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

The white tiger saw the scene on the left side in the mirror of returning to the world, and his face was expressionless, but the little white tiger on his lap raised his two front paws to cover his face and groaned.

The white tiger rubbed its little head, remembering the first time it met Qinglong more than 3000 years ago.

At that time, the Four Elephants were under Zhongshen's command, and the Four Ominous Ones were assigned by Yashen.That year, the two Father Gods, Beitian and Dongshan, were invited to meet, and the lower gods from both sides followed to make their appearances.Many hidden gods also went, and Qinglong, who has been seeing each other all year round, also arrived.

The dragon god was dressed in a simple white robe, and for some reason, he stood out a lot from other gods who were also dressed like snow.Many gods wanted to make friends with him. He put on a face of smiling and smiling. He was polite to everyone, and his eyes were crooked when he saw everyone.

God should be like that.

The prosperity and desolation of Vientiane come into the eyes, and the likes and sorrows, good and evil of all beings come into the eyes, and it will not cause much fluctuation, and everything is equal.

Zep is high above all things.

It's just that no one expected that after a thousand years, a knife would be engraved in the dragon pupil.

Baihu pressed the bird feathers in his arms, thinking, this doom is too inevitable.

The huge guardian array on the top of the peak was suddenly startled, and a sky full of spirit patterns appeared.The white tiger immediately pressed his hand on the ground to make up for it, but before he could make up for it, the spirit pattern circuit in the sky went backwards.

Deep resentment welled up in his heart, the demon they had suppressed for so many years was about to recover.

The little white tiger on his lap jumped up and slipped into his arms, and after taking out the Suzaku feathers, he jumped into the sky recklessly.It roared and stepped onto the protective formation, trying to make up the formation as before, but the gods and demons ebbed and flowed one after another, before it could make up the formation, a repulsive force appeared on the formation, mercilessly bouncing it down.

Bloodshot eyes appeared in the white tiger's eyes on the ground, and his fingertips were cracked due to the excessive output of spiritual power.After struggling for 3000 years, he is almost at the point of exhaustion.

The little white tiger also lost his strength and fell limply from mid-air.The Suzaku wing on its back lost its shape and turned into a feather again.It turned around in the air, tightly closed Suzaku feathers with its two claws, and then curled itself into a white ball, ready to throw a tiger to eat shit.

But the expected fall to pieces didn't happen, the aura on the peak fluctuated violently, the sound of Jin Ge leaping across the low sky, and the little white tiger rolled into a hand.

His hands were cold and lifeless.It opened its eyes, first saw a knife standing in the void, and then saw the demon standing in front of it clearly.

Baihu stopped making up the formation, wiped the blood from his lips and raised his head.The mirror of returning to the world disappeared into the air, and one of the tracers in the mirror returned to the present world.

Lu Dao threw the little white tiger to him without looking back, leaving a cold back.

Behind him, an upright circular formation appeared out of thin air, with bright red spirit patterns flowing around the formation, surrounding a long knife in the center.

On the long knife, there is a ray of blue clear spiritual flow tightly wrapped around it, filling the mottled cracks on the knife.This pure ice blue blended with the inherently vicious crimson black of the Killing Sword, and it even became a part of the Original Killing Sword.

This ray of divine origin made his eyes appear clean blue, and enabled him to maintain an independent spirituality even in the hell eroded by strong hostility.

He is a murderous knife kissed and blessed by the gods.

In the God Realm 3000 years ago, the Northern Heavenly Demon went against the sky, catalyzing the viciousness of the heaven and the earth to press towards Dongshan step by step.The sub-god gathered the power of the gods to strengthen the barrier, barely curbing the invasion of demonic energy.

But this is not a permanent solution, they are all waiting for the ancient knife to contain the hostility of the world and fundamentally block Zhong Mo's footsteps.

Road Dao is also cooperating with containing the hostility of the world, and stretches his threshold little by little.While the process is slow, it does pay off.

And during that time, whenever Dongkun got within ten steps of Lu Dao, his hair would explode.The gods are sensitive to hostility, especially Dongkun, which houses the clean energy of the world.However, although this Excalibur talked about spicy chicken, he still pinched his nose and went to Jianzhong to find him every day to help him practice and strengthen his original output.

Road Dao's cultivation base is not solid, and Yuanyuan Dao will not take long to transform into shape. If he meets Zhong Mo, he will be extremely disadvantaged.

Ludao also knew that he stayed in the sword mound every day and practiced day and night. Except for Dongkun and Yashen, he had hardly seen anyone else.

Soon, Dong Kun cursed and carried a knife to him.

He folded his hands and said coldly: "Yan's energy for a while is all for helping you fight this thing, and now I'm too tired to fall asleep."

Lu Dao took it and held it in his hand for a moment: "Spiritual weapon? Is this for me?"

With the spirit weapon, he doesn't have to keep turning out the origin knife, he can use the spirit weapon to drain the devil energy, which saves a lot of trouble and effort.

The blade imitated the origin of the road knife, and the shape was cool and fierce, which made him feel very pleasing to the eye.The handle of the knife was temporarily cast, so it couldn't hold back the arrogance of the knife at all.As soon as Lu Dao grasped the hilt and input spiritual power, red flames arose all over the saber, directly destroying the hilt.

Dong Kun was almost splashed by the red flames, and without a word, he drew out his boundless sword, holding the sword to fight with the road knife: "The flames are quite arrogant."

Lu Dao got the weapon he wanted, his eyes lit up with a rare brilliance, and he pointed at Dong Kun with the sword in his hand: "Come on, let's learn from each other."

In the distance, Yanshi yawned softly and looked at them, rubbed his eyes and said, "Look, I told you, he will like it." As he spoke, he glanced at the unhealed palm of Qinglong's hand, reluctantly He couldn't help saying: "It's you, as for using yourself to strike the knife?"

Qinglong followed him with his eyes, and laughed at himself for a long time: "That's all I can do."

Ludao used it for a while, and under Dong Kun's guidance, tried to melt the knife into the spirit vein. When the spirit weapon entered the vein, the familiar temperature touched the heartstrings, and there was a fine tremor.

Lu Dao covered the knife marks on his palm, and turned his head to look backward, suspecting that the man was not far away, but he saw nothing.There are only two unlucky bastards in this sword mound.

Dong Kun himself also put away the Wujiang Sword, and patted the dust on his body to gossip: "Take it easy when using spiritual weapons, usually against opponents who are weaker than yourself, then you don't have to spend a lot of time to transform the original source, and use that spiritual weapon to deal with it." That's fine. But if you're facing someone like Zhong Mo, that spirit knife won't be able to withstand it."

"I know." Lu Dao withdrew his gaze, and opened his palm to look at the pattern on the saber, "Did Yan Shi tell you what the name of this saber is?"

Dong Kun nodded: "Yes, he said, it's called Zhanlong."

Lu Dao's hand froze, what did he cut?

He frowned and said angrily: "This name is too bad!"

"Huh?" Dong Kun couldn't hear what others said about his elder brother Yan's bad words, so he rolled up his sleeves and started arguing with this ignorant guy.

At the end of the quarrel, the two wanted to fight again, but because they had been sparring for a long time before, they were tired before the quarrel was over.So the two fell on their backs and continued to scold each other while lying on the rough ground.

The noise made the back road not smooth enough, so he said angrily: "I will never see eye to eye with you."

Dong Kun sneered: "Didn't you already know it when we met on the first day? Yan Huan always reminded me that you and I are brothers of the same clan, and let me take care of my younger brother. Shit, have you ever called me brother?"

"You are the younger brother!" Lu Dao said viciously, "I have a younger brother, and he is much more pleasing to the eye than you."

"Hey, where are you? Why didn't you come to Kunwu Mountain?"

"He's still retreating in the deepest part of Li Hai..." Lu Dao was about to elaborate, but closed his mouth again.

Dong Kun was puzzled: "Then what? Can't you come out if you don't succeed in cultivation?"

Lu Dao muffled a reply, thought of something else, was silent for a while and asked, "What is a brother?"

"Is there even a need to ask?" Dong Kun acted as if he had heard a big joke, "It's just a lifelong companion who fought side by side."

Lu Dao froze for a moment: "Really? Where's your friend?"

"Friends are easier. Like-minded people help each other. If you are happy, you will lose a few words, and if you are sad and angry, you will take a few pats. If you have good things, you are willing to tell the other party, and if you have bad things, you don't mind letting the other party see this mess." Dong Kun said clearly, He has been transformed into a spirit for hundreds of years. He has never eaten pork but has seen pigs run away. He speaks one set of words, which makes people feel strangely convincing.

Lu Dao stared straight at the high ceiling of Jianzhong, until he heard Dong Kun say stop, and then said: "Then I don't have any."

Dong Kun was silent for a while, and then hummed after a while: "Actually, I'm pretty much the same."

Lu Dao glanced at him suspiciously, then said sourly, "You have Yanshi."

"Yes, I have Yan, he is worth more than ten thousand." Dong Kun couldn't help showing a idiotic smile, and after lying down for a while and resting enough, he got up and left: "I won't talk nonsense with you, I'm leaving, I'll go back and see To see him."

"Let's go." Lu Dao was a little irritable.

Dong Kun looked at the mournful three-year-old knife on the ground, hesitated for a while, and said awkwardly: "Hey, I wanted to tell you a few words earlier, will you listen?"

Lu Dao waved his hand irritably: "Put the fart, go home and find your brother Yan after you fart."

Dong Kun laughed, then stood upright, and said in a serious tone, "Your cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds recently, very powerful."

Lu Dao's hand froze, his eyes widened as if he saw a ghost.

This guy is... praising him?

"Although you are born fierce and fearsome, you still let the gods put their hopes on you. This is your skill." Dong Kun said, "You can change the pattern of gods and demons by yourself, and no one else can do this." It can be done. Correct your mentality, and stop entangled in your origin and way of survival, no need."

"Others treat you as a tool, but you know it yourself, just show them something famous." Dong Kun kicked him unceremoniously, "It's not suitable for the chosen one to be self-defeating, but it's ours to be crazy and cool Temperament, do you understand?"

Lu Dao's eyebrows were raised into a figure eight, with a shocked expression on his face.

"That's what I said. Come on, don't stay here, go back to the place where the gods live, this sword mound is not a place to sleep." Dong Kun clapped his hands and left, and after walking a few steps, he added: "You don't have to be envious I have Yan, Mr. Qinglong is also very concerned about you."

Lu Dao stared blankly at Dong Kun leaving, thinking about what he said, the more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt.

He turned over, pressed the back of his neck and stepped out of the sword mound, eager to see that person.

Over the past few days, the imprint in the sea of ​​consciousness has slowly penetrated into the depths of his spirituality, and he has gradually learned to reconcile the hostility in his body to coexist peacefully with it, without being affected by the darkness of the hostility.He is like a child who doesn't want to entangle the pain when the scar is healed. He wants to see that person all the time.

Stepping out of the sword mound, there is a god guarding the exit, and when he saw him, his expression froze.

Lu Dao waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and then he passed by like a gust of wind.

He rushed back to the wing room in the center of the Kunwu Temple, and couldn't wait to push open the door to break in.

Who knew that at this moment, the sky on the top of Kunwu Mountain changed.

The sky filled with misty and clear aura suddenly poured into the cloudy gray-black hostility, as if a black cauldron covered the sun and the moon, bringing endless shadows.

Lu Dao's pupils changed suddenly, and the brand marks in the sea of ​​consciousness emerged one after another, urging his instincts crazily, and he raised his hand to absorb the hostility in the sky into the source.

But he couldn't hold on to such a heavy body for a while, just gritted his teeth to absorb the hostility in the sky into the source, the spirit veins couldn't hold on, and the turbid hostility spread from the source like mountains and seas, and disappeared in an instant Covering the entire Kunwu Mountain.

The gods of Kunwu Mountain felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They still couldn't distinguish the situation, and thought that the ancient sword was killing the demon, so they gathered together according to the previous countermeasures to suppress the ancient sword.

However, before the formation was activated, the gods saw the heavy black mist whirling and galloping back to the wing in the center of Kunwu Mountain.

A deep and vast dragon chant came from the wing room, it was Qinglong comforting them and also warning them.

The gods waited for a while, and seeing that there was really no movement, they retreated in a cold sweat.

No one knew that the Gudao in the wing room was pressing against the dragon god, and its fangs were deeply buried in the dragon's neck.

Lu Dao instinctively contained hostile energy to maintain the balance of heaven and earth. Qinglong had no choice but to try to feed on blood and try his best to maintain the purity of this sword.

The god's blood flowed into the demon's bones, the divinity of the green dragon diluted a little of the demonic nature of the road knife, and the original spirit gradually became similar, and the contract was more thoroughly blended.

Qinglong held his breath and endured the pain, and carefully drove the original spirit to the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, but there were very few of them that could be found.

It's all [Evil Elimination].

Qinglong still remembered the moment when the contract was successful, when he peeked into his sea of ​​consciousness, what he saw was his overwhelming figure.At that time, Lu Dao could only think about him, Chibai Mingliang.

But now, all he saw was black and red.

Lu Dao's fangs were buried on his neck, Qinglong heard his swallowing sound, raised his hand and gently hugged his head.

"What should I do."

Lu Dao seemed to hear Qinglong's sobs in the sea of ​​consciousness between being blurred and upside down.