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Chapter 129 Fighting between gods

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    Cheng Baimei snorted coldly and said no more. After a long time, he said: "If the Chaos Golden Lotus Heaven collapses"

    Waving his hand, Xiaozu Yunshu glanced in the direction of the Tianting Pavilion and said: "Not to mention this, the Thirteen Immortal Sects work together, there may not be no way to save it, and there is still a buffer period of three hundred years The most important thing now is the demon.  , why don¡¯t you go out and help your precious apprentice?¡±

    Cheng Baimei said expressionlessly: "With a piece of your immortal bone, the demon can do nothing to him. This is a rare experience, so why do you need me to protect him?"

    If Mo Bu Le hadn¡¯t left yet, he would probably jump up in shock when he heard these words.

    "So you just keep staring at me here." Xiaozu Yunshu laughed. He really didn't want to protect his apprentice. What happened to the sword energy released from Yunwai? This man is so confident when he says something wrong.  After taking a sip of Qingxin tea, he joked again, "Am I scarier than the devil?"

    Cheng Baimei said coldly: "The devil can't do anything to him, but you can hurt him."

    "It's really unfair. I swore an oath not to hurt him at all, yet you still doubt me for what I did." Xiao Zu Yunshu looked helpless.  He lacks mental cultivation and is most afraid of inner demons. The binding force of this inner demon oath on him is probably stronger than the laws of heaven. He is not tired of living, so there is no way he can break the oath.

    Cheng Baimei glanced at him, still expressionless, and said: "Your state of mind is not cultivated enough. Even if you have an oath, I still can't believe it."

    Once Xiaozu Yunshu is taken advantage of by the inner demon, the inner demon oath will have no binding force and will instead make him fall deeper into the demon.

    "You are more devoted to this apprentice than my master was to me back then." Xiao Zu Yunshu laughed again. When faced with Cheng Baimei, who is unparalleled in the world, he has no choice. "If I take action, you can stop me."  ?¡±

    The gap in cultivation is there, and ten more Cheng Baimei will be nothing more than dead.

    "It's just that I died in front." Cheng Baimei's voice was calm. The immortal bone has been integrated with Mo Bule's soul. If he takes it out by force, he will definitely die. If Xiaozu really wants to attack Mo Bule, he must first step on it.  over his body.  As a teacher, there is only so much you can do.

    "well¡­¡­"

    Little Zu Yunshu stroked his forehead. Sword cultivators were all stubborn. His words were true. He had seen it.  I just hope that boy Mo Bu Le will never be like Cheng Baimei.

    "Ah chirpah chirp"

    Mo Bu Le sat on the back of Ling He and suddenly sneezed several times.  Is anyone talking bad about him?  After being at a loss for a moment, he turned his thoughts and continued to think deeply about the little light of wisdom in his body.

    Xiaozu asked him to recall the origin of the light of wisdom. This was by no means unreasonable. This sentence had two meanings. One was that the light of wisdom was not given by Xiaozu, and the other was that something special must have happened when he received the light of wisdom.  , it will definitely make him remember it deeply.

    Mo Bu Le turned his memory upside down. In his short two hundred years of life, the most profound things in his memory were only two. One was the moment when the Yaowang Sect fell off the cliff and was killed by Cheng Baimei.  He was saved by a flying sword. The amazing feeling of a sword coming across the sky at that time established his determination to become a sword cultivator, which has not changed to this day; the second was the moment when he was poisoned by fire, even though he had already  He was in a coma, but the situation at that time was deeply engraved in his memory. More than a hundred years later, it was still as clear as yesterday.

    Of course the former cannot be related to the light of wisdom, is it also related to the poison of fire?  Not to mention, it is really possible that this light of wisdom is shaped like a flame. It cannot be born like this. Maybe it is learned from the fire poison.

    If this is really the case, Mo Bu Le doesn¡¯t know whether to cry or laugh.

    Thinking of this, he subconsciously scratched his chin and said to himself: "Did we really encounter a fight between gods at that time?"

    Neither fire poison nor wisdom light are ordinary things. It can even be said that even among all the treasures of heaven, material and earth in the Ming Realm, these two are enough to be called precious. Well fire poison is not precious.  , but the word "rare" definitely deserves it, and maybe it is the only one.

    If it's just the fire of ignorance, but if you add the light of wisdom, then what happened back then may be just a misunderstanding. Someone didn't frame him. If the person who framed him had some light of wisdom for this, it would be enough to be called  He is the most stupid idiot since the beginning of the Ming Dynasty.

    That's why Mo Bu Le said that gods were fighting. Of course, he didn't mean that there were real gods fighting. He meant that there might have been two or more great monks at that time. For some unknown reason, they had a conflict and started fighting. One of them was not paying attention.  , something leaked out from between the fingers, and then accidentally hit Mo Bu Le on the head.

    Speculation is nothing more than?Reasonable, or unreasonable.  Mo Bu Le had just drank Qingxin Tea and his mind was very clear at this time, so he felt that his speculation should be reasonable. Since it was reasonable, there was no need to worry about it anymore.

    "Sunken" cakes may fall from the sky, but there may also be pies. Now, he discovered a third possibility: there may be pies hidden in the "sunken" cakes.

    ¡°In the end, he got all the advantages and disadvantages, so it¡¯s even.

    While Mo Bu Le was lowering his head and thinking, a voice suddenly came from his ears, asking: "What kind of fight between gods?"

    When I looked up, it turned out to be Mingjing, who was following Linghe on his flying sword. I don¡¯t know how long he had been following him, but he happened to hear Mo Bu Le¡¯s soliloquy.

    "Eh? Junior brother, why are you here?" Mo Bu Le looked surprised and asked the question instead of answering.

    Seeing that he was deliberately changing the subject, Mingjing did not ask further questions and said calmly: "I came to Liandao Wonderland to ask the master for swordsmanship."

    "Is the master out of seclusion?" Mo Bu Le quickly patted Linghe on the back and turned around, "I'll go pay my respects to the master."

    Master Chang Hua saw Mo Bu Le and saw that his cultivation had improved compared to the last time he came here. He liked it very much and encouraged him. Then Mo Bu Le took out the Black Iron Sword and practiced the basic sword moves. In fact, from beginning to end, he  The practice is still just one thrust, but this thrust, whether it is the strength, accuracy, or the control between retraction and release, is obviously much better than before.

    "You have fire poison in your body, so you shouldn't use that black iron sword. This purple bamboo sword was taken from the South China Sea and was whittled by my own hands. It doesn't have any fire properties. You can just take it and use it."

    Mo Bu Le took the Purple Bamboo Sword and saw that it was no more than three feet long. It was dark purple in color and the blade was less than a finger wide. The surface of the sword had been carefully polished and was as moist as jade, but the tip of the sword was extremely sharp. Holding it in the palm of his hand, it felt as light as nothing.  , input the true essence, and it will be smooth.  He stretched out his fingers to hold the tip of the sword, and when he exerted force, the sword bent nearly ninety degrees. When he let go, the sword suddenly bounced back to straightness, and at the same time, it made a loud sound.

    "What a great sword, thank you so much, Master."

    Although this purple bamboo sword may not be hard, it is definitely much tougher than a metal sword. If the sword is too light, it will be difficult to control the strength. However, it can help him practice basic sword moves to enhance his subtle control of strength.

    After leaving Liandao Wonderland, Mingjing still followed behind and sent Mo Bu Le to Canglong Ridge.

    "Junior brother, come and sit with me?"

    Mingjing shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Elder brother, be careful not to say thank you, don't trust him too much."

    Mo Bu Le was startled for a moment and said, "You followed me all the way, just to talk about this?"

    Ming Jing frowned and said angrily: "Do you want to hear it or not?" He turned around and left.

    Looking at his back that disappeared in a flash, Mo Bule laughed and shouted from afar: "Junior brother, thank you very much." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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