The puppet blinks and sheds tears!

Xu Chengru was killed by thunder, her scalp was numb and her head was blank, and she climbed up from the tail end of her spine with a numbness.

Late at night, heavy rain, ruined temples, dead people, and puppets that will blink and cry, all of which form a strange and terrifying scroll.

Have you met a ghost? Have you met a ghost!

Just as Xu Chenghun flew out of the sky, a ray of light flashed in his sight, a drop of rain reflected on the bonfire, and the funny puppet fell to the ground, harmoniously with the mottled wet marks before.

"It turned out that the dilapidated temple was disrepaired, and the roof was slightly leaking. A drop fell on the puppet, causing the illusion of crying in the blink of an eye. It was me who scared myself..." Xu Cheng breathed a sudden sigh, but suddenly he was stunned, "Puppet? Puppet!"

The head of the Sihai Escort Bureau in the ruined temple, Miao, was killed for the magic sword puppet... The funny puppet on the beam of the house... One of the four strange books...

The three thoughts fluctuated instantly, and fireworks suddenly exploded in Xu Cheng's mind, illuminating the darkness and colorful.

Did you see the magic sword puppet? The magic sword puppet containing two sets of peerless sword techniques?

This is a reasonable deduction and conclusion!

Dongdongdongdongdongdong! Xu Cheng's heartbeats faster, and his mouth was dry and his tongue was dry.

"Cheng'er, what's wrong with you?" Shang Jiuming opened his six orifices, with bright ears and eyes, and had a sharp sense of sensitivity, and noticed something was wrong with Xu Cheng.

Xu Cheng was about to tell the story of the magic sword puppet, but the words of his master suddenly popped up in his mind. Every time the magic sword puppet was born, it was accompanied by bloody storms, and many ugly and terrifying things happened. For it, there were fathers who killed their sons, sons who killed their fathers, and some fellow disciples who were killed each other, and some were old masters who knew that they were still pressing the sword. He had just opened his eyes and was far from his master. After obtaining the magic sword puppet, he must have kept it. He always realized and pondered, leaving only the tiny time like water leftovers for himself, and even changed to a transfer, which was better than...

Greed is like fire, and every bit can start a prairie fire. Xu Cheng had a lot of thoughts and obeyed the voice in his heart in a flash: "Master, except for General Miao's escort, the rest of the escort fell to the ground and formed a semicircle, and seemed to want to siege. But he died all under one sword."

"Just one sword, six good players killed their lives. Just thinking about it makes people shudder. What a sword technique this is, it's like a ghost or a god!"

He pushed his strangeness to this matter.

Shang Jiuming understood Xu Cheng's mood very well, and nodded slightly, "I have been immersed in swordsmanship for 30 years and felt palpitations and could not look back. Unfortunately, this sect's swordsmanship is incomplete, and it is difficult to reappear the mystery of the two peerless sword techniques of the sect of silence and shocking the gods. Otherwise, these methods would be ordinary."

"That's right, such a powerful swordsman is not killing the magic sword puppet, it shows that his sword technique is still far away from suppressing evil and shocking the god!" Shang Lingxi interrupted, knowing that her sword technique was inherited from the magic sword puppet. She was very proud and proud.

The sword art realm represented by the magic sword puppet is like a legend to the martial arts world today... Xu Cheng swallowed his saliva, tried his best to calm down, and at the same time took his eyes away. He stopped looking at the funny puppet, so as not to attract the master to notice.

In the middle of the night, the rain gradually became thinner. Shang Jiuming was unwilling to cause trouble and urged his daughter and his disciples to get up and leave the ruined temple overnight.

After half a cup of tea, a figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the temple. He was handsome and pleasing, and his temperament was lazy, as if Xu Cheng had gone and returned.

He used the excuse of diarrhea and hurried back, afraid that the puppet of the Divine Sword disappeared.

He raised his head and the funny-smiling puppet was still lying quietly on the beam. Xu Cheng immediately breathed, and ecstasy surged. He thrust his toes a little, and he leaned up like a swallow, and copied the puppet into his hand.

He had just fallen and had not yet had time to examine the puppet. A flash of eyes came to his face, with a light purple palm, snatching the puppet over.

"Master!" Xu Cheng blurted out, in a panic.

Master Shang Jiuming was actually behind him!

Shang Jiuming was happy and said, "I had something strange before, and I had diarrhea inexplicably halfway through. I have raised you for almost twenty years. How could I not have any associations?"

The magic sword puppet is really a magic sword puppet. I never thought that the magic sword puppet will remain here!

As far as he looked, he was a puppet the size of a palm. His body was long and his smile was funny. There were holes on it, corresponding to different acupoints of the human body. The sword marks guided it, indicating the corresponding flow of true qi, but the most conspicuous one was the fourteen words engraved:

"At noon tomorrow, at sunset peak, can we make friends with swords?"

Each character is ancient and ordinary, revealing a little bit of power, which makes people subconsciously notice the most basic and ordinary horizontal and vertical strokes, and can see the appropriate force of the swordsman, so that they can raise their sights. After collecting all the fourteen characters, they will come alive, just like a piece on a chessboard that connects into a big dragon, and the stars in the night sky form the Milky Way, which is spread out to death with a magnificent momentum, and the aura is soaring into the sky.

Shang Jiuming felt like he was in a desperate situation. He seemed to have a long sword stabbed in an unavoidable posture. Cold sweat broke out from behind and his right hand trembled slightly.

Good sword technique! Good layout! Shang Jiuming almost cried out after he came back to his senses, but he felt that all the difficulties he had used to practice swords in the past disappeared. It turned out that he should use the sword like this, but he could use the sword like this!

This is the "Sword Emperor's "Sword Technique to Suppress Evils"? Shang Jiuming turned the puppet to the back as he thought, and the torso under the dark hair was engraved with sixteen small characters on the fly head:

"I dare not forget the kindness of my guidance, and start by writing the sword and discussing the Tao together."

When Shang Jiuming saw these sixteen words, his mind suddenly exploded. He felt that every stroke and every stroke had turned into a sword light, either as ethereal as the fragrance in the wind, as fast as lightning and thunder, as rough and ancient, as smart as a mountain, as light as a net, as light as a net, as each posture was full of complexity and order, as inclusive as a sky, as converged in roundness, as if it was a natural force. It was obtained by a wonderful hand by chance, and the gorgeous and exquisiteness was difficult to describe.

With sword lights on his body, cold sweat fell like rain. If he really faced such a sword technique, Shang Jiuming felt that he had died nine times, but now he was touched. All the sword techniques he had practiced in the past came to his mind, and each of them developed the mysteries he had never experienced before, and was close to understanding them.

When Xu Cheng heard the words of the master, he was sweating coldly and almost lost his soul. He hurriedly said: "Master, my disciple was confused for a moment. It was not intentional deception. I would be willing to accept the punishment you want!"

Shang Jiuming looked at him deeply: "If the son does not teach him, the father's fault, and both your parents die, and the teacher is the father. Therefore, it is because the teacher has not taught you well. The magic sword puppet cannot be exclusively used to enjoy it. Will the teacher not teach you after he gets it?"

"After returning to the mountain, facing the wall for a year, this matter must not be disclosed."

Xu Cheng was ashamed: "Disciple follows the teacher's order."

Looking at his figure with his head down, Shang Jiuming's eyes flashed, with ferociousness and kindness. After many struggles, he finally did not draw his sword.

One is to kill the disciples here, and people will suspect that they have had some adventures. After all, they have been raising them for so many years and have a deep relationship, so they really cannot do it.

Meng Qi's spiritual consciousness was trapped in the magic sword puppet, and he relied on a little sensing to know what was happening outside. At this time, thoughts emerged, thinking about what he should do.

Although I have left a legend in this world, it is still very different from the mark. I have no idea how to turn the legend into a mark yet, so I have to try more and not sit and wait, so I can find the right path.

More importantly, your spiritual consciousness is slowly being assimilated by the puppet. If you do not interrupt the contact and choose to return, you may be lost in this, so things are urgent and you must try it as soon as possible.

First of all, the master of the magic sword puppet must be allowed to major in his own sword skills and strengthen his own brand!

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Shang Jiuming lived alone in the room, focusing on the puppet of the magic sword in his palm.

For him, it is not necessary to consider which set of sword techniques to choose as the main practice. The Sword Emperor has a true qi flow method that cooperates with the "Sword Slaying Technique of Evils", which is both inside and outside, and can be used to improve the realm. The Jingshen Sword Technique is just a set of sword techniques.

After careful consideration, Shang Jiuming placed the magic sword puppet on the previous plan table, trying to practice while experiencing it.

When he closed his eyes to transport his blood, the funny-smiling puppet suddenly shaking, turning over with difficulty, showing his sword technique on the back.

After a while, Shang Jiuming opened his eyes: "Hey, why is it facing upward?"

I am clearly comprehending the legacy of the Sword Emperor in front!

His eyes lingered over the sixteen words symbolizing the Sword Technique of Jingshen for a while, and Shang Jiuming turned the puppet over again and continued his previous homework.

A quarter of an hour later, he frowned, his eyes full of doubt:

"Why is it the back again?"

What time has this been? It’s impossible for me to always make the same mistake!

The doors and windows are closed and there is no strong wind. Will the puppet turn over by itself?

Shang Jiuming subconsciously closed his eyes, pretended to be running around the world, and suddenly opened it after pausing for a few breaths. However, the magic sword puppet was facing upwards and did not turn around.

I was so addicted to it that I had hallucinations that I hadn't turned the magic sword puppet?

Shang Jiuming closed his eyes in confusion. This time he really started practicing. After a while, he realized something and opened his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, his pupils shrank violently, because the magic sword puppet turned over again, facing back up, making himself intoxicated by the sixteen-character Sword Technique, and couldn't help but reach out to gesture.

Meng Qi lay quietly and laughed inwardly, "I want to cheat me?" No way!

Shang Jiuming's eyes gradually became solemn, and he said to himself: "Every time the magic sword puppet is born is accompanied by robbery, accompanied by killing and blood. Could it be that he is obsessed with obsession and hostility, and is a bit weird?"

There was a gloomy feeling inexplicably, Shang Jiuming couldn't calm down and murmured: "Do you soak a soak of feces and use dirty things to drive away evil spirits, or use incense to dissolve..."

The feces... Meng Qi was stunned and planned to change his method.

After that, Shang Jiuming never encountered the magic sword puppet inexplicably facing up.

It was late at night and he was breathing for a long time, in a dream.
Chapter completed!