didn't notice the change of the light and fade of the real little gaze, and Lian Zimiao's vision was blurred, as if he had returned to the blood sacrifice around the mountain on that day.

"It's a pity that the power of the gods and demons is uneven, and the god-slaying weapon fell apart at the last moment of fusion, flew to all parts of the Eastern Spirit Land, and found nine heirs."

"Raise soldiers with their bodies, they ...... Will they all die in the end? "It's a small voice, with a slight apprehension.

"Dead?"

Lian Zimiao chuckled.

"What do you want?"

"The god-slaying weapon, forged with the blood of my two masters, how can it need the blessing of the blood of the little juniors?"

"The chosen ones all have the intention of being in line with the holy sword and demon sword, and the fragments are broken apart, which is to repair the damage through the monk's thoughts, and when the gods and demons cultivate to reach the knot, they can sacrifice the sword fragments from the body, and at that time, the god-slaying weapon will reappear in the East Spirit."

"And I'm going to hold it and kill the Northern Rock Beast Ancestor!"

"The nine monks who have obtained the fragments of the weapons will receive supreme benefits from the memories of the two masters on the fragments, which is equivalent to the two masters passing on their disciples. Sacrifice the sword fragment after the knot, and it will not affect their body. But there is such a thing as life and death...... When war comes, no one can predict the outcome. ”

"It's so small...... You seem to have a good inheritance of gods and demons, and you are particularly ...... Nervous, huh? ”

After saying the secret, Lian Zimao seemed to be extremely relaxed, and looked at Zhen Xiaoxiao with an inquiring gaze.

"Because of this inheritance, I didn't choose the purple ring." The reason for the precaution is ridiculous, but it is a really small and real idea.

"Purple Ring?"

"What's wrong with Purple Ring?"

Lian Zimiao frowned, almost forgetting the appearance of the woman who was accepted by Wan Shui Rong that day.

"Her Dao Heart, if it doesn't match the madness of the sword intent, or the majesty of the holy sword, of course she won't be chosen. For example, Zhouzhou...... Isn't he also a candidate who seems to be a hundred times stronger than Ji Zimo and Cen Yuanqing? ”

"Rather than talking about the purple ring, I believe that there is a crazy knife, and you are so small...... Hahahaha! ”

Although Zhen Xiaoxiao has already sworn an oath, once the topic involves the magic knife, Lian Zimiao has not given up.

Scare!

was stared at by Lian Zimiao's gaze, and Zhen Xiaoxiao was suddenly provoked into a cold sweat.

This sixth sense of the quasi-god is indeed not covered. Sometimes the eyes are so sharp that they seem to be able to see through people's hearts!

"Two more, didn't you find them?" Hurry up and continue the topic, you can't be cold.

"Yes." Lian Zimiao nodded lightly, regretting that he couldn't see the strangeness of his really little expression at all.

"Aren't you going to be worried, then?" Suddenly, there was some guilt. Obviously, he could feel the pressure he was silently undergoing on Lian Zimiao, but he was still making trouble for him.

"I was worried before, but now I have figured it out."

Patting the falling snow on his body, Lian Zimiao stood up and said goodbye.

"Why?" It's really curious.

"Because ......"

Lian Zimiao smiled lightly.

"Master Lixue...... You can't choose the wrong person. ”

"No matter where the two juniors are, or for what reason they don't want to come to see me, when the war in the North and East begins to burn, the righteousness in their hearts will definitely be ignited with it! Maybe it's a demon cultivator, maybe it's an old enemy. But when Dongling fell, all grievances would go with the wind, and the only thing that remained in my heart was my homeland. ”

Lian Zimiao's voice shook so little that his chest rumbled!

What I've been worrying about is my own life.

And what Lian Zimao has been guarding is Dongling!

Looking at his silhouette standing tall in the wind, it was really a little head, reflecting on his doubts about the inheritance of gods and demons. I want to talk about "Ten Thousand Beasts and Ten Thousand Beasts" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~