Don't suck me, I'm not sweet {wear book}

Qinglong took Lu Dao and Yanshi to Kunwu Mountain where Yashen was. Baihu held Suzaku in his arms and told Yanshi about the demon suppression. Yanshi watched Suzaku and rubbed his hands excitedly: "No problem, father God has long wanted to instigate you four elephants, and I have something urgent to trouble God Suzaku—"

Baihu looked down at Suzaku, then nodded: "If there is anything we can help, feel free to mention it."

The three of them didn't want to get too close to Ludao, so Qinglong led him behind him, and kept looking at the distant northern sky, where Zhongshen was now entrenched.

In the direction opposite to Kunwu Mountain, the northern sky is shrouded in gloom, and the turbid air in it is surging endlessly, ready to break through that layer of barrier and sweep across the sky.

Lu Dao also looked at the vast gray shadow, and his spiritual pulse was about to move.He looked at Qinglong in a blink of an eye, remembered something, and asked in a low voice, "Are you worried about that candle dragon?"

Qinglong came back to his senses, closed his eyes and passed some memories about Zhulong in the sea of ​​knowledge to Ludao, showed him the previous cultivation experience of the two brothers, opened his eyes after a while and replied: "That is my brother, but we have gone the other way. .”

Lu Dao squeezed his hand: "Brother? The turkeys call you brother. What do these brothers call you?"

Qinglong flicked his forehead and smiled: "It's your like-minded companion."

Lu Dao sniffed, leaned over and pressed against his forehead, and looked at him seriously: "Ask brother."

Qinglong's pupils shrank, and his ears turned red for no reason.

A group of people climbed through the clouds for a long time before arriving at Kunwu Mountain. When they reached the top of the mountain and descended, the worship platform was full of gods from all walks of life. Seeing the battle, Qinglong was also stunned for a moment.

The group of people who came was of extraordinary status. As soon as they came down from the clouds, the gods on the stage joined hands and saluted, and unanimously gave way.

Xuanwu was at the front, and was not too surprised by Qinglong's arrival.He went up to say hello to Yanshi, and the latter said a few words before pulling Baihu away: "Then you discuss it, I'll go back to Jianzhong first."

Xuanwu waved his hand at him, then came to Qinglong and stared at him for a while.

Wen Nong also saw this person clearly through Qinglong's eyes, and for some reason always felt that he had seen this Xuanwu before, and his appearance and temperament were very familiar.

I must have seen it somewhere, but where?

After a while, Xuanwu moved aside: "Ya God has been waiting for you for a long time, please."

Qinglong was inconvenient to be polite, so he took the road knife and walked up to the god steps.The higher you go, the heavier the spiritual pressure, which makes you feel uncomfortable.However, the moment he walked into the main hall of Kunwu, the spiritual pressure disappeared in an instant, and the second father god who commanded the gods in the world did not sit on the high seat, but crossed his legs on the ground, with a fuxiqin on his lap.

Qinglong pulled Lu Dao and bent over, Yashen smiled lightly: "You two, please come forward, there is no need to be polite."

Qinglong stepped forward quietly, and sat on the floor with his robe lifted, while Lu Dao was cross-legged like Yashen, watching him curiously.

Yashen let him look at it, and couldn't help laughing: "It turns out that this is what it looks like after killing the ancient sword and turning into a spirit."

"I made you laugh." Qinglong laughed too.

Lu Dao was confused, so he scratched his calf and remained silent.

"From the East Sea to the West Mountain, Qinglong, have you seen Beitian?"

"Yes." Qinglong said, "The sky is full of obsession."

Yashen lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes cast a shadow, and plucked a string with his fingertips: "The sky is full of demons."

The low and thick tone of Fuxiqin echoed in the whole hall, Qinglong's long hair was brushed back, and the inverted scales of his lower jaw appeared for a moment, flashing a faint light.The road knife on one side was also shaken by the sound of the piano, not only the red lines appeared, but also the virtual shape of a knife appeared in the mid-air above the head.

Qinglong raised his head to see the fierce shadow of the long knife wrapped in the black mist, while Lu Dao turned his head sideways to see the Ni scales exposed when he raised his head.

Yashen stared at the sword shadow for a while, and sighed softly: "Although I have borrowed my eyes to see Li Hai's situation clearly, but I have not seen it with my own eyes, so I really don't know what to fear."

He considered for a moment, turned to Ludao and said with Yan Yuese: "Why don't you wait outside first? I'll have a chat with Qinglong alone."

The phantom in mid-air disappeared, Qinglong looked back at Ludao, and coaxed him in the sea of ​​self-knowledge: "First wait for me outside."

Lu Dao looked left and right, and felt that this sub-god was not bad, but he waited for a while before going out step by step.

Yashen waited for him to walk out of the hall, plucked Fuxiqin and closed the door of the hall, and formed a barrier in the space.

He looked at Qinglong, half-jokingly said: "As Baihu said, you did raise a demon. If it were any other god, I might suspect that you are deliberately preparing to overthrow the order of heaven and earth."

Qinglong completely closed the sea of ​​consciousness, joined hands and said: "You are different, I believe you can make your own judgment."

Yashen didn't use his spiritual power, so he plucked his zither and smiled wryly: "Qinglong, you guard the balance of heaven and earth, just tell me, when you slaughtered the ancient sword to transform the spirit, have you ever guessed the situation of gods and demons today?"

"The cycle of heaven and earth is endless, and there is no eternal change." Qinglong raised his head, "The division of gods and demons is inevitable, because the battle between the gods is becoming more and more fierce. The evil thoughts of the world are getting deeper and deeper, and the creatures in the lower world are also affected. The cycle goes on and on, and the anger keeps deepening. It’s just that this was supposed to be a gradual process, but the disagreement between you and Zhongshen and the fierce competition among the gods turned it into a drastic change.”

"Because gods also have desires." Yashen said gently, "We each have our own beliefs, and when we can't reconcile, we have to declare war to resolve it."

"Please allow me to ask boldly, what are you fighting for?"

"Competing for the future of the gods." Yashen pressed the piano, "I never told anyone about my ideals. But you, you have the same rebellious bones as me."

"Don't dare, I can't compare with you, but I really want to hear your ideals."

Yashen put his index finger on his lips, and after a while, he said softly, "I want to lead the gods who are willing to follow me on adventures, and leave this world—to create a new world."

Qinglong was quiet for a long time, then bent down and saluted: "This is an unprecedented feat, I hope you successfully guide a new future."

Yashen bowed his head and played the qin: "But my brother backed away from me, and even transformed into a demon. I want to move forward, but I can only get rid of the demon. Qinglong, are you willing to lead the Gudao to open up this dangerous road?"

"I only have one request." He raised his head, "I am willing to be driven by you, but I hope you will give me a promise: the ancient killing knife belongs to me, and it can only be mastered by me. I don't want the gods to turn around when they are dying Come to remove the road knife."

Yashen looked at him for a long time: "Even if I promise you, do you have the ability to control it?"

"I have a solution." Qinglong sat up straight, "If in the end, he is really swallowed by the hostility beyond the limits of the world - before he destroys the Three Realms, I will do my best to seal him."

The hall was filled with his astonishing spiritual pressure, and Fuxiqin made a tense and piercing sound in this silent spiritual pressure.Yashen pressed the piano, and said after a while: "As long as you can get rid of Zhong Mo, I promise you, after the war, no matter whether the Killing Gu Dao is a god or a demon, the gods have no right to ask him whether he lives or dies."

"He belongs only to you."

When Qinglong walked out of the temple, Lu Dao was leaning against the divine pillar, looking up at the auspicious light on the sky of Kunwu Mountain, and many gods watched him warily not far away.Surrounded by clothes better than snow, with an ethereal air of immortality, he is the only one who is absolutely out of place.

Lu Dao frowned, turned his head to look along the contract of harmony, and saw him coming down from the god steps, his lips moved, and he vaguely wanted to ask, but he still didn't let out his voice.

Qinglong walked towards him as if no one was there, and led him away in a very natural way.

Ludao was like a puppy who had been rewarded and belonged, and walked happily holding his hand tightly.

Yashen arranged for them to settle in the center of the temple of the gods, surrounded by some awesome gods, presumably to prevent the mutation of the Gudao.

Qinglong led him into the wing, and just as the door closed, he received a bear hug.

He patted Lu Dao's hand: "How does it feel to step out of Li Hai for the first time?"

"It's wonderful, but very muddy." Lu Dao was about the same height as him, rubbing his temples from behind, "The house is clean."

The hostility from the outside world was indeed deeper than that of Li Hai, Qinglong tilted his head and bumped him lightly, and asked again: "Do you mind if the gods look at you?"

Lu Dao replied honestly: "It's uncomfortable, but it's okay, as long as you don't see me in that way, it's enough."

"You come here as a spirit, and you are a part of all living beings. All living beings have relatives, lovers, and friends, and you should too."

Lu Dao said confidently: "Ask me one, and my world will be filled."

Qinglong touched his fingertips and laughed: "This is too thin."

He thought for a while, broke away from Lu Dao's hand, and carried him out again.

"Where are you going? Don't you want to rest?"

"No rush." ​​Qinglong found someone to inquire about Yanshi's whereabouts, and took him straight away.

"Take you to meet an existence that also transcends the Three Realms. When you meet, you will definitely feel a lot of emotions."

He brought the road knife to the Shenjian Tomb, Yanshi was tinkering in the depths of the sword tomb and couldn't get away, so the two of them were led by the servant Jiantong.

Lu Dao looked curiously at the fragments of weapons floating in the air along the way, his nose kept moving.

When we got to the depths of the sword mound, we could see the ice abyss on the left, the fire pool on the right, and a magnificent sword stove in the middle, with countless long swords hanging from the top, and they made clear and clear sounds when they hit each other.

The white tiger Suzaku was also there, and the white tiger hugged the little turkey-shaped Suzaku, stroking it from time to time, coaxing the fried-haired little ancestor in a low voice.

Yanshi was squatting in front of the black lacquered sword furnace, observing the fire inside, and raised his hand when the flame was weak: "Spray!"

Suzaku was steaming from its nostrils, shook its top feathers and rubbed against the white tiger's arms, opened its beak and sprayed a series of big fireballs at the sword furnace.After spraying it, it flapped its wings unbearably and turned around and got into the white tiger's lapel, as if it would be smothered to death if it was asked to breathe fire again.

Yanshi nervously watched the situation in the sword furnace, and after a while he sighed: "My God, Lihuo can't do it..."

"What's wrong?" Qinglong also squatted over, looking curiously.

"Ask the dragon! Have you talked with Father God?" Yanshi pulled him up, "Stay away from the stove, it's hot."

Qinglong nodded and pointed to the sword furnace: "Are you trying to refine it?"

"It failed." Yanshi scratched his hair in distress, "I can't even leave the fire, I have to think of other ways to repair Dongkun..."

Qinglong raised his head to observe the sword furnace: "Is your family in here?"

"Wow, I'm not [-]% sure I won't let him in." Yanshi pointed to Bingyuan on the left, "He still needs to rest for a while, and he's sleeping in the ice right now."

"That's such a pity. I originally wanted to come and pay my respects. By the way, let me introduce Dongkun Excalibur—"

From the point of view of origin, although the attributes of the Killing Gudao and the Dongkun Sword are opposite, the origins are the same, and they are both innovated from the ax of the Chuangshen.In a sense, this sword and one knife can be regarded as brothers.

Qinglong wants to lead Lu Dao to meet his "relatives", maybe he can get some insight.

Yan Shi raised his eyebrows, thumped the palms of his hands, and beamed with joy: "Oh, that's right! Killing Dao and Dongkun still have similarities, can you lend me to study it?"

Qinglong was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Ludao behind him: "It would be best if I could help, Ludao, you... um? What are you looking at?"

Lu Dao looked solemn, and was staring at Bing Yuan warily.

Yan Shi, who couldn't recognize the atmosphere, introduced: "My house is inside——"

Before the words fell, Bingyuan suddenly made waves.

"sleep--"

With a sound of swiping, all the weapons in the sword mound moved.

Ludao pushed Qinglong to the side, and with his backhand, he used a strong suffocation to block the countless howling weapons.

Qinglong stepped out of the barrier to protect the people around him in an instant, and the gray-black hostility hit the barrier. The white tiger hissed, and the little turkey in his arms couldn't hold back, and screamed loudly.

Yanshi was also dumbfounded, and watched in a daze as the weapons in the entire Sword Tomb slashed towards the road knife like an unmanned pilot, and it took a long time before he yelled: "Dongkun, what are you doing?!"

Qinglong also cried out: "Lu Dao, what are you doing?"

With a bang, the ice in the ice abyss of Jianzhong was suspended, and Lu Dao grabbed it behind him not to be outdone, and the fire slurry in the entire fire pool was also suspended.

Qinglong immediately strengthened the ten-fold barrier, and everyone opened their mouths wide to see that the big lump of ice and the big fire collided with each other, making a loud noise that exploded their eardrums.

Between the steam that blurred the vision, a sword with a cold light pierced through the air, and thousands of sword shadows cut through the severe winter.

A murderous knife wrapped in thorny flames also roared out, and the crimson to almost black flames rolled into the menacing Excalibur.

On the other side of the sword is a green-clothed immortal with a fairy air, and on the other side of the knife is a vicious black-clothed demon. These two people saluted each other in a "friendly" way: "Who are you?!"

Yanshi looked at the dry Solving Soldiers Pond on the left, the dry Xibing Abyss on the right, and the fragments of weapons all over the ground in the middle. Finally, with his hands on his head, he burst into a loud cry: "My sword mound——"