Master does not ride a dragon

The soul urges the Taiwei sword, using the soul power that never returns.When the tip of the sword was drawn downward, the translucent soul flickered again.

Lu Ju lowered his eyes and called out in a low voice, "Ahu."

There was a soft sound from somewhere in the cave, and the black-clothed boy suddenly broke away from the spell and appeared, fell from the ceiling of the cave, hit the ground with a slap, got up in a panic with hands and feet, and then raised his face in a daze , "...Master."

Sikong Hu's face was stained with a little blood, his neck was scarred section by section, and his exposed wrist was bruised and purple. He had never been so embarrassed before.

Lu Ju's expression remained motionless, his figure was flickering and flickering, and sometimes a little light was blown away by the winter wind.

The embarrassed Sikong Hu sniffed, his eye circles suddenly turned red, and his round eyes like a little tiger were covered with water vapor. He slowly stretched out his hand and pinched the Taiwei sword in Lu Ju's hand, "Master, let go of it!" .”

As if Lu Ju had never heard of it, he suddenly squatted down and hugged Sikong Hu.

Sikong Hu is already big, but Lu Ju can always hold him to a small, round ball, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a child.

The cold embrace seems real, but it is different from the "Baitouya" enchantment. The coldness adds nothingness. Through Lu Ju's body, the whistling wind outside the cave can be heard.

Not for long.

If he hugs for a moment longer, hope will be less.

Sikong Hu held the back of Lu Ju's hand with his backhand, and repeated: "Master, give me the sword."

His tone was low as if he was reciting a mantra, and there was a hint of doubt in Lu Ju's eyes. Sikong Hu suddenly clenched Taiwei Sword tightly, pushed him back, and forcibly separated Lu Ju from Taiwei Sword, and said loudly: "Huo Ling !"

The Yukang crossbow soared into the sky, and the black gold thread was entwined and transformed into an impenetrable wall, which blocked Lu Ju back into the dark and separated the two of them.And Sikong Hu clenched his long sword tightly, kicked back and kicked Meng Yunzhong away, and the sword light slashed towards the magic lock formation like a stream of rain.

With a sound of "ding", the sword light slammed into the knot interface and sparks of gold and stone burst out, and the jade-colored sword light swayed lightly, and swayed for a while.

Lu Ju shouted: "Ahu, come back!"

Sikong Hu didn't care, he gritted his teeth and clenched Taiwei, and chopped down again with a sword that splits gold and jade.The sharp scratching sound resounded through the abyss, and the barrier remained motionless.

Meng Yunzhong switched the long sword to his left hand, thought for a while, then simply threw the long sword aside, and smiled contemptuously.

Sikong Hu's mind was in chaos, and it took him a long time to understand what he was laughing at.

Back then, Lu Ju's spiritual skills were transcendent, even Meng Yunzhong might not be able to unlock the magic lock array, let alone Sikong Hu who had no cultivation.

Joaquin's voice came from the isolation area opened by the fire bell, "Sikong, don't mess around!"

Sikong Hu stared at Meng Yunzhong and smiled contemptuously.

If it cannot be solved, it will be destroyed.

Lu Ju taught him many things, among which there are many powerful mantras, the most powerful of which is naturally the seal of the emperor's clothes.The seal of the Heavenly Emperor's clothes can suppress my immortal altar and crush the entity of the Demon Venerable, so... the magic lock formation is even more easy.

He has no cultivation base, and he has to preserve this body, so naturally he can't form the Heavenly Emperor's Clothes, but there is Meng Yunzhong, who has a superhuman cultivation base in front of him.

Sikong Hu picked up the Taiwei Sword again and held it in his hand, the hilt of the sword was slightly cold, still at the temperature of Lu Ju.

Hua Jin slashed at the silk wall with his sword, and roared, "Sikong!"

There was no answer inside, Lu Ju turned pale, and took a step back, half of his body was exposed to the skylight.

Chi Shuhuan was surprised and said: "Brother, you..."

Lu Ju ignored him, pushed him away with one hand, and pulled out Chi Shuhuan's Huimo long sword hanging behind his back with the other hand.

Chi Shuhuan said: "Brother, your soul power is limited, if you continue like this, you will—"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Ju had already stabbed Yukang's crossbow suspended in the air with his sword.Like a hole being poked open in a cave, a gust of stale wind suddenly blew out from Yukang's crossbow, and disappeared along with the black gold thread.The fire bell rolled to the ground, before he could speak, he took a step forward and hugged Lu Ju's leg, "Master, no! You let Sikong go!"

Lu Ju's expression was unkind, and his eyes drifted into the cave.

Meng Yunzhong's chest was opened with a huge bloody mouth, and the blood was still gurgling, but the person walked slowly towards the magic lock circle, almost distorted.His right hand, whose veins had been severed by him, was stained with blood, and was still unconsciously pointing at it as a sword, pointing to the air, and slowly sketching out a divine spell.

The talisman seals tens of thousands of flames, the wind blows and the wind comes.Lu Ju once used the same method to create clouds, water and sky thunder to rescue all beings in the Three Realms.

But now, the spirit of that young man entered the body of another deceased outside of the beautiful body.

In Sikong Hu's eyes, there is no Three Realms. To him, there is not much difference between controlling dragons and ghosts, or controlling people and corpses.He just wanted to save someone.

Meng Yunzhong was controlled by Sikong Hu to walk into the center of the magic lock formation, and the last stroke will be completed.The huge seal of the emperor's clothes fell from the sky, slowly pressing down on the top of the incomplete cave, thunderbolts and broken rocks splashed away, and what followed into the cave was the first silent snowfall of this winter.

Lu Ju skimmed Sikong Hu's stiff body, walked straight to the collapsed magic lock formation, and pulled out the Taiwei Sword from under the clothes of the Emperor of Heaven who were about to snap together.

The tip of the sword was still trembling, with a wisp of white air waving like a fish's tail.

It was Sikong Hu's shattered soul, and the last piece of peace between heaven and earth.

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Whisper it, it will be over in a while.

In fact, there is no BE, but I am really a BE lover and I post four!

And the one who finished it manually for me, you have the kind to run away