Chapter 812, still sword

So when I was in the mysterious world of Tianhu, the whole process I saw on the scrolls of Tianzhu was actually a renewal.
Li Mu habitually licked his temple.
wrong.
The things on the scrolls of Scorpio are not necessarily all wrong.
Because it is displayed in the perspective of the six races, according to the old gods, the six races are not the main force of the battlefield of the year, but only the peripheral personnel, so the scrolls of the sky show only the peripheral wars, what they see from their perspective. For the existence of the old gods, it may not be worth mentioning, but for Li Mu at that time, it was still very shocking.
The pony crosses the river.
Different people, seeing the same things, get different feelings.
"Now the six major races are gathering forces, and they are coming to the earth. The gates of the ancient ancestors in the Qinling Mountains should be the means of the ancestors of the six races." Li Mu said everything he knew.
The implication is obvious, the old guy, it is time to show your path of cultivation, to crush all of your slag.
However, the old gods stick obviously did not pick up this embarrassment, still compelled, said: "What six ethnic ancestors, in my eyes, is the weak chicken, not enough fear, now the most need to worry about the battlefield seal loose, This was the key to the birth of the traitor who really caused the collapse of the big picture."
Li Mu’s heart trembled.
indeed.
According to the description of the old gods, the betrayal of the six races is not worth mentioning. The real threat, within the Xuanhuang tribe, the descendants of the betrayer, or the betrayal of the dead, will be fatal once they land on the earth. Killing.
Think about it this way, even Li Mu does not feel any threat to the six ancestors.
Anything is afraid of contrast.
People are more dead than people, and goods are thrown.
"Who were the traitors in those days?" Li Mu asked.
"Own people."
"Own people?"
"Of course, the betrayal of one's own people is called betrayal. The ruling ethnic anti-water, that is, parting ways, how much loss can be."
Li Mu squats on his forehead and maintains patience. He said: "Can you be specific? Who is your own person?"
The old stick is taken for granted: "How do I know that I am not a Xuanhuang people."
"I..." Li Mu had the urge to jump up and beat the old gods.
Old gods said: "I didn't make a joke with you. This thing, I had a little concern at the beginning. The most terrible thing is that the Xuanhuang people have been inserted behind their own people, but they have not found out who is the knife, otherwise you I thought, why should all the large units be sealed in the battlefield instead of cutting off the betrayers and then sealing the demon outside the domain?"
Li Mu is speechless.
At that time, he thought that the Xuanhuang tribes used the last means to seal the battlefield in order to protect the earth, protect this star field, and isolate the outer world.
But now, think carefully, the old stick said it makes sense.
If the gods can join together to seal the demon outside the domain, then you can find a way to vacate your own people, and then seal the demon outside the domain, so at least you can keep the seeds of their own civilization, the common seal is simply the means of the same.
Things are not terrible to a certain extent, the ghosts are willing to die together.
"So, when young people encounter things in the future, they must think more, use their brains, don't be led by others." The old stick saw Li Mu's expression, so the advice was given.
Li Mudao: "The Xuan Huang people themselves can't figure out who is the traitor. This is a bit outrageous. Now the seal is loose. If the descendants of the betrayers come out first, isn't it a big mess?"
The old nodded and said: "Yes, so things are very troublesome."
Li Mudao: "It seems that the old man has a long way to go."
The old stick looks strange: "What is it about me? It is your responsibility."
"Hey things?" Li Mu also looked surprised: "I am a king of the first stage of the world, plus the body can only smash the king's descendants, you let me go to God and Xuan, the descendants of the gods of the dynasty to desperately? Now this situation, no Should it be a peerless predecessor who is invincible in your way?"
"Well, the word "predecessor" is used well." The old stick first affirmed Li Mu’s speech, then spread his hand and said: "This is the case. I recently closed my hand and can't shoot, so I can't help."
"Who are you cheating?" Li Mu did not agree at the time: "I have heard of closed mouth, where is there any closed Zen, oh, it's all burning eyebrows, how can you be lazy?"
The old stick shifted the topic and said: "Don't care about these useless things... Say an imminent little thing, when the Xuanhuang tribes, one of them, had descendants, a few days ago, came over the lights. Temple, I have seen one side, that young man, terrible."
"The descendants of God? Why come to the Burning Temple?" Li Mudao.
The old said: "Because many years ago, I used to borrow a sword from their family. He came to take the sword."
"Why borrow the sword of others?"
"At that time, I thought that the sword was very good. I borrowed it to play. I originally planned to get tired of it and sent it back. Who knows that I haven’t waited for me to play, and the Xuanhuang people played autistic and sealed their whole family. This sword I can't send it back."
"What about your face? Are you grabbing it?"
"There is no big difference anyway. You know what it means. The young man is now in the Lantern Temple in Baoji City. You are going to fight with him. It means meaning, lose a trick and return the sword. All right."
"Why don't you go yourself?"
"The good rules of the year, their descendants came to take the sword, my descendants played with him, and then, what is the identity of my old man, if I personally shot, I am not being laughed at by the younger generation, I have to be shameless. ?"
"It’s like you have to face your face before." Li Mu muttered, saying: "What about the sword?"
The old stick picked up the toothpick and said, "I told you a few years ago that the meat of the noodles is broken a little, otherwise it is easy to stuff the teeth... the sword comes."
He reached out.
Behind the Daxiong Hall, there was a voice of swords.
The statue of the ancient Buddha, which has been somewhat ruined in the temple, glows with glory. The sound of the Sanskrit is like a tide of the sea. It is filled with air, but it is not scattered. It is only filled in the temple of the burning lantern. It is out of the temple, but it is lonely and silent. .
Silver light flows.
Buddha opening, a touch of Jianguang, flying over the old gods fell stick hands.
Aomine feet edged sword is, that if the youthful, smooth as a mirror, such as stars Jianguang, hands move around in the old gods stick, a ray of cold blowing.
"Sword called ancient Sword, contaminated blood of God, God does not kill Liuxian, killing Foyi cut magic, very famous, quiet for thousands of years, and today, finally a secular." Old gods stick mouth blowing, Before the Jianfeng, the airflow was visible to the naked eye as a wave. "With the power of compassion of the ancient Buddha, the suppression of the pregnancy for a thousand years, only wiped out part of the killing, and then, the robbery is coming again."
He was raising his hand, threw the swords of Li Mu hands.
Li Mu held the hilt and only felt that a bitter chill came in. The half arm was instantly frozen.
"Really it is a killing sword."
Li Mu scared.
How many souls can this sword kill so that it can condense such murder?
And this is still after the ancient Buddha's body has been purified by the Buddha vanguard for thousands of years. If there is no such thousands of years, Li Mu has no doubt that the moment he holds the sword will be smashed by the killing of the sword. .
"When you were, because the person holding this sword made too many kills, so I won the sword?" Li Mu suspected: "I want to resolve the murderousness in the sword, or want to stop the person from killing again." industry?"
"Oh, it turns out that in your heart, I am so noble?" The old stick grinned and said: "I was only suspected that the master of this sword was related to the traitor, so I won the sword and later checked. A few times, no evidence was found. After so many years, his descendants have come out, and you will return the sword."
Li Mu runs the exercises and forcibly suppresses the cold and cold intentions in the sword. He closes up and says, "You are not afraid. Will this fierce sword return to the person's hands and then kill the industry?"
"An era has a protagonist of an era. That person has had few rivals, but nowadays, the protagonist of the era is no longer his, and the decision is ultimately about people, not swords." The old gods sticked a few words with emotion. Golden sentence'.
"If you want to lead the snake out of the hole, you will say it directly." Li Mu sighed and said: "After digging at the door of the Zen room to lie to me, you are now more and more insidious."
The old wrath said: "You roll, change my practice back, I am going to change one."
Li Mu smiled and said: "Listen to what you just said, I want to go to Jintaiguan and fight with one of those who passed on, and lost to the sword. If you win, you must bring the sword back... You are the rule. I am very embarrassed, this sword, I am afraid I can’t send it out."
The old gods suddenly laughed.
"You are really a frog at the bottom of the well. Is the kingland invincible? I am afraid that when you arrive, you will be crying and crying by the stupid boy of Jintaiguan. Otherwise, why did I pull him to play mahjong and deliberately lose to He is a million? It’s all for communication, let him be merciful, don’t kill you.

"You lost the mahjong, it is because you have a bad hand technique." Li Mu spit out.
The old stick stood up: "You don't leave, I want to kill you."
Li Mu immediately took it seriously and said: "I am going to return the sword. You have to solve the problem of the ancient ancestral gate of Qin Lin. Although the six groups of ancestors are not a big problem, if they invade the earth, they will still be very troublesome."
Old gods said: "What jokes do you make, that kind of little things have to let me do it. What have I been doing for you for so many years? My old man’s shot is to destroy the planet and destroy the planet... I am really repairing it. Hand meditation, so everything is handed over to you, including the descendants of the gods who came out of the battlefield, and you will solve it."
Li Mudao: "I am not kidding, saying something right."
"I didn't make a joke. I can't shoot."
"Are you pushing the three resistances and four, is it already abolished? After all, staying on the earth in the last days of the law for so long, will not break the foundation?"
"roll."
Li Mu wolfed out of the burning lantern temple.
A group of old men outside were waiting in the eye, and when they saw Li Mu coming out, they all laughed.
"Go, go to my house to eat oily noodles." Old Zhangtou is very enthusiastic.
Li Mugang wanted to speak a good word. The result came the voice of the old stick: "The mahjong practice time has begun. One is missing three, who is going to speed, and it is not expired..."
"I am coming." The old Zhangtou broke into the first lightning bolt.
Li Mu is a bit aggressive.
Say good to your home to eat oily noodles?
Other old men are also coming in.
Li Mu is messy in the wind.
This is really close to the Zhu people who are close to the black. The unsophisticated grandfathers of the year, now infected by the old gods sticks like this... Fortunately, I have already eaten my own noodles.
Li Mu stood at the entrance of the Lantern Temple.
Across the low peaks, the river valley below, the buildings in the valley, the drowning water under the buildings... The eyes crossed the Lishui River Valley, and in the northwest direction, on the ups and downs of the mountains, the Jintai View is bright and shining, it is Baoji City. One of the landmark night scenes.
In contrast, the light from several incandescent bulbs in the Lantern Temple is a bit shabby.
Northwest, southeast.
Relatively distant.
Li Mu knows very well that the old stick says no matter, that is true.
The sword, the gate of the ancient ancestors, the descendants of the gods...
The chaotic situation seems to depend on him alone.
Damn, why?
Li Mu is very wronged.
He just wanted to go down the mountain, and suddenly remembered a very strange question. He turned and asked: "I have always been very curious. You are a Taoist. Why do you live in a Buddhist temple, the ancient Buddha dedicated to the Great Hall, not the three ancestors?

I know that you are trying to send me a blade, but... the cold is really getting worse and worse, the fever is not retreating, the brain is hurting, and the writing is very slow.