Waste Strong Foundation

Chapter 122 Candle Dragon

"The mountain of Kunwu has a lot of red copper on it.

"Its color is like fire, and cutting jade is like cutting mud.

"Kunwu's jade-cutting knife obtained by King Mu of Zhou when he conquered Xirong is one foot long, with a red steel blade..." Ma Binghe wrote the word "Kunwu" on the blackboard, and asked the girl who was sitting in the front row and raised her hand high. Doctor: "Student, what question do you have? Don't stand up, just sit and talk."

The female doctor took the microphone, "Hello Ma, I followed Mr. Fang in the courtyard to do the history of the pre-Qin system. I want to ask—"

The chalk provided by the school was of poor quality, and Ma Binghe sneezed three times in a row.

The students below didn't respond, so he laughed first.

He made an apologetic gesture towards the doctor, and while wiping his nose with a tissue, he said with emotion:

"Sure enough, you can't talk about myths and legends. It's too far away from us, and it's easy to get cold when you talk about it. For example, this jade cutting knife was dug out of the ground when King Zhou Mu said that it was dug out from the ground when Huangdi Xuanyuan conquered Chiyou. How long was the knife originally, and who did it belong to..."

Because of the summer vacation, most of the participants in today's seminar are postgraduates and doctors.

Everyone follows different mentors, and their research directions and interests are also different. You talk about the relationship between mythology and history.

……

Dan Zhu didn't know this knife, but he felt that the golden light of the blade was like waves and was extremely dazzling, so he couldn't help but clenched the handle of the bronze knife.

Three bronze mirrors surrounded Shang Yuan, and the invisible divine power wrapped around his hands, feet and waist like shackles.

Dan Zhu's lips turned white, and he summoned Yang Qi again regardless of his exhausted body.

In the blink of an eye, the flames of the sky revived, the dark clouds in the sky receded, and several red lights went straight to Shang Yuan's door!

Shang Yuan hadn't used the Kunwu knife for too long, and it was difficult to grasp the distance and strength. He squeezed out the sky fire that was in the way with his left hand, and swung the knife to drive the rainwater out horizontally.

The tiger's mouth burst open immediately, and blood flowed along the man's wrist to his veined arm.

The Kunwu Sword takes the unawakened mountain god of Kunwu Mountain as the sword spirit. It is an extremely long and extremely difficult-to-use artifact. It only recognizes Kaiming Jun as its master.

The rain rolled on the surface of the blade, and then turned into sharp shadows.

The tip of the knife trembled and clanked, resounding through the heavens and the earth!

Dan Zhu bit the tip of his tongue and yelled loudly, the dragon entrenched on the edge of the bronze mirror came alive——

However, Jiang Shui's yin energy weakened its divine power, causing it to fight against the knife shadow for a long time, and finally it was no match, and the mirror surface shattered.

Fei Mingqiu shouted abruptly: "Dan Zhu."

Everything is right!

It was as if a pair of hands were picking and rubbing his internal organs, the memory was gradually tampered with, Dan Zhu was so terrified that he dared not respond.

He was afraid that his body would be controlled by Fei Mingqiu if he kept entangled, and he was afraid that he would end up empty-handed if he missed this opportunity, so he sneered and said:

"Two idiots! Cough, cough, taste the... sky thunder bestowed on me by God the Father! Duh!"

The dark clouds dissipated completely, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the sun set in a strange maroon color.

The red-haired and red-eyed old man knelt on his knees in prayer, if not for the occasional hot air from his nose, he would have been a festering corpse.

There was silence all around.

Yuanyuan was surprisingly clever and big-hearted, and hurriedly kicked away the priest who was frozen in place, and pulled the stunned pony up.

Suddenly, Zi Dian, as thick as a barrel, descended from the sky with Di Jun's killing intent to destroy everything!

Shang Yuan gave a short laugh, "I overestimated you."

Fei Mingqiu's heart beat like a beating drum, his mind went blank, and only when he heard Shang Yuan's laughter did he remember, remember...

What a powerful thing Tianlei is.

When the two of them squatted on the top of the mountain to catch Tianlei to make chess pieces, Di Jun didn't know in which mountain nest he was sulked by Nuwa.

When Zi Dian was about to meet Shang Yuan, his murderous intent was greatly reduced, thinking of the past, he was about to shrink back, but was caught by Shang Yuan between his fingers and pressed into the blade of Kunwu Saber.

With the most overbearing sky thunder quenching, the color of the blade becomes brighter.

Dan Zhu pointed at Shang Yuan incredulously, vomited black blood, and cursed: "You're just a gatekeeper—"

Before he uttered the word "dog", he caught a glimpse of the golden-green light in his red eyes, and his face, which had been through vicissitudes, showed timidity for a long time.

Too late.

Shang Yuan is not a soft-hearted person.

With the knife in his hand, Shang Yuan calmly leaned over to look at Dan Zhu's bloody head, and took out a strand of soft soul from his spine.

Fei Mingqiu snorted, "This is Dijun's..."

Shang Yuan remained cold all over his body, nodded and replied: "Yes. The mortals created by Nuwa all have black hair and black eyes. What's the difference between this kid with red hair and red eyes, and Bai Min with white hair and white eyes? Guess he has Dijun's soul in his body, otherwise there is no need to arrange a city in the shape of a candle dragon to confuse the judgment of the artifact. Only Dijun can summon one or two of the heavenly thunder just now."

Fei Mingqiu squatted down and leaned against the ghost gate, clutching his waist, "Sure enough. Hey, what are you going to do with his soul? Crushed?"

The souls and powers of the gods are common goods, sent back and forth, or merged into the heaven and the earth.

"Is this..."

"Hiss, do you think we killed another clone of Di Jun by mistake?"

Shang Yuan was very disgusted at first, with sadistic desire in his eyes, seeing Fei Mingqiu randomly pulling his knotted long hair, his heart softened——

He is also very soft-hearted at times.

Chang Xi, who is eager to protect the daughter, strictly prohibits the enlightened gentleman from abusing his power to steal the moon soul, so the tiger jade pendant is broken and there is no second one; unless the sun's spirit is brought, Xihe has always been more generous than Chang Xi - but the spirit is too hot Spicy, probably not suitable for making jade pendants.

"Forget it." Shang Yuan looked around and found a tripod of offering wine that was as clear as water.

He soaked Di Jun's soul in wine like mutton, and ate it with a frown.

The yang energy soared and the sky cleared up. At the same time, the blade of the Kunwu Saber slowly reflected a ferocious and roaring enlightened beast with nine heads.

The ranks of the gods are not fixed.

For example, the unlucky ghost mother was downgraded two ranks because of her love rival and angered Shang Yuan. Thinking about it the other way around, there is naturally a way to raise her rank.

Among them, devouring the gods is a shortcut, and it is a shortcut demonstrated by Di Jun himself.

Shang Yuan drank a few more sips of sacrificial wine to rinse his mouth, raised his eyes casually, and made a dirty gesture towards Tianmu that could easily be harmonized.

He didn't care how furious the Father God who was overlooking the human world in God's Domain came over and half squatted and lifted Fei Mingqiu's shirt.

Here, it was hit by the penalty book and was bruised and black with blood, and the internal organs also showed signs of rupture and bleeding.

Under the pressure of the silver-red index finger, the young man's waist and abdomen gradually returned to white and rosy.

The warm yang energy flowed under the skin, Fei Mingqiu was dizzy and sweated all over, and his physical condition was better than this morning after waking up.

He closed his eyes to detect the situation of players scattered in various tribes, and found that the formation was destroyed, he let out a long sigh of relief, "Finally—"

Finally what?

Fei Mingqiu looked at the people hiding in the dark.

These people saw that their king had died in a disgraceful manner, and the hatred of revenge against the gods and the confidence in conquering the king's city disappeared in their hearts.

None of them dared to stand up to collect Danzhu's body, and picked up some things called fear and shame in the weird silence.

Fei Mingqiu was a little ashamed, covered his lips and coughed twice, and asked Shang Yuan to write another word "王" between his forehead——

Of course he didn't say that!This is what Shangyuan said!

What he said was to ask Shang Yuan to share some divine power with him, and return it back when he is fully recovered——

Fei Mingqiu put aside distracting thoughts and stroked the heads of the two stone elk until the mountain god regained his strength and asked Xiao Ma for eight hundred fried chestnuts on the spot.

The Kunwu knife has no scabbard, and it is retracted with the mind. Just as Shang Yuan was about to put it away, he suddenly said: "Come out."

The three-legged bronze tripod with a snake face remained motionless, and the child hiding behind the tripod was so frightened that he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

Fei Mingqiu recognized him.

It was the older brother Shi Rong who took a notebook when he was buried... white sugar.

Fei Mingqiu: "What is hiding in your arms?"

The child was stunned, and took out his notebook, "Good-looking mountain god, please forgive us, we will worship you forever."

Fei Mingqiu didn't say a word, still hesitating whether to take away his brother's things, or admit their relationship, a red streak flew out of the ghost gate!

The pimple-faced ghost mother finally felt a bit "underworld", hugged Fei Mingqiu's arm and said, "Go! Die, die!"

"Why are you leaving?" The silver-haired boy sat on the ghost gate with his legs crossed, "You just want to slip away after making a fuss? Isn't that bad?"