Lord is the devil

Suddenly, the ground trembled, first in a small arc, then in a big way. Mountains collapsed, rivers flooded, and the magic sword shook endlessly, leaving huge black holes around.

Liu Wanjun stood firmly on the open space and stared wide-eyed, "I'm not mistaken, the magic sword is a bit smaller, but it's still too big. It would be nice if it was smaller."

There was another wave of turmoil, and the black hole around the magic sword was getting bigger and bigger. This time Liu Wanjun was really shocked, "Could it be that I am the reincarnated master of the magic sword? It's possible, try again, small, small, okay, make it smaller , it’s still too big, no matter how small it is, it’s still a little bit worse, even if it’s a little bit smaller, forget it, it’s almost the same size as normal.”

After a stick of incense, above the huge black hole, there was a magic sword with a powerful aura. The surrounding area was filled with evil aura, and the sword exuded a faint blue light.

Everyone hadn't realized what happened, so they all flew up to check.

"Look, the magic sword has become smaller."

"Could it be that the owner of the magic sword has come?"

"There is really a saying about the master of the magic sword."

"This reincarnated master must be me, so I'm not polite." A Jindanqi suddenly flew into the sky to grab the sword, but unfortunately he died before he arrived.

The current magic sword only reaches the waist of a person, and when it is suitable for use, the breath is much more restrained. It seems that anyone can pick it up. It is for this reason that a large number of monks are scrambling for it.

"I got it, it's mine." Suddenly a man raised the magic sword and shouted excitedly, and all the attacks were directed at him for a while.

"You're just building a foundation, so why take the magic sword? If you die, the magic sword is mine."

As soon as he got the magic sword, he was attacked by the people behind him. Looking back, he turned out to be an acquaintance, "You..."

The man took the magic sword from his hand, "Don't blame me, everyone is here to live."

The magic sword was snatched away before it was warmed up in his hand, and the man was killed by a sword before he took two steps.

A battle for the sword kicked off. Countless people splashed blood on the spot for the sword, but no one stopped.The magic sword is really too strong, no one is willing to give up this treasure.

Liu Wanjun was pushed back and forth by the people around him, and he could hardly stand still. Just now, the magic sword was too powerful, no one could have the heart to touch it, so he could keep calm and stand far away, so as not to hurt Chi Yu. Now the magic sword Come out, everyone thinks that they are the master of the magic sword, or they are proud of their own cultivation, even if the master of the magic sword comes, they can kill him and become the master of the magic sword themselves.

The magic sword changed hands several times, but no one took it down. There were more and more corpses around him, and large swaths of blood poured down from his head. Liu Wanjun felt sick and wanted to escape from here.

He had just taken two steps when suddenly a sword stuck at his feet. For some reason, the magic sword flew out with a whoosh as the two scrambled for it, and stuck straight into the ground.

It was at Liu Wanjun's feet. He looked at the magic sword in a daze. It was such a thing that attracted people to rob it and killed so many people.

Unexpectedly, he stretched out his hand to reach the hilt of the magic sword, and the magic sword lay quietly there, as if as long as he picked it up, it was his, and he would gain supreme power to protect the one he loved.

"Pick it up! Pick it up quickly! Pick it up and you will have power. As long as you pick it up, you will be invincible and kill all those who betray you." A voice spoke in his ear, like a devil, Stop tempting him.

Behind him, countless people came towards him, attacking one by one.

"stop!"

"Damn!"

"Leave quickly, that's not what you should take."

"I told you to leave, are you deaf?"

The grim-faced monks said fiercely, but all of this seemed to be far away from Liu Wanjun, his fingers were only a little away from the hilt of the sword, as long as he took one step further, he could get the sword, but he flinched.

"I...I don't want to kill people." He looked behind him. Countless people came here for the sword. "They won't let me take the sword away. If I want to take the sword, I have to kill everyone."

"Then do you want to become stronger?"

"miss you!"

"Then do you want to protect the one you love?"

"miss you!"

"Then do you want to fight the sword to the end of the world with the one you love?"

"miss you!"

He answered louder and louder, as if mustering up all his courage, he almost shouted hysterically.That voice knew him well, looking out for his weaknesses to seduce.

He wanted to become stronger, he wanted to protect his master, he wanted to fight the sword with his master to the end of the world, thinking, thinking so much, his whole body was screaming and thinking.

"I think!" He roared angrily, stretched out his hand suddenly, and held the sword tightly. The blade of the sword kept trembling, as if excited and bloodthirsty.

The sword was slowly pulled out by him, the ground trembled, and there was a loud noise. Liu Wanjun raised the magic sword high and let out the beast in his heart for the first time, "I am the master of the magic sword, and anyone who stands in my way will die!" !"

He swung the magic sword heavily, and the blade of the magic sword flashed a thousand-foot sword energy, destroying everything it passed.

"Very good, child, come on! Come and become one with me, and get stronger power." That voice seemed to be the most evil demon god, and continued to induce him.

That sword seemed to have used up all of Liu Wanjun's strength. Countless corpses fell from the sky, blood spilled all over the ground, and stumps and flesh were all around. The weapon looks like an attack. At first, they hated themselves for being a step late, but now they are glad that they were just one step too late.

Liu Wanjun held onto the sword, knelt on one knee and gasped for breath. That sword required too much real energy, and almost drained all the strength in his body at once. He touched the hilt of the sword in confusion, "More... stronger... "

"That's right, stronger power!" The voice was magnetic and pleasant.

"More... stronger..." He knelt on the ground, rubbing the hilt of his sword in his hand, as if lost in memory, pictures appeared in his mind one by one. He could only watch the battle against Ba Xia, the battle of transforming alchemy on Shura Island, and he couldn't get a hand in it, he couldn't get a hand in it at all, but it won't happen in the future.

He suddenly smiled, not the usual shy smile, but a weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

The surrounding scene was blurred, and the disputes in the world seemed to be far away from him at once. The picture suddenly turned, and when Liu Wanjun looked up again, he found that he was standing in front of a gloomy tomb. looking at the tombstone.

"I entered the big dream as deep as the sea, and now I have woken up for a thousand years. The past is so drunk, I don't know what it is now?" The abnormally magnetic voice whispered softly, as if deeply sighed, he straightened up and stroked the stone on the monument. The words on the stele are blurred, obviously often rubbed by people, and the writing has been erased.

"Who... are you?" He had also heard this poem in the mirror of the third generation of the Yin-Yang Sage, and the Yin-Yang Sage often recited it.

"Me?" The man suddenly laughed, and he turned around slowly, revealing a face exactly like Liu Wanjun's, "You don't want to know, I am you, and you are me."

Liu Wanjun's eyes widened suddenly, "Impossible, how is it possible, I don't believe it."

"Facts don't allow you to believe, I am your previous life." Although that person looks exactly like Liu Wanjun, but his breath is completely different. If we talk about Liu Wanjun's green bamboo, then he is a poisonous snake.

He walked over and stroked Liu Wanjun's face with his pale fingers, "I am your past life, your earth soul, and your powerful energy source. If you fuse with me, you can get the magic sword and everything you want .”

"Don't resist, don't refuse, go to sleep, and when you wake up, you will get the power you want and become extremely powerful."

Liu Wanjun gradually lost consciousness in that bewitching voice until a voice woke him up.

"Shangxu? Shangxu, what are you looking at?"

He suddenly echoed, and found that the person was in front of a pool, with two hands hugging him, there were many people queuing in front of him, and the person who called him was behind him.

"What do you want your sword to look like? Is it male or female?" the person behind him joked.

"Me?" A soft voice came from above his head, and his hand hugged him tighter, "I... I don't know, brother, do you have any suggestions?"

"If you want me to say, it is naturally a woman, soft and cute, and it is easy to touch. If the sword spirit becomes a woman, it can be a mandarin couple. If it becomes a man, it can only be a brother for life. You Think about it, brother? Or wife?"

"This... seems to be my wife's kiss." The voice above his head was a little nervous, and the hand holding him was covered in cold sweat.

"That's right, of course it's my wife. Look at Senior Brother Zhong's sword spirit. He can fight side by side, handle housework, and masturbate if necessary. As a man, you have to be nice to yourself." The teasing was even more intense, "But you are still young, it's only eleven this year, so don't worry, in short, you just need to remember that the female sword spirit is your wife, and the male sword spirit is your brother. Okay, let's not talk, I think you are very nervous, how about Come on first, brother, give you a demonstration?"

"Okay." The voice above his head, namely Shangxu, hugged him even tighter, stepped back two steps, and gave the seat to his senior brother, and Liu Wanjun also shook in his arms.

That senior brother stepped forward, threw his sword into the Evolution Spirit Pond, and murmured, "It must be a woman, it must be a woman, a woman is so good, she is virtuous and soft, and it is comfortable to hold or carry." Clothes."

The Spirit Transformation Pond flickered for a while, and the light radiated everywhere. After a while, suddenly a white foot protruded from the light, followed by a slender calf, a thigh, and finally...

"Is there a little brother?" The senior brother's eyes widened, and suddenly he couldn't accept it, and fell down with a bang.

Shangxu yelled, "It's not good, brother fainted."

Immediately, several people came out from the corner and dragged him away skillfully.

This time it was Shangxu's turn, Shangxu was very nervous, his small hands kept rubbing against the hilt of the sword, the heat came from his palms all the way to Liu Wanjun's body, which made Liu Wanjun a little nervous.

Shang Xu finally mustered up the courage to take a step forward, carefully descended into the pool, muttering, "Sword, sword, senior brother threw his sword into the pool, the sword spirit must be angry, that's why he turned into a man, I Gently put you into the pool, you must strive to become a daughter."

"Brother said that turning into a daughter is a husband and wife, and turning into a man is a brother. Although I want to be a brother with you, but..." Shangxu blushed, "If you turn into a daughter, I can hug you, The senior brother said that it is soft and fragrant, in short, you must live up to it."

He put the sword into the middle of the pool, and ran up quickly, his face was still a little red, and he spoke in a childish voice, "Hualingchi, oh Hualingchi, I must transform my sword spirit into a daughter, if it is a daughter body." He put his palms together like a senior brother, and prayed to Hualingchi.

There was a burst of light, and colorful colors wrapped around the sword and floated up. Shangxu stared at it without blinking.

After a while, the tip of the scabbard emerged, then the blade, and finally the hilt.

"This... this..." Shang Xu's eyes darkened, bang, he also fell down.

"It's not good, Junior Brother has also passed out." The person behind saw it and shouted quickly, and several people came out from the corner immediately, and carried him out as well.

The moon is full and the flowers are good. There is a man sitting by the lake, holding a sword. He sticks his head out of the steps, and his reflection is reflected in the water. After layers of waves, the image in the water is somewhat deformed.

"The elders all say that you are the sword with the most spiritual energy. Anyone may not be able to transform a spirit, but you must be able to do it. Why didn't you transform it?" He held the sword, and the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became. Four swords, I only have you, I take care of them with all my heart every day, for fear of bumping into each other, but... woo...why are you so unlucky."

A drop of tear fell down the corner of his eye, making the image in the lake even more blurred.

"Mother said that as long as you have the heart, an iron rod can be ground into a needle. I put you in my arms every day, and the iron bumps can be warmed up. Why can't you."

"Senior brother Qinghe still has male brothers, why are you still a lump of iron?" Xiao Shangxu pouted, with an aggrieved expression, "You turned into a woman?"

Liu Wanjun was held in his arms, watched the whole process of Xiao Shangxu's grievance through the blade of the sword, knew the pressure in his heart, and originally wanted to comfort him, but suddenly found that his request was so high.

It's really impossible to become a woman.

"Woooo... I don't care, you must become a woman, be my little wife." Xiao Shangxu wiped away his tears and hugged him even tighter.

"One day you will become a woman, be my daughter-in-law, cook for me, suck milk for me, right?"

Xiao Shangxu looked at the magic sword expectantly, "I still miss my mother's milk when I was born. When I grow up, she said that I can only drink my daughter-in-law's milk. You are my daughter-in-law. You will definitely give me the right milk." wrong?"

Liu Wanjun sweated, "I'm under a lot of pressure."

Fortunately, he is not a real weapon spirit. The real weapon spirit has not yet formed, only a lump of jade, and he can vaguely see small hands and feet.

The moon rises and sets, and Xiao Shangxu kept talking like this for a whole night. His parents died early, and before he had time to teach him a few words, he was sent to the Wushuang sect. .

1 years ago, the seven sects of the cultivation world were not separated, and they were still monolithic. The Wushuang Sect was their predecessor. At that time, there was only one sect in the cultivation world, the Wushuang Sect, whose strength far surpassed that of the other six realms. Take pride in this, go out and shout that you are a disciple of Wushuangzong, and you can walk sideways in the six realms.

The old immortal is the head teacher of the Wushuang sect, that is, he picked up Shangxu and taught knowledge by the way. The old immortal is old, and every day he thinks about playing with birds and walking the dog, and the time with him is pitiful , How could he teach him this.

Everything he knows comes from the mouths of his senior brothers. In his eyes, the senior brothers know a lot of things, and they can answer them as long as they ask.

For example, he asked, "What is the first of the top ten miracles in the world? The teacher taught it last time, but I forgot."

"It is the yin and yang transformation skill, which can turn a man into a woman, and a woman into a man."

"Huh? Isn't Yin-Yang conversion skill ranked second?"

"Eh..., anyway, I said number one is number one. You're still young, so it doesn't matter if you don't understand." The senior brother patted his head, talking nonsense seriously.

"Oh." He nodded his head and wrote it down seriously.

Year after year, Xiao Shangxu has grown into Da Shangxu who is facing the wind in Yushu, and Da Shangxu still likes to sit by the river and talk with his sword every day.

All the fish in the lake have become refined by him, only the sword has not yet become refined. It would be a lie to say that they are not disappointed. No matter how bad everyone's sword is, there is a sword spirit with the help of Hualingchi .

Only he used the Spirit Transformation Pond several times to transform into a spirit, but he couldn't become a woman. "The elders said that I have a bright future. I can transform into a god before the age of 50. I am a genius among geniuses. They all said that you will not be able to transform into a spirit for a long time. There is no hope, let me give up on you and change to a sword, otherwise the monthly blood sacrifice will only make you slow down my cultivation speed."

The sword began to vibrate non-stop when he said 'change the sword', and the frequency of the vibration became larger and larger.

Shang Xu hurriedly comforted him, "Don't worry, I won't give up on you, but you have to fight hard, it doesn't take long, just once, as long as the head teacher sees that you have transformed into a spirit, you won't give up on me again." Arrange another sword, I can also concentrate on it..."

He suddenly froze, the sword broke free from his bondage, turned into a flash of light and shot out, stopped on the lake, the same light was reflected in the lake water, suddenly, a hand stretched out from the light, followed by feet, body.

"No breasts?" Shang Xu looked at it without blinking, and suddenly saw a flat chest, and suddenly his eyes went dark, and he fell into the lake water with a thump and sank, "How can there be no breasts? How can you drink milk without breasts?"

He was very reluctant in his heart.

"Forget it, fate hasn't arrived yet." Shangxu sighed, slowly floated up from the water, just in time to meet a pair of eyes, Jian Ling knelt on the water, staring at him blankly, "I have a butt without breasts."

"You touch." He took Shangxu's hand and pressed it on his buttocks, Shangxu was stunned for a moment, and under his hand he involuntarily pinched Sword Spirit's buttocks.

"Soft..." The tactile sensation under the hand is very elastic, and because the sword spirit is half kneeling, the originally upturned buttocks are even more upright, with a beautiful arc.

"In the future, don't think about women anymore. I have all the women I have, and some women I don't have." The sword heard him talking about becoming a woman every day, although he also wanted to, but the matter of being helpless is like a woman getting pregnant in the world. Similarly, it is impossible to control men and women, otherwise the ratio of men and women will be out of balance, and everyone will not be able to marry a wife.

Shangxu was still immersed in his buttocks with good touch, humming involuntarily, didn't hear what he was saying at all, and agreed in a coping manner.

boom!A black shadow fell down and pressed him into the water. The sword spirit was very enthusiastic, hugging him and hugging him.

"Wait!" Shang Xu hurriedly stopped him, "Brother said that women are husband and wife, men are brothers, and we are both men, how can we do things that can only be done between husband and wife?"

The sword spirit blinked innocently, "But senior brother has done that with his sword, so it can be seen that brothers can also do things between husband and wife. Shangxu, I have a spiritual wisdom from a long time ago. I woke up The first thing I saw here was you, and I saw you every day after that, every day I see other people being intimate, I also want to be intimate with you, don't you want to be closer to me?"

"Well... I naturally want to be closer to you, but the master said that I am a body of pure yang. If my yang qi is broken, I am afraid that it will be difficult to cultivate in the future. Let's just forget what we mean?" Shangxu was surrounded by him By the lake, you can't go forward, you can't go behind, and you can't help but compromise.

Jian Ling frowned, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pick off his clothes, "As long as you don't change me, you can do whatever you want."

Originally, he had to wait a while before he could take shape, but Shangxu said that he was going to be replaced, so that he could no longer calm down, so he couldn't help but take shape in advance.

The reason why he is so difficult to transform is because the Wucai sword is too powerful. It is extremely difficult to break through the shackles of such a magic weapon. The reason why other swords are so easy is because they are too weak. The shackles of the body were suddenly broken.

The monks are not sword spirits, so they don't understand the suffering, they can only watch from the sidelines, and at most give a few words of comfort.

The sword spirit took it off smoothly, stripped Shang Xu's clothes several times, and Shang Xu resisted for a while and then he was fine.

Afterwards, the two lay on the grass, and the sword spirit lay on top of him, and said angrily, "From now on, you can only have one sword from me. If you have three wives and four swords like everyone else, I will kill all the swords."

"Enen..." Shangxu was drowsy, he held him in his arms habitually, and fell asleep with his head tilted.

One year, two years, 100 years, with the sword spirit, Shangxu became stronger, he fought side by side with the sword spirit, and the sword pointed to the end of the world, so happy.

Shangxu only has one sword, and he named him Wucai, hoping that he would be happy even though he has no talent.

Because of the possessiveness of the sword spirit, he never had a chance to get another one. Every time he got one, he was swallowed by the sword spirit.

Because of his exclusive favor, Jianling lived happily every day, immersed in infinite happiness, even Liu Wanjun who shared sight with Jianling had to admit that this was the life he wanted.

Until one night, the sword spirit stood on the roof to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. He was wrapped in a black robe, his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, with distinct water chestnut corners, especially those eyes, which revealed the sharpness of the sword, and there was a hostility in his brows.

The longer he grows, the more handsome he is, and he is far from the pink and tender boy at the beginning. This is because more and more people have been killed by homicide over the years. For every person who died at his hands, the resentment accumulated on him before death made him I can no longer be happy, and even become more and more paranoid.

He didn't want Shangxu to glance at others, even if it was a hasty glance, and he didn't want Shangxu to talk to anyone, even if it was just an ordinary reminiscence.

He hates Shangxu's relatives and friends, who always occupy Shangxu's time, so that Shangxu only has very little time to be with him.

He was no longer the innocent boy at the beginning, even Liu Wanjun could sense the evil in his heart, it was a twisted and weird thought.

Shang Xu sat not far from him, holding a jug of wine in his hand. While tasting the wine, he looked at the young man standing on the eaves. After so many years, the two of them have never aged or died. Shang Xu has not changed, only the sword spirit.

He still guarded Shangxu for a hundred years, and Shangxu never left. This was an ordinary night, everyone was busy with their own things, only the two of them were idle.

Over the years, Shangxu has made rapid progress, and soon he will cross the tribulation and ascend to the ascension. 1 years ago, the cultivation base required a golden immortal to ascend to the immortal world.As the aura is getting less and less, it is difficult for latecomers to cultivate to the golden fairy realm, and no one has ascended for tens of thousands of years, so the fairy realm has lowered this condition, but all small fairy realms can ascend.

Before leaving, Shangxu wanted to understand all the grievances and grievances in the mortal world, especially between him and his opponent. No matter what, they had fought for hundreds of years, and they had to fight no matter what to settle the grievances of these years. After three months, they will compete in the vicissitudes of life, so no one disturbs them these days.

Suddenly, a paper sparrow flew over vigorously, Jian Ling pulled out the sword on his back and was about to stab it, but was stopped by Shangxu, he recognized the mark on the paper sparrow, it belonged to the master, and the master was usually in Wushuang Palace , I also know that he is also nearby, why don't you just go to him and release the paper sparrow?

With an open mind and doubts, he opened the sparrow paper. He realized the seriousness, and his face immediately changed.

Sword Spirit came down from the eaves, holding an epee, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Shang Xu shook his head and forced a smile.