, they had only one tail. They looked very similar to cat cubs, and they were very restrained. It was normal to be misunderstood as ordinary cat cubs.
In the original book, the protagonist often relies on this outer skin to escape the hunt.
Feeling that his fingers were gently rubbed against the fluff, Wen Shu smiled and shook his head. He didn't understand what its sudden emotion was about. His voice was extremely gentle: "Why are you happy again?"
Wu Yuan in her arms whimpered softly, as if responding. After a while, the breath calmed down.
--I guess I fell asleep.
Wen Shu didn't feel offended, he just felt a little funny, feeling the little thing's soft body rise and fall with breathing, and his heart soft. Somehow, there was sleepiness. Wen Shu got used to it, and didn't even think about continuing to meditate. Feeling tired and tired, they fell asleep together.
(Tianjin)
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Chapter 118: 8.2
The delicate pink peaches are entwined with brown twigs, shining brightly, and the color is compelling. The pale pink peach forest stretches for hundreds of miles, and when I look very far, I can see that the peach is disturbed, and there are occasional spiritual butterflies playing in it, which really makes people fall into a fairyland.
The white-clothed man with a crown-like face was walking under the scarlet peach trees, his expressions were very gentle and elegant. There is a silver-gray kitten lying on his shoulders. It looks less than a month old and looks extremely affectionate. It's just a cat's face, but it is extremely cold, and the beautiful cat's eyes show a color that seems to be contemptuous.
Suddenly a breeze blew by, and while the light peach on that branch swayed slightly, there were pink petals falling down, fragrant and fragrant.
One piece happened to fall on the pink nose of the kitten. It seemed that he was not very comfortable with the fragrance of the flower. The kitten opened his mouth, unable to hold the noble and cold expression, and sneezed.
The petals fell from the nose, and the kitten shook his head indifferently. The white beard trembled and lay down again lazily.
--The recent dull days have made it feel a bit boring.
"Feel boring?" As if feeling the thought in his heart, Wen Shu turned his handsome face slightly and asked the kitten on his shoulder warmly.
He originally thought that he was just seeing the joy of hunting, so he had some good feelings for this young Wuyuan. It's just that the affection in his heart hasn't faded slowly as expected, but it has grown deeper, which surprised him a bit.
Counting the time, it has been a while since it was born out of its shell, but its body is still as weak and soft as it was when I first saw it, its body is petite, and there is no visible growth. He even felt that as long as he gently pinched its thin throat with his hand, he could easily let the fragile little beast swallow.
So Wen Shu took care of it more and more carefully, for fear that a beloved little beast would leave him without paying attention.
--Even if he knew it, it was not the weak mortal beast at all.
Obviously, he didn't feed the spirit grass elixir less, why didn't he see it grow? Thinking this way, Wen Shu couldn't help sighing.
Miao Anjun tilted his head to look at Wen Shu who was sighing inexplicably, thinking that he was worried about this, so he shook his little furry head very seriously.
Facing this fragrant peach grove day and night, I have passed the bland and tasteless life of crude tea for a long time, and it is really bored and bored. It's just that he is lucky enough to be with his lover day and night, so he no longer wants to ask for anything else, he has always been very satisfied.
Although it shook his head, Wen Shu just responded with a chuckle, obviously not believing it.
After thinking about it for a while, he said lightly: "I heard that there was a cave mansion of an ancient mighty man who appeared in the world not long ago. Why should I take you to take a look?"
Previously, he wanted to be bad. No matter how calm and calm the new-born cubs were, they probably wouldn't like this kind of days that were stable but dull and uninteresting.
Listening to what he said was an understatement, it seemed that the Daneng Cave Mansion was a place where you could rush into it, and Miao Anyun suddenly became weak. There was a light "meow" as if resisting, but he looked tired and perfunctory.
He still can't transform into shape, he obviously has no human rights in Wen Shu's eyes. Knowing that even if he opposed it, it was of no use, so Miao Anyun let him go.
Sure enough, Wenshu turned a deaf ear, and ignored the slight protest.
"Since you have no objection, the matter is settled. Tomorrow I will take you to the cave." The corners of his lips contained the gentle smile of a gentleman, and he stretched out his slender fingers and scratched Miao Anyun. Jaw.
He subconsciously squinted the cat's eyes, and the long fluffy tail encircled Wen Shu's neck, making a comfortable and childish whine from his throat.
Realizing that her behavior is no different from being a baby, Miao Anyun suddenly stiffened and was so embarrassed that she wanted to give her current owner and lover a claw on the spot. He bit Wenshu's finger with his baby teeth threateningly, and then turned his head proudly, ignoring Wenshu.
# Is a fierce beast, not a cat owner#
#Shovel shit, who allowed you to touch me#
Seeing the awkward spirit pet with him once again, Wen Shu just sighed helplessly.
I really don't know who is the master.
No matter what, what else can I do with my spiritual pet? Spoil it.
Wen Shu had always been an activist who thought about it, so the next day, he took Miao Anjun and set off as scheduled.
Squatting obediently on Yu Jian's shoulders, Miao Anjun didn't feel any storms because Wen Shu pinched the tactics carefully. It's just that his heart is irritable, and his slender tail flicks restlessly.
I don't know why his heart is filled with slight anxiety, as if something very bad is about to happen.
As an ancient fierce beast, Gui has a natural sensitivity to danger, and this emotion is like a natural alert to him.
"Meow" let's go back.
Miao Anjun wanted to remind him, but after speaking, he realized that it was just a soft sob.
He had forgotten that he could not speak yet. He couldn't express his meaning clearly just by relying on the inductive connection between the two sides of the blood contract.
As if sensing his anxiety, Wen Shu touched his soft coat comfortingly, and only whispered something--
"Don't panic, there is me."
With me, you will never be hurt.
From Wen Shu's brief words, Miao Anjun, who heard such subtext, felt warm. Those uneasiness melted like the first snow.
"Meow." I got it.
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Golden Core Secret Realm
A group of monks had gathered in front of the ancient Da Neng cave mansion, waiting for the ban in front of the cave mansion to weaken.
Although this is the Golden Core Secret Realm, there is no shortage of people who enter it, and the elders of the sect lead juniors to experience it. Therefore, the strength of the monks here is a bit uneven, the highest has reached the **** of transformation, the low has not even reached the foundation building.
The only two transfiguration men present, one of them was a big beauty in a pink palace costume. The beauty is beautiful and charming, and her body is soaked with mature charm, her eyes are as watery, but she carries the vicissitudes and transparency of the years. Everyone present is not unfamiliar with this beauty, Luoshui Palace Ruoshui Daoist who was once known as the first beauty in the cultivation world.
The other was a young man in white, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, with a cold face. The whole body sword is awe-inspiring, and the aura is compelling, obviously a peerless sword repairer. He is also a well-known person in the realm of cultivation, and a gentleman of the Sword Sect.
The monk's world strength is respected, and the ranks are distinct, so the two ancestors of the transformation are standing in the front, and behind them are their own descendants. Other sects or casual repairs can only be ranked behind them.
Seeing that the ban was going to be weakened to the extreme, Ruo Shui Daoist Liu's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he beckoned to a Golden Core cultivator at Bailian Gate.
The Jindan man asked respectfully: "What's the matter with seniors calling me?"
"Are you the new disciple of Huang Laogui?" Ruo Shui Daoist said with a smile, his voice as sweet as a jade plate. The charming eyes are radiant and watery, and she is more and more stunning.
The master of his own family was called an old ghost, and the corners of the golden core man's mouth suddenly twitched, but he dared not say anything.
Although he wanted to refute that he had been hired by the master for nearly a hundred years, he was a person who knew the time and understood that he did not have the capital to challenge the ancestor of the **** of transformation.
He suffocated the messy thoughts in his heart, and the man had to nod at Ruoshui Dao Ren.
"Then do you know when your master will arrive?" If the water Daoist's voice just fell, there would be a yellow stream of light flying from a distance.
In an instant, he fell in front of everyone, a gloomy old man in Huangshang.
Seeing him landing, the Jindan man called out Master, while the rest of the Bailian Sect called the ancestor.
If the Shuidao people see him with a gloomy look, his beautiful eyes suddenly smile, and he deliberately asks: "Old ghost Huang, why are you here now? I have been waiting for you for a long time. Shi Yi and I. How? How is that going on?"
"Huh, I know why." The old man Huang Chang, who was called Huang Laogui, had an unfavorable expression and snorted in an unhappy mood before standing in front of the Bailianmen. It is the Yisuan Taoist of Bailian Sect.
He had spent a lot of effort to deduce the secret of heaven, but he couldn't figure out the location of the culprit, so he was naturally unhappy.
If the waterway person's beautiful eyes are shining, his red lips bend, and he just wants to say something. The Qing Wei Dao on the side spoke at this moment and interrupted her.
"Luo Ning." The cold white Jianxiu frowned and called her. Seeing her looking over, he continued blankly, "It's time to break the ban."
Seeing his cold expression, if the waterway person bit his red lips with his teeth, he said nothing.
Sure enough, within a short while, Dongfu's ban was weakened to the extreme.
In terms of intensity, the ban of this Dongfu has gone through many years, and it has long been no longer than it was before. But after all, it was set up by a mighty person in the ancient times, and that mighty person seemed to be very good at banning one. All kinds of reasons add up, and it is not easy for them to break the seal even if they are the monks of the transformation stage.
Therefore, once the three sects were added together, there was a resolution to jointly break the seal.
Capturing the moment when the banning power weakened to its lowest point, the Qingwei Daoist drew his sword to cut the ban, and the ban suddenly fluctuated.
"Luo Ning, Huang Dan." He shouted coldly, as if to remind the other two that it was time to do it.
Ruo Shui Dao Ren smiled slightly, raised his bare hand, and the water lotus blossomed slowly on the ban. The fluctuations in the ban were more intense than before, and there was a feeling of faltering, it seemed that it was only a ray to be shattered.
Although the Taoist Yisuan was a little unhappy with his act of giving orders, he just snorted and sacrificed the magic treasure Ruyi Pan. Abacus beads rolled on the Ruyi board, and the endless attack of the primordial spirit fell silently on the ban. Under the attack of the Dao Qing Wei and Dao Shui Dao people, the ban that had reached the endurance limit suddenly broke open, revealing a hole that only allowed one person to pass through.
As soon as the ban was broken, the three Huashen Taoists took the lead into the cave with their respective sects. And the other schools or casual cultivators also immediately followed into the cave.
This ban is not a mortal thing. From the combination of the three transformation gods, you can see its extraordinaryness by only tearing open a hole-although most of the cultivators present understand that there are also three transformation **** ancestors who did not use their full strength. The factors are inside.
But no matter how far reaching this level of ban, it should not be underestimated. As long as it takes a while, it will be automatically repaired, and there will be no second God of Transformation to help them break the ban.
Those little sects know this well, so naturally they dare not waste time.
As the monks filed in, the outside of the cave soon became empty. After everyone had entered, it took another quarter of an hour before the breach began to close slowly.
After another stick of incense, it has been restored as before. At the same time, a white monk with an imperial sword came and fell before the ban of the cave.
--It is Wen Shu who is late.
"Are you late?" Wen Shu looked at the ban that had been restored before his eyes, and smiled helplessly.
Miao Anjun lay on his shoulders, rubbing him lazily.
"Meow meow" Since God's will, we should go back as expected?
The cub tilted its head innocently, and the golden pupils clearly wrote this meaning. Wen Shu, who looked at him, couldn't help but bend his eyes.
"Don't worry, it's just banned, it doesn't matter." Junya's gentle man smiled freely, his brows were all proudly, "I'll take you in."
After that, I took him straight to the ban.
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Chapter 119: 8.3
Wen Shu Shi Shiran took Miao Anjun and walked in, without any intention of doing anything.
Before, it was like a moat that blocked everyone's footsteps, and was regarded as nothing by this man, as if it were just a decoration. However, Miao Anyun fully sensed the murderous intent of the ancient and obscure bans and calmness based on his wild instinct.
The result was beyond Miao Anjun's expectations, and it can be said to be within his expectations.
--The two of them passed the ban set by the ancient power easily without any hindrance.
Miao Anjun raised his head and looked at the man who had returned to a gentle and harmless appearance again, feeling a little complicated.
I don't know if it is an illusion, Miao Anjun always feels that Wen Shu from the previous moment is what he really looks like.
However, no matter how it changes, it will always be the same person-the lover who has been protecting him.
Shaking his head to shake off the inexplicable thoughts in his mind, Miao Anjun lay on Wen Shu's shoulder obediently, and fell silent.
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Carried by Wen Shu, Miao Anyun was walking around in this so-called Da Neng Dongfu like a headless fly. It took a few hours to turn around. Even if he had good patience, he couldn't help feeling a little boring. So, I couldn't help shaking the slender tail that covered the fluffy hair annoyingly.
In the next second, a big hand appeared on his head.
Wen Shu gently rubbed Miao Anjun's head like soothing, and said softly, "Goodbye, it's coming soon."
Pulling his ears depressed, Miao Anjun said, you have said this N times along the way, right?
Through the contract, he felt the slander in Miao Anyun's heart, Wen Shu didn't explain anything, just smiled gently, and continued to circle his circle.
Wen Shu stopped walking about the time for a stick of incense.
"Meow?" What's wrong?
The kitten lying on his shoulders stared at him with round cat eyes, and the pale golden eyes were very beautiful, revealing a touch of human doubt.
Seeing his own spirit pet staring at him unblinkingly, the look as if he was the only one in his eyes, made Wen Shu inexplicably pleased.
"Here." With that said, Wen Shu took a step forward.
Everything around me changed at the moment I took this step.
Originally, he was still in a maze-like palace with a simple atmosphere, but at this moment he appeared in a vast ancient wood forest.
Miao Anyun looked dazed, could this be the legendary maze?
Before he could think about it, the scent in the air that was so alluring for him attracted all his attention.
The cute nose moved, and Miao Anjun took the initiative to jump off Wen Shu's shoulder. The tender meat pad steps on the soft turf, causing a slight itching. Miao Anjun didn't care about this, he couldn't help but stalked in the direction where the fragrance came from.
Wen Shu didn't intend to stop either, but followed Miao Anjun silently.
When Miao Anyun returned to his senses, he had no idea when he led Wen Shu to a lake.
The lake looks quite clear, the surface of the water is surrounded by spiritual energy that almost turns into substance, and the richness of the spiritual energy is not much different from those outside the holy places for cultivation. Compared with these, what is even more eye-catching is obviously the white jade lotus platform in the center of the lake. There is a spiritual grass growing in the center of the lotus platform that makes people feel very strange at first glance.
The lingcao presents a crystal clear turquoise green, and the branches and leaves like jade are entwined with mysterious lines of icy blue. While gently shaking, it makes a strange and pleasant sound-it sounds like a phoenix. Ming was like the roar of some spirit beast beside him, carrying an unspeakable rhythm.
The strange thing is that there is no spiritual soil in the center of the lotus platform. The spiritual grass grows upright in the jade, and the rhizome is inserted straight into the jade, making people unable to detect any violations.
Wen Shu glanced at the jade platform in the middle of the lake and then withdrew his gaze. A smile suddenly appeared in his dark eyes, and his movements gently picked up the little cat on the ground that was still slightly blurred. I didn't care that my white sleeves were stamped with light gray marks on the kitten's dirty feet.
--Obviously... his cleanliness is well-known in the school.
The gentle black eyes of the man holding the pet flashed, and even raised his eyebrows, he lowered his head with a smile and asked, "Want that spirit grass?"
Miao Anyun, who had long been free from instinctive attraction, stared at the spirit grass unblinkingly, and nodded without hesitation when he heard the man's question. The seemingly as it should be, he didn't care about his current "master" in name.
In fact, at the first glance when he saw the spiritual grass, the memory of inheritance belonging to the ferociousness that Miao Anjun received flashed out of his mind, and he spontaneously identified the species of the spiritual grass-the transformation grass.
auzw.com It is rumored that Transformation Grass cannot be planted in ordinary spiritual soil, and only the purest jade with chalcedony can grow. Due to the harsh growth conditions, and the useless morphograss of less than a thousand years old, the scarce and hard-to-find morphograss gradually disappeared. Only a few records still exist in ancient ancient books. .
Now that the legendary spirit grass appeared in front of him, Miao Anyun was also a little shocked. It should be said that the ancient power is really good. The transformation grass of this plant is obviously not low in grade, the branches and leaves are perfect and clear, and at least it is a ten thousand year old.
The transformational grasses that are more than a thousand years old have only two functions. One is to break through the bottleneck and stabilize the foundation. The second is to help demon beasts that cannot be transformed into human forms.
For Miao Anyun who wants to grow up early, Huaxingcao undoubtedly has a fatal attraction to him.
Looking straight at the lingering grass in his arms, the light gold cat eyes are full of coveted kittens, the man curls his lips, and the peach eyes that always contain a hint of sarcasm softens. To fly in front of you, take down the transforming grass.
As soon as he was about to do it, Wen Shu suddenly frowned and glanced at a short distance without a trace, but after a breath of time, he returned to his previous appearance.
The next moment, there was a sound of breaking through the air, resounding abruptly. At the same time, a man holding a compass came out from the other direction of the forest.
This person wore yellow clothes and embroidered silver compasses on the cuffs. He seemed to be a disciple of Bailianmen. At first appearance, it is to bet on the lake lotus platform. When I saw the spirit grass standing in the center of the lotus platform, there was a bit of ecstasy on his face.
As the line of sight moved slightly, when he touched Wen Shu, his gaze couldn't help but stared. The disciple of the Bailian Sect frowned, a cold light flashed in his eyes, but he didn't act immediately. He cautiously circled Wen Shu's body a few times, and he didn't know what he had found, but his face was a little taboo.
"I don't know how to call this fellow Daoist? In Xia Huang Xuan." He arched his hand at Wen Shu, and the man who claimed to be Huang Xuan smiled kindly, and the urgency of the rattling sword suddenly eased.
"Father Daoist is a disciple of the Bailian School?" Wen Shu also smiled gently, without answering, and asked rhetorically. Seeing Huang Xuan nodding his head, Wen Shu's smile deepened a little, "If my guess is correct, Daoist is the one who counts Daoist. I wonder if I am right?"
"The Daoist friend is not bad at all." Seeing that Shu seemed to have heard of his master's name, Huang Xuan's expression was immediately happy. "Huang did not expect that the Daoist friend had heard the master's name."
"You Huang Daoyou laughed, one side of the gods, who doesn't know?" Wen Shu replied warmly, with a gentle expression, but his dark black eyes made people unable to see any emotions deeply.
"In that case, can Daoists make it convenient?"
"Oh? What is the meaning of Fellow Daoist's words?" It seemed that he really didn't understand what Huang Xuan meant. Wen Shu gently stroked the back of Ling Chong in his arms and chuckled.
"It's true." Huang Xuan said with a solemn expression, "I came here to take the spiritual grass in the center of the lotus platform on the order of the master. This treasure-seeking compass is the master's property." After all, Huang Chang Yang raised the white jade compass in his hand to show that what he said was true.
The compass was made by He Yu, and it was flawless, reflecting the vast starry sky, dotted with stars. In the soft white light, there seemed to be endless stars bursting out, very extraordinary.
Hearing this, Wen Shu only smiled faintly and didn't make a sound, but his actions became softer and softer.
Such a situation fell in Huang Xuan's eyes, and the smile on his face was suddenly suppressed a little: "What? Fellow Daoists don't want to give me respect for the master?"
There is a faint threat in the words.
"How precious this metamorphose grass is, you don't need words. Both of you and I know it well. Today, Huang Daoyou just wanted Wen Mou to give in a few words, which is a bit naive." Wen Shu shook his head amused. "Friends of Daoists don't need to bother any more. Unfortunately, this spirit grass is also useful for me. I'm afraid I won't be able to make fellow Daoists wish."
"Since the Taoists are unwilling to give in, then I will see the real chapter." Huang Xuan's eyes flickered, and finally his patience was exhausted, and he broke his face with Wen Shu without thinking.
"It's so good." Wen Shu seemed to nod in agreement, "It's just that I have to bother my fellow Daoists to wait for me for a while."
Huang Xuan just nodded indifferently.
He lowered his head and patted Miao Anyun's head, and Wen Shu said softly: "Be here and wait for me." Then he waved his sleeves and placed him 100 meters away.
"Meow..." Looking at the man, a worrisome color appeared in Miao Anjun's golden eyes, but he lay down obediently, staring quietly at the two fierce swordsmen. In his heart, he believed in his lover.
Seeing the kitten lying on the ground obediently looking at him, Wen Shufeng's handsome white jade face flashed past.
Huang Xuan also looked astonished. He looked at Miao Anyun and then at Wen Shu. His expression was extremely weird, as if he was wondering why Yu Wenshu kept a mortal animal alone.
Could it be that this mortal beast is so strange? Thinking about it this way, Huang Xuan couldn't help but look closely at the black circle that looked like a mortal beast, with a deep thought on his face.
"Friends of Daoist, please." Wen Shu did not give him a chance to observe carefully. He moved just right to block Huang Xuan's gaze.
"Please." Huang Xuan frowned when his sight was blocked, his eyes moved away from Miao Anyun and fell on Wen Shu's face. At the same time, the precious light circulating in his hand seemed to be activated by spiritual power.
Seeing this, Wen Shu stopped talking, just stretched out his hand and pulled out the spirit sword hanging on his waist. At the moment that the coldly glowing spirit sword was unsheathed, the gentle smile that had always been hanging on her face faded from the face of the self-heard, leaving nothing but solemnity and coldness.
Feeling that sharp and sharp, he stabbed his body before getting close, with a faintly painful and awe-inspiring sword intent, Huang Xuan's face instantly showed a touch of astonishment, but he calmed down.
Miao Anyun who was watching the game was somewhat confused by Wenshu's expression at this moment, as if the gentle gentleman of Zhilan Yushu before was just an illusion he had imagined.
So, is the lover divided again? Miao Anjun tilted his head in distress and thought.
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Chapter 120: 8.4
The fight between the two did not last for long, and even more quickly and clearly than expected.
"You are defeated." The person's indifferent and cold voice exploded in Huang Xuan's ears in vain.
Immediately afterwards, the cold and sharp spirit sword braced his neck mercilessly, and Huang Xuan's body was suddenly tight, and a wry smile appeared on his face. The spiritual energy running in the body also quietly calmed down, as if he had already accepted his fate, and had no intention of continuing to resist.
He couldn't imagine that when the two people who were both in the Golden Core Stage cultivation base competed, he would lose so fast. Although the opponent is a sword repairer who is known for his horror fighting ability, it is not enough to beat him without backhand.
"Concession."
Wen Shu smiled slightly, and took the blade that was resting on the opponent's neck. After a fight, he didn't even have any messy clothes. After condensing the tumbling sword intent, Wen Shu became the handsome and turbid son of the world again. That kind of demeanor is really impressive.
Feeling the distance of the sword's blade, Huang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't help feeling his neck with lingering fear. There was a sharp cut with sword energy, and a warm thick liquid was leaking from the wound. His eyes couldn't help but fell on Wen Shu's sword holding hand.
The hands were slender and white, and the lines were weak. They didn't look like Jian Xiu had them, but rather like a scholar holding a pen and dancing. But who can think of how earth-shattering it is when the spirit sword is held in both hands?
Huang Xuan, who had just fought with him, knew too well how amazingly powerful those slightly weak palms could erupt. Thinking of this, Huang Xuan glanced at Liantai rather unwillingly, his thoughts turned back and forth, and finally all turned into a sigh. He silently bowed his hands to Wen Shu, which meant he had planted.
Although the transformation grass is precious, it must be enjoyed by life. He smelled an unusually dangerous smell of death from Wen Shu.
Huang Xuan had no doubt that if he dared to do it again, that gentleman and gentleman in white clothes would kill him with the spirit sword in his hand at the moment he did it.
Seeing him behave in this way, Wen Shu also smiled and arched his hands, and a Fei stood in front of him and firmly grasped the transformed grass in his hand.
Touching pet's head, Wen Shu saw him looking eagerly at the morphing grass in his hand, and suddenly tilted the corner of his mouth, and stuffed the morphing grass into Miao Anjun's mouth. In my heart, I looked forward to the appearance of his lovely spirit pet.
Probably, it will be cute, right?
And Huang Xuan, who had not had time to leave, saw that the incomparably precious transforming grass was stuffed into the black round mouth that was obviously just a mortal beast, and his eyes almost fell off. When he reacted, his face was trembling, and his heart felt like a twitch.
But no matter how much Huang Xuan feels heartbroken, how to deal with the spirit grass is another person's private matter, and he has no right to intervene. Huang Xuan could only sigh helplessly in his heart of violent violent things, speeding up the speed of leaving, hoping to be out of sight and heartless.
"Without any fluctuations" in his heart, the current dung shovel officer roughly plugged his mouth into the transformation grass. Miao Anyun glanced at Wen Shu with disgust, but there was no waste. Chew the spirit grass and swallow it. The next moment, he barked his teeth at Wen Shu, exposing a few small pointed tiger teeth, and gave a threatening "meow".
Then his little hairy head was hit by the seedlings and was rubbed severely by the man.
Why do you always feel that since becoming a cat, his brain has degenerated into a great ape. Miao Anjun, who wanted to retaliate with a paw, but suddenly realized that he had done something stupid, stopped and tilted his head slightly tangled.
"Let's go." Ruo Youruowu felt his family's spirit spoiled into a ball of yarn from the end of the blood Qi, Wen Shu didn't care too much, and the dark eyes faintly smiled and stuffed it casually. A spirit fruit came to Miao Anyun's mouth.
No matter what his lovely spiritual pet is, it suits him. That being the case, why bother about it.
I didn't know that my owner was holding the thought of "you are happy" in his heart, and felt that something was stuffed in his mouth. Miao Anjun habitually opened his mouth, bit the Lingguo and swallowed it-since he was picked up by his lover, he has been caught Now he has adapted very well.
Feeling the sweetness exploded in his mouth and the abundance of spiritual power released as the juice escapes, Miao Anjun smashed his mouth, squatted on his owner and continued to struggle with the serious question of whether he had lost IQ.
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The kitten squatted cautiously in a hidden place, looking out from time to time, and the golden cat's eyes were covered with undisguised worry and anxiety.
Besides, Jianxiu in white was fighting with the old man in yellow. Although the white-clothed Jianxiu's whole body is awe-inspiring, he seems to have nothing to do with the yellow-clothed elder. One attack and one defense are all down. Judging from the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, it seems that it will not last long.
Compared with Jian Xiu's embarrassment, the yellow-clothed old man always maintained a contemptuous color, looking at Jian Xiu as if looking at an ant. He stood in the air, watching Jian Xiu become more and more embarrassed under the offensive of the magical weapon that looked like an abacus.
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Staring at Wen Shu, whose face was like golden paper, Miao Anyun's eyes were full of worries, and she hated her powerlessness at the moment, and she couldn't help at all.
About the time for the incense stick, he and Wen Shu accidentally ran into Huang Xuan and the old man in yellow. Seeing that Huang Xuan's expression was unusually respectful, after a little thought, he realized that the old man was the master in Huang Xuan's mouth, the Yishou Taoist of the Transcendent Stage.
Originally, the Taoist Yisuan only frowned when he saw Wen Shu, and didn't seem to want to embarrass them. But just when Wen Shu was about to withdraw from the Partial Palace, the sudden change suddenly occurred, and the Taoist Yishou suddenly attacked.
"How familiar is my Dao breath? It turns out that it's you little thief! I thought I would find you later, but you would send it to the door by yourself. It's so good, and it saves me a lot of effort!" The Taoist Yi Suan sneered. , The coercion of the **** of transformation gushes from the body without reservation, pouring on Wen Shu.
"The juniors don't know what the seniors said." Wen Shu frowned slightly, and the spiritual power on his body secretly circulated to resist coercion. He quietly made a gesture with the back of his left hand behind him, "If it's for that transformation grass , Senior should know that it is no longer on Junior."
Seeing this, Miao Anyun immediately retracted into a hidden place. Even though he was young, he was actually an ancient beast, and he was able to evade and detect him by virtue of his talent and magical powers.
"Junior, do you really don't know?" Taoist Yisuan gathered the dull look on his face and asked blankly. He faintly scanned Wen Shu's entire body, frowning without a trace. He actually didn't feel the breath of the fairy beast.
"Senior, please make it clear."
"My disciple once said that you raised a mortal beast as a spiritual pet. I think it is very interesting. Why don't you show it to me?" The Taoist Yisuan looked at Wen Shu with a smile, his eyes filled with squinting eyes. It is the color of coldness.
"Forgive me." Hearing this, Wen Shu's eyebrow creases deeper, and his right hand quietly rested on the hilt.
"What? You still want to do something with me?" The Taoist Yisuan sneered, his old voice full of disdain. Secretly, he sealed this space with extreme caution, for fear that what life-saving thing Wen Shu carried on his body would make him fall short.
Facing the aggressive question from the Taoist Yisuan, Wen Shu pursed his lips, but silently stretched out his hand and pulled out the spirit sword on the waist. He naturally perceives the small movements of Taoist Yisuan, but Taoist Yisuan probably couldn't guess, he didn't intend to escape from the beginning.
Wen Shu knows too well that it is impossible for a monk in the Shanghua **** stage to retreat with his little spirit pet. If it is a direct match, on the contrary, there are still some wins.
"Okay, you kid is so arrogant, today I will take action to discipline your master." The Taoist Yisuan seemed to be extremely angry, and he casually called out the magic weapon to blast towards Wen Shu.
When his thoughts returned, seeing that the situation outside was getting more and more precarious, Miao Anyun flicked his tail irritably, arched his back, and groaned uncontrollably from his throat.
How to do! ? What can he do to help him?
Before Miao Anjun thought of a way, Wen Shu couldn't hold it first. His face turned pale, and his body flew out like a heavy knock, inserting the spirit sword into the ground only to stop his retreat. Kneeling on the ground, he frowned, coughed a few times, and spit out a mouthful of blood. Several slender cracks also appeared on the jade pendant on his waist.
The white clothes were stained with blood, embarrassed, but there was no fear in those dark eyes, they were still cold, only the fighting spirit filled. Wen Shu stood up blankly, pulling the spirit sword from the ground indifferently and pointed it at Taoist Yisuan. The sword intent on his body has not diminished, but has grown stronger.
Seeing him expressionless, the Taoist Yisuan felt cold for some reason. Suddenly there was no thought to continue playing, and his expression was severe, and he was about to be killed here.
Wen Shu raised his head and looked at Taoist Yisuan indifferently, his blood-stained face looked a bit like a magical path, and the enchanting peach blossom eyes flashed brightly.
Despair, this is the real despair. Whether you can find a ray of life from this desperate situation depends on this moment.
Deep in the palace
The young man in white clothes who slashed the stone puppet under the sword seemed to sense something and frowned.
Seeing this, the woman in a pink palace dress asked, "Shi Yi? What is wrong, but what's wrong?"
The young man frowned and nodded, and said nonchalantly, "I'm going to leave for a while, I'm going to trouble the fairy", and then turned into a streamer and disappeared before the woman's eyes.
This shit! The woman gritted her teeth immediately, but she had to look coldly at the remaining stone puppets in the stone room. The concubine-colored veil wrapped around the white tender lotus arm was dancing in the wind, intending to vent her anger on the stone puppets.
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Chapter 121: 8.5 (End)
In the quaint palace, two figures, one yellow and one white, were facing each other. However, it seemed that there was a huge disparity in strength. The white figure fell straight down like a heavy blow in just a few rounds, hit the ground with a loud noise.
Wen Shu supported his body with the sword in his hand, got up from the hole with difficulty, and wiped the blood that was constantly overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
Hearing a crisp sound of "click", the jade pendant with dense cracks on his waist was shattered into powder, leaving only a tassel hanging on his waist alone. After rubbing the remaining tassels a few times, Wen Shu's eyes darkened, but he didn't panic too much.
This old way is more difficult to deal with than he expected.
The old man Huang Shang, who was standing in the air, looked extremely gloomy, and the Taoist Yi Suan was a little surprised by Wen Shu's tenacity at this moment.
Thinking of him as a first-order god, and surrendering his status to deal with a small golden core monk, it would already hurt his face. But now it hasn't been able to take it for a long time. If it is spread out, it will not be able to bear the face, I am afraid that his old enemies will laugh out loud. Even Jin Dan can fight him one or two times. This son is indeed very talented, he can be called a wicked ghost, and he has a deep mind. If he were to escape this time, he was afraid that he would not have a happy birthday.
Besides, with such a talent, if no one appreciates it, he can't justify it. He doesn't believe that this person is just a casual cultivator, and there must be some involvement behind him. Therefore, only by killing it here can we avoid future troubles. Thinking about this, the killing intent of Yi Suan Taoist people became stronger.
You can't stay here!
Standing with his arms folded on his chest, Huang Xuan looked at Jianxiu in white who was still able to stand up. There was a bit of jealousy in his eyes, but the next moment it turned into coldness.
No matter how amazing your talents are, you can't escape your fate today, turning into a handful of dust with this palace.
...
"Boom!" Wen Shu was knocked down again, setting off a piece of sand flying up, splashing gravel.
Seeing that there has been no movement in the dust for a long time, Yi Suan Taoist's heart was relieved, and then he released his divine consciousness to sweep it carefully, sensing the cold and fierce but difficult to conceal the weak breath, and then secretly nodded.
"Master, is that person already...?" Huang Xuan stepped forward when he saw this, and asked carefully, his face couldn't hide his joy.
"What's the hurry?" The Taoist Yi Suan smiled, and screamed neither lightly nor heavyly. With a wave of his clothes, the smoke and dust that covered the line of sight disappeared.
White-clothed Jianxiu lay faintly in the huge crack spreading like a cobweb, his eyes half-closed, his eyes absent, he seemed to have lost his consciousness and was almost fainting.
Seeing this, the Taoist Yisuan was completely relieved, and his figure fell in front of Wen Shu. Reach out to pick it up.
He glanced over Wen Shu's tightly clasped right hand inadvertently, but did not see his sword. The Taoist Yi Suan was shocked, and he withdrew without hesitation, whether he was a step too late.
The spirit sword glowing with evil blood quietly broke through the protective body and inserted the spiritual power into the waist and abdomen, and the blood shot out. As the blood flickered, as if consciously, he swallowed the blood in his body greedily and eagerly, and pulled the flesh and blood around him, causing intense pain. At the same time, the fierce sword intent wreaked havoc on Yuan Ying, caught off guard.
Yi Suan Taoist's complexion instantly turned pale, he vomited blood and retreated, and it seemed that he had been severely injured. The look was furious, and his skinny claws firmly grasped the hilt of the sword, and he was about to pull it out.
Wen Shu's eyes flashed, his gesture changed, and after pinching a magic trick, he retreated without hesitation. He picked up Miao Anjun and fleeed.
The spirit sword trembled violently uncontrollably, the cracks in the sword's body spread, the aura flashed, and extremely chaotic fluctuations spread from it.
The Taoist Yi Suan was aware of Wen Shu's intention almost instantly, and his face was pale. Seeing that he was about to flee, there was a crazy color in his eyes rising, and the spiritual power all over his body surged out, blocking the exit regardless.
While blocking Wen Shu at the exit, the spirit sword burst into bursts instantly.
"Puff--!" The nearest Yi Suan Taoist did his part and received the greatest impact, and he spouted a blood mist from his sky, his breath was extremely wilting.
The spirit sword exploded, and Wen Shu was also implicated and vomited several mouthfuls of blood, his injuries worsened and his complexion became paler. The figure also shook uncontrollably, and suddenly fell to the ground.
Not to mention that the injuries outside the body are quite serious, the inside is even more messed up than the outside. It is not all the old tricks of false hooks, but the real and true oils. If this is not the case, it would not be so easy to deceive the consciousness of the transformation stage.
Most of his whole body's bones had already cracked when he hardened the power of transforming the gods earlier, and he was able to sustain it now entirely by his own amazing willpower, but at this moment he was at the limit and could not move.
Wen Shu looked back at the old man with an ugly face and apathetic breath, and secretly said a pity. Under the pressure of Huashen's might, he could not avoid being affected. This sure-killing blow was only a heavy blow to him, which was also a miscalculation.
However, with the body of the golden core, he severely damaged the **** of transformation, such a sturdy record, it was enough to stun people. I dare not say that it is the first time in thousands of years, and it is absolutely rare.
"...Master!" Huang Xuan was dazed, but he couldn't react for a while. After a long stunned for a while, a rousing spirit hurriedly stepped forward to support the Taoist Yishou. When he saw the hideous wound with a few pale ribs faintly exposed on his body, he couldn't help taking a breath.
"Cough cough cough... vertical! I really underestimated you... cough cough..." The Taoist Yi Suan looked vicious and frightened, but he slowly calmed down. He sneered, and said: "Even if you have the ability to reach the sky, you are already at the end of the slaughter at this moment. I want to see how you can fight another golden core monk."
"Xuan'er, kill him and take the spirit beast!"
"This...Master...Master, disciple..." Just thinking about what Wen Shu had done before, Huang Xuan felt a chill on his back, almost shocked. Even if he knew that the opponent was at the end of the battle, he still didn't even dare to float his eyes in the direction of Wen Shu.
"Huh?!" The Taoist Yisuan stared, his expression savage, and the blood on his face was as shocking as a ghost. "Hurry up!"
"...Yes!" Huang Xuan gritted his teeth and walked towards Wen Shu.
With trembling arms and hugging tightly, Wen Shu sighed, somewhat helpless.
Can't escape after all...
Miao Anjun carefully licked Wen Shu's blood-stained face, her bright golden eyes were dim, with a thin layer of mist hovering over them, and the hair beside her eyes was stained with water stains as if she was crying. It looked a little angry and sad, and it seemed to be regretful.
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Seeing the kitten rubbing his head gently against him, Wen Shu couldn't help smiling, and the wound was so painful that he didn't care.
He raised his hand to rub the kitten's head, but the palm of his hand did not obey, and fell weakly. Wen Shu closed his eyes tiredly with a smile, and the corners of his mouth raised a little helplessly and brought some inexplicable joy.
At the beginning, because of a difference in thought, the ghost and the gods made a blood contract with it instead of planting a slave mark. Now that I want to come, I feel a little lucky.
The blood contract is equal, and the positions of the two sides are equal. Although both prosper and prosper, they do not necessarily lose all. Once the slave seal is planted, the master will follow the death and irreversibly change.
But how could he be willing to let this beloved little beast go with him?
From left to right, he is just the mighty one, and it will disappear sooner or later, and it's really not worth letting him lose his life in vain.
The jade pendant on the body shattered, presumably that person should have sensed it too, he was abnormal in this way. I just hope that one can show up earlier and save his life.
He thought thoroughly and his expression became more indifferent, but Miao Anyun was anxiously blown up. He screamed lowly at Huang Xuan who was approaching.
Huang Xuan raised his hand, one of the tricks was to make Miao Anjun unable to move. He watched as Huang Xuan trembles with his hands in fear, getting closer to Wen Shu. Then... blood spattered...
The last trace of anger left by Wen Shu also disappeared.
--He failed to save him... he was... by them...
Miao Anjun stared blankly at the splashing blood, his head was blank. At this moment, it seemed that the whole world was gloomy, and he couldn't hear anything, only the **** color in front of him. The brilliant golden eyes seemed to have been splashed with blood, dyed with bloodthirsty scarlet.
[...Miao Miao! Listen to me...&×￥％×#&! ＠......Zi--】
Why did he die? You people who hurt him can still live!
[...Miao......stay......host! ! ......you can not......】
Why! ! Staring with scarlet eyes, Miao Anjun looked at Huang Xuan blankly. It seemed that something was aroused in the petite body, and it ran all over the body. The heat was abnormally hot, and it felt like burning bones and blood that was painful, but not as painful as the empty heartache in my heart.
The spirit beast with the appearance of a kitten has red eyes like blood jade, strange, cold, and full of fierce hatred. Huang Xuan only glanced at it and felt that his scalp was numb, cold and sweaty. I don't know when he broke away from his confinement, and leapt lightly on his shoulders, and stretched out his paws.
The last second of Huang Xuan's memory was magnified in front of him, reaching an incredible claw. Then it went black, and no longer consciousness.
"Bang..." The stiff corpse hit the ground, making a small noise. It was especially strange in this empty and quiet side hall, which made one's heart jump.
Just one face to face, a Jin Dan stage monk died simply and cleanly. The eyebrows of the Taoist I saw all jumped.
At this moment, the spirit beast turned his head, and those frightening blood pupils stared at him directly, and Taoist Yishou felt a chill. I want to escape, but I don't know why all the methods have failed, so I can only watch it motionlessly.
One step, two steps...The spirit beast walked over slowly, and every step he took, his body swelled a little. When he walked in front of him, there was already an adult leopard the size of. A long horn grew on his forehead, and the tail did not know when it became five.
The Taoist Yisuan narrowed his eyes, and somehow felt that the spirit beast in front of him was a bit familiar. Suddenly remembering what was contained in a classical book I had read, I couldn't help muttering to myself--
"It looks like a leopard, has five tails and a corner, and its sound is like hitting a stone, and its name... is called 狰."
Yes, what kind of mortal beast is, this is clearly one of the ferocious beasts of the ancient beast...
If you can get... the scorching fire suddenly burst out of the pupils of the Taoist priest, and the greed in his eyes was unconcealed.
"Your master is dead, it's better..."
The blood-red eyes of his pupils seemed to be stimulated by his words, their pupils shrank, and the cold and fierce pupils only left the color of madness. Before Dao Yi Suan finished his whimsical words, he bared his fangs furiously, raised his sharp claws and slapped Dao Yi Suan fiercely.
...
Miao Anjun crouched on the spot with blood red eyes, looking around blankly.
Here...what...no...what about him? Where is he.........
【alarm! Police...host...wave...violent...quiet...system...%#×＆...on...]
Who is...who is talking in his ear...what is saying...inaudible...
Tired... so tired...
After blinking the eyes that still maintained the blood-red color, Miao Anyun staggered to climb to the side of the already cold corpse with a familiar breath, then fell on the cold ground, and slowly knocked his eyes.
The spirit beast resembling a red leopard struggling to collapse next to the man's corpse, curled up, gradually shrinking, and quickly became as petite as it was at the beginning. The hollow eyes staring at the man showed an indescribable warmth, and he closed his eyes as if satisfied.
The difference between the front and the back is not a breath, the handsome white-clothed Taoist with cold eyes appeared out of thin air in this vital palace.
The Taoist in white looked at the tragic sight in front of him, sighed slightly, closed his eyes in silence, and turned away.
--After all... come one step later...
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