Qing Ming

Just when the girl's momentum was rising, a red shadow flashed in from the door, the red-haired and red-faced Vulcan Zhuhe.

"The sword spirit can't make mistakes, don't do things that hinder the master!" Zhu He shouted like thunder, staring straight at the girl standing with the sword.

The girl was stunned by the sound of drinking, she hurriedly turned her head to look at her father beside her, only to see Liu Qiankun's eyes were red, his face was full of pain, his clenched steel teeth seemed to choose someone to bite, and the corners of his mouth A trace of blood slowly flowed out...

With a flick of the girl's jade arm, the Qing Ming sword came out, turning into a rainbow of surprise and piercing directly into the wall, and the man also jumped into Liu Qiankun's arms like a swallow falling into a forest.

"Dad, Dad, the girl is wrong! You are talking..." The girl's voice was like weeping blood, and she desperately beat Liu Qiankun's thick chest with her powder fist.

puff!

Liu Qiankun opened his mouth and spat out a bloody arrow, and he gradually became tired. The girl hugged his waist tightly and helped him sit on the ground.

"This son's cultivation has skyrocketed, his foundation is unstable, and his body has demonic nature. If the old man came a moment later, he would have been devoured by the demonic nature, and the sword spirit will retreat quickly!" Zhu He said like Hong Zhong.

The girl seemed to be a little bit reluctant, and stretched out her hand to touch Liu Qiankun's handsome face with a guilty expression, and slowly took off the long gown on his body to cover his chest, her body floated up like light smoke, turning into a dark blue streamer towards the blue sky. The underworld sword is thrown...

Liu Qiankun's eyes were closed tightly, a dark red bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, and his complexion was full of pain. The little god baby in his body also had a dark red complexion, and his little face twisted for a while, as if he was enduring some kind of unspeakable pain.

Zhu He stood next to Liu Qiankun with frowned eyebrows, as if he was thinking hard about something, and after pondering for a long time, he sighed softly: "Forget it, since a person who was born to respond to disaster, what if he becomes a demon?" Sit down, bend and stretch your palms to slowly lift up Liu Qiankun's fallen body.

"Streamer Cone!" Zhu He yelled violently, his beard and hair all parted, and he opened his mouth to spit out an object as thin as an embroidery needle. This is the magic weapon he has tempered for millions of years in this prisoner's place: the Streamer Cone.

Zhu He raised his single palm, and the streamer cone floated and flipped in mid-air, piercing into Liu Qiankun's lower abdomen like a needle, and shooting along the blood vessels towards the direction where the divine baby was sitting cross-legged.

The little baby god seemed to feel something strange, and slowly opened his eyes, with a strange smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, a pair of fleshy palms buckled left and right, and a vast spiritual energy shot out, intending to force the thin needle out of the body Unexpectedly, a ray of Vulcan's spiritual consciousness was attached to the streamer cone, and it circled around in the dantian and went straight to the bladder, disappearing in the sight of the baby in an instant.

The sleeping Liu Qiankun seemed to feel pain in his lower abdomen, his face twitched, and his eyelids twitched violently a few times.

The little god baby clasped his palms together and was about to close his eyes, but he didn't expect a tingling pain from his buttocks. The streamer cone penetrated his body, circled around the baby's body, and finally stopped on his chest.

Shenying grinned in pain, looked down at his chest, and saw a thin red line on his chest, so he had no choice but to give up and sat down again.

Zhu He opened his eyes, stood up with a tired face, and muttered: "The streamer cone can suppress his demon nature for a while, and it can be regarded as repaying him for helping me out of trouble..." Paying attention to Liu Qiankun on the ground, stomped his feet and floated out the door.

Just after Vulcan left, the Qingming sword on the wall was pulled out of its sheath, turned in the air, and fell into Liu Qiankun's arms lightly. It remained motionless, and the sword trembled slightly, as if expressing the apology in his heart... …

Vulcan Zhuhe sat alone beside the big river, the Lihuo True Yuan in his body was spinning rapidly, wisps of dark red misty air lingered endlessly around him, and he was dressed in a red robe without wind, like a flaming flame that has been burning for millions of years It was the first time he practiced so seriously, just for the battle with unknown victory or defeat a few days later.

I don't know the depth of the cultivation base of the God of Destiny that day, but as far as the current situation is concerned, that brat has already been unable to protect himself. It seems that he will have to deal with the big battle in a few days. Now he needs to hurry up and restore his cultivation base Even if he exhausted the Lihuo essence that he had accumulated for millions of years, he could barely recover to [-]%. Thinking of this, Zhu He's mood suddenly became agitated!

Liu Qiankun in the room also slowly opened his eyes, the red light on his face had long faded, and even he only had a few fragments of what happened not long ago. He frowned, and let out a ray of consciousness to probe into his body.

When his consciousness entered the dantian, the little baby god slowly opened his eyes, and his lips moved slightly, Liu Qiankun only felt a voice in his head in vain.

"Don't look, there is an old guy who stuck a needle in Grandpa's chest, damn it, it hurts!"

Liu Qiankun was taken aback. He knew that it was Lingying who was complaining to him, but he didn't know how to answer him. He felt very depressed.

"Why are you depressed, as long as you move your mind, you can talk to the master." A small smile appeared on the corner of the little god baby's mouth.

"Hey! Why do you talk in the same way as the master, you really deserve to be the son of the master, haha!" Liu Qiankun said silently in his heart.

Shenying curled his lips in disdain, spread his hands, and the voice sounded again: "If there is no way, I would not find such a pussy body..." After finishing the matter, he stretched out a fleshy middle finger and pointed it hard at the sky .

...Liu Qiankun felt a little furious, raised his fist and punched his lower abdomen hard, the intense labor pain came, the soul baby was safe and sound, but the poor Liu Qiankun grinned in pain.

"Hey! If you want to teach me a lesson, you're just asking for trouble!" The spiritual baby in the dantian showed a proud smile.

Liu Qiankun felt so aggrieved!After finally training a spirit baby, he unexpectedly turned out to be a rebellious character. Just when he was at his wit's end, the Qingming sword beside him let out a low chime.

"Hey! Does the girl have something to say to me?" Liu Qiankun muttered to himself while putting the Qingming Sword to his ear, and indeed a soft female voice came from the sword.

"Father, the girl's evil spirit is too strong and I can't show up to meet you for the time being. If you want to make the spirit baby surrender, maybe Vulcan will have a way!" Qing Mingjian also stopped whispering as soon as the words fell.

Liu Qiankun smiled slightly, and already had an idea in his mind, turned over and stood up, stretched out his palm and patted his lower abdomen lightly, leaned the Qingming sword on his shoulder, and walked towards the door with big strides.

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