The maid sent Mo Tianliao to the door of the magic palace, and suddenly brought out a plate of spiritual stones: "This is a gift from the venerable, please accept it."
It was a plate of high-grade spirit stones of excellent quality, and there were dozens of them. The spirit stones in the refining room were all used by him for refining, and there was really nothing left. It's just... Mo Tianliao looked around, there were so many guards in front of the gate of the magic palace, and standing here, people passing by outside the gate could see it, at this time, was he begging for food, or was he causing trouble
Taking a deep look at the maid, Mo Tianliao smiled and said, "Your honor is a reward, you should thank him in person." After saying that, he lifted his foot to go inside.
"Hey!" The maid was startled, and quickly stopped him, "His Excellency is busy, there is no need to thank him."
"No merit, no reward, and I didn't do anything to help. I also asked my sister to return this spirit stone to Venerable." Mo Tianliao pushed the spirit stone away and left without looking back.
The maid stomped her feet in a hurry and wanted to catch up, but Mo Tianliao had already brought out her flying sword and fled in an instant.
"Why, he confiscated it?" In the magic palace, a man who looked a little fat asked the maid.
The maid repeated Mo Tianliao's words one by one, and finally handed the spirit stone to the man: "In the future, Master Luo Qi should not make up his own mind. There is no good fruit to eat." After speaking, he threw his sleeves and left.
"Hmph, a lowly maid, and she's still standing up." The surnamed Luo spat at the back of the maid, but he couldn't be mad. He wanted to humiliate the kid, but he didn't expect the kid to be fooled.
"She's right, don't make up your own mind." A clear voice came from behind, and the man surnamed Luo froze. He turned around and saw the human-shaped Black Nightmare Lion, who was looking at him coldly.
This surnamed Luo is one of the artifact refiners in the magic palace. He usually makes magic tools for the subordinates of the Demon Venerable. He has always wanted to get the reuse of the earth-killer. This time the Eight Desolate City auctioned the artifact, and he also persuaded the earth-killer to buy it. , so that he could study it, he didn't expect to be robbed of the limelight by a hairy boy who appeared out of nowhere, and he was really unwilling.
"I think it's wrong," Luo laughed dryly, and handed the plate of spirit stone to the black nightmare lion, "This time, the transformation demon cultivator that Demon Venerable bought back..."
"That's not what you can imagine." The black nightmare lion pushed the spirit stone away, snorted, turned away, turned the corner, suddenly dwarfed, turned into a big black lion, spread its four claws toward the fox. place to run. The kitten is gone, but fortunately there is still a fox to play with him.
Venerable Earth Slaughter looked left and right with the pig-killing knife in his hands. He called out two other spiritual tools and placed them together, an axe, a hammer, and now there is a pig-killing knife. .
"Roar—" The Black Nightmare Lion suddenly rushed in, unable to stop the car, and jumped on him at once, roaring into the ground-killing ears.
"It's so noisy," Murderer grabbed the big lion's hair and pulled it away, "what's the matter, didn't I give you meat in the morning?"
The big lion shook his head and turned into a tall young man.
The maid came in with the wine, and happened to see the Venerable pulling the hair of the humanoid black nightmare lion, causing the handsome man to have to raise his head, revealing his fragile neck, looking like he was going to…
After hurriedly exiting, the maid stopped the others who tried to enter. The maids exchanged ambiguous glances at each other, tacitly guarding the door.
"How many times have I said it, stop pulling my hair!" The big lion raised his hand and patted his master.
Murderer let go of his hand: "I'm my own lion, grab it if you want!"
The two stared at each other for a moment, the big lion bared his teeth: "The fox is gone."
"Gone?" Murderer frowned, "Where did you run away?"
The big lion rolled his eyes, if he knew where he went, what would he say! "How do I know?"
"You can't smell it?" Shidi put away a few spiritual tools and raised his hand to call the men outside the door.
"I'm not a dog!" The big lion got angry and rushed over to bite him on the head. He was slaughtered and pushed down on the throne. The big lion turned his head and bit his butt. arm.
When a few subordinates came in, what they saw was the situation where the Demon Venerable was pressing his magic pet on the throne, and they hurriedly lowered their heads and ignored any injustice.
"What about the fox?" Murderer asked while pressing his own lion.
"Return to Venerable, the subordinates are rummaging in the magic palace." The subordinate who was kneeling on the ground replied.
"Your Highness," the devil's palace was all looking for the fox, and the surnamed Luo naturally heard of it, and immediately ran up and down, "This subordinate thinks that we should investigate the people who have left the palace for a few days."
Murderer frowned slightly.
"Report—" A guard rushed in, "Venerable Ming Yu is visiting."
"What!" Earthkiller instantly jumped off the throne and went out to meet him in person. Venerable Ming Yan, regardless of power or strength, is the first Venerable of the Demon Dao, and he cannot be neglected in the slightest.
Mo Tianliao left the magic palace, so he took off his sword and quickly escaped. Theoretically, he should go north, but he went south, finding a town in the magic way, and renting a spirit bird.
Generally, flying boats can only rent from their own sect, because flying boats cannot fly back by themselves, but spirit birds can.
The shop owner who rented spirit birds was very surprised and looked up and down at the Jindan cultivator. In fact, spirit birds are not as fast as flying swords. Generally, only qi cultivators who can't use swords will rent them.
Mo Tianliao didn't explain, and after paying the rent, he hurriedly jumped on the spirit bird. Now that he has kidnapped the fox in the magic palace, he will be found in a minute or three, so it is better to disguise it.
This is a huge kite-peng, slender and slender, with wings about thirty feet outstretched. Mo Tianliao sat cross-legged on the bird's back, holding the reins tied to the bird's neck loosely with one hand, and corrected the direction when the bird flew crooked.
The cat that woke up in his arms climbed out, jumped on the bird's back and rolled, and stretched long.
"Baby, we are on the bird." Mo Tianliao bent down and kissed the cat's head.
Uncle Cat turned his head and gave him a paw, nonsense, can this seat not see it? Jumping on the bird's head three or two times, looking far into the distance, the bird cannot fly above the clouds, and here you can clearly see the mountains and rivers below.
"Quack—" Yuan Peng noticed the small hairball on his head, and didn't care, he turned his copper bell's big eyes to look at it, and suddenly felt the pressure of the big demon, and suddenly staggered in fright. The cat, who was just stepping on the bird's head, was suddenly thrown out.
Mo Tianliao jumped up immediately, took the kitten into his arms, grabbed the bird's neck with one hand, turned around, and jumped back to the bird's back.
A flash of light flashed in his arms, and the kitten turned into a slender beauty: "Why sit on such a stupid thing!"
"Let's not be in a hurry," Mo Tianliao said in a confused manner while the beauty was in his arms, but his hands were quietly clasped together, "If you feel bored, let's chat."
Qingtong glanced at him, who would want to chat with such a stupid guy. He raised his hand and pushed him away, took out the fox pillow from the storage bracelet, lightly flicked his wide sleeves, and lay on the bird's back.
The fox who was suddenly pulled out looked left and right for unknown reasons, and was crushed by the bar to spread his limbs, turned his head to look at it, and resigned himself to his tummy.
"Why is he so good." Mo Tianliao sat down beside the master and poked the fox's head. He remembered that he was quite clever when he saw him in Xiaoyaolou, but now he is so stupid and bullied.
"Cubs are so good in front of this seat." Qingtong stretched out his slender fingers around the fluffy fox's tail.
Jindan stage transformation demon cultivator, at least hundreds of years old, why is it still a cub? Mo Tianliao put his hands on both sides of Master's head and looked down at him.
Qingtong raised his eyes, saw the big face above his head, frowned slightly, and suddenly remembered something: "The scoundrel, why did you tell Shi that your name was Mo Yunqi?"
"I originally wanted to say that my name is Mo Xiaopao," Mo Tianliao laughed, grabbing Qingtong's hand and reaching out to hit him, "Then tell me first, why is it called Qingtong?"
Tong means cloud rising.
The clouds rise to cover Qingtong, and the long wind does not add more. This is a poem that Mo Tianliao engraved on the burning stove when he had nothing to do.
"I heard from the senior brother that the demon cultivators don't have a surname, they came up with their own names." Mo Tianliao looked at his cat with a smile.
"Shut up." Qingtong grabbed the fox pillow under his head and threw it on Mo Tianliao's face.
"Have you found it?" Several magic cultivators searched in the clouds. This is the only way to go from the Earth Slaughter Palace to the right path. Any passing Feizhou and Yujian cultivators will be checked one by one.
A few demon cultivators looked worried, and the first venerable came to ask the slayer of the earth to ask for the transformed fox, but the earth slaughter couldn't explain it, so they could only find it quickly. Luo Qishi suspected that the surnamed Mo took it away, but it has been three days and he has not appeared yet, and that person is probably already gone.
Beneath the clouds, a Yuanpeng flew by silently.
"There is a bird there." A magic cultivator called.
"That person is a Jindan cultivator, how could he sit on a bird." Another demon cultivator pouted. Those who sat on a bird were all cultivators who were so poor that they robbed a few taels of meat, so it was more important to hurry up and find a fox.
Mo Tianliao looked at the few demon cultivators in the high places, raised his hand and moved the sleeping master's head to his lap, took out a blanket to cover him, and gently followed the ink-like long hair.
It took more than a month for the spirit bird to fly, and when it was about to reach Wo Yunzong, Mo Tianliao's dantian suddenly began to hum.
He quickly summoned the divine weapon from his dantian, and the willow-sized pig-killing knife seemed to have absorbed enough fire in the wood and was plated with a layer of turquoise. The small knife spun rapidly above Mo Tianliao's head, flying round and round.
Qingtong opened his eyes and shot like electricity, holding the lancet knife between his two fingers. The knife struggled between the slender fingers, and the streamer in it jumped back and forth, very anxious.
Suddenly, the ray of light flourished, and the willow knife turned into a stream of light, instantly scattered into countless powders, and then suddenly merged in mid-air. After the merger, it no longer looks like a pig-killing knife. It will become a small stick, a long knife, and a sharp sword again... colorful and ever-changing.
There is the beginning and the beginning, and then there is the beginning. The beginning is the beginning of Qi, and the beginning is the beginning of form.
It has no fixed length, no fixed shape, and all kinds of changes are integrated into one. This tool is called Taishi.
After a while of radiance, Tai Shi turned into a small bowl and flew to Mo Tianliao.
"What's this for?" Qingtong looked at the small bowl.
Mo Tianliao twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a drop of blood essence from his fingertips into a small bowl. The small bowl immediately closed happily, turning into a ball, refining the drop of blood essence. Before Mo Tianliao could say anything, the little ball turned into a mouth and touched it up and down: "Damn, I can finally speak, but I'm suffocating me!"
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
First monk: I heard that the artifact is gorgeous and unparalleled
Second monk: I heard that the artifact penetrates the sky and the earth
Cultivator C: Heard that the divine artifact is extraordinary
Woodworking: (Looking at Tai Shi) Why do I think this product is a fake Destroyer: (Nodding) Yes, it doesn't even have a flame logo!
Taishi: I'm a jerk, what's not like an artifact