My Taoist Companion Thumb Demon

"Brother, what do you think this scroll is useful for?" Su Qingyun pressed his finger on the groove, unlocked the lock, and slowly unfolded the scroll.As seen last time, the shaft is empty.

"This thing doesn't recognize its owner, so naturally it doesn't show its true face." Jun Xuanmo said.

"Recognize the Lord?" Su Qingyun spread the scroll evenly on the table.This scroll is about three feet long and one foot wide, suitable for hanging in a small hall.

"All treasures need to recognize the owner, and only after recognizing the owner can they play their role." Jun Xuanmo jumped from Su Qingyun's shoulder to the table and stood beside the scroll.

"How to recognize the Lord?" Su Qingyun didn't know anything about it.

"You inject the air of profound spirit into the axe." Jun Xuanmo patted the white jade axe with his small hand.

"Okay." Su Qingyun nodded.After using the mysterious spirit energy to collect the flying magic weapon in the underground cave, it can be used again with ease.He pressed his hand on the silk of the scroll, closed his eyes slightly, summoned the mysterious spirit energy in his dantian, condensed it in his palm, and slowly poured it into the scroll.

At the beginning, there was no response from the scroll, Su Qingyun continued to transport it, pouring in a steady stream of profound spirit energy, but the scroll was sucking greedily like a bottomless pit, almost emptying his dantian.

Su Qingyun's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his dantian was aching, but he did not give up, and persisted.

Jun Xuanmo stared at the scroll like a torch. He knew that Su Qingyun was reaching his limit, but he never made a sound to remind him.If he can break through the predicament, maybe he will go to the next level.

Beads of sweat dripped on the table, Su Qingyun gave a low drink, and poured all the profound spirit energy in his body into the scroll, his dantian seemed to be exhausted, empty, painful like a thorn, his body was light and dizzy.

"Don't give up." Jun Xuanmo's immature voice penetrated into Su Qingyun's ears. He was shocked suddenly, his mind regained his clarity, and he desperately stimulated the little bead in his dantian. The little bead was persecuted and couldn't bear it. Stay, the surface is cracked.

Su Qingyun endured the great pain and was out of breath. After persisting for half an hour, the small beads finally exploded.

He snorted and leaned against the table, but he never moved his hand from the scroll.

"It's done." But Jun Xuanmo relaxed his expression, he jumped onto the back of Su Qingyun's hand, and pressed his small palm on the back of his hand, Su Qingyun only felt a cool air spread from the back of his hand, running all the way along the meridians Entering the dantian, the exploded bead re-condensed into a shape, more rounded and fuller than before, bright and crystal clear. To Su Qingyun's surprise, the bead continuously exuded rich and pure mysterious spirit energy, and the depleted dantian was like Like spring returning to the earth, it has a new look. After the mysterious spirit fills the dantian, it nourishes every meridian in the body, and the sluggishness fades away, and the whole person is full of energy.

As if relieved, Su Qingyun continued to infuse the scroll with mysterious energy. Finally, the scroll began to change.

A golden dot appeared at the corner of the black silk, and the golden dot was like a living thing, slowly walking on the silk, bringing out a gold thread, and the golden thread drew a totem on the silk, when all After drawing, the totem suddenly appeared in the air.

Su Qingyun stared at the totem intently, never relaxing for a moment.

The totem gradually faded away, replaced by a phantom of a strange monster.

This monster has long antlers on its head, a red mane from its neck to its back, dark earth-colored scales on its limbs, and golden-green scales on the back of its waist.

"What is this?" Su Qingyun asked in surprise.

"Mirage dragon." Jun Xuanmo squinted his eyes.

"Mirage Dragon?" He seemed to have heard this name somewhere, but after thinking about it carefully, he finally remembered it. It is recorded in "Shan Hai Jing" that mirage dragons like to inhabit sea rocks or in big rivers. They are close relatives of emperor dragons.As soon as it breathes out, it becomes a mirage, and the pavilions are magnificent, lifelike and yearning.

"Make a contract with him, and you will become the master of the scroll." Jun Xuanmo said.

"How to make a contract?" Su Qingyun asked.

"Blood contract." Jun Xuanmo jumped down from the back of his hand, and without waiting for his reaction, hugged his little finger and took a bite.

Su Qingyun felt a slight pain in his little finger, and a drop of blood came out. Jun Xuanmo helped to squeeze it, so that the drop of blood congealed into a bead and dripped onto the scroll silk.

The silk immediately sucked the blood beads, and the mirage dragon in the air smelled the delicious smell, and turned into a golden light and rushed into the scroll. Su Qingyun's hand kept pressing on the silk, and suddenly felt hot, something attached to his palm.

He couldn't help turning over his hands, and took a closer look, only to see the mirage dragon totem flashed away and disappeared into the palm of his hand. Then, it seemed that something poured into the sea of ​​consciousness, unfolding exquisite pictures in his mind.

Jun Xuanmo tilted his head and looked at Su Qingyun calmly.

After a long time, Su Qingyun slowly opened his eyes, met his gaze, reached out and gently rubbed his head.

"Brother, it's done."

"Oh?" Jun Xuanmo moved to the side, avoiding his fingertips.

Su Qingyun didn't care, spread out his palms, and said to him: "Brother, come up first."

Jun Xuanmo jumped into his palm, Su Qingyun put him on her shoulders, Jun Xuanmo grabbed a strand of his hair, and sat down.

"I have made a contract with Mirage Dragon, and I know the purpose of this scroll." Su Qingyun said.

"Oh, what's the magical effect?" Jun Xuanmo asked.

"Brother, let's see—"

Su Qingyun pressed his right hand on the silk, and the silk suddenly emitted a soft light, a layer of white mist rose, and exquisite and small pavilions rose up from the ground, appearing row upon row on the entire silk, like a magnificent palace. , Wreathed in clouds and mist, like a heavenly palace, with auspicious clouds and auspicious colors, brilliant golden light, it is too beautiful to behold.

"Mustard Seed Picture?" Jun Xuan Mo said in a deep voice, "So that's how it is."

"The universe in the sleeve is all-encompassing. This map of mustard seeds forms a space of its own, which can accommodate everything." After Su Qingyun signed a contract with Mirage Dragon, he knew it like the palm of his hand. "Senior brother, the real name of this scroll is the Splendid Tianque Map."

"Splendid Sky Tower... is indeed worthy of the name." Jun Xuanmo nodded. "Junior brother, can you enter it for a swim?"

"Senior brother, hurry up." After Su Qingyun ordered, the mysterious spirit covered the palm of his hand, pouring it into the picture of the splendid sky, and his body seemed to be sucked into the picture, and disappeared into the room in an instant. At the same time, the phantom of the pavilion on the silk Fades away, the scroll slowly closes, and finally disappears without a trace.

When Su Qingyun opened his eyes again, he found himself in a magnificent palace. Before he carefully looked at the surrounding scene, he was first shocked by the thick and comforting mysterious spirit.

"Brother, it's the aura of the profound spirit!" He had a happy expression on his face, inconceivable.The treasures obtained in the world of magic cultivation have the aura of mysterious spirit.

Jun Xuanmo got out of his collar, climbed to the top of his head, and looked up.

"That's right, it's indeed the Qi of the Xuan Ling." He said.During the process of entering the Splendid Heavenly Tower just now, the momentum was too great and he was almost thrown out. He got into the collar of his junior without hesitation, so as to avoid the danger of being thrown out.

"Why is there a mysterious spirit?" Su Qingyun was puzzled.The Qi of Xuanling is the unique cultivation Qi of gods and men in the Vast Sky Realm. This is the Demon Cultivator Realm, so there shouldn't be a magic weapon from the Vast Sky Realm.

Jun Xuanmo's face darkened slightly, his eyes were cold.

"There must be a god from the Haotian Realm who came to this realm." There was a hint of hatred in his voice.

Su Qingyun's heart trembled, feeling that the aura emanating from the senior brother was chilling.

"Brother?" he called softly.

Jun Xuanmo restrained his devilish energy, and said, "It's okay, after you go to Haotian Realm in the future, just ask that person."

Su Qingyun walked out of the palace, stood beside the tall pillars, and watched the scenery outside.

In this space, neither the sky nor the ground can be reached. All the buildings are suspended in the air, filled with fairy mist, and the auspicious energy is always perfect, which is shocking.

"The one that senior brother is talking about is the Lord of the Realms?" Su Qingyun asked.

Jun Xuanmo snorted coldly. "Besides him who can travel through all walks of life, who else is there?"

"Why did he leave such a scroll in this world?" Su Qingyun was puzzled.Moreover, the underground cave is under the Xingyun Mountain, and in the Xizhao Cliff Ice Crystal Cave of the Xingyun Mountain, a Demon Lord is sealed.

Is it related to the senior?

"That man has always been moody, icy and elusive. Who knows what he's thinking?" Jun Xuanmo raised his eyes and looked at the shadowy pavilion in the distance, as if recalling things from thousands of years ago, his voice was slightly ethereal . "I was just following his orders to slaughter all the traitors, but he blamed me for killing too much. After being slandered by the villain, he sealed me here. It is hateful and hateful."

It was the first time Su Qingyun heard his senior brother mention the past, and he didn't want to be emotional.The relationship between the two became more and more intimate, and the senior brother finally opened up his heart and talked about his own affairs without any shyness.

"Brother... How many traitors have you slaughtered?" Su Qingyun asked.

Jun Xuanmo puffed up his face, and said in a bad tone: "One Realm."

"Huh?" Su Qingyun thought he was hallucinating.

"It's just one realm." Jun Xuanmo said, "The lord of that realm wanted to lead the crowd to rebel and attack the Haotian Realm, so I took action to destroy the entire small realm. What's wrong?"

Su Qingyun: ...

He couldn't help but think back to the original world. Throughout history, which monarch sent generals to suppress the rebels, not only killed the rebels, but also slaughtered the cities occupied by the rebels?Ordinary people are so innocent, how can they be killed because of the rebels?

Senior brother wiped out the small world where the rebels were located in one fell swoop, which was against the laws of nature.Being sealed in the Demon Cultivation Realm by the Lord of All Realms is not an injustice.

Jun Xuanmo couldn't get Su Qingyun's answer, so he couldn't help tugging at his hair. "Brother, what do you think?"

Su Qingyun sighed softly, and said: "The high-ranking person plays games, and does not hurt the innocent. Brother wiped out the entire small world in one fell swoop, and treats human life like an ant, really..."

Jun Xuanmo flew down from his head, hung in front of him, and stared at him coldly. "What's the matter?"

Su Qingyun met his sharp gaze, not afraid of the majestic aura emanating from him.

"It's really brutal and inhumane."

Jun Xuanmo gritted his teeth when he heard the words. "Even you see me that way?"

"Brother..." Su Qingyun hesitated to speak.

Jun Xuanmo's voice was cold. "Indeed, this deity is exactly like this, and Fang degenerated into a demon! He has sealed this deity for ten thousand years with a single sword, how can this deity give up?"

"Brother..." Su Qingyun stared at him blankly, feeling his anger.

"If you want to be benevolent and righteous, do good deeds and accumulate virtue, and disdain to walk with me, you should part ways as soon as possible." Jun Xuanmo looked indifferent, and turned to fly away with a soft snort at Shangsu Qingyun's bewildered face.

Su Qingyun watched helplessly as the little man rushed into the fairy mist and disappeared instantly.

"Brother!" He shouted, took a few steps forward, and stopped his feet suddenly. Outside the palace was an unfathomable world. He didn't know how to fly, so how could he get out?

The senior brother is so small, rushing into the vast floating palaces, it is like a stone sinking into the sea, with no trace to follow.

He punched the pillar angrily, until his fist turned red.

Even if Jinxiu Tianque Tu recognizes him as the master, he can come and go freely, but he still can't grasp the overall situation, and he can't sense where the senior brother flew to at all.

How is it good?

He was so anxious that he tried to recall whether there was a flying spell among the exercises he got from his senior, but the more anxious he became, the more confused he became, and he couldn't recall anything.

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded, startling Su Qingyun raised his head and looked at the sky.

The staghorn dragon body, the red mane and the blue scales, is exactly the mirage dragon.

The mirage dragon soared through the clouds and flew gracefully to the side of the palace. It nodded at Su Qingyun with its ferocious giant head. Su Qingyun understood that facing such a huge dragon, he was not afraid, so he jumped on the mirage dragon. , standing in its mane, the mirage dragon thundered, and instantly rushed to the sky, rushing into the sky.