"They, like me, have long been mortals. As early as 20,000 years ago, we should have died on the battlefield, but we had to live on due to the situation."
The sage woodcutter put the ax aside, and said with emotion: "Furi Luo, do you know? If it was the era of the Founding Emperor, a little devil like you would have been sent to the god-slaying platform to be beheaded long ago." It’s just that it’s not as good as before. I admire you very much, and I know your abilities and means. You have never invited people from the Heavenly Court to attack Taihuangtian with your own strength, so I know that you don’t want to rely on others. Ambitious, you want to use the Taihuang Heaven as a springboard to jump to the Kaihuang Heavenly Court. You have great ambitions."
Fu Riluo smiled slightly: "If the husband is alive, if he has no ideals, how is it different from a dried fish?"
The sage woodcutter shook his head: "Have you ever thought about whether you will be wiped out if you occupy the Heavenly Court of Kaihuang? You don't understand that the birds are good at hiding, and the cunning rabbits are dead and running dogs, don't you? Daxu, the moment when Yankang is destroyed is also the time of death of you and your clansmen. The disaster of clan extermination is close at hand. You are named after Fu Riluo, the great wisdom of the demon clan, you will not understand ?”
Furiluo turned his neck, changed the face on the right side, and said leisurely: "The saint is good at attacking the heart. You seem to be thinking about me, but in fact it is the way to attack the heart. I understand the truth of what you said, but I also know it. It is necessary to find a way out for the clansmen. As for whether the Heavenly Court can destroy me, it is still in the balance, at worst, I will bend myself to be a dog, and the Heavenly Court will not kill a dog, right?"
The face on his left side smiled and said: "My husband is alive, he should be able to bend and stretch. Brother Dao, if you insist on threatening me with Luo Futian, I don't need to kill you, someone will kill you. Brother Dao, what's the problem if you bend a little bit?"
The sage woodcutter shook his head and said, "If I want to be a dog, I can do it 20,000 years ago. If I can live standing up, I'd rather stand up."
Furiluo's eyes flickered: "But after more people die, they still lie on their stomachs, like a dead dog."
The woodcutter sage said with a smile: "I am not afraid of being broken into pieces. I would like to die in pieces. Don't worry, I won't die on my stomach. Before Qin Mu and the others came, you put forward a condition that I give up part of Yankang's territory to you." Demons. Now that Qin Mu is here, I can tell you."
His complexion suddenly turned cold: "As long as we live, we will not give up an inch of Kaihuang's land!"
"Your legs come in, I'll cut off your legs, your head comes in, I'll cut off your head! If you demons dare to enter Yankang, I will kill you!"
He said coldly: "Don't even think about the Kaihuang's land!"
When Fu Riluo heard his words, the three faces immediately darkened, and said coldly: "Then there is nothing to talk about. If this is the case, sign the Tubo agreement!"
He picked up the pen, quickly wrote the oath, raised his hand lightly, and the paper flew towards the woodcutter saint opposite. The woodcutter sage also wrote an oath and exchanged paper with him.
The two each pondered over each other's oath to see if there were any loopholes, and then took a pen to revise it, and then exchanged their respective oaths, checked carefully again, and changed what they could not accept.
After so many times, they finally finalized their vows to each other.
The two stood up and swore each other. Furiluo used the magic language, while the woodcutter and saint used the divine language. The divine language and the magic language sounded at the same time. The two languages each had different mysteries and mysteries, and even mutually Attack!
Qin Mu is proficient in two languages. Whether it is the language of God or the language of magic, he can understand both, and he is fascinated by it.
Suddenly the space shook, and the mountain-high altar under their feet also wobbled, and everyone on the altar hurriedly stood firm. Under the altar, Granny Si and the Black Tiger God were confronting the other two demon gods, and the ground under their feet was also floating.
Granny Si swayed to and fro, as if her cultivation level was not enough, she took several steps back, an embroidered shoe fell off, she had to stabilize her figure with one bare foot.
The eyes of the demon god who was confronting her lit up, and before she could react, he reached out and picked up the embroidered shoe. The shoes were in hand, but the demon god stared at Granny Si's delicate and fair feet, smiled, put the shoes under his nose and smelled them.
Granny Si was furious, she stretched out her hand, with a half-smile: "Give me back the shoes!"
The demon god laughed loudly, and put the shoes into his arms: "I feel pity for the little beauty. I will keep your shoes."
Grandma Si was furious, she took off the other shoe, and smashed it over with shaking hands: "You are also a demon god after all, a high and mighty existence, why are you so frivolous?"
The demon god raised his hand to catch the other embroidered shoe, stared at her pair of fair and small feet, and said with a smile: "Okay! I got a pair! The little beauty is so white and delicate, and I also have some human concubines." , if you obey me, I can make you a big wife. As long as you promise, I will eat my yellow-faced woman when I go back!"
Granny Si giggled and said: "You ate your yellow-faced woman, and I still have to worry about one day I will become a yellow-faced woman. You have eaten me! You can't wear my little shoes anyway, so I gave them to you .”
The Black Tiger God frowned, and thought: "What is the origin of this woman? She talks insanely and flirts with this demon god, and she is as unreliable as Junior Brother Qin!"
The surroundings were shrouded in thick darkness, and suddenly there was a fire in the darkness, and a pair of huge sharp horns slowly rose from the darkness under the altar.
The altar is surrounded by darkness, and the pair of sharp horns have nine bends and eighteen bends, towering like clouds, far exceeding the altar.
The Black Tiger God was terrified, he didn't realize that the two hammers in his hands fell to the ground, he hurriedly picked them up, and looked up at the sharp horns that kept rising from the darkness.
After a while, Tubo's phantom revealed its head, and the two pairs of sharp horns had been inserted to the height of the outer planet.
Tu Bo's tiger-like face was hidden in the darkness, and his face was illuminated by the flames, and the tall and majestic altar also became bright and dark under his gaze.
Tu Bo was quietly waiting for their oath.
This is Tubo's phantom, not the real Tubo, but his power projected into this world, witnessing the oath of two strong men.
It is impossible for Tubo to come down in person, his body is really vast, and if he comes down, this fragile world will not be able to bear it.
Qin Mu became excited, and waved vigorously at Tu Bo's phantom.
Tu Bo looked solemn and turned a blind eye to him.
Qin Mu continued to wave excitedly, and said loudly, "I! It's me! Tu Bo, we've met before! I'm Qin Fengqing, and you sealed me!"
Tubo continued to turn a blind eye.
Qin Mu continued to wave excitedly.
The corners of Tu Bo's eyes trembled: "Solemn! Don't talk to me, I'm doing business."
Zhe Huali and Qi Jiuyi looked at each other with awe in their hearts.
Furiluo and the woodcutter sage finished their oaths and signed the tubo covenant. The majestic tubo head glanced at Qin Mu, who was excitedly waiting to talk to him.
Qi Jiuyi hesitated for a moment, stepped forward, and bowed to Tu Bo.
Tu Bo turned a blind eye to him, and said to Qin Mu, "Don't cause trouble."
He dropped a sentence, slowly sank into the darkness, and gradually disappeared, leaving Qin Mu and Qi Jiuyi hanging on the altar.
When the sharp corner was completely submerged into the ground, the darkness dissipated, and the surroundings regained light.
The sage woodcutter stared at Qin Mu, Fu Riluo also stared at Qin Mu, Zhe Huali and Qi Jiuyi also stared at him. Tubo has always been a solemn and solemn image of controlling death, and he never smiles. Every time a strong man makes an oath, his power is projected as a witness. That kind of momentum is dark and terrifying, making people breathless.
But this time, Tu Bo's phantom not only spoke, but also seemed to be very familiar with Qin Mu, which made people wonder whether Tu Bo would handle it impartially and without selfishness when he swore to Tu Bo.
The reason why Tu Bo became the object of the oath is precisely because he has no selfish intentions. If Tu Bo had selfish intentions, it would be very terrifying.
"I can't see how good the relationship between Qin Xiaoyou and Tu Bo is." Fu Riluo said with a smile.
Qin Mu closed his three eyes at the same time, and instead of looking at him, he snorted and said, "If the relationship is really good, he won't seal me up."
Fu Riluo felt relieved, suddenly thought of Qin Mu's jade pendant, and said in his heart, "The jade pendant is Tubo's seal? I suppressed the seal that day, so I released that demon king?"
His heart suddenly became clear, and a big stone fell to the ground: "Uncle Tu personally sealed it, it seems that he will never escape from the seal, so he can deal with him with confidence. It's just that this kid doesn't dare to look at me anymore."
At this moment, there was a scream from under the altar, and everyone on the altar was shocked, and hurried to the edge to look down.
I saw a demon god who followed Fu Riluo under the altar and rolled back and forth with pain in his arms. The demon god was wearing a pair of small embroidered shoes on his feet. The embroidered shoes were only three inches small, and the shoes were full of needles. His big feet were bloodied.
The body of the demon god fluctuated from size to size, trying to get rid of the embroidered shoes, but the shoes only shrank but did not grow. At this moment, the bones of his two big toes were shattered, and the pain was unspeakable.
Next to her, the Black Tiger God and another Demon God looked at Granny Si in horror, each moving away, not daring to approach.
"Both of your feet are broken."
Granny Si laughed at Yan Yan, whispered softly, and persuaded softly: "It's better to cut it, if you wait until the embroidery needle swims to your heart, lungs, and your brain, it will be too late."
The demon god trembled in pain, gritted his teeth, and hissed: "You tricked me into wearing small shoes..."
Granny Si was surprised: "You want to wear it yourself, how have I ever lied to you?"
On the altar, Buriluo frowned, and sneered at the woodcutter sage: "This is your disciple again? It's the same as the Taoist brother, stabbing people in the back!"
The woodcutter sage was also a little surprised, shaking his head and said: "It's not my disciple. But his cleverness is as good as mine."
Buriluo snorted coldly, and his voice came down to the altar: "Muturo, your supernatural powers are not fine enough to suppress her fine needles. The longer you delay, the more dangerous your life will be. Amputate both feet." .”
The demon god was doing his best to suppress the embroidery needles flowing into his blood from the embroidered shoes. The needles in the embroidered shoes were very thin and undetectable, but they were nimble and dexterous like a rapier, piercing into his blood. He used his vitality to transform into various magical powers and hid them in his blood to block and suppress them, but because it was within his own body, it was difficult to display powerful magical powers, and he couldn't block these tiny needles.
Hearing Furiluo's words, he screamed sharply, with tears in his eyes, and cut off his two calves with tears.
From the wound on his broken leg, many thin silver needles flowed out like water.
"The treasure-making technique of the Tiangong Protoss!"
From the silver needle, Fu Riluo saw the treasure-making techniques of the Kaihuang Heavenly Court and the Tiangong Protoss, and was startled, and suddenly remembered that there was an old blacksmith beside Qin Mu that day. Granny Si's silver needle must have come from that old blacksmith!
"Iron blacksmiths, embroiderers, painters, fake medicine sellers... What kind of people are around this Qin Mu?" Fu Riluo couldn't help but feel a little headache.
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