Looking up at this majestic palace that towers into the clouds, Liu Qiankun suddenly felt a sense of insignificance in his heart. He couldn't help but sigh to himself: He has turned into ashes and scattered, leaving this place as an isolated city. Now that he is here, he has to go in and collect it. Last time, if there were any good things, they could be put to good use and would not be buried in this lonely and lonely city.
It's strange to say that the ancient god Xuan Bing is not even as good as the master of the ten major divine palaces. Apart from the two gluttons, he doesn't even have a guard to watch the door. It seems that this old stick ice is an extremely conceited guy, which is convenient. Liu Qiankun drove straight in without spending any extra energy.
The scene in front of him when he entered made Liu Gan look bitter. It was completely empty. There were not even any decent tables and chairs. Except for a few huge pillars, he could clearly see everything in the palace at a glance. The palace wall is also a dazzling white. Not to mention the hangings, there is not even a nail. The only thing affixed to the south palace wall is a portrait of a god holding a long sword, and the one painted on it is Xuan Bing. The ancient god himself has a milky white prismatic crystal inlaid on the hilt of his sword that is particularly eye-catching.
"Damn, I think this Ancient God of Xuan Bing should be changed to a solitary god. Not even a single bowl or plate is left behind, only a big temple with his own portrait left!" Liu Qiankun felt bitter in his heart. But he still refused to give up and used his spiritual consciousness to explore around the empty hall, and finally returned to the portrait on the south wall.
"Xiao Huang, help me uncover that painting." Liu Qiankun turned his head and shouted softly. The only suspicious thing in this hall is probably that portrait.
"Yes, Master." A slightly immature male voice sounded from his ears. The Golden Crow Emperor flapped his wings and flew towards the portrait. He raised his body and grabbed the portrait with his sharp claws.
laugh!
A sharp roar came from the sky. The ancient god Xuan Bing in the portrait raised his hand and struck out with a sword. A brilliant white rainbow burst out of the sword and hit the Golden Crow Emperor's abdomen. Phew! The Golden Crow Emperor whined, and his small body was struck. The sword flew out of the canopy a hundred feet away and hit the north palace wall with a loud bang.
Liu Qiankun was startled, and he rushed out. In a blink of an eye, he was beside the Golden Crow Emperor. He leaned over and picked up its small body, and when he held it up to his eyes, he saw a trace of blood oozing from the corner of the little guy's mouth. There was a touch of blood. Fortunately, although it had not transformed into a bird form, its defense was still extremely strong. The sword did not penetrate its petite and exquisite body, but just threw it away. The bird's tongue happened to be caught by its beak. , blood will ooze out.
"Xiao Huang..." Liu Qiankun roared urgently, but all he saw was that the Golden Crow Emperor in his hand rolled his eyes, opened its beak twice, but could not utter a single word. The feeling of having his tongue chewed was really uncomfortable.
Liu Qiankun's eyes were completely red, and the palm holding the Golden Crow Emperor began to tremble violently. Looking at the miserable appearance of this divine bird, a strong pain and self-blame instantly surged into his heart, and he turned his head and glared at the bird. Weird portrait.
Canopy!
The palm of his hand shook violently, and as an explosion spread, the huge body of the three-legged Golden Crow Emperor fluttered its wings and rushed towards the wall. It opened its long beak and sprayed out a fire dragon, which shot towards the strange portrait.
Tsk!
The portrait was burned into pieces of flying ink butterflies in an instant, and even the palace wall was burnt through a big hole. Snap! An ancient sword with a sheath fell to the ground. It looked exactly like the portrait just now. The one he held in his hand was the same, and the hilt was also inlaid with a prismatic crystal.
With the sword in its scabbard, the released sword energy can blow away the Golden Crow Emperor. This sword is definitely of extraordinary quality.
Liu Qiankun rushed to the side of the Golden Crow Emperor, stretched out his palm to stroke its textured feathers, and said softly: "Xiao Huang, are you okay?" What he cared about at this time was not what was special about the ancient sword, but what was special about it.
The safety of the three-legged Golden Crow Emperor.
"Master, just now I... accidentally... bit my tongue..." The Golden Crow Emperor lowered his big head and replied rather embarrassedly, but the tip of his tongue was still numb and he hesitated when he spoke.
"What?" Liu Qiankun's eyes widened and he looked at the Golden Crow Emperor in astonishment. After being stunned for about ten breaths, he finally stretched out his hand and gave it a hard blow on its big head.
"Turn me back into a little bird!" Liu Qiankun shouted angrily, causing the Golden Crow Emperor to shrink his neck, twist and transform into a little bird, flutter his wings and fly onto his master's shoulder.
He stepped forward sadly and grabbed the ancient sword on the ground. He felt a refreshing chill extending up his palm. After the cold current traveled around his limbs, it flowed back down his arm again.
Submerged into the hilt of the sword again, the careful Liu Qiankun noticed that the prismatic crystal on the hilt shone slightly.
"This sword is not bad. This girl can just use it to make up the numbers during her training." Liu Qiankun murmured to himself, turned over his hand and put away the ancient sword, but he didn't even pull it out to take a look.
Sometimes to measure the quality of a sword, you don’t need to take it out of the sheath and try it out. Maybe you just need a feeling. Liu Qiankun had this feeling as soon as he got the ancient sword. It was the most valuable in this palace.
The thing, I'm afraid, is this ancient sword. After the strange cold current circulated in his body, all the cells in his body felt as if they had been scalded by warm water. The sword that can feel this way must be the ancient god.
There is no doubt about the soldiers.
All divine swords have spirits. What is lacking now is communication with the spirit in the sword. After obtaining this ancient sword, Liu Qiankun never stayed in this ownerless palace, and went straight through the cold current.
The passage leads back to the Arctic ice sheet.
The cold wind howled and the snow filled the sky. Faced with the cold wind, it flew through the air for half an hour. Finally, he saw the ice sculpture palace in the distance. But what made Liu Qiankun's eyes burst with tears was the circle in front of the ice tomb.
The human figures, waving various weapons in their hands, were struggling to dig out the ice grave.
The ice tomb built by Hong Xiaotian was extremely strong, but under the unremitting excavation of this group of highly skilled gods, pieces of solid ice began to be dug out. There was still a man lying down not far from the group of gods.
There was a god-man with his hands clasped behind his back, and his old face was facing the direction Liu Qiankun was flying from. He was none other than the exiled old man of the Ella Afghan tribe: Laden.
The girl was practicing in the ice tomb, but she didn't expect that these ignorant gods would disturb her purity. Liu Qiankun was angry, and even his body could not help but tremble slightly. The Golden Crow Emperor on his shoulders also felt the anger of his master, and his claws
With a slight trembling of shoulders, he fluttered his wings and soared into the sky.
Phew!
A high-pitched roar arose, and the Golden Crow Emperor rushed towards the group of daring gods with blazing flames all over his body. His wings were like clouds, covering the sky and the sun...
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