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

In a messy sword mound, Yan Shi rubbed Dong Kunjian's head angrily: "What are you doing? The demolition team? You? Don't say anything else, where will you sleep in the future?!"

Qinglong on the other side was very gentle, he squatted in front of Lu Dao and said, "Why are you fighting your brother all of a sudden?"

Lu Dao pouted his neck: "He's not my brother, he's just a bitch..."

Qinglong beat his head and flattened his stupid hair: "What are you talking about? You have done something wrong and insulted his swordsmanship. I will apologize later."

Lu Dao sniffled, and reluctantly looked at that guy, but saw Dong Kunjian throwing himself into Yanshi's arms and hugging his waist, whispering, "Sleeping Yan's arms will be fine in the future."

Lu Dao's dull hair stuck out from between Qinglong's fingers, and he was suddenly overwhelmed with envy.

After a while, this little disturbance was mediated under the mediation of the "parents". They sat together with their heads held down with a knife and a sword.

"Is it so mutually exclusive?" Qinglong and Yanshi both went to observe, and the sword immediately restrained their momentum and sat down obediently, looking at them eagerly.

"There is a situation." Yan Shi rubbed Dong Kunjian's head, "His spine was broken, and he couldn't transform the original sword. When your ancient sword came, he became energetic again."

Qinglong touched Lu Dao's ear: "They are indeed related, mutual exclusion and mutual assistance. This is the first time I have seen Lu Dao gather the original spirit. His spirit transformation time is too short, and he will not gather the original spirit. Breakthrough."

Bai Hu listened with Suzaku in his arms, interjected and asked, "If they unite, will they be able to eliminate the demon?"

Qinglong and Yanshi looked at each other, and they shook their heads at the same time.

"Xiaodong is injured."

"The road knife is too weak."

Dong Kun covered his mouth and smirked, Lu Dao frowned: "How can I be weak?"

Qinglong stroked his hairline with his fingertips, and wrapped a strand around his fingertips: "Xiaodao, your time to transform into a spirit is too short. According to the measurement of the human world, you are just a young boy now. If you refer to the age of the God Realm, you are just a young man. Flick the dust. Even if you are born against the sky, your cultivation time is too short. The biggest reason why you can defeat Suzaku is that you use hostile energy as your movement, and you are dedicated to defeating the gods. But let you face Zhongmo, who has engulfed half of the world , with your current cultivation, you will only be swallowed up instead."

Lu Dao yelled: "Then I will practice hard!"

"Yes," Qinglong laughed, "You have learned from Dongkun recently, please ask him to guide you."

Yanshi nodded: "It's very good, let Xiaodong and the knife stay together, and it won't rust."

Dong Kun's expression changed: "Ugly refuse."

Yanshi knocked him on the head: "Is the brat still obedient?"

With every knife and sword, his mouth was deflated, and he squatted on the ground and drew circles.

After finishing the mess in Jianzhong, Yanshi pulled Qinglong aside and whispered: "Ask, do you really put your hope of eliminating demons on Killing Dao? Father God also thinks so?"

"Let me just say it." Qinglong lowered his eyes, "If there is any other way, I will not take him out of Li Hai."

Yanshi was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "If he loses control in the future, you have a solution, right?"

"It should be barely enough."

"Succeed, I believe in you, Father God must also believe in you." Yan Shi heaved a sigh of relief, but scratched his hair in distress, "But this, the time is too urgent. When God confronts, we probably have already been taken over."

"Yeah, the gods don't have time to wait." Qinglong looked at Ludao and Dong Kun's stinky face over there, and said slowly: "If the gods are willing to sacrifice, then most of the problems can be solved."

On the other side, Dong Kun was frowning and staring at Ludao: "Your breath makes me very uncomfortable."

Lu Dao compared the two middle fingers expressionlessly: "You are not much better."

"We are born to be incompatible with fire and water." Dong Kun stretched out his hand and spread his five fingers, and the icy breath made a buzzing sound in the air, and a spirit sword that was completely blue reached his palm, and the tip of the sword was in front of Ludao's nose.

"However, for the sake of peace and peace outside, I can endure my instinctive discomfort and live in peace with you for the time being."

Lu Dao raised his hand and tapped the spirit sword twice with his fingertips: "Your way of greeting is too spicy."

As soon as he struck the spirit sword, countless sword shadows appeared behind Dong Kun in an instant, aiming at Ludao.If another person with trypophobia stood in front of him, he would have to be overwhelmed by the response.

Qinglong saw it too, and frowned: "What is your sword doing to my sword?"

"Greet friendly." Yanshi laughed dryly without confidence, put his finger into his mouth and whistled, and Dongkun over there immediately put away his sword when he heard it.

Qinglong snorted: "Excalibur Dongkun also wears a sword himself?"

"Since he has transformed into a spirit, he is a human being, and he also needs his own weapons, otherwise it will consume spiritual power to summon the source at every turn." Yan Shi said seriously, and couldn't help showing off: "The spirit sword I made for him personally , called Boundless, isn’t it good?”

Qinglong moved his fingertips: "The spirit weapon you forged is naturally the best, and there is no one in the Three Realms stronger than you."

Yan Shi was stunned, and couldn't help talking about all the hard work in refining the Wujiang Sword. After hearing this for a while, Qinglong followed Ludao's back not far away, and couldn't help but said: "Yan, can you do me a favor? Give Ludao a spirit weapon?"

Yanshi froze: "Ah? Don't you always dislike fighting?"

"I think Road Dao needs it. At least like Dongkun, there must be someone to rely on for protection."

Yanshi looked at Lu Dao, thought for a while and nodded: "I'll try it with reference to his origin. What spiritual weapon do you think is suitable for him? A knife? Let's choose a name by the way."

"Let's hit the Spiritual Saber, what's the name—" Qinglong's eyes moved, "Let's call the sword to kill the dragon."

Lu Dao began to practice with Dong Kun, and Shen Jian relied on himself to be hundreds of years ahead of him in transforming spirits, and from time to time he had two simple and stupid knives.It's not out of any bad intentions, it's purely because one accepts the pure air of the world and the other accepts the turbid air of the world, and the instinct is not to deal with it.

Lu Dao didn't pay attention when he was tainted, he put all his heart and soul into his cultivation, and was determined to become a powerful boss in a short time.But it is difficult to gather the original killing knife to fight.All the gods are transformed from the creatures of heaven and earth, and their origin is pure and strong. Only he and Dongkun are transformed from nothingness, and it takes thousands of times of spiritual power to gather their original spirits to come out.When Dongkun gathered his source sword to resist Zhong Mo, he was exhausted and was invaded by hostile energy, and the spine of the sword split in an instant.

What Ludao urgently needs to cultivate is a abnormally strong spiritual vein and a stable and powerful original knife output, so that he can compete with Zhongmo.

He was most afraid of not having enough time, so he practiced desperately.When he was tired, he glanced at the man in white not far away, and the phrase "you are too weak" instantly ignited his fighting spirit again.

But what he didn't expect was that they had already thought of a quick solution for the matter of cultivation.

"Every god, give me [-]% of my cultivation?" Lu Dao looked at Yashen in astonishment, then turned to Qinglong at a loss.

"This is the most suitable way, we don't have time for you to progress step by step." Yashen's tone was gentle but unquestionable, "Except for me, the rest of the gods will spare your cultivation to help you. On the contrary, he barely has the strength to fight against Zhong. However, such a huge spiritual flow pouring into the spiritual veins may cause discomfort, if you can't bear it, you will stop us."

Lu Dao looked at Qinglong: "As long as it's okay to ask, I'll be fine."

Qinglong's complexion was a little bad, and he nodded after a while: "If you can't bear it, you must speak up, don't hold back."

Lu Dao smiled: "Will you share your cultivation base with me?"

Qinglong actually discussed with Yashen whether to participate, he had to save his energy for other things.But in the face of the gods present, he couldn't openly say that he was special, so he had no choice but to lie: "Well, you don't have to be afraid."

Lu Dao took a breath, and Chaoya said: "Then I have no objection, please start."

The sub-god created an enchantment to cover him, and the group of gods lined up in nine layers. When the sub-god plucked the first string of the fuxiqin, the gods in the innermost layer began to pick out [-]% of their cultivation and lead them to the other side. On the enchantment, the sub-god's zither strings lead him into the spiritual vein of Road Dao.

Qinglong was on the innermost layer, and he closed his eyes with the sound of the piano.

He summoned the original spirit, ready to activate the blood feeding contract to draw the pain of Road Dao to himself.

The process of forcibly expanding one's spiritual veins is absolutely painful. There is never a shortcut to gaining one's cultivation base, and there must be a corresponding price for obtaining gifts from others.He didn't want Lu Dao to bear such a heavy mission and pain innocently, he wanted to extradite those tortures to himself.

His original spirit is a dragon, which is wrapped around Lu Dao's heart, surrounding his original knife.Qinglong wanted to mobilize the original spirit to wrap the knife, but was forced to stop at the end.

——Because the road knife sealed the sea of ​​knowledge and the source, it blatantly cut off this not-so-secure contract.

Cold sweat broke out on Qinglong's forehead in an instant, and he tried his best several times, but he was locked up and isolated.He suddenly opened his eyes and glared at the young man sitting cross-legged in the barrier, his eyes were red hot.

The first level of spirit induction ended, and the second wave continued, with Fuxiqin slightly raising the tune.

Lu Dao in the barrier opened his lips slightly, clasped his hands tightly on his knees, and stared intently at Qinglong outside the transparent barrier, his face revealing puzzlement and pain.

Qinglong's voice became hoarse, and he desperately wanted to pry off Lu Dao's defense to bear it for him, but the stubborn Dao didn't let go at all, and just looked at him with an unprecedentedly pitiful gaze.

Qinglong didn't know that every spiritual flow carried a brand mark, and while pouring into his spiritual veins to increase his cultivation, he was also forcibly engraving the inscription on the road knife.

The content of the branding is one sentence: [Engrave your awareness as a weapon, your mission is to eliminate demons. 】

That means that if he falls into a demon that is not much different from Zhongshen, he will also have to wipe himself out.

Spiritual currents washed into the spiritual veins one after another, and the pain became more and more painful as it went to the back, and the power of the brand that was endlessly carved into the spiritual veins became stronger and stronger.The gods forcibly instilled their will, and it was bound to swallow his sanity.

They didn't believe that Qinglong alone could trap the Gudao, they had their own tough measures.

They're going to make this brand his instinct.

In the eyes of all the gods, he is just a murder weapon, a knife used to eliminate demons. He is a beast with a potential danger factor comparable to that of Zhongmao, and he must be caught with an unquestionable collar.

He has no choice, everything is decided by the gods, he is just a tool.

Lu Dao understood everything. Looking at the expressionless gods outside the barrier, he couldn't avoid feeling the pain of those brainwashed thoughts imprinted on every corner of the sea of ​​consciousness and every inch of the spiritual veins. Anger also keeps building up.

He gritted his teeth and endured it, staring at his question closely, locking the blood bond with all his will.

He masochistically counted the brand marks pierced into his spiritual veins, and after the count, a wave of despair suddenly rose.

"Did you pass on this brand to me? I don't care if other people think of me like this. Just ask if it's not..."

There are 110 two gods standing in the nine-story fighting formation, as long as one brand is missing, it must be a question.

Wen never treated him as a tool, asked him as a human being, asked him to have life, asked his brother to say... love him.

When Yinling reached the fourth floor, he couldn't hold on any longer. He bent his back, Ludao hugged his head in pain, and couldn't help but let out a sob.

Lu Dao's pupils shrank, and he whimpered and counted silently: No. 30 seven brands.

Seeing his appearance, Qinglong couldn't bear it anymore, and tried his best to break away from the nine-layer formation to split the barrier and carry him out, but he couldn't move at all.

The spiritual currents in the nine-layer formation crossed into a net, and the eye of the formation was Shenya, the father of heaven and earth. He couldn't shake it at all, and he couldn't even speak.

A brand.

Lu Dao became kneeling on the ground, the hand holding his head trembling violently.

Qinglong slammed into his blockade of the blood bond like crazy, but he just refused to let go.

No.60 seven brands.

Lu Dao tore off the hair tie, put his hands on the ground, his black hair drooped messily, covering all expressions.

No.70 five.His fingers scratched into the icy ground, and the blood on his fingertips blurred into mournful lines.

There were bleeding marks on the corner of Qinglong's lips, and with his own strength, he weakly tore a seam from the nine-layer formation.He yelled at Yashen: "Enough! Stop!"

Yashen turned a deaf ear to it, and the melody of Fuxiqin became higher and higher, and when it melted past Qinglong's ears, his ears bled.

"He can't take it! I beg you, stop!" Qinglong coughed blood and shouted, looking at the road knife lying on the ground in the enchantment, his vision was blurred.

"He didn't speak." Yashen plucked the strings, "Continue."

No.... 93...

Road knife hit the broken ground with his forehead, and every breath he exhaled was bloody.

What a long time.

Qinglong's horns protruded from his forehead, and he tried his best to take a step towards Ludao.

Yashen frowned slightly, released the spiritual pressure and hit him.

One hundred...zero four.

Lu Dao grabbed his heart with one hand, roaring like a trapped animal.

110nd……

Asking if he would not treat him like this, this brand will definitely be one less——

110 a.

All the pain was piled up to the peak, all the brand marks were clamoring, the spirit veins were almost burst, and there was still a sliver of his sanity left.

No more, no more, because asking will not...

However, the last imprint brought a ferocious and terrifying spiritual flow into the soul—a total of 110 two imprints, and the nine-layer formation was successfully completed.

Everything between heaven and earth disappeared, and the spiritual flow of blood stagnated. He raised his head from the blood in a daze, and looked at the white clothes outside the barrier with blurred vision.

Fuxiqin stopped.

110 The two branded knife inscriptions are raging, the pain is lost, the anger is lost, only despair is boundless.

Qinglong broke out of the nine-layer formation, and rushed over desperately to break the barrier.He hugged him, shaking violently.

Lu Dao looked at him with many scars, but didn't make any sound, tears like blood suddenly fell from the corner of his eyes.

It was the only sound in the temple.