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

The hostility in the sky skyrocketed, and Lu Dao couldn't sit still, so he flew out of the white tiger's territory without making a sound.He rushed straight along the hostile air flow, and finally flew to the magic capital.

He stood suspended in mid-air and looked down at the Demon City under his feet. He watched the violent energy converging in all directions, surging towards the center of the huge formation, and the violent energy suddenly occupied the sea of ​​consciousness.

These evil thoughts once flowed into his body, causing chaos and injuring a dragon.

He bombarded the spirit orifices and the heart with all his spiritual power, and drew out the origin knife again.

Pupils creeping madly, all he wants is an end and self-punishment.

"Little Lord!"

Lu Dao's irrational eyes regained consciousness for a moment, he put away his murderous aura and turned around, and saw the red move in a hurry.

Hong Zhao flies over, Suo Weiyang's walking stick on his waist glistens.She reached out to hold his hand: "Young master, where have you been?"

Lu Dao interrupted her: "You don't have to worry about it. Hong Zhao, you came at the right time. Take everyone away from the demon capital, the underground monsters are about to wake up."

He ordered briefly, and then withdrew his hand.

But his fingertips felt cold, he looked down and saw a small red snake wrapped around his fingertips and slipped into his sleeve quickly.

The cold scales scraped across the veins, and the corners of his eyes split open instantly.

Lu Dao remembered this breath.

"I'm sorry, young master."

The black fog obscured his vision, and he couldn't see the red move clearly.

A thick fog appeared in front of my eyes, and those who didn't want to touch it all emerged.

There was a hoarse laughter behind the ears: "Are you afraid? What are you avoiding? If you think you have forgotten, you can pretend that you have never done it?"

A phantom of a red and black dragon appeared in the cloud and mist, and the one holding the Dragon Slaying Saber was himself.

Lu Dao closed his eyes, but illusions were everywhere.

He saw the self from 3000 years ago stretching his limit, pushing out twelve red formations to encircle the demonized Candle Dragon, with a ferocious look on his face from time to time.It seemed that besides Zhulong, he was still confronting something invisible.

3000 years ago, Dongjian assisted him with the Wujiang Sword, and the green dragon that had transformed into its original form collided with the candle dragon, and entangled the candle dragon tightly amidst the deafening dragon cry.

Dongkun collected thousands of sword shadows and gathered them into a front, which descended from the sky with a thousand weights, and pierced Zhulong's tail with one sword.

The red formation hangs in the sky, and the dragon-slaying knife is held high - as long as this knife is cut down, the dragon's head will be removed, and the battle between gods and demons will be a victory for God.

But he failed to resist the erosion of the brand mark. At the last moment, thorns and flames added to his body.

The hostility from Candle Dragon's huge dragon roared towards the killing knife that contained the hostility. The sky and the earth were roaring with wind and clouds, and the sky that had just recovered its clear spirit suddenly changed, and thunder and lightning struck among the clouds.

"Ludao, stop!" Dongkun yelled, at the end of his crossbow, he was still consuming his original spirit to transform his sword and rushed towards the sky. He yelled at Qinglong without looking back: "Stop him! Zhongshen was enchanted back then This is the vision!"

The dragon roared hoarsely, Qinglong gave up on the candle dragon, and walked towards him with a neigh.Zhulong bit his dragon tail and dragged him with all his strength, letting the hostility from his body be taken away without caring.

Qinglong roared and broke free, but it was a momentary delay, and there was an ear-piercing sound of Jin Ge breaking in the air.

Qinglong raised his head, his pupils suddenly narrowed into pale lines.In the distance, a seriously injured god called out heartbreakingly.

The magic knife cracked, and the magic sword broke its ridge in the air.

The Killing Ancient Knife exceeded the threshold, and the hostility of the world under containment suddenly poured out.

The dark clouds and mist that covered the sky broke out and gathered into a dark and violent tornado.The origin of Dongkun was seriously damaged, and it fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Candle Dragon's devilish energy was drained, Qinglong slapped it back into the ground to seal it, roaring and rushing towards the storm.Going against the wind, the hostility of heaven and earth slashed at the head, and silvery-white dragon scale light spots and blood-red rain patterns burst out in the pitch-black storm.

The green dragon couldn't hit the center of the storm, roaring and pushing in with its horn, the right corner suddenly broke, and the huge spiritual power tore apart the storm in an instant.At that moment, he rushed into the center of the hostile energy of heaven and earth, engulfing the demonizing killing knife.

"Road Dao!" The dragon dispersed, and the mottled white-clothed Wen stepped out in the wind, tearing through the thick black mist, leaning over and colliding with his forehead.

The strong wind blew up, countless chains gushed out from the ground, and the hostile energy penetrated into the ground, infecting it into a desolate scorched black.Tianzhu is absolutely extreme, the ground is constantly uplifting and collapsing, and gushing magma and hills are bursting out.

"Heaven and earth travel against each other, eternal life together—" Wen asked hoarsely, covering the eyes of Killer Dao in the gushing anger: "Heaven and earth keep the balance, listen to my deployment since ancient times, Nilin—enter!"

A dazzling blue light flashed, and the light instantly merged into the body of the killing knife.

"Hold on, Xiaodao." Wen said barely audibly against his forehead, "I'll give you the godhead, and we'll get through together."

Chizhen frenziedly cut hostility all over his body, the Yuanyuan knife above his head was suspended unsteadily, and the deity with a broken horn hugged the naturally vicious demon tightly.

"Survive, let's survive together."

He tightly wrapped his shoulders around the killing knife, and bit his wrist with his mouth open.The blood spattered, and the blue spirit patterns erupted. Accompanied by the extremely painful roar, a ray of dazzling blue light was stripped from his wrist and his lips and teeth.

He injected the bundle of blue dragon veins into the spiritual aperture under the Butterfly Bone of the Killing Knife, trembling and closing his eyes.

This dragon has two opposite horns.A pair was born on the forehead, small and plain, he was born with it, carrying spiritual power and memory.There is another pair born on the head, which are magnificent and dazzling, and are the "tentacles" endowed by heaven to connect all things.

After peeling off the dragon's veins, he handed over the horns on top of his head that communicated with everything in the world to Killing Dao.

"I'll strip the godhead to you. Half of my spirit flows in your body, and you won't be able to return to the demon..."

The Origin Killing Ancient Knife floating above the head has changed, and the mottled cracks on the knife body are entangled with a blue spiritual vein, slowly repairing all the cracks.

The threshold of the container is further expanded, and the ancient sword is used to contain the hostility of the world again.

The corners of Wen Wen's lips were bloodshot, and his pupils were gray with hostility. He still hugged him tightly, and murmured: "From then on, we have merged with each other. We will guard the balance of heaven and earth together. Wherever hostility passes, I will accompany him." You bear it together."

This is the only way a stupid dragon can think of.The gods hated the sword born as a demon, so he extradited to him his own origin bestowed by the gods, allowing him to enjoy the status of demigod from then on.The day of the knife transforming spirit is short, so give him the horn of the gods so that he can communicate with all things and understand the hearts of all living beings.Dao's five senses are alienated, so give him your own five senses.

A stupid dragon and a stupid knife came here.With no other way out, this stupid dragon can only do so much.

The origin is completely blended, and Wen holds him unwilling to let go.On the way back into the container, the rage surged through his weak body, gradually dyeing the silvery white pupils into black.

Broken horns, stripped veins, and even hostility pierced through his body, he never said a word.

The monstrous hostility was absorbed into the Gudao, the dark clouds dispersed again, the a thousand calamities were gone, and the sun was shining.

Wen finally lost his strength, coughed and laughed while hanging on him: "Successful..."

He tried his best to straighten up, wanting to touch his temples, but raised his head and bumped into a pair of red pupils with ruthless lines.

"Xiaodao, it's okay..."

Severe pain poured into the spiritual orifice, cutting off his unfinished words.

Wen lowered his head slowly, and saw the Dragon Slaying Saber pass through his spiritual aperture.

Under the stimulation of pain, the thoughts in Lu Dao's sea of ​​consciousness clearly passed into his perception.

Lu Dao's empty pupils shrank, and he stared at the black eyes of the person in front of him and repeated blankly: "Eliminate the demon, eliminate... the demon, kill."

He recognized him as a demon.

Qinglong's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't say anything.

The dragon-slaying knife was withdrawn, and a dragon fell from mid-air, falling to pieces.

The mirror of the reincarnation made waves, and the white clothes smashed the mirror and came out, and when it landed, it stepped out of the deep sea water vapor.

The white tiger looked up at him, one arm had turned into a tiger's claw, and the other hand was pressing against the center of the guard formation.The little white tiger pier is on the center, motionless like a sculpture.

Bai Hu said to him: "The three-square formation is going to be overwhelmed. I don't know how long Lu Dao can last when he goes back to town."

Wen Nong teleported to him, punched the formation, and maintained the formation together with Baihu.

"Remember everything?"

With half of his face sunk in the shadows, Wen Nong whispered four words: "I'm going to make up for the formation."

Baihu grabbed his sleeve, took out a small box from the Qiankun bag and handed it to him: "You take this. It was given to you by Yashen before he left."

Wen Nong took it with downcast eyes, then got up and flew into the void, roaring towards the deep sea.In that deep sea, Chang Yi stood by him for thousands of years.

The direction running in the opposite direction is the demon capital, and the dark cloud formed by the condensed demon energy is pushing out from the demon capital.He knew the situation was dangerous, and he didn't look back.

He concentrated on skimming towards the deep sea once called Li.The journey was long, and when he couldn't lift his breath, he stepped on the water on the sea, and the waves were as gentle as 3000 years ago.

The ripples in the sea of ​​consciousness make noise with the sea water.

The birthmark on the lower abdomen, the wound where the dragon-killing knife passed through.

The dragon that fell from serious injuries, the nightmare that fell from the sky.

He couldn't tell whether he was Wen Nong or Wenlong.

What about him?Is he the devil knife killer, or the young master road?

Wen Nong closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had rushed to the barrier of the guardian formation.He leaped into the barrier and landed on the center of the guardian formation in the air.

With the bombardment of spiritual power, the scales on his body suddenly appeared, his heart opened, and a phantom white dragon that had lost its dragon veins emerged, swimming into the protective formation.

He lowered his head, and saw a face different from Qinglong's but similar to Qinglong's on the surface of the water.

A vortex rolled up in the center of the guardian formation, and after a while, the Yuanyuan White Dragon appeared around and around with something in its mouth.

That was the horn that Qinglong broke off at the beginning.

In the three-party guardian formation, the Suzaku gave up a human form as an assistant, the white tiger gave up a soul, and the green dragon gave up a dragon horn.

The godhead was destroyed, the cultivation base was abolished, the spiritual veins were severely damaged and the horns were broken, and the former leader of the four elephants lost the qualification to defend the formation.In the long millennium, he wandered around the three worlds of heaven and earth, repairing his own spiritual veins, and guarding a forbidden knife.

The memory is retrieved, I have practiced for a long time, and it is time to return to my post.

Wen Nong retracted the dragon horn, closed his eyes and retracted it into the spirit.

The waves exploded outward suddenly, and amidst the spray, a silver-white dragon roared out.

Ludao's pupils were imprinted with the figure that fell from the sky in the illusion, and his fingertips kept trembling.

The illusion was also frozen at this moment, and the long hair and blood of Qinglong froze in his eyes, forcing him to go back to the tyranny of 3000 years ago.

"Killing, bloodthirsty, this is your nature, even if the other party is the person you love the most." A hoarse laughter pressed against his scalp, "The heaven and the earth let you contain maliciousness, so that you were born to associate with evil. This It is heaven, heaven that cannot be refuted. Look at the good deeds you have done, how could he still love you after you destroyed him? As long as he thinks about it, he will definitely be against you."

The thorns spread all over his neck, and Lu Dao's eyes were full of water: "...No."

"You don't want to let him go, do you?" the voice bewitched, "That's too simple. Let go of the gate and make this world a solid cage, and he will have nowhere to go."

The voice became angry and resentful again: "What kind of extraterrestrial world is the Lord's world, he will never get out of your palm!"

Thorns and red streaks climbed up his face, and the devilish energy on Lu Dao's body gradually became stronger.

"Come on, let go of those shackles, let the hostility fill freely, and let the world crawl under our feet."

At this moment, Ludao's eyes moved, and his voice stopped abruptly, as if his throat was being choked.

The deep sea roared, and the white dragon that repaired the seal screamed out, riding the wind and waves all the way.The white spiritual current rushed from the sea, skimmed across the fluorescent sea, and rolled up countless waves of light like broken glass.

The only white dragon in the world was reflected in Lu Dao's red pupils, and long-lasting memories burst into his mind.But the hostility was out of control, and he aimed at him with the Dragon Slaying Saber.

The white dragon hovered in mid-air and neighed at him, a strong spiritual flow flickered, and this huge white dragon swooped down on him.The spiritual flow was like a tide, and the dragon shape instantly fell off like fluttering petals, and the body of a young man in white melted out.

The tip of the knife pointed directly, Wen Nong mobilized his spiritual veins, and when he fell, his fingertips touched the tip of his knife, and the blood beads melted into it.

In an instant, from the knife to the demon's body, a winding blue light appeared, suppressing the red color of the world's hostility.

——That was the vein drawn by a dragon for a knife 3000 years ago.

From then on, the dragon descended from the godhead, and the sword suppressed the hostility.

The red marks on Lu Dao's body went out, and he fell down without strength.Wen Nong rushed to his side to catch him, and touched his forehead with bloody fingertips, a piece of dragon scale loomed, and then disappeared.

Wen Nong was extremely tired, he lowered his head and kissed his forehead softly, "My...Ni Lin."

Lu Dao gasped for breath, struggled to sit up straight, stroked his forehead slightly with trembling hands, and tears slowly flowed from his eyes.

"ask."

He remembered.

3000 years.The battle between gods and demons was over, he was bewitched by the outpouring of hostility from heaven and earth, and he made a move on the person in front of him.

The blade passed through, and the cloud fell.He trapped him on the ground, leaving him with an indelible mark and a long nightmare of falling.

"Ask, ask..."

Wen Nong wiped away his tears, hugged him tightly, and whispered: "It's all over."

"Three thousand years have passed, you are Ludao, and I am Wen Nong."

"We're all born again."