Just when the girl's momentum was rising, a red figure flashed in from the door. The red-haired and red-faced figure was none other than the Fire God Zhuhe.
"The sword spirit must not make mistakes, and must not do anything to hinder the master!" Zhu He shouted like a thunderbolt, looking directly at the girl standing with the sword in his eyes.
The girl was stunned by the loud shout. She hurriedly turned to look at her father aside. She saw Liu Qiankun's eyes were completely red, with a look of pain on his face, and his clenched steel teeth seemed to choose someone to devour.
A trace of blood slowly flowed out...
The girl flicked her jade arm, and the Qing Ming Sword came out of her hand, turning into a startling rainbow and piercing the wall, and she immediately jumped into Liu Qiankun's arms like a swallow in the forest.
"Dad, Dad, the girl is wrong! You should speak up..." The girl's voice was like crying blood, and she beat Liu Qiankun's thick chest with her pink fist desperately.
puff!
Liu Qiankun opened his mouth and spat out a blood arrow, and he slowly became exhausted. The girl tightly hugged his waist and helped him sit on the ground.
"This child's cultivation has skyrocketed, his foundation is unstable, and he possesses demonic nature. If I had come a moment later, I'm afraid he would have been devoured by the demonic nature, and the sword spirit would quickly recede!" Zhu He shouted like Hong Zhong.
The girl seemed a little reluctant to give up. She reached out and touched Liu Qiankun's handsome face with a guilty look on her face. She slowly took off her gown and put it on his chest. Her body floated up like light smoke and turned into a dark blue stream of light towards the blue sky.
Throwing the Underworld Sword...
Liu Qiankun's eyes were tightly closed, a trace of dark red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face was filled with pain. The little divine baby in his body also had a bright red face, and his little face was twisted for a while, as if he was suppressing some indescribable pain.
Zhu He frowned and stood beside Liu Qiankun, seeming to be thinking hard about something. After pondering for a long time, he sighed softly: "That's all, what if a person who was born to cope with the disaster becomes a demon?" After saying that, he crossed his legs and sat down.
Sit down, bend and stretch your palms to slowly lift Liu Qiankun's fallen body.
"Streaming light cone!" Zhu He shouted violently, his beard and hair spread out, and he spat out an object as thin as an embroidery needle. This was the magical weapon that he had been tempering for millions of years in this place where gods were imprisoned: the flowing light cone.
Zhu He raised one palm, and the streamer cone floated and flipped in mid-air, piercing Liu Qiankun's lower abdomen like a needle, and shot along the blood veins in the direction of the divine infant sitting cross-legged.
The little baby god seemed to feel something strange, and slowly opened his eyes, with a strange smile on his lips. He moved his fleshy palms left and right, and a vast spiritual energy shot out, intending to force the thin needle out of the body.
, Unexpectedly, a ray of Vulcan's consciousness was attached to the streamer cone, which circled around in the Dantian and went straight into the bladder, disappearing from the sight of the divine infant in an instant.
Liu Qiankun, who was sleeping, seemed to feel pain in his lower abdomen, his face twitched, and his eyelids twitched violently.
The little divine baby put his palms together and was about to close his eyes when he didn't expect a stab of pain to come from his buttocks. The cone of light actually penetrated into his body, turned around in the baby's body, and finally stopped on his chest.
The baby god grimaced in pain, looked down at his chest, and saw a thin red line on his chest. He had no choice but to give up and sit down again.
Zhu He opened his eyes, stood up with a tired look on his face, and murmured: "The cone of light can suppress his demonic nature for a while, so it can be regarded as repaying his kindness for helping me escape..." After that, he said no more.
Paying attention to Liu Qiankun on the ground, he stamped his feet and floated towards the door.
Just after the Vulcan left, the Qingming Sword on the wall was unsheathed, spun in the air, and gently fell into Liu Qiankun's arms. It remained motionless, and the sword body trembled slightly, as if expressing the apology in his heart...
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The God of Fire Zhu He sat alone by the river, the Lihuo essence in his body turning rapidly, and wisps of dark red mist lingering around him. He was dressed in a red robe without wind, like a blazing flame. For millions of years,
The first time he practiced so seriously was just for the unknown outcome of the battle a few days later.
In fact, Zhu He didn't know much about the cultivation level of the servant of destiny, but as far as the current situation is concerned, the brat is already unable to protect himself. It seems that he will have to deal with the battle in a few days personally. Now he needs to hurry up and restore his cultivation level.
That's it, even if he absorbs all the Lihuo essence that he has accumulated for millions of years, he can only recover to 80%. Thinking of this, Zhu He's mood suddenly became restless!
Liu Qiankun in the room also slowly opened his eyes. The red glow on his face had long faded away. Even he only had some fragments of what happened not long ago. From time to time, there was a burning pain in his lower abdomen, which made him feel uncomfortable.
He frowned and let out a ray of consciousness towards his body.
When his consciousness entered the dantian, the little divine infant slowly opened his eyes and moved his lips slightly. Liu Qiankun only felt a voice coming out of his mind in vain.
"Don't look, there's an old guy sticking a needle into my chest. Damn, it hurts!"
Liu Qiankun was shocked. He knew clearly that it was the spirit infant complaining to him but he didn't know how to answer. He felt very depressed.
"Why are you so depressed? You can talk to me as long as you have a thought." A slight smile appeared on the corner of the little Shen Ying's mouth.
"Ugh! Why do you talk to me in such a tone? You are indeed my child, haha!" Liu Qiankun thought silently in his heart.
The baby god curled his lips in disdain, spread out his hands, and his voice sounded again: "If I had no other choice, how would I have found the body of such a pustule like you..." After he finished, he stretched out his fleshy middle finger and gave it a hard push towards the sky.
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...Liu Qiankun felt a little angry. He raised his fist and punched his lower abdomen hard. Strong labor pains came. The spirit baby was safe and sound, but poor Liu Qiankun grimaced in pain.
"Hehe! If you want to teach me a lesson, you are just asking for trouble!" The spirit baby in the Dantian showed a proud smile.
Liu Qiankun felt so frustrated! He finally trained a spirit baby, but he unexpectedly turned out to be an unruly character. Just when he was at his wits' end, the Qingming Sword beside him let out a low cry.
"Hey! Is there something you want to tell me?" Liu Qiankun murmured to himself and put the Qingming Sword to his ear. Sure enough, a soft female voice came from the sword.
"Dad, the girl's evil spirit is too strong and she can't show up to see you for the time being. If you want to make the spirit baby surrender, maybe the God of Fire will have a way!" As soon as he finished speaking, the Qingming Sword stopped humming.
Liu Qiankun smiled slightly, already having an idea in his mind. He stood up, stretched out his palm and patted his lower abdomen gently, leaned the Qingming Sword on his shoulder, and strode towards the door with quick strides.
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