Qing Ming

King Yu stood outside Suolong Cave. He knew in his heart that there was a knot between the red beard and Liu Qiankun. If he didn't untie it, it would become a dead knot. Of course, all this could only be done by himself. King Yu could do it. The only thing to do is wait.

The Suolong Cave was glowing red, but no heat could be felt.Liu Qiankun poured Chiran a large pot of water as usual, but this time the spout was not bitten off.

"I'm not your master, do you know?" Liu Qiankun said casually as he waved his hand and pulled the weeds out of his red beard and long hair.

"No, you are Emperor Qing, you are my master." Chiran shook his long unkempt hair and spoke almost in a growl.

This guy might have been full of water, and he roared full of energy, and he was no longer as hoarse as he was when he first came.

"Then you can talk about the characteristics of the man, or you can say that there is a birthmark on the buttocks. As long as you can come up with two reasons to convince the man, how about recognizing you as a cheap servant?" Liu Qiankun knew in his heart. This red beard has been sealed up, so it is naturally impossible to know what characteristics are on his body, the most important thing is to make him stop thinking now.

Chiran pondered for a while and said: "The master has three kinds of magic tricks in his life, the magic of seeing the gods, the magic of splitting the sky, and the magic of creation. Those who have obtained these three magic tricks will be our master's inheritance, not to mention the spiritual power used by Chiran. Created by the master, who in the world except my Qingdi's mansion can listen to the sound transmission of the red beard?" The words sounded plausible, but Liu Qiankun was dumbfounded.

"What is the art of spying on the gods?" Liu Qiankun was still a little unwilling to give up, and asked tentatively.

"It doesn't matter how high or low your cultivation is, and you can't hide what you think when you look at Emperor Qing." Chiran opened his mouth and answered, but Liu Qiankun was indeed more and more surprised as he listened.

"What's so special about supernatural powers?" Liu Qiankun still didn't give up, but he believed half of what Chiran said in his heart.

Chiran paused for a moment, then raised his head abruptly, flung his disheveled hair back, revealing a face like a knife-cut axe, with a pair of piercing tiger eyes staring at Liu Qiankun who was opposite him, and suddenly two eyes fell down. Tears came, but the tears did not stay on his dusty face, but fell to the ground with a thud.

"Master, Chiran has always used telepathy to talk to you, do you still doubt it?" Chiran's lips were tightly closed, but the trembling voice poured into Liu Qiankun's mind.

Liu Qiankun finally understood that he was the damn Qingdi, or a part of Qingdi, but in the eyes of the god kings, the name Qingdi was equivalent to some kind of taboo, and perhaps all he could do was find the answer from the red beard in front of him. up.

"Tell me, how can I save you." Liu Qiankun finally gritted his teeth and said.

The power behind the master who can have such a powerful servant is definitely far greater than the top ten gods. It is still unknown whether he will find the other three souls now, but if he wants to live well, he must find out who the Qing Emperor is. Where is the sacred.

"Break this Chaos Spirit Treasure, and the villain can restore his cultivation, what a mere God-locking chain." Chibean smiled proudly, and the dust that had accumulated for millions of years fell down piece by piece on his face.

"Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back. Let me try it once. If you accidentally cut off your head, don't scream." Liu Qiankun turned his hand and drew out the Qingming Sword to draw the big lock on Chibeard's neck.

"Master is ready to attack, Chiren's mind is not here, and the body will never fear any sword." The dialogue between Chiran and Liu Qiankun does not need to move, this is the secret technique created by Emperor Qing before his death. Except for the gods in the Qingdi Immortal Mansion, the other gods can't capture any sound no matter what their cultivation level is.

Clang!

There was a clear metal sound, and Liu Qiankun raised his sword and slashed on the Langhuan God Lock. The huge rebound force came from the sword, which made his jaw go numb for a while.

He fixed his eyes and saw that the big lock hanging on the red-bearded lute bone did not move at all. He was so shocked that he quickly picked up the Qingming Sword and looked at it carefully. Fortunately, the sword's edge was like autumn water without any damage, which also made him feel at ease. Come.

"Qiankun, it's not something ordinary magic soldiers can do to break this Langhuan God's lock, it needs to be effective with Chaos Lingbao soldiers." King Yu's deep voice suddenly sounded behind him, but Liu Qiankun was not surprised, because for the This adoptive father whom he had known for less than five days had a kind of trust from the bottom of his heart.

"Soldiers of Chaos Spirit Treasure?" Liu Qiankun turned his head to look at King Yu with a puzzled expression and asked, "Does father have any soldiers who can break through this divine lock?"

King Yu shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Although my father has a Chaos Spiritual Treasure in his hand, it can only be similar to this divine lock, and it is impossible to break this Langhuan divine lock."

The materials for refining Chaos Lingbao are the things that were born when the chaos first opened, and it contains the unique breath at the beginning of the chaos, which is called "chaos aura". The amount of 'chaos aura' is determined.In the God Realm, there are many gods who are proficient in refining weapons. It is difficult to refine a chaotic spiritual treasure after spending millions of years collecting materials containing "chaos aura".

Now the Chaos Spirit Treasures in the hands of the Ten Great God Kings are not refined by people in the God Realm, but obtained from the same place, so the grades are exactly the same and there is no distinction between which is better.

"Father, how is Qiankun's Chaos Spirit Treasure better than this god lock?" Liu Qiankun untied the Chaos Cauldron from his waist and handed it over. How many points?

King Yu stretched out his hand to take the Chaos Cauldron and looked it over carefully, the expression on his face also began to change slowly, from indifferent to puzzled to an unbelievable expression, the light in his eyes was as bright as the twinkling stars in the night sky.

"The 'chaos aura' contained in this cauldron is a little bit stronger than this divine lock, but unfortunately its shape is fixed, so it is not easy to break through the divine lock with this non-frontal object!" King Yu handed the chaotic cauldron back after finishing speaking. In the hands of Liu Qiankun.

King Yu was not wrong, if this Chaos Cauldron was used as a defensive object, even the Divine King's Weapon would be hard to harm it, but it is a pity that it is absolutely impossible to forcibly break through the Langhuan Divine Lock with this object.

With a shake of his hand, Liu Qiankun turned the Chaos Cauldron into a 'cucurbit silk' shape, inserted the Qingming Sword towards his side at will, stepped in front of Chiran, squatted down and held up the big lock, his face floated. With a wicked smile.

Since it is a lock, there must be a keyhole. As long as you can find a key that matches it, why do you have to use force to break it open?

I saw Liu Qiankun poking the sharp mouth of the gourd silk into the round hole in the lock, and with a thought, I heard a crisp sound, Lang Huan, who had been trapped for five million years with red beard, The god lock opened in response.

King Yu stared at all this with wide-eyed eyes. He never expected that his foster son could so easily unlock the Divine Lock of Langhuan, one of the top ten Chaos Spirit Treasures. All of this may only be attributed to God's will Two words.

"Lock, as long as you find the right key!" Liu Qiankun pulled out his 'cucurbit silk' mouth with a smile, and cast a proud 'wink' at the astonished adoptive father...