Qing Ming

Immortal Emperor Haotian looked up at the void, and saw the waves in the void changing, and the stars flickering unsteadily. No matter how he searched with his immortal sense, it was still difficult to find the whereabouts of the killing twins, as if they had turned into one of the stars out of thin air.

"Just now the Celestial Spear stabbed something, how could it disappear out of thin air?" Haotian Emperor muttered to himself, stretched out his hand to stroke the tip of the spear, and immediately frowned. cutting edge.

The strongest spear met the chaotic cauldron, and it really didn't go well. This bit of curling blade alone was enough to make Emperor Haotian's heart hurt for hundreds of years, if he still had a hundred years of life.

Liu Qiankun and Ba Xi, who hid in the chaotic cauldron at the critical moment, were sitting on the ground panting, their chests heaving violently like a bellows in a blacksmith's shop.

"Damn, Immortal Emperor Haotian is nothing more than relying on having two artifacts in his hands, especially that small knife..." Liu Qiankun cursed angrily, thinking of the lightning-fast small knife, he couldn't help but feel a little more fortunate, If the knife hadn't pierced his shoulder and directly pierced any vital spot in his head and neck, how could he be alive at this moment...

Baxi was safe and sound, but he had a false alarm at the last moment. Looking at the bloody hole on Liu Qiankun's shoulder, his expression changed suddenly, and he said, "I wonder how long it will take for that ghost to get better after the bone is pierced by that ghost?" For Liu Qiankun He couldn't help being a little worried about Qiankun's incomparably powerful recovery ability.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to move my arms for more than ten days this time!" Liu Qiankun said sadly, his body naturally knew it well, and the blood hole on his shoulder felt a strong burning pain, as if the wound had been scalded by fire. It is healing, but the speed is more than a hundred times slower than usual, and I thought to myself: Could it be that there is something weird about that small knife?

Liu Qiankun suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness rushing up in his mind like a torrent of mountains and seas, and he called Seven Little Witches in his heart, and he fell into a drowsy sleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

There was nothing serious about Baxi, seeing Liu Qiankun closed his eyes and fell to the ground, he was startled and quickly stretched out his arms to support him, but he heard a soft snoring sound in his ears, it turned out that he had fallen into a deep sleep...

"Put down master, let us heal his wounds." An urgent voice came from Liu Qiankun's waist, seven rays of light flashed out, and the seven little witches hovered beside Liu Qiankun. The sleeping Liu Qiankun lay flat on the ground, and he also stepped back two feet.

The Seven Little Witch stretched out her palms and burst out with colorful light, turning into a seven-color halo and falling towards Liu Qiankun. At the moment under the halo, the body that was lying on the ground disappeared in vain, leaving only a piece of green grass.

The Seven Little Witches looked at each other, and looked at Ba Xi with a surprised face, only to hear Ba Xi sigh leisurely: "Could it be that you think that there are no other weapon spirits in this Ten Thousand Demon Realm?"

At this time, Liu Qiankun was sleeping soundly on another piece of grass. The wound on his shoulder was covered with an ancient book. The bookworm was sitting cross-legged beside him with a serious expression on his face. It is extremely troublesome, if it is not for the ancient books in hand, even the bookworm will have to spend a lot of time.

"Hmph! What a vicious sub-artifact. If the master hadn't been born with a remnant soul, I'm afraid he would have already left the deity. When he wakes up, I will teach him the Chaos Cauldron Armor, and he will never be hurt like this again!" Looking at Liu Qiankun's shoulder For the unhealed wound, the bookworm felt a fire of karma in his heart.

Originally, the cultivation base of the bookworm has long been without falling into reincarnation, without sadness and joy, but now he is already a weapon spirit, and his temperament fluctuates according to the master's mood. Protecting the master is the nature of all weapon spirits. It has nothing to do with the level of one's own cultivation.Now seeing that the master was almost killed by a sub-sacred weapon, how can the bookworm not be popular?

Time flies day by day, and I don't know how long it took. Liu Qiankun finally woke up slowly, turned over and sat up, only to hear a thud, and something fell on the ground, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be the ancient book, but the bookworm had disappeared where to go.

Standing up and waving his stiff arms, he didn’t feel anything unusual. The blood on his shoulders had dried up, and the hard piece made him uncomfortable, so he simply took it off, and walked toward the small road not far away shirtless. He ran to Xixi, but he just threw aside the ancient book that was regarded as the most precious by book lovers.

The cool stream water washed away the blood and grease, and I felt refreshed all over. The wound on the shoulder only left a scar the size of a copper coin, and I couldn't feel the pain anymore, so I simply ignored it and lay on my back on the grass, enjoying the Feel the pleasure of the cool breeze blowing on your face without getting cold.

"Master, bookworms are polite!" A calm and indifferent voice sounded from behind, it goes without saying that the bookworms must have arrived.

Liu Qiankun turned over and sat up, turned his head and saw the bookworm standing behind him with an indifferent face, his feet were not dusty, he was actually hovering behind him, and the ancient book had been taken by him at some point in his hand .

"Bookworm, how long have I been here?" Liu Qiankun was most concerned about this issue. It took him more than a year to comprehend the sword last time, but in the end he was ashamed like the Immortal Emperor Haotian.

"To tell the truth to the master, it has been more than a thousand days." The bookworm replied honestly, the most vicious part of the Naya artifact is not hurting the body, but it is attached to it with a rare soul poison in the god world. It is an ordinary sub-god in the God Realm who will explode and die in less than three moments.

Originally, a strong man like Liu Qiankun who has not yet completed his soul will disappear in a moment, but this guy is born with a crippled soul. In terms of cultivation, he doesn't even know what a soul is, but a soul Ordinary sub-gods are a little bit stronger, so that the bookworms have time to rescue them.

The ancient book in the hands of the bookworm is a chaotic spiritual treasure, which happens to be able to suppress this vicious god-world toxin, and it took a thousand days to get rid of the poison in his body. But he didn't know it, he just thought it was Nankeyimeng.

"What? Qianri..." Liu Qiankun jumped up from the ground, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he was speechless as he looked at the bookworm.

Three years, it took nearly five years in this chaotic cauldron... Maybe 5000 or 5 years is nothing to people in the Three Realms who have infinite lifespan, but it means nothing to Liu Qiankun. Life was about to come to an end... A strong sense of frustration welled up in his heart, and Liu Qiankun fell down on the grass with a plop.

"Victory or defeat is a common thing, the master doesn't need to be too concerned!" The bookworm couldn't understand the pain in Liu Qiankun's heart, and he comforted himself.

"Victory or defeat? If you can't defeat the Immortal Emperor Haotian and get back the second soul, I'm afraid you will change hands in three years!" Liu Qiankun had a bitter face, but he still couldn't help but reply.

"Oh?" This time, the bookworm was a little confused, looking at the master who bowed his head and said nothing with a puzzled face, and even temporarily put aside the Chaos Cauldron Tianjia who was about to speak.

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