"Little bastard, Mr. Dog will give you another chance to confess and be lenient but resist being stern. You won't be able to get out!"
The big black dog grabbed a handful of pills and stood in front of the little white turtle.
"Tch, Mr. Turtle is scared, so feel free to use whatever means you can. If Mr. Turtle frowns, then he is not your grandpa!"
In terms of temperament, the little white turtle is similar to the big black dog. They know each other too well, so how can they be fooled.
"How dare you take advantage of Master Gou? You asked for it!"
The big black dog was heartbroken, took out the Spicy Pill, crushed it with runes, and pressed it against the small holes in the little white turtle's body.
"Hey, don't forget that Mr. Turtle is a turtle, and we have the secret method of turtle breath!"
After the little white turtle finished speaking, there was no sound from his body, as if he was really dead.
"It's your uncle's damn thing!"
The big black dog got angry and took out an ax as big as a door panel from the storage ring. He stood up, carried it and hacked at the turtle shell.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The degree of lightening of the turtle shell is just like what the little white turtle said, it is hard to be damaged by a knife or axe.
"This damn dog is usually smarter than anyone else, but he met his nemesis today!"
Mu Qing touched his chin and watched the big black dog tossing with interest.
"Since I've known Mr. Dog, except for the guy from the Psychedelic Sea, I've never seen him be angry with anyone. This little bastard is quite capable!" said the little boy.
Except for Mu Qing, everyone else suddenly woke up after hearing what the little boy said.
The big black dog said before that he had been searching for the little white turtle for thousands of years, which means that the big black dog knew the little white turtle before he was sealed.
Back then, it was the pet of Earth Master Jiang Taichu. This little white turtle was able to plot against it. Doesn't that mean that this little white turtle has a good background?
"It seems that there is a secret in the little bastard!"
While talking, Mu Qing came to the side of the big black dog and knocked away the giant ax in its claws with one finger: "You want to take revenge like this?"
Whoosh!
After Mu Qing finished speaking, he raised his hand and sucked the little white turtle into his palm.
Buzz!
The field originally arranged around it immediately shrank, and finally gathered on Mu Qing's small palm.
In such a small space, the little white turtle can hardly fly unless it is a great demon of the Eight Realms.
Whoosh!
As Mu Qing thought, the Burning Sky Demon Flame surged out, like a tiny evil dragon, swallowing up the little white turtle in an instant.
"Why no response?"
The big black dog is a little anxious.
"It's holding on!" Mu Qing said with a smile.
Sure enough, the little white turtle could hold on at first, but within ten breaths, its shell began to tremble.
"Wow, it's so spicy!"
As soon as the little white turtle succeeded, under the steaming of the Burning Sky Demonic Flame, the medicinal properties of the Spicy Pills penetrated through its pores.
"Haha, little bastard, aren't you very arrogant?"
The big black dog suddenly became excited when he saw the little white turtle deflated. He took out a Xiangtian Dan and tried to throw it in, but was kicked away by Mu Qing.
"Damn dog, you want to stink us to death!"
"That's right!"
The big black dog got up feeling a little guilty and began to think about what medicine to use.
"You beasts and devils, what the hell kind of elixir is this? It's so damn hot to Master Turtle. Give me the antidote! No, give me a ceasefire!"
The little white turtle has actually given up, but he is still so stubborn.
"The antidote is here!"
After the big black dog finished speaking, he directly threw in a Ghost Crying Pill.
A few breaths later, the little white turtle's pitiful cry came out from the flames: "Oh! - Mangy dog, you motherfucker will not die!"
"Master Gou wants you to be tough. This is the Ghost Crying Pill. If there is no antidote, you will have to cry for three days and three nights before you stop. You cry slowly!"
The big black dog sat cross-legged on the ground, as if listening to sweet songs, enjoying it very much.
Mu Qing directly took back the Burning Sky Demonic Flame and threw the field where the little white turtle was trapped to it.
Now the big black dog is already a spiritual master. Although he still cannot set up a mysterious master-level field, he can still manage it.
"It's up to you how to deal with it. It's best to make it say something valuable!" Mu Qing said in a low voice.
"Hey, don't forget what Master Gou does. We are good at this!"
The big black dog patted its chest confidently.
"Let it take revenge, let's continue drinking!"
That night, Mu Qing and the others ate half of a bear's paw, drank hundreds of jars of fine wine, and emptied all the fine wine in his storage ring.
"Brother Mu, you are so generous. As my friend, I have decided to let you know if anything happens in the future. Brother, I will never say anything!"
Xiang Kui held the jar with one hand and put his arm around Mu Qing's shoulder and said.
"Drink your bar and help me. That boy Qu Huan is vicious and vicious. You should be more careful about him!" Mu Qing reminded.
"No matter what kind of poisonous snake he is, I will subjugate him ten times with my strength. If he dares to trick me, I will beat his butt into eight petals!"
After Xiang Kui finished speaking, he took out his huge mace.
"This weapon of yours is not simple!"
Mu Qing looked at this ancient weapon and felt a vast aura from it.
"Of course, this is the ancestral weapon of our Northern Barbarian Sacred Mountain. My ancestor said that this weapon is suitable for me, so he directly took it from the ancestral temple and gave it to me!" Xiang Kui said proudly.
The ancestral artifact has always been enshrined in the ancestral temple. Other disciples did not even touch it, but the ancestor gave it to him directly.
This kind of glory is said to have only appeared once in the history of the Beiman Sacred Mountain, and it was tens of thousands of years ago.
After the guests and hosts had enjoyed themselves, Mu Qing stood on the cliff, blowing the cool breeze, and looked quietly into the distance.
"What are you thinking about?"
Lin Xi came to his side.
"I'm calculating my strength and heritage to see how close I am to saving my sister and Mengmeng!"
Mu Wanqing and Lin Mengmeng have always been a thorn in Mu Qing's heart. The day they stay in Tianmo Mountain makes Mu Qing miserable.
"The Heavenly Demon is so powerful. Back then, the Patriarch and Senior Jiang Taichu could only seal him. We have to consider this matter in the long run." Lin Xi looked at Mu Qing with a little worry.
Although Mu Qing is very powerful after being completely demonized, and can even fight at the top of the Seventh Realm, it is too dangerous. If she hadn't taken the source-replenishing pill and woke up in time last time, Mu Qing would have fallen into the devil's path.
"Now I am at the seventh level of True Yuan, the fifth level of Burning Sky Demonic Flame, and my Dragon Seeking Technique is close to the quasi-earth master level. If I break through the divine movement and enter the middle fifth level, coupled with the cute little girl from the Virtual God Realm, I should not be afraid of the eighth level!
"
Mu Qing counted with his fingers.
"Five thousand years have passed, how do you know that the demon has not made another breakthrough?"
Lin Xi held Mu Qing's hand and looked at him a little distressed.
"I understand, our skills complement each other, let's practice together!"
"Um!"
While talking, the two of them sat down cross-legged on the cliff.
Mu Qing was right. The Qingmu Divine Art and the Immortal Spirit Divine Art were like a natural pair. They were a perfect match and complemented each other perfectly. When they practiced together, their speed doubled.
"Xi'er, was it really your ancestor who created the Immortal Spirit Art on the basis of the Qingmu Art?" Mu Qing asked through his mind.
"Well, I heard from Grandma Taishang that this was what the fairy tree told her."
Lin Xi said doubtfully, she didn't understand why Mu Qing suddenly asked this.
"This is wrong. I heard from my ancestor that the Green Wood Divine Technique was passed down from the Wood Spirit Clan and is the original technique of the seven primitive races. No matter how powerful your ancestor is, her cultivation is limited by the Yuanling Continent. She cannot create it.
It’s right to develop a technique that can rival Qingmu’s magical technique!" Mu Qing said.
"You mean...the technique wasn't created by our ancestors?"
Lin Xi was not angry because of Mu Qing's suspicion, because she knew that Mu Qing would never belittle the fairy clan.