"They, like me, are already mortal. We should have died on the battlefield 20,000 years ago, but we were forced to survive due to the situation."
The woodcutter saint put the ax aside and said with emotion: "Furiluo, do you know? If it were the founding emperor's era, a little devil like you would have been sent to the God-killing Platform to be killed long ago.
It's just that it's not better than before. I admire you very much and know your abilities and methods. You have never invited people from Heaven to come and attack Taihuang Heaven with your own strength. I know that you don't want to rely on others. You have your own ambitions and
Ambition, you want to use the Taihuang Heaven as a springboard to jump to the Kaihuang Heaven. You have great ambitions."
Vurira smiled slightly: "If your husband is alive and has no ideals, what is the difference between him and a fish that has been dried in the sun?"
The woodcutter saint shook his head: "Have you ever thought about whether you would be wiped out if you occupied the Kaihuang Heavenly Palace? The birds are all good and the bows are hidden, and the cunning rabbits are dead and the lackeys are cooking. You don't understand, right? You attacked
Daxu, the moment Yankang is destroyed, you and your people will die. The disaster of annihilation is very close at hand. You take the name of Vurira, the great wisdom of the demon clan, can't you understand this?
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Vuriluo turned his neck, changed his face on the right side, and said leisurely: "Sages are good at attacking the mind. You seem to be thinking about me, but in fact you are attacking the mind. I understand the truth you said, but I also know that I
We must find a way for our people to survive. As for whether Heaven will destroy me or not, it’s still a matter of two and a half. At worst, if I lie down and become a dog, Heaven won’t kill a dog, right?”
The face on the left side of his face said with a smile: "My husband should be able to bend and stretch while he is alive. Brother Tao, if you insist on threatening me with Luofutian, I don't need to kill you, someone will naturally kill you. Brother Tao, what's the harm if you give in?"
The woodcutter saint shook his head and said: "If I wanted to be a dog, I could have done so 20,000 years ago. If I could live standing, I would rather stand."
Vuriluo's eyes flashed: "But more people still lie down after death, like a dead dog."
The woodcutter saint smiled and said: "I am not afraid of being broken into pieces. I am willing to die in pieces. Don't worry, I will not die lying down. Before Qin Mu and the others came, you made a condition and asked me to give up part of Yankang's territory to you.
Demon clan. Now that Qin Mu is here, I can tell you."
His face suddenly turned cold: "As long as we live, we will not give up an inch of Kaihuang's land!"
"If you stick your legs in, I'll cut off your legs. If you stick your head in, I'll cut off your head! If you demons dare to enter Yankang, I will destroy your demons!"
He said coldly: "Don't even think about Kaihuang's land!"
When Vuriluo heard what he said, the three faces instantly became gloomy, and he said coldly: "Then there is no need to talk. In this case, let's sign the Tubo agreement!"
He picked up the pen and quickly wrote the oath. He raised his hand slightly and the paper flew towards the woodcutter saint opposite. The woodcutter saint also wrote the oath and exchanged paper with him.
The two of them each thought about the other's oath to see if there were any loopholes. Then they revised it in writing, then changed their oaths back, looked at them carefully again, and corrected the things they couldn't accept.
After repeated attempts, they finally finalized their vows to each other.
The two stood up and swore an oath. Vurira used the magic language, while the woodcutter 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 interacted with each other.
Attack!
Qin Mu is proficient in two languages. Whether it is divine language or magic language, he can understand them all and is fascinated by them.
Suddenly the space trembled, and the mountain-high altar beneath their feet also swayed. 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 beneath their feet also floated.
Getting up, the four gods and demons hurriedly stabilized themselves to avoid being taken advantage of by the other party.
Grandma Si was swaying this way and that, as if she was not in a good state of cultivation. She took a few steps back, and one of her embroidered shoes fell off unconsciously, so she had to use one bare foot to steady herself.
The eyes of the devil who was confronting her lit up, and before she could react, he reached out and picked up the embroidered shoe. With the shoe in his hand, the devil stared at Granny Si's delicate and white feet, chuckled, and put the shoe away.
Put it under your nose and smell it.
Granny Si was angry and stretched out her hand, half-smiling but not smiling: "Give me my shoes!"
The demon laughed loudly and put the shoes in his arms: "I feel pity for you little beauty. I will keep your shoes."
Granny Si was so angry that she took off her other shoe and threw it at it with shaking hands: "You are also a demon after all. You are a high-ranking being. How can you be so frivolous?"
The demon god raised his hand to catch the other embroidered shoe, stared at her pair of white and small feet, and said with a smile: "Okay! Got a pair! The little beauty is so white and clever, and I also have some human concubines.
, if you obey me, I can make you the grandma. As long as you agree, I will eat my yellow-faced woman when I get back!"
Granny Si giggled and said: "You eat your yellow-faced woman, and I have to worry about the day when I turn into a yellow-faced woman and you eat me! You can't wear my little shoes anyway, so I gave them to you."
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The Black Tiger God frowned and thought to himself: "What is the background of this woman? She talks erratically, and even flirts with this demon god. She is also an unreliable person like Junior Brother Qin!"
The surroundings were shrouded in thick darkness, and suddenly there was firelight in the darkness, and a pair of huge sharp horns slowly rose from the darkness under the altar.
There is no daylight around the altar, and the sharp corners are as tall as clouds, far higher than the altar.
The Black Tiger God was horrified. He didn't realize that the two hammer heads in his hands fell to the ground. He hurriedly picked them up and looked up at the pair of sharp horns that kept rising out of the darkness.
After a while, Tu Bo's shadow finally revealed its head, and its two pairs of sharp horns had reached a height that was as high as the stars in the sky.
Tu Bo's tiger-like face was hidden in the darkness, his flaming eyes illuminated his face flickeringly, and the tall and majestic altar also dimmed and shone brightly under his gaze.
Tubo was quietly waiting for their oaths.
This is Tu Bo's phantom, not the real Tu Bo, but his power projected into the world, witnessing the oath sworn by the two strong men.
Tu Bo cannot come in person. His physical body is so vast. If he comes, this fragile world cannot bear it.
Qin Mu became excited and waved vigorously at Tu Bo's shadow.
Tu Bo looked solemn and turned a blind eye to him.
Qin Mu continued to wave excitedly and said loudly: "Me! It's me! Uncle Tu, we have met before! I am Qin Fengqing, and you sealed me!"
Tubo continued to turn a blind eye.
Qin Mu continued to wave excitedly.
Tu Bo's eyes trembled: "Zheng Zheng! Don't talk to me, I'm doing business."
Zhehuali and Qi Jiuyi looked at each other with awe in their hearts.
After Vuriluo and the woodcutter saint finished reciting their oaths and signing the agreement with Tu Bo, the majestic head of Tu Bo glanced at Qin Mu, who was so excited that he was waiting to speak to him.
Qi Jiuyi hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to greet Tu Bo.
Tu Bo turned a blind eye to him and said to Qin Mu, "Don't cause trouble."
He dropped a word and slowly sank into the darkness, gradually disappearing, leaving Qin Mu and Qi Jiuyi hanging on the altar.
When the sharp angle was completely submerged into the ground, the darkness dissipated and light returned to the surrounding area.
The woodcutter saint stared at Qin Mu, Fu Riluo also stared at Qin Mu, and the eyes of Zhe Huali and Qi Jiuyi also fell on him. Tu Bo has always been a solemn and solemn image in control of death, and he never smiles. Every time something happens
A strong man swears an oath, and his power is projected as a witness. The momentum is so dark and terrifying that it makes people breathless.
But this time, Tu Bo's shadow not only spoke, but also seemed to be very familiar with Qin Mu, which made people doubt whether Tu Bo would handle the matter impartially and without any selfish motives after swearing to Tu Bo.
The reason why Tu Bo became the target of the oath is precisely because he has no selfish motives. If Tu Bo had selfish motives, it would be very terrifying.
"I can't believe that Qin Xiaoyou and Tu Bo have such a good relationship." Fu Riluo said with a smile.
Qin Mu closed his three eyes together and did not look at him. He groaned and said, "If the relationship was really good, he wouldn't seal me."
Fu Riluo felt relieved, and suddenly thought of Qin Mu's jade pendant, and he felt awe in his heart: "The jade pendant is Tu Bo's seal? I suppressed the seal that day, so that's why I released the demon king?"
His heart suddenly became enlightened, and a big stone fell to the ground in his heart: "Tubo sealed it himself. It seems that he can never escape from the seal. This way, we can deal with him with confidence. It's just that this kid doesn't dare to look at me."
At this moment, a scream came from under the altar. Everyone on the altar was shocked and hurried to the edge to look down.
I saw a demon god following Vurila under the altar, holding his legs and rolling back and forth in pain. The demon god was wearing a pair of small embroidered shoes. The embroidered shoes were only three inches small. The shoes were full of needles. The demon god was wearing a pair of small embroidered shoes.
His big feet were pricked and bloody.
The demon god's body suddenly grew larger and smaller, and he tried to get rid of the embroidered shoes, but the shoes only shrank but did not grow larger. At this moment, the bones of his two big toes were completely broken, and the pain was unspeakable.
Next to them, the Black Tiger God and another demon god looked at Granny Si with horrified expressions, and moved away separately, not daring to approach.
"The bones in both your feet are all broken."
Granny Si smiled and spoke softly, and advised her softly: "It's better to cut it. If the embroidery needle travels to your heart, lungs, or brain, it will be too late."
The demon god shivered in pain, gritted his teeth, and hissed: "You tricked me into wearing small shoes..."
Granny Si was surprised and said: "You want to wear it yourself. How could I ever lie to you?"
On the altar, Furila raised his eyebrows and sneered at the woodcutter saint: "Is this your disciple again? He has the same style as Taoist brother, hurting people with hidden arrows!"
The woodcutter saint was also a little surprised. He shook his head and said: "You are not my disciple. But your cleverness is as good as mine."
Vuriluo snorted coldly, and his voice reached the altar: "Mutuluo, your magical power is not sophisticated enough to suppress her needles. The longer you delay, the more dangerous your life will be. Amputate both of your feet.
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The demon god is doing his best to suppress the embroidery needles flowing from the embroidered shoes into his blood. The needles in the embroidered shoes are very thin and cannot be detected, but they are as flexible and dexterous as a rapier, drilling into his blood. He uses his vitality to transform into
All kinds of magical powers are hidden in the blood to block and suppress them, but because they are in one's own body, it is difficult to display powerful magical powers and cannot block these needles.
Hearing Vuriluo's words, he screamed sharply, with tears in his eyes, and cut off both of his lower legs with tears.
I saw many thin silver needles flowing out like water from the wound on his broken leg.
"The Tiangong God Clan's treasure refining technique!"
Fu Riluo saw from this silver needle the treasure-refining techniques of the Heavenly Court's Tiangong God Clan. He was shocked 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.
hands!
"Blacksmiths, embroiderers, painters, counterfeit medicine sellers... what kind of people are there around this Qin Mu?" Fu Riluo couldn't help but feel a little headache.
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