Emperor Haotian looked up at the void and saw the waves in the void, and the stars were flashing. No matter how he used his immortal consciousness to explore, it was still difficult to find where the two masters were killed, as if they turned into one of the stars in the sky out of thin air.
"Just just now, the Heavenly God Spear clearly stabbed something, but how could it disappear out of thin air?" Haotian Immortal Emperor murmured to himself, stretched out his hand and stroked the tip of the gun, and his brow frowned. It turned out that the tip of the Invincible Heavenly God Spear was actually a little larger than the rice grains that were rolled up at the tip of the Invincible Heavenly God Spear
Blade.
The strongest spear was really not good to meet the Chaos Cauldron. This little curling blade alone was enough to make the Emperor Haotian Immortal's flesh hurt for hundreds of years, if he still had a hundred years of life.
At the critical moment, Liu Qiankun and Ba Xi were hiding in the Chaos Cauldron and were sitting on the ground and gasping for breath. Their chests were undulating like bellows in a blacksmith's shop.
"Damn, the Emperor Haotian is simply relying on the two magical artifacts in his hand, especially the knife..." Liu Qiankun cursed with hatred. Thinking of the knife as fast as lightning, he couldn't help but feel a little more glad.
If the knife did not stab his shoulder and directly penetrated any vital point on his head and neck, how could he have the fate at this time...
Baxi was safe and sound, but at the last moment he was shocked. Looking at the bleeding hole on Liu Qiankun's shoulder, his expression suddenly changed and he said, "I wonder when the ghost thing will get better after he is penetrated by the pipa bone?"
He couldn't help but worry about Qiankun's extremely powerful recovery ability.
"I'm afraid I can't move my arms for more than ten days!" Liu Qiankun said sadly. His body naturally knew it in his heart. There was a strong burning sensation in the blood hole on his shoulder, as if the wound was burned by fire, although it had already been
Healing, but the speed is more than a hundred times slower than usual, and he thought to himself: Could it be that the knife is strange?
Liu Qiankun suddenly felt a sleepy feeling surge in his mind like a sea of ups and downs. He called out the Seven Little Witches in his heart, and when he closed his eyes, he fell asleep in a drowsy way.
Ba Xi was not seriously injured, but when he saw Liu Qiankun falling to the ground with his eyes closed, he was shocked and quickly spread his arms to support him, but he heard a slight snoring sound in his ears. It turned out that he had fallen asleep...
"Let go of your master and let us heal his wounds." A quick voice came from Liu Qiankun's waist, and seven rays of light flashed out. The seven little witches hovered beside Liu Qiankun, Ba Xi was slightly stunned and gently pushed the
The sleeping Liu Qiankun lay flat on the ground, and the man retreated two feet behind.
The seven little witches stretched out their palms and broke out into a seven-colored aperture and turned into a seven-color aperture to cover Liu Qiankun. At the moment under the aperture, the body that was originally lying on the ground disappeared in vain, leaving only a green grass.
The seven little witches looked at each other and looked at Baxi with surprise. Baxi sighed leisurely: "Do you think there are no other spirits in this world of demons?"
At this time, Liu Qiankun was sleeping on another grassland with an ancient book covering the wound on his shoulder. The book cynic was sitting cross-legged beside him, his face was solemn. This wound that seemed to not hurt the vitals was actually
It's extremely troublesome. If it weren't for the ancient books in hand, even the bookworm would have to spend some time.
"Hmph! What a vicious sub-artifact. If the master had not been born with a remnant soul, he would have left his soul long ago. When he woke up, I passed on him to the Chaos Cauldron Heavenly Armor and would never be hurt like this again!" Looking at Liu Qiankun's shoulders
The wound that had not yet been closed, a fire of karma arose in Shucao's heart.
Originally, the cultivation of Shuniang had long been no longer in the cycle of reincarnation, without any sorrow or joy, but at this time he was already a weapon spirit, and his temperament also fluctuated with the master's mood. Protecting the master is the permanence of all weapon spirits.
It has nothing to do with his cultivation level. Now that I see my master being injured by a sub-artifact, I almost died, how can I not be so popular?
Time flies day by day, and I don’t know how long it took Liu Qiankun finally woke up slowly, turned over and sat up, and heard a sound of a click, something fell on the ground. He looked closely and found that it was the ancient book, but the illegitimate book was gone.
Where to go.
Standing up, waved his stiff arms, and didn't feel anything unusual. The blood on his shoulders had dried up, and it was very uncomfortable to be hard. So he took it off and looked at the small one not far away with his shirtless.
The stream ran away, but he threw the ancient book that was regarded as a treasure by the bookworm.
The cool stream water washed away all the blood, oil and dirt, and suddenly felt refreshed. The wound on the shoulder only left a scar the size of a copper coin. I could no longer feel the pain, so I simply ignored it and lay on the grass, enjoying it.
The pleasure of the cool breeze blowing on the face is not cold.
"Master, the bookworm is polite!" A calm and indifferent voice sounded behind him, needless to say that the bookworm is coming.
Liu Qiankun turned over and sat up, turned his head and saw that the bookworm stood behind him with a distant face, without any dust, hovering behind him, and the ancient book was taken in his palm.
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"Shuman, how many days have I been here?" Liu Qiankun was most concerned about this issue. It took him more than a year to understand Yijian last time, but he ended up feeling like the Emperor Haotian was covered in dust.
"I'm not hiding my master, there have been more than a thousand days." The book idol replied honestly. The most vicious part of the artifact is not to hurt the body, but to have a rare soul toxin in the divine world attached to it.
This is the ordinary sub-gods in the divine realm, and the soul explodes and dies within three moments.
A powerful man like Liu Qiankun, who had not achieved a soul, would die in a moment, but this guy was born with a soul that was destitute. In terms of cultivation, he didn't even know what the soul was, but his soul was compared to it.
Ordinary sub-gods need to be stronger, so that the bookworms can have time to rescue them.
The ancient book in the hand of the book zombie is a chaotic spiritual treasure that can suppress this vicious toxin in the divine realm. It took a thousand days to eliminate the poison in his body. The effort spent during this period, Liu Qiankun, who was the person involved, was the person involved.
But he didn't know anything and just thought it was Nan Ke's dream.
"What? Thousands of Days..." Liu Qiankun bounced up from the ground, his eyes widened like copper bells, and he could no longer speak when he looked at the book cum.
Three years, it took nearly five years to be in this Chaos Cauldron alone... For people in the Three Realms who have infinite life span, maybe five thousand years, and fifty thousand years are nothing, but it means to Liu Qiankun.
As life was about to come to an end... a strong sense of frustration surged into my heart, and Liu Qiankun fell on the grass with a thud.
"Victory and defeat are ordinary things, and the master doesn't have to worry too much!" The book cynical man would not understand the pain in Liu Qiankun's heart, and he said to comfort him.
"Victory or defeat? If you can't defeat the Haotian Immortal Emperor and get the second soul back, you may change your master in three years!" Liu Qiankun looked bitter, but he couldn't help but reply.
"Oh?" This time, the book zombie was a little confused. She looked at the master who was bowing his head and silently, and even the Chaos Cauldron Tianjia, who had originally wanted to speak, was temporarily placed aside.
(Don't blame the slow update. Xinghui is typing in the Internet cafe. You can imagine the difficulties. The third update will begin tomorrow. Thank you! I also recommend the new work of the beautiful Qianqian Baoer "Urban Sword Emperor". Although I have a poor grade now,
But I still hope that all the book lovers can support Baoer’s new book, and girls write male works! Xinghui really admires it!)