Tales of Herding Gods

In the hall, the fox lingering on the back of the dragon unicorn did not move, secretly opened his eyes and saw a personal head rolling down.

This scene is very strange, obviously no enemies, but these strong people in the realm of heaven and humans will die as soon as they step into this yard!

Others, such as the enemy, a heavenly world to drink, swords like a frost, silver cream wrapped around the body, slowly walked into the yard, eyes alert, four sweeps.

His swordsmanship is fierce, and countless swords are swimming around the body, as if a small fish is very incomparable, and he swims around him cheerfully.

He took a passive defensive play, thousands of small swordfish around the swimming, there is his incomparable repair, as long as encountering hostility will immediately counterattack, giving each other a fatal blow!

He is also a last resort. The enemy has no way to go without a trace. It is impossible to see where the enemy is. How to shoot, there are so many powerful people in the realm of heaven and soul, it is really strange to the extreme.

He did not encounter any danger, but he still did not dare to relax his vigilance. He slowly moved to walk to the hall where Qin Mu and others slept. Then he saw the painting hanging in front of the church.

Qin Mu ordered a candle in front of the painting to illuminate the painting.

The painting depicts the back of a middle-aged man carrying a sword. The middle-aged man’s face is coming over and seems to be looking at the painter with the light of his eyes.

The lingering light of his eyes revealed a terrifying killing.

This glimpse was captured by the painter and turned into this painting.

Although there is only this middle-aged man in the painting, it gives the impression that there is infinite information in this painting and it is not drawn. This information is hidden in the blank space of the painting.

It was just the end of a terrorist campaign. The bodies of countless strong men fell down at the feet of this middle-aged man. The bodies of the **** seas floated, the bones were stained with blood, and the colors were different. The souls of countless swords were yin. Take it, pull it into the darkness.

In the dark world, the demon gods with two long horns are holding a festive feast to celebrate the souls of these powerful people as his guests and food.

This is the hidden message in this painting!

In the yard, the master of the realm of the day saw the painting and the person in the painting, suddenly stunned and saw that his head was slipping from his neck. He felt that everything had become so slow, he seemed to be slow. Fall into the darkness without any light, more and more indulgent, endless, never falling to the bottom of the darkness.

Boom.

His head landed and rolled for two weeks, and his eyes were still rounded.

Suddenly, a big hand came over and grabbed his head.

There were nine people outside the yard, and there was a frightened standing there. Only the white-browed old man Qingshan Dao was still calm, that is, he grabbed the head of the heavenly realm.

He is also the only master of the world of life and death.

The Qingshan Taoist looked at the eyes of the master of the heavenly realm and spit out a sigh of gas: "Good sword."

The other eight people rushed to see it, and trembled: "What did the Qingshan predecessors find?"

"Look at his eyes."

These eight people have come together and saw that there is a sword light in the left and right eyes of the master of the heavenly realm. This sword seems to be stabbing in the face, and then the next moment, the master's life is ended!

The Qingshan Dao people lifted this head and headed toward the dormitory where Qin Mu and others slept, saying: "The sword is from there. What is there?"

He slowly moved his body, slowly looking for angles, then saw the light swaying by the candle, then saw the corner of the painting, saying: "It's a painting. I saw the corner of the painting..."

“Why do you have to worry so much about the Qingshan predecessors? Is it not possible to directly destroy the house and the people in the house?”

A strong man in the realm of heaven and earth suddenly shot, the sword pill vacated, the sword in the sword is like a pillar, whistling to the house where Qin Mu and others are located!

The sword column is very large, and everything that has passed is broken by the rotating sword light!

The sword-shaped sword created by Yankang Guoshi!

Yankang Guoshi is not a private person. Many of the swords that have been created have been circulated. The swordsmen on the rivers and lakes also have many people who practice the swordsmanship of the country. The one who shoots is one of them!

His accomplishments in the sword-like style are still above many people.

This sword is majestic. If you sweep the Zhongtang House, it will inevitably twist everything in the hall into a powder, no longer exist, whether it is the Qin Mu in the house or the Heavenly Devil or the Dragon Unicorn, will be crushed!

"Don't kill the painting!"

The face of Qingshan Road has changed greatly, and it is too late to stop.

I saw this sword column as if suddenly encountered invisible barriers, standing still in the air, and then the sword column collapsed, and then a smashed sword pill exploded.

The strong man who had just sent out the sword had a red mark, and a drop of blood flowed out of the red mark, then swayed and fell to the ground.

"Be careful!" Qingshan Taoist sighed.

His momentum broke out, and there were six roars in his body, but it was the six great gods of the spirits, the five hexagrams, the six hexagrams, the seven stars, the heavenly people, and the life and death.

Around him, a strong man who respects the realm of heaven and earth can't stand, and he is forced to retreat by his mighty momentum.

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Behind the Qingshan Road, the devil's illusion emerges, and the dragon's body is like a god, and half of the body is in the void, and half of the body is stepping into reality.

Qingshan Dao people grabbed a mirror in their hands and stared nervously at the room where Qin Mu and others were sleeping. The voice was hoarse and sullen: "You are not ready to fight? Do you die?"

At this time, Qin Mu, who was pretending to be in the hall, blinked his eyes and saw a figure floating behind him from behind him. He could only see the back of a middle-aged man, which was pulled long by candlelight.

The middle-aged man who came down from the painting was long and thin, carrying a sword, very quiet, like a spirit without flesh, drifting into the yard.

The figure looked up at the sky, pulled out the sword on the back, the sword danced low, the sword light, the dragon dance.

"A sword opens the blood of the emperor, the mountains and rivers are in the heart, and the heart is lingering, so the country is no longer a bunch of old clothes..."

Qin Mu did not dare to move, only to feel that there was a sharp sword and sword in the sky, and he was walking around in his own time and wandering in time and space.

He closed his eyes, but there was a sword light that flashed through the darkness in front of him, tearing the darkness.

He heard the sound of the sword breaking in his ear, very urgent, very short.

He opened his eyes, and there were criss-crossing swords everywhere in front of him. There was another anger and anger outside the yard, and there were horrible fluctuations. In the dark night, other houses in this small village flew into the sky. The air collapsed and shattered.

Qin Mu’s heart beats and jumps: “My grandfather gave a soul, and gave the village’s chief of the painting a soul...”

Suddenly, all the sounds and rays disappeared, and the low-pitched songs disappeared.

Qin Mu’s eyes were half-closed and half-closed, and a faintly seen figure came and walked to him, seeming to return to the painting behind him. Suddenly, the figure collapsed and became a pool of ink falling on the ground.

Qin Mu stayed, and hurriedly opened his eyes, carefully looking back and saw the painting hanging on the wall turned into a blank sheet of paper.

The lights are swaying and the surroundings are silent.

Qin Mu spit out a sigh of gas, and Fox Ling opened his eyes and whispered: "The son..."

"It's safe now, sleep."

Qin Mudao: "There is still a long way to go to the mountain tomorrow."

Fox Linger buried himself, and Qin Mu also lie down and looked at the white paper behind the candlelight, and his heart was quiet.

On the second day, Qin Mu woke up and got up and came to the yard. I saw that the small village last night had turned into a white land. Other houses had disappeared, leaving only half of them, and the walls collapsed. Most of the time, the east house fell halfway, and the roof of the Westinghouse was gone.

Qin Mu washed some time, set up the pot to make breakfast, Fox Linger made the organs of the Heavenly Devil King, and ran out with the Devil King, the Fox Linger screamed.

Long Qilin woke up in confusion, went out to look at it, yawned, licked his paws, washed his face with wet paws, curiously said: "Where are we going? Where did the village yesterday go? ...Teach the Lord, have you started to have breakfast? Today, my red fire, can you sprinkle a little bit? I want to change the taste..."

Qin Mu grabbed some sorrows and took half a bucket of red fire and sprinkled it.

Long Qilin looked down at the food in front of him and raised his head and wondered: "There is only half a bucket."

Qin Muqi said: "You are almost fat now, you can't run, half a bucket is enough!"

Long Qilin said: "When I was a long-body, you were deducting food, I would not grow up..."

"You still have a long body?"

Qin Mu was furious and tried to pinch the meat on his belly and found that he couldn’t move it at all: "You are not a long body, it is a long meat. You can pinch it yourself to see if you can pinch a pleat!"

Long Qilin also stretched out his claws and pinched it. He found that he couldn’t move it. He said: "I can drink cold water and grow my body..."

Fox Linger ran over, airway: "Dragon fat, you will drink cold water in the future!"

Long Qilin quickly protected the red fire in front of him, and smiled and said: "I am not afraid of being hungry. I always want to eat more. Half a bucket is half a bucket, no more, or you really have to be hungry." Head up."

The Heavenly Devil came and saw Qin Mu had enough to eat and drink. He took the painting with only white paper in front of the hall and said: "Is this painting painted by your family?"

Qin Mu nodded.

The Devil of Heaven is silent for a moment, saying: "The people in the painting are also your grown-ups?"

Qin Mu put the drawing shaft into the pocket and nodded again.

All the kings said: "I am not afraid of them. However, it is not a way for you to lock me in this demon statue. It is better for you to unlock the seal. My consciousness leaves your world, returns to the heavens, and no longer sets foot on this place. ?"

Qin Mu is not allowed, said: "Linger, eat faster, let's continue to hurry."

The king of the sky is big.

After the Fox Linger was full, Qin Mu went to help wash the dishes, took the washed dishes into the bag, and looked at the surplus in the bag. He said: "You can support the big market. Devil, go Let's go."

The Emperor of Heaven is coming up and said, "I am not afraid of them. I am coming, no one is afraid..."

The mountains of the gods have not been known for many thousand miles. Qin Mu and others came to the foot of the mountain. I saw that the mountain range is steep and steep, and the spirits are difficult to climb.

Qin Mu took out the Yankang geographical map and searched it carefully. He laughed: "The Kulingling Gorge is not far from here. Let's go!"

As I said, suddenly the clouds in the sky split open, and a red giant snake poked its head out of the clouds. The mouth sprayed a fire, and the clouds were burned out, and the golden insects flew from the cracked clouds. Out, flying around, there are a few bugs flying to this side.