Chapter 729 Lord... be good... me
The smoke curled up, and Zhang San saw the boy he once was.
Xu Qing saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the smoke.
The smoke slowly dissipated, and the two looked at each other. Xu Qing smiled, and Zhang San laughed as well. He knocked the cigarette bag on the ground, and the burned smoke ash fell all over the ground.
"What should I help you with this time?"
Zhang San asked.
Xu Qing waved his hand, took out his Dharma Ship vial, and placed it in front of Zhang San.
Over the years, he has rarely used the Dharma Ship. Due to his improvement in cultivation, the Dharma Ship has become useless.
But Xu Qing didn't want to give up, so this time he asked Zhang San not only to reminisce about old times, but also to ask for his help in carrying out a major transformation of the French ship.
Zhang San's eyes fell on the French ship. Without Xu Qing opening his mouth, he could see through the vial that the French ship had hardly been used. He also understood Xu Qing's thoughts, and a strange light appeared in his eyes.
"Big Wing?"
Xu Qing nodded.
Zhang San suddenly became excited, rubbed his hands, and thought deeply.
"I can't do it alone. I need to call all the old craftsmen from the Sixth Peak of Seven Blood Pupils. It's not enough. I also need formations... Xu Qing, I will refine the big wings for you. This may require Seven Blood Pupils.
This is enough with the cooperation of the entire Hitomi Sect!"
"This is extremely difficult for others, but for you, it only requires one sentence."
"And the power source of the big wing is the key. It would be great if a magic weapon could be put into it. It would be even more perfect if it could use the flesh and blood of a divine creature."
Zhang San said and took a puff of cigarette. Xu Qing suddenly took out a piece of feather and placed it in front of Zhang San.
As soon as the feather came out, the vast power of the god inside exploded inside. Fortunately, Xu Qing had been prepared, so the impact was not large, but the surroundings were still blurred and distorted.
Zhang San's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he choked on the cigarette in his mouth. He couldn't hold the tobacco bag firmly in his hand, and it fell to the ground with a clang. His whole scalp was about to split, and millions of thunders exploded in his heart.
He has seen the flesh and blood of divine creatures, more than once, and he has even seen the flesh and blood of tassels, but the horror contained in this piece of feathers is something he has never encountered in his life.
Compared with the past, the moments he had seen before had become rubbish, and this feather was like a firefly and a bright moon.
"This this……"
Zhang San trembled, trembled, coughed for a long time, looked at the two feathers in disbelief, and raised his head with difficulty.
"This is the flesh and blood of gods."
Xu Qing spoke calmly.
Zhang San's expression was dull for a moment. After a while, he silently picked up the tobacco bag on the ground and instinctively took a big puff. He even used too much force and some sparks flew out and landed on him.
And his face turned red quickly, his eyes were bloodshot, his breathing was extremely rapid, his voice was hoarse, and he spoke with determination.
"enough!"
"Xu Qing, I will design an unprecedented large wing for you, and then use this feather as a driving force. I believe that this large wing will definitely..."
Xu Qing hesitated and interrupted his words.
"Senior Brother Zhang San, what I mean is that you design the wings according to the breath of this feather. As for the power source... it is not this feather."
Zhang San was at a loss, looked at Xu Qing, then at the feathers, and then looked at the feathers, and then looked at them?
And this understanding made him almost petrified, and he didn't recover even after Xu Qing left.
It wasn't until a long time ago that he let out a sigh of relief, his heart trembling endlessly at the answer he had realized before.
"Even feathers are not worthy of being used as a power source, which means there are more of them. If there is just a little bit of flesh and blood of this kind of god, there are many ways to obtain it, but if you have a huge amount..."
"Did they kill the gods?"
Zhang San was excited and immediately suppressed this thought. He knew very well that there were some things he could know, and there were some things he didn't know even if he knew them!
It was getting late, and Xu Qing, who had left Zhang San's place, was walking on the streets of the county capital. He did not deliberately hide his aura, but the fluctuations on his body made it impossible for ordinary people to see his figure.
Walking among the crowd and feeling the hustle and bustle of the place, Xu Qing felt very calm.
He saw the monk, he saw the sword holder, he saw the common man, he even saw an unhappy look on his face, his eyes patrolling with murderous intent.
Xu Qing could not be seen in Yanyan's eyes, and she walked past Xu Qing with a murderous emotion.
Xu Qing stared at it, walked over for a long time, and left Yanyan.
After he left, Yanyan's steps suddenly stopped, then he suddenly turned his head to look around, and for a long time... he lowered his head silently.
As time passed, the night grew darker, and the crowd dwindled. Xu Qing, who was walking towards the Sheriff's Mansion, stopped and looked behind him.
Behind him, a hundred feet away, squatted a person, but his posture was like a dog.
The moment Xu Qing paused, he also stopped, with confusion in his eyes, looking in Xu Qing's direction.
There was no figure of Xu Qing in his pupils.
But he could sense Xu Qing's aura, which was his talent, so although he couldn't see it, he still followed him all the way, until at this moment, he felt the aura disappear.
This made him feel depressed and he squatted there silently, as if he was abandoned.
But beside him, Xu Qing stood there, looking at the person in front of him.
This person is a little mute.
Xu Qing had long sensed the opponent, and could see at a glance that his cultivation level had reached the level of three groups of life fires, and that he had even opened a lot of magical orifices. He was only two short of the fourth group of life fires.
This kind of talent, placed in any sect, would already be regarded as the most talented person among all the talented people.
And the numerous injuries on his body are enough to prove that he fought all this by himself.
Coupled with his talent of being able to perceive things that others cannot, all this makes the little mute sure to have a good future.
"You can ascend to the Heavenly Palace at any time."
Xu Qing spoke calmly.
His words echoed in the empty streets. When the little mute heard it, his body was shaken, and he immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.
Every stroke is very hard.
It wasn't until a gentle force lifted him up that the little mute stopped. Based on his induction, he faced Xu Qing's direction, with reverence in his eyes, and raised five fingers.
Xu Qing understood.
The little mute is saying that he wants to open five balls of life fire, and he wants to walk the path Xu Qing has walked.
Xu Qing nodded, he was willing to see someone in the Seven Blood Pupils walking on the road he had walked, but this road was very difficult, so Xu Qing pondered, turned around and left.
But a jade pendant appeared in front of the little mute out of thin air, and Xu Qing's voice echoed in the little mute's mind.
"For your last magic aperture, you can hold this jade pendant and go to the island of the Sea Corpse Clan to open it between life and death. If you successfully ignite five groups of life fires to form a heavenly palace, then you can go to the Prison Department and become a pawn."
The little mute's body trembled, he caught the jade pendant, held it firmly, raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes became more and more determined.
He admires Xu Qing and has always done so over the years, so he wants to follow Xu Qing's path, want to gain Xu Qing's recognition and be able to follow him.
In particular, he felt that the terrifying existence in Xu Qing's shadow that he saw at the beginning was more terrifying now, but not that scary.
Because its eyes are always looking at Xu Qing, awe and pleading are all the emotions contained in its eyes.
Xu Qing returned to the Sheriff's Mansion and sat in the attic, looking at the night sky. The surroundings were quiet, and the wind blew the hair at the end of his ponytail slightly, just like his heart at the moment.
"There don't seem to be that many old friends anymore..."
"Some people disappear as they walk."
Xu Qing closed his eyes.
On this day, besides Zhang San and the little mute, he also saw Yan Yan.
Yanyan became the sword bearer.
Xu Qing did not meet him, but he finally saw the root cause of Yanyan's illness. In his memory, Yanyan's character was cruel, both to himself and even more to his enemies.
Continuous killing and self-abuse seemed to make her happy.
Yanyan's grandma told Xu Qing that Yanyan was ill.
Xu Qing couldn't see the answer at that time, but now he knows.
Yanyan is the only person he has seen in these years who does not have any abnormality in his body.
Except for Yan Yan, even if it seems that there are no others, they are actually eliminated. After a long time, they will still appear, which is different from Yan Yan.
Yanyan's body seems to have never been different.
Because her heterogeneity is integrated into her soul, her soul is seriously polluted, which makes her crazy, perverted, and self-abuse. It is conceivable that as time goes by and as she grows up, she will become more and more crazy.
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This is also the reason why her grandmother dotes on her. She knows that her granddaughter will not live long.
But after experiencing the moon sacrifice, in Xu Qing's eyes, Yan Yan's seriously polluted soul also possessed a trace of divine qualities.
Therefore, although Xu Qing did not see Yan Yan, he integrated a piece of red mother's feather into Yan Yan's soul and left a message to her, asking her to try to practice with the power of the feather.
"She is very suitable for spiritual cultivation."
Xu Qing opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Yinghuangzhou. There was a Ghost Emperor Mountain there.
Master Qi left three days ago and went to Ghost Emperor Mountain because the third child was practicing there, and the one who was practicing there with him was the little boy from back then.
Thoughts, as the wind blew, continued to spread. Xu Qing thought about many past events and many old friends, such as Qingqiu, who was also welcoming Huangzhou.
Finally, Xu Qing looked at Nanhuangzhou from afar.
At this moment, the wind stopped, Xu Qing's thoughts and eyes retracted together, and he spoke lightly.
"Ever since you obtained the flesh and blood of the Red Mother, you have been looking at me pleadingly. Especially when You Lingzi was taken away by my master, your gaze became even stronger, so... you want to eat it?"
As soon as Xu Qing spoke, his shadow immediately made waves under the moonlight, quickly spreading around, and rising from the inside was a dark coffin covered with eyes.
Every eye was filled with awe and pleading, and intermittent mood swings echoed in Xu Qing's heart.
"Lord... be good... I..."
"Eat, eat... strong... me... sacrifice..."
"Sacred fire..."
This chapter has been completed!