The little puppy was crying, and felt that something was pulling on his back, pulling a little fur, and he slid straight up. In the blink of an eye, it fell into the hands of the Taoist man in Tsing Yi. There was nothing he could do.

Her heart was even more depressed and worried.

If the strange power of the source of the ban is not unraveled, then I am afraid that I will starve to death in this sword burial.

What's more, this person has mastered the Heavenly Remnant Sword Stance, and has seized the Heavenly Remnant Immortal Sword, the deity is really willing to resist, unable to return to the sky!

"Senior, please come with me."

Zhang Yifan led the way, Yunsu's phantom body carried the little milk dog, walked a few steps forward and stepped into a small world.

This small world exists relying on the Heavenly Cancellation Immortal Sword. The straight and towering sacred mountain has collapsed, and the Heavenly Cancelled Immortal Sword hidden in it has been captured by Yunsu. At this time, although the small world has not been broken, it will not be able to support it for long.

But the ten-party lore battle left here, I don't know how many years it will take to dissipate naturally.

With Yunsu's cultivation and Taoism at this time, it can be broken, but it is time-consuming and laborious, and unnecessary. If the formation is broken with the Heavenly Remnant Immortal Sword, the movement will be too much.

The small world is not big, with a radius of about ten miles. There are countless broken soldiers and broken blades everywhere. There is a blank area in the middle. There is nothing in the two miles.

Close to the center, there are two ancient swords, covered with cobweb-like cracks, as if they would shatter at any time.

One of the four-foot long swords was Zhang Yifan's sword of life.

Zhang Yifan transformed into a streamer and merged into the sword, and then transformed into a person again, which was different from the body of the sword spirit just now. At this time, he was a real swordman.

The human and the sword are united and transformed into a sword.

"Sword slave Zhang Yifan, meet the master."

Zhang Yifan bowed to the ground, bowed respectfully, a strand of the sword intent of his life separated from him and floated over. Yunsu did not refuse, and accepted it directly. Only in this way can he truly accept Zhang Yifan as a slave.

Yunsu casually broke into another forbidden law based on divine consciousness, and attached it to him.

This forbidden method of divine consciousness is very strange. If the caster has an unruly plan against the caster, the caster will notice it.

If it is said that by destroying the Sword Intent of Life with a secret method, Zhang Yifan can be killed by following a set of rules like a maggot in the tarsus, then this forbidden method of divine consciousness is a slave lock that serves as a slave.

Zhang Yifan didn't take it seriously. The world of cultivators has always been full of dangers. He was not surprised that this senior who was able to understand Taoism had any means, nor did he resist in the slightest.

This is what you want, what you say and do.

At this moment, it's just a matter of course, no one will be surprised, except for the little puppy who is being carried with fur on his back, who is muttering beside him, looking at it with disgust.

Good you Zhang Yifan, it's been a hundred years, the deity beats you every day, and you don't want to recognize the deity as the master. Now you kneel down and worship, it's too shameless.

Yun Su got an ancient sword, and felt that the material was good, quite extraordinary, and it didn't break down completely.

Compared with Zhang Yifan's natal sword, this ancient sword did not fail. It was just that although the ancient sword was psychic, it did not produce a sword spirit.

Looking at the broken and defeated swords in front of him, countless broken blades, and the little puppy who was muttering, Yunsu mentioned it a little, put it in front of him, and said lightly:

"His business is over, what about you?"

"I...I'm fine..."

The little milk dog was agitated and asked what the deity was doing. This treacherous man wanted to harm the deity again.

"That's it."

Yunsu turned around and was about to leave, and the little milk dog was anxious when he saw it, he hesitated, and felt a little embarrassed to say what he wanted to say.

On the other hand, Zhang Yifan, watching it curled up there, couldn't bear it, and quickly persuaded:

"Fellow Daoist, don't you want to go with us? The outside world is very dangerous. After a while, the world of sword burial will collapse, and you will not even have a place to live. Why don't you make a pious request? senior?"

The little milk dog thought about it, too, although this hateful Taoist is stinky and hateful, but his Taoism and cultivation are unfathomable, plus he has comprehended the power of the Heavenly Remnant Sword, and has an immortal sword in his hand, at least for ten thousand years, Among the cultivators who dare to come to the sword burial, there is absolutely no one who can compete with this person.

Moreover, for the past 10,000 years, it has really had enough. For the past 9,900 years, it has been alone, still can't eat enough, has been hungry, and dreamed of going out when sleeping.

"Ben, I didn't say that I didn't want to go with you..."

The little milk dog murmured for a long time before he squeezed out such a sentence.

Zhang Yifan has been with this beast for a hundred years. Although he thinks it is hateful on weekdays, when it comes to parting, he also wants to see if he can take it away together. After all, this beast is extraordinary. Don't look at being imprisoned at this time. It's like a puppy, if it is fierce, a hundred of them can't suppress it, and its blood is noble. If it grows up in the future, I'm afraid it will be incredible.

Maybe, the seniors will use it.

He also saw that the senior and this little beast were both arrogant and arrogant.

"Senior, look..."

"My dojo is cramped, and there are many people coming and going. I'm afraid I can't afford it, so I don't dare to take in this great god. If I'm in a bad mood, I eat one or two people, how can I get it?"

Hearing the words, the little milk dog suddenly whispered: "Ben... I have never eaten human beings. If I eat one or two of what you are talking about, the real immortals, the big brothers in the demon, I won't be so hungry. Poor me, Every day I was so hungry that my chest was sticking to my back, so hungry that even my hair was messy, and there was no luster at all.

It's really abominable. It's all rumors from outsiders, saying that the mountain can eat people, but it's obvious that he came to the mountain by himself, died of greed, and was buried in the sword.

I swear by the beast soul of my life, this deity has never really eaten a cultivator who has opened spiritual wisdom. This deity is too disgusting.

If you're afraid of me eating people, it's a big deal. It's a big deal. Like him, I'll accept you as the master. "

"Since the junior entered the sword burial, he has indeed never seen this fellow daoist eat people. They all feed on beasts and livestock. I just don't know why when I saw the senior, it couldn't help but swallow it."

"Zhang Yifan, you stupid boy, you don't even know how to get off the horse. It's no wonder that you came to the mountain when you couldn't get along outside."

Zhang Yifan was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Yunsu naturally has a way to know whether it has eaten human beings, knowing that it is not lying, and does not continue to interrogate, just said:

"Even if you haven't eaten people, my dojo doesn't raise idlers and lazy beasts. Besides, I think you're good at talking, but you don't have much real skills, and it's not worth your trouble."

The more you listen to the little milk dog, the more wrong you are, you stinky daoist, I beg you not to, and you also dislike the low strength of this deity, you let me go, let's try to fight, in the words of your human race, if you can't eat you in one bite, Your aunt will take your last name from now on.

Of course, this is what I say in my stomach, and I absolutely dare not say it.

However, the Taoist in Tsing Yi did not delay. After speaking, he turned around and left, fearing that he would be ready to fight in the next moment. He was in a hurry and blurted out the biggest secret in his heart:

"Fellow Daoist, please stay, I am a descendant of a divine beast."

However, Yunsu didn't stop at all. He cast a spell and wrapped the nine children who were sleeping soundly on the stone bed in the corner, and took Zhang Yifan directly out of the small world.

The little milk dog was stunned, the identity of the descendant of the divine beast was worthless, so he left as soon as he said it, without discussing it at all?

At this time, it found that it could finally move. Although the mysterious seal was still in the source, it could move.

"Ow, I'm so **** off this deity."

The little puppy scratched his face in a hurry, but he couldn't bear it any longer. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he opened his mouth and sucked like a whale. There was nothing left, and then jumped out of the small world, running and shouting ~lightnovelpub.net~ Xianchang please stay, everything is easy to discuss. "

In front, Yunsu's phantom body took Zhang Yifan slowly up into the air, and was about to leave. The little puppy ran like crazy, and after a while, clouds formed under his feet, and he also rose into the air, chasing and shouting:

"Xianchang, your dojo still lacks a gatekeeper. I'm so fierce that I'm afraid even myself. It's the most suitable for guarding the dojo."

In my heart, I thought that this person's future is bound to have unlimited future. Instead of walking alone in this evil and stupid big world and being hunted down by countless cultivation forces, it is better to be with a powerful master. Besides, how many races are there in the bloodline memory? They also rely on powerful monks or ancient immortals.

This deity knows so many secrets of this person. That day, Can Jian Shi and Tian Can Xian Jian Ren were both earth-shattering treasures. Lord, he turned around and killed the deity in a while, wouldn't it be a great disaster.

In the past 10,000 years, numerous practitioners, martial artists, and even people from secular dynasties have come to the mountains. They have already seen too many killings and too many conspiracies.

A mortal who has lived for ten thousand years is afraid that he would want to die a long time ago. The deity is not yet an adult, and he has not lived enough at all, and the blood of the divine beast has not awakened. It would be a pity to die.

Yun Su stopped when he heard the words.

"Is this true?"

"The descendant of this divine beast, you keep your word. Well, I'll give it to you."

The little puppy opened his mouth and spit out a multicolored light group. It was a trace of the soul of the beast. Yunsu stretched out his hand to hold it, and he sensed the power of a oath of rules. Holding this thing, the restraint on it was life and death. between.

Immediately, it became clear in his heart that this fierce little puppy actually recognized himself as the master and handed over the soul of the beast.

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