Gu Dongping returned to the study from the artifact void.

The sunset is like blood, and the colorful glow is like practice.

Before I knew it, it had come from morning to evening.

The Qingfeng Sword Spirit is really stupid, and it is too dragged down by desire. Desire, a small amount of such a thing, can become the driving force of a person's progress, and the best accelerant for never-ending ambition.

But it's too much.

The puppet Chang Lin got his wish and was recognized by the artifact Qingfeng Sword.

Of course, the real control does not lie in this puppet, but a Huangquan imprint imprinted by Gu Dongping on the body of the Qingfeng Sword Sword Spirit, so that Huangquan, who has the power of the Netherworld and has part of the power of reincarnation, is branded, and to some extent it is more sad than death.

With this brand, the Qingfeng Sword no longer has a trace of secrets to speak of.

Correspondingly, the Qingfeng Sword, as a sword weapon, itself is equivalent to a supreme kendo mastery, all kinds of perceptions, but after a while, Gu Dongping benefited a lot, of course, the biggest beneficiary is still Huangquan.

Huangquan Kendo comes from groping alone, because the starting point is high, he is a peerless rider in the way of the sword, but the basic kendo principle is not a mess, it is almost the same.

Gu Dongping didn't know how to do swordsmanship, and there were few masters in Donglu.

After controlling the Qingfeng Sword, Gu Dongping shared the Qingfeng Sword Sword Spirit perspective with him, as any kendo person, this opportunity is no less precious than getting an artifact.

Along with Gu Dongping, there is also "Chang Lin".

This Changlin is not another Changlin. Gu Dongping can enter Changlin's mind at any time, which means that Gu Dongping is the god of Changlin. This is the principle of God and Lord.

Out of the void, Gu Dongping pondered for a while, and pulled out the Qingfeng Sword from the void. The artifact is a same-level existence, and the artifact void can accommodate the artifact spirit but cannot accommodate an artifact body, so Gu Dongping has always placed him in the void.

At this moment, with a flick of his hand, a ball of blue light immediately entered the artifact, and Gu Dongping pushed the Qingfeng Sword and hung it on Chang Lin's waist.

Chang Lin straddled the Qingfeng Sword at his waist, still graceful and extraordinary, and the fluctuations and changes in the depths of his soul were under the cover of the artifact, and it was difficult to see the suspicion even in the extreme realm.

"This is the correct way to open the artifact Yellow Spring. Gu Dongping sighed. "It's no wonder that a single artifact can make the emperor embarrassed. ”

Looking at the Qingfeng Sword on his waist again, Gu Dongping arched his hand, "Your Highness will take care of it, and I will return Your Highness's freedom in ten years." ”

The Qingfeng Sword Spirit had been overdrawn too much in the previous battle, and it had been in Gu Dongping's hands again, and it was in a very bad state, and it would take at least a few months to fully recover.

Fortunately, Gu Dongping will not slap himself in the face of the promise he made. Hearing this, the machine spirit only emitted an emotion, and seemed to be very tired.

Gu Dongping didn't care, and asked Chang Lin to go to his cultivation room, and he stepped out in one step, across the void, and came to the territory of the alien race.

Seven days have passed, and Samba has not even left. The breath of the alien center is still like a mountain and an abyss, and the qi connects the heavens and the earth, shocking the heart.

Gu Dongping landed from the void, and when he reached the sky above the alien race, his face naturally did not look good.

Now he not only swept away the consumption of the black tiger and the green bull a few days ago, but also added two new puppets, Chang Lin, who mastered the artifact, and the Holy Son clone.

On him, except for the hemolytic giant who stayed in the back mountain of Jieren Mountain, after the death of Gu Jinyi and others, Gu Dongping attached great importance to the protection around him.

Even if the Hemolytic Giant and are not there, the Qingfeng Sword will need time to recover, and he still has the Black Sheep, the Little Yellow Spring, and the Holy Son clone. With his own and the Evil Knife Butcher, there are five or so battles.

Gu Dongping stepped on the void, as the saying goes, there is food in the warehouse, and he is not panicked, holding the hole cards in his hand, and he is not afraid of being beaten by a group of people, and he is naturally a kind of momentum in his chest.

I haven't seen him for many days, and Samba is still the same as before.

However, this time he did not have the recklessness hidden in his bones before, but paid more attention to people of the same level, "Your Highness is happy to be a grudge, a hero to the world, I have not had a chance to do the friendship of the landlord several times here, please Your Highness can give me a chance this time." ”

Truth be told, what makes a person most refreshed is not the flattery of flatterers. One person calls you Daddy, and the other person Grandpa. He calls you Daddy, do you dare to agree?

On the contrary, the kind of person who usually does not fake his color, gives face, then this face is precious.

The same is true of people. Samba, the son of redemption, the bark of the human shadow tree, Samba didn't call him "Your Highness" before, they were all "you", so naturally he didn't respect him.

But Gu Dongping's heart cleared slightly, but how could a few words make him change his attitude.

Seeing that he was indifferent, the giant eagle under him slowly flapped its wings, and he said again, "The alien son has moved a lot in the past seven days, but it will take time to completely evacuate. Could it be that His Highness is only here to fight at this moment?"

"I sit back and watch your parents being killed to death, and I never admit it's my fault. You should also know that all three of them are going to die, and it is not impossible to evacuate them. And you and I are on opposite sides, I didn't make a move, it's already not allowed by my way, and I am also benevolent and righteous. ”

Samba said word by word, "No matter how strong you were before, you were only the master of the next artifact in the empire, and there are dozens of people of the same level as you in front of you, and there are imperial forces that are overwhelming, I am extremely disdainful of you." But now there are faint traces of your actions out of the box, which is why I respect you. ”

"When it comes to the realm of you and me, it is not strength that binds you and me, but mentality. To be free and to be free, to be reluctant. So much for. ”

After saying that, Samba stopped talking.

After a long time, Gu Dongping put away his fighting spirit before nodding, "Then let's go!"

Samba is certainly not a heartfelt statement, but at least five of them are true. Gu Dongping came here to drive away the aliens, and now is no exception.

It's just that driving for the sake of driving away is his previous style, rampage without scruples, often unintentional, and later full of collapse.

And now, it's not bad to change one.

A Yashe, calligraphy, piano, poetry and painting exhibition room, all fine, incense burner, and tea fragrance rush, not contradictory, but complement each other.

At first glance, you may think that this room is just a decoration, but looking at the display of the guqin, the strings are worn, and then looking at the footers and bookmarks of the books, you can probably see that the owner of this room is playing with it all the time.

It's true love.

"There is meditation in every big event. Samba quietly looked at a young man who knelt on the ground washing the lamp and making tea, and said slowly, "This sentence is still what a great sage of your human race said. He later founded the Extreme Sword Palace. The Netherworld Stream is also in his hands, from the Sanli Stream, to a killing weapon. ”

Gu Dongping didn't speak, he couldn't compare to Samba in terms of background, this kind of old monster who has lived for thousands of years and resurrected from the dead, none of them is simple. When he looked up, he saw the writing hanging on the wall facing him.

When the young man retired, Samba poured the cup: "I wrote this before I died, and I knew that I would come back to life." ”