The divine sword was unsheathed, but the dragon roared silently. Liu Qiankun was stunned for ten breaths holding the hilt of the sword, because he was holding either a peerless divine weapon or a sword hilt, a simple hilt inlaid with strange crystals.
Not only Liu Qiankun was stunned, but even the old god Rodan standing aside frowned slightly, thinking why the Arctic God King would pull out such a sword hilt hidden in the sheath. Could there be something unspeakable hidden in it?
Isn't it mysterious?
"Hi! Master, it turns out that what Old Popsicle is hiding is such a shady trick." The Golden Crow Emperor on his shoulder sneered, with a hint of ridicule in his words.
"Hehe! This old stick-bing is playing the trick of not hiding the edge of the sword." Liu Qiankun laughed dumbly. He never expected that the ancient god Xuanbing would come up with this trick, and even did it to himself after his death.
"Sir, can you have a look at this sword with me?" Rodan stared at the prismatic crystal behind the hilt of the sword, and finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
Liu Qiankun shrugged his shoulders indifferently, stretched out his palm and handed over the hilt of the sword in his hand, thinking it was just a trick of the ancient god Xuan Bing, and it was worth it for him to get many sacred tree elixirs.
Ladan carefully held the hilt of the sword, two bright lights flashed in his old eyes, and he carefully looked at this strange object that Liu Qiankun said he had obtained from somewhere. He turned over it for a long time before gently lifting his wrinkled palm.
He gently stretched out towards the prismatic crystal inlaid on the hilt of the sword, and his fingertips trembled slightly.
"Hmm!" Rodan groaned and slowly closed his eyes. It must be that he also experienced the wonderful feeling of cold flowing into the body. Liu Qiankun smiled slightly and thought: There is still some crystal on the hilt of the sword.
It works, and it is also a good thing to experience the wonderful feeling of cold current body heat in your spare time.
After about half an hour, Bin Laden finally opened his eyes, with a look of excitement on his old face. He picked up the hilt of the sword with both hands and handed it to Liu Qiankun, who was already sitting cross-legged and sleeping.
Soldier, why should I miss the sword tomb anymore..." There was a hint of trembling in his words.
Liu Qiankun suddenly opened his eyes and saw a solemn look on Ladan's face. He knew that he was not lying at all, but he was still confused about what was so strange about the hilt of the sword.
"Do you know what's so special about this sword hilt?" Liu Qiankun asked. He didn't care about any magical weapon, but he was just curious.
"There is nothing special about the hilt of the sword, but the ice soul has great origins. It can be said to be an indestructible treasure in the divine world." Ladan handed the hilt of the sword to Liu Qiankun's hand and said: "Honored God, you can put a drop of it into the ice soul.
The essence and blood are infused with a trace of the power of law."
With a surprised look on his face, Liu Qiankun forced a drop of blood from his fingertips and smeared it on the surface of the crystal. It was sucked clean in an instant. Not even a blood streak was left. However, the hilt of the sword did not change at all, so he could only pour it in again as he was told.
A trace of the power of the Law of Killing enters.
laugh!
A bright cold light burst out from the hilt of the sword, and in the blink of an eye it condensed into a sharp edge with full cold light. The light was so bright that it instantly illuminated the entire ice palace with brilliance in all directions.
The colorful stream of light is reflected, as if you have entered a luxurious palace paved with colored glaze.
Waves of soul-stirring killing intent surged out from the sword's edge. It was the purest and most powerful killing intent. It was a thousand times stronger than what Liu Qiankun had just poured into the crystal. It was a kind of intimacy connected by flesh and blood.
The feeling surged into my heart, and I suddenly felt that every pore in my body was not smooth. However, Old God Laden next to me fell to his knees with a plop, and his whole body began to tremble like chaff.
The law of killing is the power of the law that Liu Qiankun first understood. In addition, it is instantly amplified a thousand times by the hilt of the sword. It is naturally very refreshing to be in it. It is pitiful for Ladan to be unable to withstand such overwhelming pressure.
It seemed that the terrifying murderous intention would cut him into mincemeat at any time, how could he not turn pale with fright?
Clang!
The long sword was sheathed, and the light suddenly dimmed, and even the overwhelming pressure faded away in an instant. When Liu Qiankun unsheathed the sword again, he found that there was only a bare hilt left in his hand. It was his.
Wisdom instantly understood the truth. The greatest beauty of this divine sword is the crystal at the end of the hilt. It can instantly condense the power of the input law into a sharp sword, and instantly amplify the power of the law thousands of times.
What Liu Qiankun understood was the law of killing, so what he condensed was the purest sword of killing. Just looking at the power was overwhelming, but the real power was unknown. He didn't bother to go outside.
It is not too late to try the sword in the ice and snow, and then try it again when fighting with others in the future.
Bin Laden finally calmed down and knelt down on the ground with a bang, shouting: "Little old man, I have one more thing to ask for, please grant me God's permission." His big butt was rising and falling, which was quite funny.
Liu Qiankun was about to speak, but unexpectedly, the old Laden's breath was stagnant, and he raised his hindquarters high and let out a burst of turbid air. The sound was gentle and long, and he could only hear the Golden Crow Emperor on his shoulder chirping: "This old god farts."
It really stinks..." After saying that, he raised his wings and started to fan the wind fiercely.
call!
The strong wind blew up the kneeling Bin Laden and flipped him over. He fell onto his back with a thud, transforming into an old turtle that turned over, with only the shell on his back.
"Hahaha!" Liu Qiankun looked at Laden's funny look with a smile. He laughed so much that he bent over. After a while, he pretended to be calm and coughed twice: "If you have anything to do, it doesn't matter. If you want me to help you,
But it is impossible to regain the position of clan leader." In fact, he had already understood Laden's thoughts and blocked his escape route with just one mouth.
Laden's face turned red and he didn't dare to say anything anymore. He found a corner and sat down cross-legged in frustration.
After a night of silence, Laden stood up to say goodbye at noon the next day. Seeing the old god's back with his head bowed and leaving, Liu Qiankun felt an inexplicable urge to help him return to the clan. Unfortunately, his rickety figure had disappeared.
In front of the Ice Palace.
Boom!
There was a loud noise in front of the palace door, and a figure flew in. Liu Qiankun caught it in his arms, only to find that it was Ladan who had just walked out, and his face was now as golden as paper.
His anger was like a gossamer, and he was about to die on the spot.
Liu Qiankun turned his palm and took out a magic elixir and stuffed it into his mouth, and shouted coldly: "Xiao Huang, meet the enemy!" Before he could say this, he shot the Golden Crow Emperor arrow towards the palace gate.
puff!
Bin Laden opened his mouth and spat out a blood arrow, and his expression softened slightly. It seemed that this high-grade divine elixir was really very effective. As long as he still had a breath, he could save his life.
"The...god...the patriarch...is...here..." After spitting out two words intermittently, Old God Ladan tilted his head and fainted again. The angry roar of the Golden Crow Emperor came from outside the palace gate.
"Hmph! I won't mess with you, but you guys come around to clean me up..." Liu Qiankun's face darkened, he slowly placed Bin Laden on the ice, turned his palm and took out the bladeless sword and walked out.
I will not offend anyone unless they offend me. If someone offends me, I will punish them. Liu Qiankun never expected that the divine sword he had just received would have a chance to test its edge so soon.
(The second update will be sent, and the third update will be later, but it must be there!)