Long Lin and Long Bao have been discussing this black-clothed demon cultivator, and Hu Wangcai also introduced the situation of the Sword Demon Sect, it is said that the sword they use is the same style as the black-clothed demon cultivator, and their temperament is also more arrogant than other demon sects. However, they have a very good relationship with the Snow Mountain Great Demon King Qi Qi, mainly because a large part of their swordsmanship inheritance comes from Qi Qi.

Mao Juhua hesitated and said, "I heard Qi Qi say that the goddess he likes, Zeng Lixue, also uses a sword. ”

I don't know why, as soon as Zeng Lixue's name was mentioned, layers of fear rippled in her heart, and she didn't want to think about anything.

"He's an old pervert who digs mud in the heavenly river, and he also knows how to use a sword?" Long Bao scolded.

Speaking of Qiqi, Long Lin was very worried, he took out the two plum souls that had been cut off by the Yin and Yang Sword from the storage bracelet, and began to consider refining them. There is a word "soul" in this rope, most of which are a little weird, and it is difficult to guarantee that Qi Qi will not sense the subtle soul qi and track it.

After having an idea, he found a clean and windless place in the cave, started the fire of the Vermilion Bird, and slowly burned the colorful transformation of the "Mighty Enemy Breaking Gold Chain Double Flower Fortune Stick". Unexpectedly, after the gold chain melted, the two pieces of Fuxi wood slowly condensed into a dark green silver ball. It's just a surface melt, and it doesn't merge with the gold. It is like a living thing, proudly resisting elements higher than it.

Long Lin could only release the trapped Qifang Bird and let Long Bao restrain it so that it would not breathe fire everywhere. Although the strange fang has been frozen for a long time, the fire has not diminished at all, as soon as it gets out of the trap, it roars and breathes fire, and after its wood spirit fire and the fire of the Vermilion Bird wrestle against each other, it once again gives birth to a golden heart purple flame, completely melting the dark green ball, turning into a semi-solid that can change the shape at will; Guri is weirdly messing around. "It's broken!" said Long Bao, "the fortune stick seems to have a stomach problem!"

Long Lin was also a little flustered, although he had a lot of natural treasures, but most of them didn't know how to use them effectively; he flipped through the work notes of the rat whisker refiner in the sea of knowledge, thought about it, and tried to throw in two pieces of blood crystals taken from the Blood Pool Demon Sect, the blood crystals condensed by the monk's essence blood were really extraordinary, and they seemed to greatly stabilize the restless Fuxi wood, and began to bubble, and they were also silver and green, as if there was a small divine beast gasping for breath inside... Long Lin patiently added blood crystals in small quantities and many times, until the whole was calm and waveless, and then put in the plum soul, this rope was unusual, and the cold fragrance of plum blossoms emitted from the fire, pure and ethereal, which was refreshing.

The Rat Whisker Refiner emphasized that none of the soul spirit materials could be refined too much, otherwise they would become a handful of dead ashes.

Long Lin made a long rope from this piece of raw materials with a large amount of money, the body of the rope is pale green, with black branches like ink paintings of different shades and thicknesses, with blood-colored plum blossoms and golden plum blossoms, and there are also a little white spots, like snowflakes flying in the sky... In terms of beauty, it threw out the original vulgar "mighty and enemy-breaking gold chain double-flower fortune stick" for 108,000 miles, and there is an incredibly fresh and elegant taste, not like a life-killing weapon at all.

"Wow, that's great!" Long Bao couldn't wait to wrap the cord around his neck, which looked like a slender scarf.

This time, he didn't plan to name it after "Fortune", "Brother Lin, give it a name." ”

Long Lin raised his head and pondered for a moment, and said, "I don't like the word binding plum soul. Whether it is a human, a demon, or a demon, the purpose of cultivation is nothing more than to get rid of all the shackles of the rules of heaven and earth, and to escape from the clouds and rain of creation... Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs, I hope that one day, we will no longer be pawns on the chessboard of fate, to be controlled, to be abandoned, to be killed... There are thousands of avenues, and they must eventually be one. The fate of you and me is not allowed to be peeped into, deduced or tampered with by others... From now on, there will be infinite freedom, and the dark fragrance and sparse shadows will lean on the dusk..."His clear eyes showed a look of fascination, "It's called 'Shuyinghui', okay?"

"Okay!" Mao Juhua and Hu Wangcai said in unison, seeing Long Bao's small mouth twitching, knowing that he was still entangled, he smiled secretly in his heart. Long Lin patted Long Bao's little shoulder and said, "It also has a nickname, it's called Fortune Rope!"

"Hahaha..." everyone laughed together, and Long Bao also laughed dryly.

This rope of fortune, no, Shuyinghui, soon became Long Bao's most beloved weapon. This thing can be rigid and soft, hidden from time to time, and has the attributes and characteristics of gold, wood, and water spirit treasures, as well as the spiritual effect of blood souls, and can attack the opponent's divine consciousness at the same time; The end is extraordinary.

What's more, this Shuying Hui is quite similar to the agility of Long Bao's divine dragon body, he can quickly grasp and exert all the essences it uses in battle, and when he dances, it will form a spiritual power illusion similar to the domain realm, which greatly improves the combat power. Every time the dragon treasure danced, Hu Wangcai and Mao Juhua looked at it in despair, Hu Wangcai thought that one day, the eldest master might also tailor such a perfect immortal weapon for him, with his jade tree in the wind, he would definitely win the admiration and screams of all the banshee cultivators... Of course, forget about the ugly ones, Mao Juhua didn't have any ideas, there was always some kind of flickering coldness in her big golden brown eyes, as if she was staring at an unreachable place, which made Hu Wangcai a little daunted.

Long Lin himself didn't like all the delicate spiritual weapons so much, and he always felt that there was less refining and killing energy, and the way of killing enemies that was too "gentle" was not a kind of mercy in his opinion.

Entering the deeper depths of the Dead Snow Mountain Range, there was nothing wrong all the way, and the demon beasts were almost extinct. Although Mao Juhua was very vigilant, she no longer felt any breath of that demon cultivator.

Long Lin took the time to ponder the "book" as cold as a stone: Breaking the army, he slashed it again, but except for a loud noise, the word "Junlin" was suddenly magnified and lit up, and there was no other movement. Long Bao said, "That broken word won't light up, is it really cut by you?..." Long Lin was also puzzled, "Maybe the opportunity hasn't come." ”

Something unexpected happened: when watching Long Bao wield the Shuying Hui, Hu Wangcai's face suddenly changed and said: "The eldest master, the second master, I seem to be about to cross the catastrophe..."

"Tribulation?" Long Lin and Long Bao were taken aback, and looked at him, sure enough, the three tails had grown to be the same length, and the fourth one had already seen the tip. Demon beasts will become mid-level demon beasts when they cross the Ten Thousand Little Heavenly Tribulation, but the success rate is very low, because demon beasts do not have various methods to avoid most of the blows of the thunderstorm like the human race, and they are often killed directly. After Hu Wangcai followed them, there were frequent opportunities, and it was a hundred flowers of wine, Xianwang Lake, and a beast core, and it was really difficult not to cross the catastrophe.

Longlin Longbao was naturally surprised, and sure enough, the thunder above his head was faint, from far to near, and a scarlet cloud swirled in the air, with bright and strange colors.

Hu Wangcai sat down, Long Bao opened the tiger's eye hollow umbrella for him to cover, and after a spiritual power, the eighty-one "tiger's eyes" on the umbrella surface were like raindrops falling on the water, with a circle of texture, shining with silver light. But the whirlpool in the sky is not in a hurry, it seems that it is still observing, thinking, brewing... The huge cloud vortex gradually formed a sneering face overlooking the world, and the color of the clouds was also changing and spreading, gradually dyeing the entire sky into rose-red, which looked very terrifying.

"It's so scary to have a small catastrophe in Wangcai, it seems..."Long Bao, who was standing more than ten zhang away, didn't finish his sentence, and a red thunderstorm slashed down, and the tiger's eye umbrella "buzzed" when it landed Rather, emitting a dazzling white pillar of light, shooting straight into the sky, and then these thunderbolts seemed to know that Hu Wangcai was weak and could be bullied, red, purple, yellow, green, white, the thunderbolts that fell were more fierce than one another, and the power was stronger than the other, splitting the eternal Xuan Ice within dozens of miles around Hu Wangcai and bursting one after another, jumping straight up, with a sneering blue-purple arc, swishing wildly, constantly hitting the spiritual power cover of Longlin Longbao! After Hu Wangcai's tiger's eye umbrella was continuously slashed, the white light became weaker and weaker, and his fur began to squeak and scorch, as if he would be ignited and burned to death by the heavenly fire at any time.

Long Lin and Long Bao have no experience of crossing the catastrophe, but they have never eaten pork and have seen pigs run, Hu Wangcai has such a powerful small catastrophe, and the thunder that fell actually has a five-color arc light, they are also unheard of, they can't help but sweat nervously, and they can't bear to look at Hu Wangcai who is struggling to support under the umbrella. Fortunately, there is nothing to burn in the Fallen-Snow Mountains, otherwise this thunderstorm will clearly burn Hu Wangcai alive... At the beginning of the thought, I only heard a terrible shock, the tiger's eye was split in half with a bang, and the electric spark snaked down the umbrella handle, turning Hu Wangcai into a big fireball!

Long Bao was shocked, and immediately sprayed a large mouthful of Xianwang Lake's water at Hu Wangcai, who was screaming loudly, and the seemingly fierce fire was actually extinguished on the spot. Thunderbolt shrank back into the cloud whirlpool in some confusion, as if to whisper a question, or chant something in exasperation. Long Bao jumped up and waved the sparse shadow exchange, and soon there was an almost real twilight realm above Hu Wangcai's head: the sparse shadow was horizontal and slanting, the water was shallow, and the dark fragrance floated in the dusk of the moon; the red-shirted beauty was freshened up under the window of Xiaoxuan, the young man in Tsing Yi was ready to light the lamp and read at night, the old man was still playing chess under the plum tree, and the child servant was waiting for the stove to cook snow and tea; the fisherman sang and sang late, and the woodcutter returned home... It's a gentle and peaceful scene in the world, how can there be any anti-heaven demon beasts that have crossed the catastrophe?...

The thunderbolt whispered, as if his anger had faded, or he felt that the punishment for the little demon beast had been in place. After circling slowly for a while, it finally disappeared.