The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

In the Taixuan Continent, a land in the extreme south, there is a mountain named Yanhuo, with a radius of three hundred miles, and the raging fire on the top of the mountain does not disperse all year round.

A beam of light came from the north at an extremely fast speed and shot towards a deep valley, followed by countless light spots, bright or dark, like a wasp that had been stabbed in its nest, desperately chasing the culprit , It is bound to be smashed into pieces!

"Hmm..." The damaged flying boat had already been used to the end, and it instantly turned into powder before it landed. Mo Tianliao fell firmly to the ground, curled up in a hurry and rolled over.The already tattered black clothes were immediately rolled in a circle of grass clippings and mud.

There is no grass on the top of the Yanshan Mountain, but under the mountainside, it is lush and green. The surrounding mountains stand tall and straight into the sky.This place is a canyon between two high mountains. The ground is flat and covered with green grass. Only a thick dwarf tree grows in the middle of the valley, which looks very abrupt.

Mo Tianliao took a breath, and moved his body towards the short tree with difficulty. He couldn't use his legs, so he supported himself with both hands, leaning against the tree trunk and barely sat up straight.

He has been on the run for 39 days, all the spiritual treasures in his body have been damaged, and his body is already at the end of its strength.Trying to circulate the remaining true energy in the tendons, a burning pain came from the dantian, and he choked out a mouthful of blood.

As a long-established master of magic weapon refining, Mo Tianliao hadn't been in such a mess for a long time.He just had a whim, and used some strange materials to refine the weapon. He didn't expect that when the furnace was opened, it would trigger a celestial phenomenon, causing the entire cultivation world to know that Venerable Calcined Heaven was about to forge a divine weapon capable of destroying heaven and earth.

"Meow!" A childish cry came from the chest, and a white paw protruded from the tattered black silk clothes. After scratching it left and right, I found that it was not the usual neckline of the probe, but a new tattered paw added today. Hole, suddenly scratched his paw angrily.There was only a "stab" sound, and the outer shirt, which was originally only a small hole, was completely torn.

Venerable Calcined Heaven's last portable spiritual treasure was destroyed by a cat's claw...

"Master, this is the only clothes left for me to cover my body, can't you let me die decently?" Mo Tianliao wiped the corners of his mouth, lowered his head helplessly, watching the white ball of hair regenerate. He got out of the opening, and shook his grass-smeared paws in distaste.

It was a very beautiful white kitten, there was no variegation in Ruxue's fur, and the big round eyes were like a pair of light-colored glass, which was too beautiful to behold.

The kitten crouched on Mo Tianliao's chest and looked at him quietly. The originally handsome face was covered by a few streaks of blood. For a cat who only cares about the smoothness of its fur, the face that could only be seen suddenly became more beautiful. ugly.So he straightened up, raised his paw, and gave him a slap.

Mo Tianliao grabbed the little paw and kissed it, "Little claw, I..."

"Mo Tianliao, where can I run away!" Before one person and one cat could say their goodbyes, those "hornets" had already arrived.

All kinds of flying swords and flying boats, carrying men and women from different sects, all gathered in the valley in one breath.

Raising his hand to stuff the kitten into the tree hole behind him, Mo Tianliao lazily leaned on the tree trunk, watching everyone coldly.Among these people are his enemies, old friends, subordinates, Taoist cultivators, demon cultivators, and compassionate Buddhist cultivators...

"Chentian, don't make any more unnecessary resistance, hand over the artifact, and we won't bother you any more." Elder Yunhe of Qingyun Sect stroked his snow-white beard and said righteously.

"Old Yunhe, don't be hypocritical there," the bone ancestor of Wanguimen smiled strangely, and raised his hand to sacrifice a small black flag. I want you to have a taste of this soul-eating banner!"

As soon as the withered bone ancestor said this, the few people who were close to him retreated one after another.

The world's weapons are roughly divided into six classes.

A mortal sharp blade is called a weapon, it can be used by a person who cultivates immortals, it is called a magic weapon, it can be controlled by the soul, it is called a treasure weapon, it can be nourished by spiritual power, and it can be killed by leaps and bounds. device.As for the legendary artifact that can destroy the world, no one has seen it so far, except for the one that Mo Tianliao has not yet fully mastered.

The soul-eating banner in the hands of the ancestor withered bones is a high-grade spiritual weapon close to a fairy weapon. It is said that it is condensed from a thousand unjust souls. If it is swallowed by it, the three souls and seven souls will be torn by thousands of evil spirits. Even death will never be liberated.

"Soul Devouring Banner..." Mo Tianliao looked at the gray and black gilt flag, "It's just a waste product."

"What did you say?" Withered Bones Patriarch was startled.

Mo Tianliao touched the gnarled tree roots on the ground with one hand, and his fingertips moved slightly. "Old man with bones, do you remember what you did when you asked me to make you a soul-eating banner?"

Hearing this, the face of the withered bone patriarch suddenly became extremely ugly.

At the beginning, Mo Tianliao told him that in order for this soul-eating thing to be in harmony with a person's soul, it needs the efforts of that person's 49 blood relatives.He killed all his relatives, and couldn't make up enough, so he killed seven of his concubines.Clinker, when Mo Tianliao got the bottle of blood, he just casually used it to draw a pattern. He said that the blood from his fingertips was the same, but he just thought that flowers drawn with blood from his heart looked better.

This incident has become an insurmountable heart demon for the ancestor of the withered bones, so that his cultivation base has hardly improved in a hundred years.

"If a person with such a surly temper possesses a divine weapon, my cultivation world will be in danger." The elders of the Qingyun Sect sighed repeatedly, and the well-known and decent Taoist cultivators nodded one after another.

Although people in the Demon Dao disdain Qing Yunzong's argument, they also agree with this statement. The Demon Dao has always been a state of disunity. If Mo Tianliao has a divine weapon, with his moody temperament, no one will be able to live a good life at that time.

The kind-faced Buddha Xiu chanted the Buddha's name: "Your Majesty, cut yourself off."

Feeling the little paw in the tree hole behind him that kept scratching him, Mo Tianliao couldn't help showing a little smile: "There are not enough fairy artifacts in the world, have you ever really seen them?"

Everyone had a bad premonition in their hearts. The Venerable Calcined Heaven had been chased and killed by them for more than a month. Because of the countless spiritual weapons in their hands, they suffered heavy casualties. Now they finally ran out of treasures and forced him into this deep valley. , Is there any other trick?

Sure enough, before everyone could react, the dark cliffs on both sides suddenly shone with light, and the originally green grass suddenly turned into blood-red spikes. !

"Everyone who comes here is a guest, so that you can take a look at it, the pinnacle work of my Venerable Zintian." Mo Tianliao was still lazily leaning on the tree trunk, smiling lightly, as if he was just inviting everyone to come home for a drink Tea.

"Ah—" Wherever Baoguang went, it was invincible, and instantly split several monks into blood mist.

"Cintian, stop!" The elder of Qingyun Sect reacted, and quickly jumped into the air with his flying sword. People with high cultivation bases followed suit, and those with poor cultivation bases who were a little slower all died thoroughly.

Before the people in the air could breathe a sigh of relief, a light curtain formed from the tops of the cliffs on both sides with a "buzz", like a huge pot turned upside down, cutting off everyone's way. The unhurried speed keeps closing.

"Oops, once we touch the dome of light, I will..." Looking back at the stumped limbs and arms on the ground, the horror in everyone's hearts was beyond words.

"This thing is called the Valley of Ten Kills, a high-grade fairy weapon, ten deaths and no life." Mo Tianliao introduced his proud work with great interest. The so-called Ten Kills means that everything in the valley will be killed, no matter what. Regardless of status, regardless of cultivation level, even the fairy artifact itself will be destroyed in the end.

"Xin Tian, ​​you lunatic!"

"My lord, please forgive me, we were instigated to do such foolish things!"

"Sir..."

"Calcinating the sky..."

Cursing, begging for mercy, and crying all over the sky with the increasingly intense blood dance.

Mo Tianliao slid down, turned his head, and pressed his face against the fist-sized tree hole.This tree hole is the only life gate in the Valley of Ten Kills, it was originally used to put his suicide note, but now it just fits his cat.

Kissing the hairy head inside, Mo Tianliao whispered: "Fortunately, you and I haven't signed the blood contract yet, and I won't be around in the future, you have to live well, don't teach others to catch fish... learn to catch fish by yourself Eat, don't be hungry just because you are greedy for fun..."

The chattering voice became smaller and smaller. As early as three days ago, Mo Tianliao had been fatally injured. At this moment, he could no longer hold on, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Mi?" The white kitten raised its paw and patted his face. The idiot who usually smiled and rubbed against him when he woke him up didn't come closer, and his eyes were still tightly closed.

The mask on the sky is getting closer and closer, and after a while, this stupid guy will be cut into blood foam, the kitten anxiously pushed Mo Tianliao's nose, seeing that he was not moving, he tried to get closer Go over and lick it.喂，本座已经舔你了，还敢继续装睡就要挨揍了！Hello!

The expected intimacy didn't come, what was there was just more and more glaring light.

"Boom!" After a loud noise, the entire valley was turned into ruins, mountains and rocks toppled, no grass grew, stumps were everywhere, and blood flowed into rivers.There is only one bare dwarf tree standing tall.

From now on, you will be my cat, with my surname...

Yo, such a beautiful tomcat...

Scratch me again, you will be called Mo Xiaozhuo from now on, ouch, it hurts...

Uncle Little Claw, I ate fish, give me a kiss, ouch, it hurts...

"Meow... Meow..." The immature voice echoed in the empty valley for a long time, and the person who would have the cheek to lean over to scratch him was gone.

The author has something to say: Mo Tianliao (motianliao) is a gong, referred to as a carpenter (hey!