The magic dragon is not interested in Mo Lingyan's life or death, but Xiao Meimei is attached to him. If Mo Lingyan has three strengths and two weaknesses, Xiao Meimei will also have an accident.
Before Mo Lingyan was by Bai Qishan's side, the dragon did not dare to act rashly because of scruples, for fear that the devil surnamed Bai would do something irreversible. But now that Mo Lingyan ran away from Bai Qishan, the magic dragon had no scruples, and immediately turned back to the prototype, took Mo Lingyan in his mouth, tore open the space and rushed in.
Bai Qishan never expected that Mo Lingyan would do this, but how could he be so easily shocked after going through countless reincarnations? The shot was as fast as lightning, and the magic energy between the electric light and flint was already in the shape of a sword in the hand, and the sword flew out, pointing directly at the magic dragon.
However, no matter how fast he moved, Jian Mang, who leaped out, only had time to hit the end of the dragon, and he couldn't stop the dragon from stepping into the torn space. However, although it was unable to stop it, this sword full of killing intent was enough to cause the Demon Dragon to be confused for a while, and instead of falling directly into the mortal world, it fell not far from Lingshan.
And there happens to be Qingxiao's battlefield.
After learning the way to rescue Xie Xuanyang, Qing Xiao couldn't wait for a moment, and immediately entered the palace again, pointed his sword at Yi Xun's neck and forced him to find out where the spirit mountain of the devil world was, and rushed into the devil world like killing a god.
The last time he rushed into the demon world was hundreds of years ago, leaving a deep nightmare for the demon cultivators in it. This time, he came here to stop Buddhas, Gods stop Gods, and when the sword rises and falls, he will dare to stop him. Lu's demon cultivator was killed, unequivocally, and he was about to enter Lingshan.
But how could Hua Wenyu make him happy? Not to mention the early deployment of the heaven and earth net, but also to fight in person, it is bound to leave Qing Xiao's life. However, when he saw that he was about to lead people into the center of the mortal killing array, the demon dragon descended from the sky, and his huge body slammed into the middle of Qing Xiao and Hua Wenyu with a bang.
Qing Xiaoli ignored it, raised his sword and wanted to kill Hua Wenyu again.
Mo Lingyan was held in his mouth by the magic dragon, although he didn't fall to the ground head-on, but he was shocked and his head was buzzing. Qing Xiao's white clothes were stained with blood, all of which was the blood of the demon cultivator who was blocking the way he killed.
"Shi Shi Shi - Shi Zun!!" Mo Lingyan was so frightened that his heart almost stopped, and he didn't know how he had just escaped from the dragon's den and tiger land and provoked the killing god.
Qing Xiao didn't want to pay attention to him at all, and his whole family was thinking about killing people in the way, rushing into Lingshan and grabbing Shanyuan who could save Xie Xuanyang. Suddenly, he noticed the unknown object in Mo Lingyan's hand.
His pupils contracted suddenly, and he said coldly, "What is this?"
Before Mo Lingyan had time to answer, Xiao Meimei screamed in his mind, "Killing formation!!! Go with uncle!! Hurry up! Hua, Wen Yu, and killing formation are on!"
Then, before he could react, the dragon behind him let out a deafening dragon howl. Mo Lingyan only felt that his body was vacated in an instant, and the next moment he appeared outside the Suzaku door.
"Boom—"
The huge body of the demon dragon smashed on him, smashing him into the throat, as if the internal organs in the body were crushed.
"Liuyun? Daojun?!" Liu Zhou said in shock.
Although it was only for a moment, it was enough for him to clearly see the two figures that were held down by the dragon's body. He couldn't think about why Qingxiaohui, Mo Lingyan, and the demon dragon who had rushed to Lingshan suddenly appeared here. He raised his hand and dug Mo Lingyan out from under the huge dragon body. He just wanted to see Qingxiao, He saw that he had stood firm in front of Mo Lingyan.
Qing Xiao tightly clasped Mo Lingyan's wrist and asked sharply, "What is this?!"
Qing Xiao's tone sounded like he would die if he didn't answer well, which scared Mo Lingyan into a cold sweat. He didn't even know what this thing he snatched from Bai Qishan was. He only knew that it was a very dark and evil thing, and it was very likely to cause Bai Qishan to die.
At this time, Xiao Meimei said again, "Shanyuan! Tell uncle, this is Lingshan Shanyuan!"
Mo Lingyan was shocked, and now he understood why Qingxiao was so nervous, and hurriedly said, "This is the source of Lingshan Mountain! Save, save Xuanyang—"
Before he could finish speaking, Qing Xiao had already snatched what was in his hand and disappeared in front of him.
The extremely evil thing Lingshan Shanyuan was in hand, and Lingyu had long been found and stored in the storage bag. Qingxiao couldn't wait any longer, and rushed into the sword casting room prepared by Bu Wenye to start the furnace and recast the red lotus in the red sky.
Before Immortal Lord Zixu, the sword cultivators of Qingxiao's lineage had a tradition of enlightenment by casting swords to help comprehend sword intent. The art of forging swords was engraved in Qing Xiao's mind a long time ago, and it was already well-established. He has cultivated many swords so far, including spiritual treasures and treasures, and some even entered the ranks of immortal weapons, but he has never forged a divine sword.
He didn't, neither did his master, and only Immortal Zixu had cast a divine sword among the sword cultivators of the past dynasties. Qing Xiao didn't know if he could reproduce Chi Xiao, but whether he could or not, he had to forge it.
The Divine Sword has a spirit, and no matter how powerful the master of the craftsmanship is, it is impossible to forge the Divine Sword without asking the swordsman to know the meaning of the sword. In this world of immortality, no monk can cast a divine sword, only he himself has the possibility.
To save Xie Xuanyang, Qing Xiao could only come by himself.
The temperature in the sword-forging room rose little by little due to the burning fire, so hot that the air was boiling. Beads of sweat covered Qingxiao's face, sliding down from his forehead along the contours of his cheeks like rain. The clothes on his body were dry, and the sweat on it evaporated before the cloth was soaked.
The skin was scalded and reddened by the scorching heat that seemed to ignite the soul, but Qing Xiao didn't care. He took out the newly formed sword chick and stared at it affectionately, as if looking at the one he loved dearly. lover.
No, just look at the lover.
The young swordsman under him is the original body of his Taoist companion.
He thumped repeatedly with concentration, and every hammer that fell was infused with his understanding of the sword, his love for the sword. The sword is rolling, what he is holding in his hand is not a sword, and he is not drawing a sword, but he has become a sword.
ding ding dong
ding ding dong
He didn't know how long Qing Xiao had been casting it. His eyes were full of the sword that was gradually taking shape in front of him.
In the sky above the sword casting room, the black thunderclouds gathered again, and the blue-purple thunder light was brewing and shining, but this time, it was not the punishment thunder, but the nine layers of profound thunder. The final step of forming each innate or higher spiritual tool needs to go through the tempering of thunder tribulation. The higher the quality is, the more powerful the thunder calamity is.
when-
The last hammer fell, and Qing Xiao threw the sword into the spiritual pool full of spiritual energy. At this moment, Jiuzhong Xuanlei crashed down.
The dazzling purple light ripped apart the sky like a sharp sword and ran all the way down from the clouds. The thunder roared, deafening, as if the earth was shaking.
Thunder, the sword is done!
After Xuan Lei passed, the long sword lying in the spiritual pond was bright red. However, after a while, there was no spiritual energy in the Lingchi water, but the long sword withdrew all its brilliance and lay quietly in the water, as if it was just a mortal soldier with the appearance of a red lotus in the red sky.
Qing Xiao's heart jumped, and there were a few traces of panic and fear in the eyes staring at the sword.
Failed
Failed
He failed to recast the Scarlet Firmament Red Lotus
Xuan Yang...
He couldn't, couldn't save... Save Xuan Yang
The fire had been extinguished, and the temperature in the sword-casting room had not yet dropped, but Qing Xiao felt that he had been thrown into the freezing cold ice pool, his hands and feet were frozen, and his whole body became a heavy block of ice.
Qing Xiao's hands were trembling, his lips were trembling, and there was a little fishy and sweet taste in his throat.
He stretched out his hand and took out the long sword in the pool, and gently touched the blade with his fingertips. At this moment, he seemed to hear a voice suddenly.
"Blood"
The stinging pain came from his fingertips, and the scarlet blood stained the snow-like blade, but it did not slip off, but disappeared into the blade as if being sucked in.
A pair of white hands covered Qing Xiao's wrist, which had not been retracted, and touched his broken fingertips with a touch of red, licking and licking lightly.
Qing Xiao stared blankly at the person who was half-kneeling in front of him, watching his waterfall-like black hair fall down his round shoulders under his movements. That light|bare back is like a precious jade, the butterfly bone seems to be flying, and the waist is so thin that it is so beautiful that one wants to rub it hard and print it with vermilion.
The person in front of him didn't have an inch of strands, and his upper body was slightly raised, and the bright red bright spots were vaguely visible. He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings leaving a faint shadow on Bai Jie's face. The soft tongue licked the wound lightly, swept away the oozing scarlet little by little, and turned into a kiss again, lightly pecked and kissed Qing Xiao's fingertips, followed the slender finger shape, and kissed. on his wrist.
Ruoyu's itchiness and warm moisture climbed up Qingxiao's heart along Qingxiao's blood vessels, causing Qingxiao to move involuntarily. He wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held down by the person in front of him.
He raised his eyes, the glass-like ink eyes seemed to still have some wet water vapor, and the corners of the upturned eyes glowed with a light red, which made him look like a soul-sucking goblin.
He met Shang Qingxiao's stunned eyes, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and a smile flashed in his eyes, "...Master."
Qing Xiao couldn't help but take a step back as if she was frightened, but was caught. The goblin stretched out her arms around his neck, her naked body pressed tightly against his body, her soft thin lips fell on his cheek, touched the bridge of his nose, and then slid down and pecked his lips. , stretched out the tip of his tongue and slid into the gap between his lips.
A sluggish look appeared on Qing Xiao's face, his body didn't dare to move, it was as rigid as a rock, and he could only let this spirit-sucking goblin do evil.
Seeing this, Xie Xuanyang couldn't help laughing, leaned in Qing Xiao's ear to flirt with his teeth and gently bit the flesh of his ear, deliberately sucking and making a sizzling sound.
"Master..." He blew into Qingxiao's ear piercing, "don't you want...do you want me?"
The author has something to say: So you know why you want to write a recast, right? Because, I want to write master-servant play~~
Xuanyang goblin is back hahahahahahahahahahahaha
Was it full of color at the end