Gu Chen Xingjun nodded with satisfaction, and secretly transmitted the sound in Xuankong's ear, telling Xuankong the secret of the Imperial Envoy Tianluo's Blood Divine Sword.

When the matter was resolved, Guchen Xingjun breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

He nodded, and said in Xuankong's ear: "Little junior nephew, your story master already knows, if you have any ideas, just let it go." The old man in charge of the master has passed down the talisman, and you are allowed to call every day to answer all kinds of skills, and in the future, the three hundred and sixty pure blessing gods and the forty-eight thousand stars and evil spirits above the heavenly court will be your backstage backers!"

This is a bit big, and Xuankong only felt that streams of reverse blood rushed straight to his heart.

Happiness came too suddenly, so he didn't dare to take it seriously. Xuankong trembled and asked dryly: "Uncle Shi, which ancestor you are talking about, which ancestor is it?"

He didn't know if the patriarch he was talking about was the patriarch he had guessed in vain.

I saw that the Lone Star Monarch stretched out his hand to look at the sky, and a blood-colored pillar of light pierced the gloomy fog above the underworld, and the four hooves of the fire-eyed golden-eyed beast under the seat stepped on a red blood cloud and slowly floated up. Guchen Xingjun was in mid-air, and he let out a long laugh.

Only then did he blink his eyelids mischievously, and said in Xuankong's ear: "You and I are both subordinates of the sect, in my great sect, is there a second patriarch in charge of the sect?"

He turned his body into a blood-colored light and went straight to the heavenly realm, leaving Xuankong alone and standing in the underworld. Xuankong trembled a little, the parts of his upper and lower bodies kept swaying, and he read in his mouth: "Ancestor of the Interception Sect, isn't that the Shangqing High Saint Taishang Yuchen Yuanhuang Dao Jun, the Lingbao Tianzun Tongtian Sect Master!"

No matter how Xuankong pondered, he didn't know what he could do, so that the Shangqing Sect Master could look at him differently.

If he knew that he had already been noticed by the Heavenly Supreme Dao Ancestor and the Yuqing Saint as early as when he had just come down the mountain, I don't know if he would immediately have the essence and blood flowing backwards all over his body and die of a backspray.

Guchen Xingjun has returned to the fairy world, leaving only Xuankong in ignorance, and he is still in a dream, not knowing whether it is true or false.

He was stunned, called the apprentice to his eyes, and said, "Good apprentice, you pinch it as a teacher and try it." "The six arts of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, Wang Jun has also worshiped many masters, but this is the first time he has heard such an order.

Wang Jun was bold, he had always been shocked by his master, and he didn't dare not listen to Xuankong's words or really pinch him.

Just gently stretched out his hand and brushed it on Xuankong's shoulder.

His arm didn't hurt, Xuankong was a little disappointed, and frowned: "It turned out to be a beautiful dream!" He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Also, I'm not a person of destiny, how can those ancient sages rush up to give me magic weapons and weapons?"

Wang Qi next to him was startled when he saw Xuankong muttering to himself, and said, "It's amazing, senior brother is not crazy, this is really fatal." ”

He had heard that if a person encounters a situation of madness, he must immediately slap him, otherwise he will never be able to sober up if he loses his mind. Wang Qi smiled, rubbed his two big hands against each other, and walked in front of Xuankong.

He raised his hand and shook it in front of Xuankong's eyes: "Senior brother, if you wake up, respond quickly, otherwise, you will not blame Senior Brother for being polite." ”

Xuankong looked at Wang Qi dancing in his eyes with straight eyes, and said secretly in his heart: "Sure enough, it's a dream, my junior brother has always been gallant, where do you have the courage to be presumptuous in front of you!"

This time, it was Xuankong who miscalculated, how could he have expected the little abacus in Wang Qi's heart?

Wang Qi smiled, raised his palm, and slapped Xuankong's face with a slap. Fortunately, Xuankong's cultivation was profound, and he was slapped on the cheek by Wang Qi's full strength, but he was not even red, but he was attacked by the subconscious instinct of the body.

A kick was on Wang Qi's lower abdomen, kicking him out a few feet away.

Wang Qi was stunned, and only after half a sound did he breathe, coughed violently a few times, squatted on the ground and cried. It's okay to bully people, but don't bully people like this! He's a big man, and he was kicked and cried by himself.

Xuankong was also a little embarrassed, and hurriedly ran to his junior brother, pulled him up from the ground and apologized: "It's the senior brother who is wrong, he didn't control his strength well." ”

Wang Qi pretended to cry a few times, knowing that Xuankong's heart was the softest. His mouth was still retching, but his mind flew to the Blood Transformation Divine Knife left by Guchen Xingjun, he pointed to the Divine Knife in Xuankong's hand and said, "Senior Brother, what kind of treasure is that?"

Although he didn't know the prestige of the Tianluo Blood Divine Sword, Xuankong's expression after obtaining the knife and the ghost general's fear of the divine sword were enough to prove that this treasure knife was definitely a great magic weapon in the Three Realms!

Wang Qi stretched out the little thief's hand to touch the Blood Transformation Divine Knife, but instead shocked Xuankong, and quickly reached out and slapped away the palm of his junior brother and said, "Didn't you listen to your uncle's explanation just now?"

"The full name of this knife is called Luo Tianhua Blood God Knife, and it is the best at fighting and killing. As long as the oil skin is cut by this divine knife, the essence blood of the whole body will be polluted by it, and even the primordial god will not escape its power, but it will turn into flying ashes at three o'clock in the afternoon. ”

Wang Qi's hand shrank back, stuck out his tongue and said, "Good girl, this is a good baby, why does Uncle Shi think so highly of us." You gave us this baby the first time we met?"

Xuankong shook his head and smiled secretly, he understood his junior brother's thoughts, but this divine sword really couldn't be used by Wang Qi.

The difference in mana is too far, and it is easy to cause the backlash of the Blood Transformation God Knife, that is, if you want to use this knife, you must think clearly in advance.

What Guchen Xingjun Yuhua left to himself was not only a Blood Transformation Divine Knife, but also a dynamite bag that could not be said when it would explode. Xuankong shook his head helplessly, and threw the Blood Transformation Divine Sword into the sky.

The artifact has a spirit, so it naturally found the blood river array laid for it by the Great Holy Shrine of the Underworld in the underworld, and he dived into the position of the eye of the formation and disappeared quietly.

Xuankong dealt with the magic weapon, and then said to the ghost general: "Okay, I have left the Blood Transformation Divine Sword outside the city of Xudu, now let's go and meet the elder brother of King Qin Guang first!"

The ghost general is not a lonely person, and knows that there are some things that he should not know.

Hearing the address between Xuankong and King Qin Guang, he didn't ask much, just nodded with a smile and said, "When I arrived here, I was already in half of the city. Shang Xian rested for a while, waited for the last general to control the yin wind, and sent Shang Xian and the others to the Xuanyuan Palace where King Qin Guang lived. ”

There can be a way to save effort, Xuankong has no permission, agreed to the ghost general's suggestion, and let him drive a gust of yin wind to the city.

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