Buried fire

When Zhuang Chao woke up, he found himself in a ruined temple.

The monster who caught him stood guard not far away with his tail up. Not long after, the door of the ruined temple was pushed open with an unpleasant creaking sound. Zhuang Chao narrowed his eyes and found that a child walked in.He looked about seven or eight years old, with disheveled hair and vacant eyes. After sweeping around the ruined temple several times, he found Zhuang Chao who was lying on the ground and tied like a rice dumpling by the other monsters.

"Where is the thing?" The child came over, squatted in front of Zhuang Chao, and whispered, "Where is the hilt?"

Zhuang Chao bit his lower lip and said nothing.

The injuries he suffered in the dungeon hadn't healed completely, and he was beaten up by those monsters just now, so he couldn't use any strength at the moment, and how to escape was still a problem.

"What hilt?" Zhuang Chao said, "I don't know."

"Don't pretend," the child stretched out his hand, and touched Zhuang Chao's eyelids with cold fingertips, "You found that white tiger sword hilt in the ghost market today, right?"

"I didn't find it." Zhuang Chao felt the child's fingernails on the eyelids slowly pricking out, and there was a slight pain on the eyelids. He gasped, "You ask me to think again, maybe I will." Don't get excited when you get up..."

The child paused, then laughed, but really didn't move.

But his hand didn't move away from above Zhuang Chao's head.

When we went to the ghost market tonight to overturn the stall of the ghost who sold evil things, Zhuang Chao never thought that he would find the hilt of the white tiger sword in such a place. The hilt of the sword with a murderous aura was taken and thrown in a corner.

I don't know whether to say that Zhuang Chao is very lucky or that this group of people is too ignorant.

Before he was knocked out, he used a spell to hide the hilt of the sword under the sofa of the police station, and almost used his remaining cultivation to seal it. At this time, he could not perceive the police station in the ruined temple. Seal, but judging from the kid's attitude, they didn't find the hilt.

Even though Zhuang Chao didn't know what they were looking for for the hilt, it was always bad for the things of the gods to fall into the hands of monsters.

"Have you figured it out?" the child asked.

"It was in my pocket before I was knocked out," Zhuang Chao said, "Maybe you dropped it when you brought me here?"

The child stared at Zhuang Chao for a while, then laughed out loud, and moved his hand away from above Zhuang Chao's head. Before Zhuang Chao could heave a sigh of relief, the claw stabbed into his shoulder suddenly, "You hid in the The police station, we've found it."

Zhuang Chao's breath was stagnant.

"Thousands of years ago, you disturbed the battlefield for the gods and prevented the demon world from attacking the heavens. You already aroused public anger." The child's voice was very cold, "I will think that you have repented and given you a chance after a thousand years. If you take the initiative to hand over the hilt of your sword I will spare your life."

"So," Zhuang Chao looked at him, "now you want to kill me?"

"Kill you? Don't worry," the child took out the hilt of the sword from his arms. "People from both worlds of demons and demons hate you to the core, so let you die like this, and it will be cheap for you."

Zhuang Chao blinked, and the blood on the eyelid that was pricked by the child just now finally dripped down, making a paste with the eyelashes.

He heard the child say: "Punishment, of course, must be the same."

That strong bad premonition spread from the bottom of his heart to his whole body, Zhuang Chao's eyes widened, as if he guessed what the child was going to do, his whole body tensed up, his neck also stretched out and twisted towards the child.

The child ignored him, and went to find a dark jar under the Buddha statue in the ruined temple. There was a fleshy worm in the jar. Zhuang Chao recognized that thing. It was a strange worm nourished by the shade of the devil , full of evil spirits, once contaminated, it will erode the inner body, even the gods are no exception, and the sword has long been connected with the gods along with the gods to fight in all directions.

He threw the hilt in, and after a piercing roar, a white star in the west flickered several times, then suddenly dimmed.

Zhuang Chao was stunned for a few seconds, as if he heard the roar of the tiger in the sky gradually weakened, he suddenly widened his eyes, and let out a heart-piercing roar from his throat.

The worm will erode the inner body of the hilt, and the hilt is connected with the god, that is, it is connected with Lu Zhenshu.

Lu Zhenshu will die.

Lu Zhenshu will die because of this matter!

When he brought the hilt of the sword out of the ghost city, he only thought that when he crossed the catastrophe in the future, Lu Zhenshu would be able to resist part of the catastrophe with his sword hilt, but he never thought that he would kill Lu Zhenshu so easily.

...He hurt Lu Zhenshu again.

It was because of him that Lu Zhenshu lost his life.

The child laughed even more when he heard his roar, the corners of his mouth curled up in an extremely annoying way, but he still wanted to ask softly, "How does it feel to watch him die and be powerless?"

"You want to punish, you want to catch criminals, you want to catch traitors, punish me!" Zhuang Chao stared at him, the demon lines on his face were fully revealed, "None of his business!"

The child looked at Zhuang Chao gloomily, grinned, and before he could say another word, a beam of red light shot in and cut off his head, jet black blood sprayed all over Zhuang Chao, and everyone around him The monster froze for a few seconds, then cried out in fear.

"Ai ai ai ai ai!" Someone came in like a gust of wind at the door, "Just tell you, you bastard, hurry up! The white tiger is going to die, why don't you put it there and sleep until he returns to his place He won't knock your turtle shell off!"

"Again, it's not mine, it's wrong," the person following behind stammered, "You, you didn't tell me beforehand, if you told me, I did, I'm sure, I won't sleep."

"Hey! I'm so annoying to you!" The man was dressed in fiery red clothes, threw himself into the jar, and reached out to take out the hilt of his sword. The worms were burnt clean, "See if there is any help?"

"It can be saved," Stammer took the hilt of the sword and put it back into his pocket, "No, there is nothing that cannot be saved, Tiger."

After finishing speaking, it was only now that I noticed Zhuang Chao who was still lying on the ground, and grinned, a small snake head emerged from his neck, and greeted Zhuang Chao friendly, " You, hello, long time no see, little, little Feifei."

"This way." Yin Zhu remembered Zhuang Chao's breath in the air, and flew over there with Lu Huanyi in his arms.

Lu Zhenshu flew beside them with his sword, his heart was in a mess, the evil spirit in the air and Zhuang Chao's accident made him unable to calm down.

After flying forward for a while, there was a sudden sharp pain in his heart, and a coolness spread from his fingers. He suddenly couldn't control his body, and fell straight from the sword. Yin Zhu reacted quickly and caught it with his tail. After leaving him, before he could speak, a tiger roar came from the sky.

Followed by, there are scattered clouds.

Above the heaven, there seems to be a green dragon roaring.

The Sifang God Lord was missing one, but the other three all resigned tonight, and the border of the heavens lost its defense and became a mess.The Emperor of Heaven sat on the highest point, looking at the dying star in the west, heaved a long sigh.

"This is what you wrote! What fate! Ah!" Qinglong raised his hand and slapped the fate fairy on the head every half a sentence, "My family! Baihu! I let you! So! Did you abuse me! Ah !?"

"Hey hey..." Mingge Xianjun hid while protecting his head, "God Lord, don't be angry, it was Xuanwu God Lord who said that he wanted the white tiger to return earlier, so I wrote it like this..."

"You just wrote it like this!" Qinglong slapped him again, "It almost killed Lao Tzu's white tiger! His sword was made of his fairy bones! After being corroded! He can! Have a good end!! "

"The Xuanwu God and the Suzaku God have both descended to protect the hilt of the sword. It shouldn't matter, it shouldn't matter," Mingge Xianjun pulled out a piece of paper from the bottom, and said, "The Emperor of Heaven ordered the White Tiger God to suffer all the sufferings of the world. , took his soul, only released part of it to reincarnate, and now it has only been reincarnated for a few lives..."

Before he finished speaking, Qinglong glared at him again.

"If you want to come back early, you can only let him suffer a lot, and his soul is worrying," said Mingge Xianjun. Reunited, the white tiger reappears."

As soon as the words fell, a fairy fell outside the hall.

"Heavenly Emperor has an order," the immortals outside the hall did not dare to come in, and shouted outside, "The gods of the four directions, the white tiger who supervises the soldiers, return to their positions immediately."