It was a baby boy, about two feet long, with a split head, wearing a white suit, like a village cadre at a wedding, with eyes closed. There was somehow a long time ago. Newly married, with children at home, relatives and friends who do n’t know what to send, they bring such a person as a gift.

It seems to be very vicissitudes. In terms of age, this should also be a "people to middle-aged" baby.

The male baby's plastic eyes rolled with its movements, and there seemed to be light in it. He wanted to run and was caught by Yan Qiushan deadly. The doll twitched her limbs, and suddenly it was motionless, as if something controlling it had run away.

Sheng Lingyuan's gaze fell on the doll, thinking, "Huh? A heartworm?"

He did n’t know who Yan Qiushan was on, even if Dao Ling Zhichun had been thundered in front of him, 108 swords were totally damaged, he also stubbornly believed that Dao Ling was still hovering in the world. For some reason, he refused to show up. That's why he deliberately leaked his whereabouts on the way back, deliberately put himself in danger, and wanted to "force" Zhichun Daoling out of it.

"Naughty." His Majesty sighed.

Someone disturbed the situation. The big snake on the ground spouted a thick mist to cover it, while the two puppets drilled into the surrounding trees, using the crown as a shield, to avoid attacks from the sky. Alas.

The blasting bomb aimed at his head, Xuan Xun fiercely turned to one side, and Sheng Lingyuan's wings were miraculously kept level all the time. He was extremely stable and guaranteed to let His Majesty drink tea on his wings.

Dodging one bomb, he raised his hand and pinched another. The blasting bomb hit resistance and immediately exploded. As soon as a small spark burst, it was swallowed by a fireball in his palm. It exploded in the fireball and blew the size of the fireball from the shot to a basketball. Pushed back: "Give you back!"

"Boom", the fireball hit the snake's head, burned from the beginning to the end, the sparks bounced on the skeleton, it looks pretty good.

Wang Ze seized the rhythm this time. Two buckets were hanging on the tail of his locomotive. The clear water was pumped into the air by him, and it was artificially sprayed into water mist. He was like a high-powered humidifier, and small drops of water rolled around him. When he went out, he was covered with dark smoke and serpentine mist, and it rained a muddy spot in a local area.

Xuan Yuan said "Axi" and flew a little bit higher in disgust, feeling that these rivers are really not particular.

Sheng Lingyuan didn't bother to intervene, letting the two people who were intolerant to each other hustle.

He looked at Yan Qiushan and felt pitiful but annoyed. Sheng Lingyuan has seen too many people, too many human natures in his whole life, average good and average evil. In his eyes, he is not likely to have waves, and he is rarely bored with anything.

Sheng Lingyuan knew that he was upset with Yan Qiushan for nothing else, because the poor and unrelenting kind of this man brought back things he didn't want to remember.

He had heard of some people who had broken their hands and feet. Some parts of their bodies were clearly gone, and they would often tingle after many years, as if the broken limbs were still there. Maybe the sword spirit and the sword holder are close to a certain degree, so it will be. Even if the sword itself is gone, there is always an illusion, as if the spirit is still around, but it is invisible to him.

Yan Qiushan is like this.

So is he.

After the Tianjian Sword failed to repair, he once held Weiyun in the Duling Palace, drawing blood from his chest every month, forcing Weiyun to try again and again.

The forcibly continued Heaven Demon Sword still had sympathy with him, but there was no longer a silly little sword spirit in it, and he arrogantly isolated his pain. Every time an iron sword is thrown into a sword furnace, he can truly know what it means to be “honed.” He looks forward to capturing a familiar breath, sometimes just empty torture, and sometimes hallucinations, as if there is a personal tightness. Hold him ground, hands like iron ...

Of course, this is just the trance caused by pain. If his unpromising sword spirit is still there, I don't know what kind of bear is crying, he will certainly not say this.

And this illusion was like a sweet spot, constantly seducing him-once again ... in case?

They turned him into a sad gambler.

Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand and pinched a feather that floated down from Xuan Yuan. His wrist turned over, and the feather swooped down like an arrow. It just nailed a puppet that was close to Yan Qiushan from behind, nailed in from its Tianling cover, and pierced through his forehead .

When the feather encountered wood, such as dry wood, it caught fire, and the puppet screamed, jumping in the flames.

"Ah, Your Majesty ..."

"People fall in love with the sword, it's ridiculous." Sheng Lingyuan said, holding his arms and chest, and said, "Do you plan to let him hang on like this?"

Xuan Yuan flew steadily and was almost hit by a blast.

Xuan Yuan's voice seemed to be air-dried: "Where is it ridiculous?"

Sheng Lingyuan's tone was like a stubborn feudal tumor. He said, "It's not good."

People who are not from our ethnic group are fascinated. People call it "passionate" and call it "don't love rivers and mountains and beauty".

Doing everything for a sword, people will only say that he is crazy.

"Unrighteous."

What if we could live this life?

What if those muscles are really serious?

** Where the fetus ends up in the loess, leave a sword in place forever. If you ca n’t grow up together, how can you grow old?

"Not fun."

The instrumental spirits are forcibly imprisoned in the utensils by external forces. People are not people, ghosts and ghosts, and they do not experience the pain of the "forged sword." what. Sometimes he dreams, dreaming of his sword spirit saying coldly, "let me go", he is very happy when he dreams back, because he can indulge his fantasy on this, imagine his heavenly sword spirit is alive. I just got rid of the blade and I was free.

No wonder he refuses to come back and be bound. In this way of thinking, the unconscienceless little sword spirit could not explain to him, and it would make sense.

He managed to lie to him so successfully, with a little comfort, that he could sleep in the lingering fragrance of the night after midnight.

If Zhichun Ling is still alive ... Sheng Lingyuan looks at Yan Qiushan, who is on the limbs and is embarrassed, thinking, "I don't think I will be flattered when I see this man trying to put himself back in the sword."

"It's too ugly ..." Sheng Lingyuan didn't finish the last sentence. Xuan Yuan finally seemed to be intolerable, sinking down and shoving him off his back.

Then Xuanyuan turned around in the air, caught Sheng Lingyuan who was free-falling, held him down from the sky, and as soon as he landed, he pushed the man in his arms coldly.

Kneeling down, he reached out and pressed to the ground.

A flame-shaped totem rose from his eyebrows and under his feet, rolled in all directions, and Xuanyuan's face was sinking with one hand like water, and the dazzling light jumped from his fingertips.

Wang Zexian was terrified, and suddenly felt that the man in front of him was strange, like a distant demon.

I only heard a crackling sound, as if someone was scratching a small match, the horrible temperature spread, crossed Wang Ze and Yan Qiushan, and burned along the flame totem.

Several puppets hiding in Tibet jumped out of the trees at the same time, turned into a group of firemen, and turned into ashes in an instant.

There is no Mars on the surrounding vegetation!

Wang Ze fought a chill ... He remembered that last time in Dongchuan, Xuan Yuan was still afraid of being chased by Alozin because he did not dare to set fire in the woods.

When is this long skill point?

The drastic temperature difference caused the stagnant air to flow and the wind was sooty. Wang Ze felt as if he had seen a roll of white smoke entering Xuanyuan's temple. Wang Ze closed his eyes and flung his head, and there was nothing in front of him.

The forest was as dead as death, and he could only hear the gasp of Yan Qiushan's broken bellows. He was unconscious, still holding the doll tightly in his hands, in the dust, and the other three people's six eyes were concentrated. That doll.

"The Yan team said ..." Wang Ze hesitated, and carefully looked at Xuan Yuan like a check, "This can lead to Zhichun, let me cooperate, I cooperate, but ..."

"But he doesn't know where the evil spirits are?" Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand, and a dark mist just opened Yan Qiushan's hand and hung the puppet doll.

Yan Qiushan's eyes cleared instantly, struggling to make a sob, but still couldn't get up.

Sheng Lingyuan tied the doll with black flowers over black mist, stretched out his hand's eyebrows a little, and the yellowed rubber skin cracked. Wang Ze was so frightened that Yan Qiushan opened his eyes and eyes without knowing where the strength came from. Not in focus, she has propped herself up and crawled towards the doll.

Wang Ze quickly ran over: "Swallow team, don't move around!"

"Take a break." Sheng Lingyuan didn't look at him, and said rudely, "This is just a penguin, the belongings have already run away."

He only heard the "click", the baby's face was split into two by him, his head cracked, and a small wooden sign hung inside. Sheng Lingyuan beckoned, and the wooden sign fell into his palm, and sure enough, there was a mantra on it.

However, Sheng Lingyuan saw the wooden sign clearly, and his careless expression suddenly solidified.

"Jin Wu Yumu ..."

The golden ebony wood is the earliest type of sacred tree for alpine tribute. The whole body is dark, and the angle is changed in daylight. It has a piece of fine gold silk on it, which is named after its texture like feathers. This kind of wood is extremely hard, water and fire do not invade, can recognize the Lord, and can be engraved with some mantras that can not bear the iron.

According to legend, this kind of wood grows in the deep sea, and it needs to be carefully irrigated with songs by the people. After thousands of years, the mood is a little bit longer. After the people were destroyed, there is no more Jinwu Yumu in the world. Dedicated to Terrans.

Sheng Lingyuan used a section to make the scabbard of the demon, which was later destroyed with the sword body. Only the leftovers were left out, and a death token was made, with a strong protective spell, which was carved by Sheng Lingyuan himself, and could block his full blow when he was angry. He gave two in total, one for the prince ... the other was in Weiyun.

The wooden sign was not rotten for thousands of years. On one side, it was carved a row of naive Caesar curse, and on the other side was the "exemption spell" that he left behind, which was exactly the one he gave to Weiyun.

The original owner is dead, but the spell has not expired, and the sharp handwriting has not faded at all.

Why is Weiyun's anti-death card here?

Jin Wuyu acknowledged the master. Unless the original owner gave it to others, the wood would rather destroy itself and leave no trace of others-that is, Weiyun gave the wooden sign to the engraving before his death. Cursed man.

who is it? Was the mysterious blade he finally practiced?

No ... Zhichun is dead, how could she still use the heartwood to control the puppet?

Blade Spirit cannot die like that, impossible ...

There seemed to be a terrifying truth hidden in it. Sheng Lingyuan didn't dare touch it, and the fear he hadn't experienced for more than 3,000 years immediately swept away. He stared motionlessly at the wooden sign and used the expression on his face. It didn't leak, it became a stone.

To outsiders, however, he just looked down at a wooden sign in a daze.

"That ..." Wang Ze asked Yan Qiushan to lean against a tree, and stretched his neck. "What the **** are we, let's pass it on?"

Sheng Lingyuan didn't say anything or objected. Wang Ze held the lanyard on the wooden sign and took the wooden sign away from him in such a bold manner: "Oh, I failed the spell test. Director Xuan, this What's written on it ... Well, what's your situation, can't the magical power be returned? It's weird. "

Xuan Yuan's eyebrow flame was still there, and even the outer circle of the eyeball iris seemed to be inlaid with a layer of flame-colored edges.

Untimely memories floated in his mind, and it was almost impossible to concentrate. For a while, the evil spirit belonging to the Heavenly Sword that was born of blood in the melee was leaked out.

Jin Wuyumu, the piece that Master Weiyun hung around his waist, Xuanyuan remembered-he remembered this token, and as Weiyun grabbed his head with his head, Jinwu Yumu hit the ground of Duling Palace On the slate, Qingyue is like a bird singing.

"Your Majesty, the slave is incompetent, you have taken the slave's first level, you can't try again! You can't do this anymore!" Weiyun lifted his death token and held it high above his head, "Heaven Sword Repair ... ... "

"Go out," Sheng Lingyuan said dumbly between the tents of the bed room.

"Hmm ..." Before Weiyun re-opened, a **** hand protruded from the heavy bed mantle, swinging slightly, Weiyun was immediately rolled out of the palace.

Xuan Yuan saw **** tooth marks on his hand, and his extremely clean nails on his five fingers were almost completely broken.

Shocked, Xuanyuan remembered being around the man, stopping him, begging him, angering him, and even shouting in his ears, "You just want to keep me in the sword? Your Majesty? You can do it, let me go! "

However, Ling Yuan couldn't hear it.

He was exhausted, and in the end he could only tightly ... tightly hold in his arms those he would never meet again.

Xuan Yuan almost dared not to look back, and frowned hard. He reached out to take it from Wang Ze, put it back into the doll's head, and said, "Come out."

The doll didn't move.

The invisible pressure spread out from Xuan Yuan. It was the sword spirit that cut off the head of the demon king. Even if it was hidden for three thousand years in Abyss, it was still scary. Xuan Yuan closed the crack on the baby's head with expressionless expression: " Don't hide, Dao Ling, I feel you. "

For a long while, the dead doll twitched, and the plastic eyes came back to life.

Wang Ze was stunned and stunned: "Knife ... Blade Spirit? You really know Chun ... No, not a ghost in the dead ... Yeah, no? No, you don't have to laugh at me, let's keep our faces blank Just look. "

"I've always wondered who knew who stole the sword," Xuan Yuan said. "Is the person stealing the sword to repair the broken knife? But according to my little common sense, at least all the repairs must be done. Everyone knows that because the old Xiao released water, in addition to the 60th floor of the General Administration, there was a fragment on the Yan team. It was easier for him to take things by himself than to sneak into the General Administration. Why not People move him? "

Wang Ze asked wryly, "Yeah, why?"

"Besides the stolen knife, in addition to repairing the broken knife, it may be to stop us from finding the whole knife." Xuan Yuan said slowly, "At sea, you said that you recovered a little consciousness about a month ago and came to Tomb of Prince Takayama, felt his sword body, carved the gloomy ritual to summon King Weiyu, what did you use for the carving? The sword spirit is an instrumental spirit. Can't touch anything in this world. "

Sheng Lingyuan raised his head violently and heard the sentence "The soul will not feel your existence", and his eyelashes trembled as if overwhelmed.

"You are using the ancient witch mystic macaroni," Xuan Yuan continued, "The Yan team is too close to you, he can vaguely feel the traces you leave. Unfortunately, Tongxin The grass has been lost, and the mother-in-law did not know where to learn a bit of fur from the macaroni, and used it to manipulate the puppet, so that the Yan team felt a similar breath from the puppet girl and mistakenly thought you and the mother-in-law What's the connection over here? Let's make it clear, Zhichun, this time in order to see you, he invited her mother-in-law to kill herself, and next time she may not be able to do anything. "

Wang Ze pulled out a first-aid kit from his locomotive and fed Yan Qiushan with a bit of saline. He was clumsy and almost choked Yan team. Yan Qiushan coughed depressively. Zhichun attached to the doll walked towards him subconsciously. After a few steps, I stopped still.

"The macaroni is ... left by my 'father'." It took a long time for the voice to come out of the doll.

"Your father is ..."

"My forge." Zhichun said, "The prince of the mountain Weiyun, I was born on his body, his father left a suicide note and a wooden sign, saying that this kind of anti-natural spirit is different from others. One day the body is broken, I may not die, so let me leave the macaroni curse with Jinwuyumu, just in case. The macaroni curse has been hidden with me before because it is ominous, so I did not share it with others It was said that I did n’t put it on ... until I was infected by the sea virus and felt that I was running out of time ... A piece of ornaments in Akiyama ’s house. This was left by his deceased mother and should not be easily lost. Broken, I've been confused for three years, I have no consciousness, and I didn't remember it until a month ago ... "

Sheng Lingyuan was suddenly interrupted, and the speed of his speech was almost not like him: "What is the instrumental spirit born against the sky? What is the difference between you and other instrumental spirits?"