Chapter 115 Back to the Red Sky

The sharpness of this soul sword is far beyond Wu Pengwei's expectations.

The soul knife in his hand is only an ordinary thing in the five soul weapons, and even the beast soul is a fierce beast "fire civet" similar to the "snake", but the soul sword forged by Wu Pengwei is really too sharp, and even the "fire civet" beast soul was split in half before it could react.

The soul knife is corroded by venom and melts like snow water under the scorching sun.

A wisp of red fireworks on the eroded soul knife ran into the air and turned into a red civet cat beast the size of a wild dog. It roared in the air, and the whole body burst like fireworks, an inch of red, and the burning air sizzled.

This is the "fire civet" beast soul. The soul knife was destroyed, and it was also seriously injured. Wu Pengwei, who wanted to devour the knife crazily.

Unfortunately, Wu Pengwei is a big connoisseurs in playing with fire. How can he be hurt by a "fire beaver" in this area? With a flick of his fingers, a wisp of ignorant soul fire pops out. A smoke in the void cracks, and the invisible soul fire completely devours the flame of the "fire civet". When the sky is blows up and shrinks, it is invisible.

Only then did Wu Pengwei put the short sword in the palm of his hand. On the dark red blade, a trace of black thin silk floated, just like blood.

On the black lines, the air is faintly blue and purple.

And at the sword and the eel, the shrinking light and shadow of the "shaking snake" flashed by.

Slightly turning the wrist, the cold and sharp air came, like a knife and an axe

"What a good sword!"

not far away, Zhu Wu Neng was standing at the entrance of the boundary and gave a thumbs up. Unexpectedly, as soon as the sound came out, he received a shiver on the top of his head.

"It's not big or small. How do you talk when you see your uncle, Sanjie?" The crisp child's voice of Lv'er came from afar. His hands were on the top of Zhu Wneng's head, and his legs were knocked between Zhu Wneng's neck, and stranded in one place. Lv'er only wore a red belly pocket, and his skin was snow-white. He was so cute. His pink fists kept tapping on Zhu Wu Neng's head, as if he was playing coquettishly.

Only Zhu Wu can know the weight of this fist. Lv'er's two small hands are not as wide as half of his palm, but every punch is full of power and unspeakable. How can he know that Lv'er's real body is a Xu Mi Linglong furnace. This furnace is made of nine black iron, which is extremely heavy, with tens of thousands of catties. Green'er's fist is solid. It's the same as right and wrong.

"I see, boss, I see. Don't fight." Zhu Wu could quickly begivated and turned around with a pig's head face and shouted to Wu Pengwei, "Uncle."

The voice is as tragic as a dead mother.

"Well, good boy, Sanjie is really a good boy." Only then did Lv'er satisfactorily brush down a few wisps of loose pigs and hairs on Zhu Wu Neng's forehead.

"Drive, three precepts, go over." Lv'er urged the enlightenment to pass like a horse.

Wu Neng came immediately, and the pace was steady, fast and comfortable, which was really comparable to a thousand-mile horse.

Wu Pengwei scratched his head: "Lv'er, have you changed the name of Mr. Wu Neng?"

Lv'er's little head suddenly nodded like garlic, "Yes, I gave this name for Sanjie. Uncle, do you think it sounds good? Sanjie, tell me the origin of this name."

Mr. Wu Neng said with a bitter face, "Master Green said, I want to quit the three thoughts, greed, desire and money?"

"Money?" The first two are easy to understand, but the last financial thought made Wu Pengwei a little puzzled.

"That is, all the property obtained by the three precepts belongs to the owner of Lv'er. Eneng, no, the three precepts are one of the owner's property. The three precepts have handed over all the secret property that he buried in the skin of his body." Zhu Wu's tone was bleak and stiff when he spoke, and he wished to bite off his tongue.

Wu Pengwei only felt cold all over when he heard this. Zhu Huuneng's tone was like a resentful woman. The most important thing was that this guy was extremely greedy. Looking at his words and deeds, he was simply a miser. Now he volunteered to hand over all his property to Lv'er, which was like a hungry wolf who saw the lamb and was indifferent.

"Greener, how did you do it?" Wu Pengwei came up and asked quietly.

Lv'er tilted her little head and thought for a moment, and then said with a smile, "No, I just ate a few sugar beans for Sanjie."

"Sugar beans? Do you take the elixir ** Wu Neng?" Wu Pengwei looked at the pig's head with contempt.

Is this one killed by a few strange elixirs? It's not like the style of a pig's head.

Zhu Wunieng smiled miserably, as if his mother had died: "What kind of sugar bean is it? He gave me a hundred different magic elixir."

Lv'er punched Zhu Wneng angrily, and the latter immediately closed his mouth knowingly.

Lu'er said angrily, "Isn't sugar beans delicious? These 100 wonderful elixirs include the 'fishy elixir' made by the birth of the ancient poisonous dragon snake. Smell it can make people half-hearted. There are also the 'broken intestine powder' made by the feces of the ancient feather snake and the shell of the black turtle. The dust-sized point is enough to make people's acupuncture points close, the meridians atrophy, and a little strange poison bag of the red fire crane... .........”

Lv'er is like several treasures. He has said many names of elixirs that Wu Pengwei has never heard of, but the only thing that can be confirmed is that these elixirs are extremely poisonous, and each of them can kill people to death in an instant.

Wu Pengwei took a deep breath: "Lv'er, why, Wu Neng is still standing alive at this moment..."

Lv'er smiled and said, "That's because all kinds of poisons produce and produce the most delicious sugar beans."

Zhu Wuneng smiled bitterly: "This sugar bean is extremely poisonous, and it can't be cured. It can only temporarily relieve its poison. I need to ask my owner for an antidote every day. Otherwise, if I haven't taken the antidote within a day, my skin will collapse and turn into a pool of blood, and no one can save it."

Lv'er punched Zhu Wuneng again: "Nonsense, can't I save you? As long as you are obedient, I promise you can live for tens of thousands of years."

Zhu Wu Neng looked at Lv'er with incomparable resentment, buried his head, and said nothing.

Wu Pengwei's heart was cold. He raised his eyes and looked at Lv'er again. He only felt creepy.

"Well, Lv'er, let's take the three precepts back to the red sky." Wu Pengwei touched Zhu Wuneng's white and tender head and said.

Greener raised his arms and cheered: "Okay, Sanjie, drive..."

Wu Neng only feels that he is more bitter than Huang Lian.

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Chitian City, the fourteenth night away from Wu Pengwei.

The wind is blowing, the rain is continuous, and the sky and the earth are dark.

The huge eaves and hexagonal building of Wanzhen Pavilion is like a huge fierce beast lurking in the corner of Chitian City. It is gloomy and deep. The sound of a heavy gold and iron strike comes intermittently from the Wanzhen Pavilion. Each sound is as heavy as a brass big lu, and it spreads to the other side of the night.

Guan Lin sat cross-legged in the hall on the second floor of Wanzhen Pavilion, quietly adjusting his breath, but the slight trembling between his fingers showed his restless mind.

"It's the fifteenth night. Tomorrow is the appointed day. I don't know how the soul knife refining of the 'Iron Scorpion Master' is going? This scorpion-tail soul knife is extremely difficult to refine, and the captured 'stinging scorpion' is a fierce beast ranked 43. It is fierce and difficult to tame. I don't know if the master can tame it. Alas, the old man is stubborn and won't let me intervene. It's really urgent.

Although Guan Lin tried his best to suppress his mood, his breathing gradually became heavier.

The power of his qi and blood was uncontrollable, and hundreds of soul weapons hanging in the space of ten thousand steps on the second floor suddenly trembled, making a "buzzing" sound, which faintly resonated with the overflowing power of qi and blood.

"That's all. I can't take care of it. I have to break into the casting room. I can't control the rules of the old iron man."

Guan Lin got up, his qi and blood converged, and he wanted to rush into the cast iron room.

But at this moment, there was a loud noise above his head, and a kind of lightning shot down in the air.

A sharp and harsh sound of scorpion tearing through the thunder and lightning and resounded over the whole Wanzhen Pavilion.

"It's done, it's done, it's cast." Guan Lin was ecstatic, and the power of qi and blood could no longer be suppressed. Hundreds of soul soldiers on the second floor suddenly escaped from the bondage like dragons and snakes, dancing around Guan Lin.

"Hmm, the Chamber of Commerce, you are dead this time."

On a rainy night, Guan Lin laughed in a long voice.