At the same time, True Lord Xin Shen had just entered Yunli's sea of consciousness when a brilliant golden light shot out from the depths of her sea of consciousness. Wherever it passed, there was no living thing except Wei Lin for a hundred miles.
True Lord Xin Shen's eyes were full of fear, with the Moli Sword stuck behind his back. He slowly fell down as Yunli was stunned. Before he could fall to the ground, he turned into powder and scattered in the wind, leaving only a cluster of faint blue flames and An ink-colored ring floats in the air.
Looking at Yunli in front of him who was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth, Wei Lin felt relieved, his eyes slightly lowered, and naturally fell on the lingering blue light of Moli Sword. His eyes were a little blurry, and there seemed to be two figures in the shadows.
He subconsciously widened his eyes, trying to see clearly, but the surrounding scenery gradually became distorted. After a period of dizziness, the sun, breeze, green shade, and waterside pavilions appeared little by little.
The girl in apricot-yellow clothes walked slowly, stuffed a long carved red lacquer box into the hands of the young man in front of her who was half a head taller than her, and smiled: "Here, it's for you, a birthday gift!"
The tone is brisk, and the ending seems to be a little sad inadvertently.
The young man was a little stunned, as if he had not expected to receive a gift, and murmured: "Is it for me?"
"Yes, open it and take a look." The girl tilted her head slightly, her eyes as bright as the Milky Way.
The young man seemed a little nervous. He pursed his lips and slowly opened the wooden box. A long blue sword appeared in his eyes.
Wei Lin was stunned. Although the sword was hidden in an exquisite and gorgeous scabbard, he was all too familiar with the blue hilt, the small milky white flowers on the sword grid, and the silver branches and leaves under the flowers.
It was Mo Lijian.
The young man held the sword and slowly unsheathed it. A faint blue light lingered, and the blade was like ice and snow, giving off the thrill of cutting hair with a blow.
"Like it?"
The young man nodded and slowly brushed the blade of the sword with his fingertips. He was overflowing with surprise. After a long time, he reluctantly moved his eyes away from the sword, and his voice became softer unconsciously: "What's its name?"
The girl smiled and said: "It doesn't have a name yet. You are its first owner, so you can give it a name!"
"first?"
"Yes, it has just been forged. You are its first owner, and maybe its only owner."
The young man looked steadily at the girl with a charming smile in front of him. The tenderness in his eyes seemed to flow out. He thought for a while and said softly: "Just call her, Mo Li."
"Mo Li." The girl murmured, as if she had thought of something, her eyes moved, and she raised her eyes and asked carefully: "Is this what you mean by Mo Li?"
The young man turned away, his white jade face stained with mist, and let out a mosquito-like hum.
The cautiousness in the girl's eyes suddenly disappeared. A smile appeared in her almond-shaped eyes, and then it became deeper and deeper. It climbed to the corners of her mouth, revealing two shallow pear dimples: "It's a name like that, it's so good!"
The boy's face suddenly turned red, even the roots of his ears were brightly colored, but the corners of his lips couldn't stop rising.
After a while, someone seemed to be coming from a distance, and the girl said goodbye with a smile and left.
Watching the girl's retreating figure, the young man tightened his grip on the sword and said firmly: "I wish to use this sword to protect her from worries in her life."
Are you going to die now?
What was that golden light just now?
Yunli blinked his eyes, unable to believe that a Nascent Soul Lord had just vanished into ashes.
Seeing that the ink-colored storage ring was about to fall, she subconsciously reached out to catch it, but unexpectedly, the faint blue flame also flew towards her and flew into the center of her eyebrows.
Die, die!
The burning sensation flowed through her body as the blue flames. She quickly mobilized her spiritual power to stop it, but unexpectedly, there was a flash of crimson light in her blood. The flowing blue flames suddenly seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and then the crimson glow gathered into a small flame, happily The ground rushed towards the blue flames. The blue flames trembled and were swallowed up by the crimson flames before even taking a breath!
The crimson flame that swallowed up the blue flame looked like a fat baby with a bulging belly. After a very humane burp, it did not merge into the blood again, but swayed to her Dantian. at.
Yunli was stunned. Although she didn't know what was going on, she thought it was a good thing to make a date. The situation was urgent now, so she couldn't care about it.
When she came back to her senses, she saw that Wei Lin's expression was a little sluggish, and she felt anxious again. Wouldn't senior brother also be crushed by the golden light?
He stretched out his hand and poked it carefully. It was warm, but it didn't turn into ashes. He was still alive. Then he pulled his arm reassuringly and urged: "Why are you dazed? Run quickly!"
With her tug, the dizziness in Wei Lin's eyes dissipated, and when his vision became clear again, the waterside pavilion, the boy, and the girl all disappeared.
Is it an illusion?
He suppressed the doubts in his heart, glanced around, and said: "Take care of it, let's leave quickly."
Yunli said: "Let's burn this pile of corpses first. They died in vain for no reason. It's so tragic."
"You are interested in their storage bags, right?"
Wei Lin's fingertips were filled with green energy, and he piled up the sword boy's corpses in various directions, and each storage bag was rolled up by the vines.
Yunli took the storage bag and immediately threw a few fireballs: "That's my reward."
Huh? Why is the color of the fireball different from before?
Is it because of the crimson flames in the Dantian?
After disposing of the body, the two quickly cleared away their traces and left in a hurry.
After running thousands of miles away in one breath, the two of them stopped. Yunli exhaled a big breath, "It's safe for now. Nascent Soul Stage monks are too scary. I don't want to encounter this kind of situation again."
After muttering, she was a little surprised when she didn't hear Wei Lin's words. Seeing him wandering away, she raised her hand and waved in front of his eyes: "What are you doing? You've been absent-minded since the death of that Nascent Soul stage."
Then I thought of the terrifying golden light that killed the Nascent Soul cultivator, and I couldn't help but murmured: "You must have been fooled by that golden light, right?"
Wei Lin glanced at her sideways: "You just expect me to be stupid, right?"
He shook his head, raised Mo Li Sword horizontally to his chest, and said, "I saw the story of Mo Li Jian."
After a cup of tea, after listening to Wei Lin's story, Yunli nodded clearly: "Sure enough, this is a sword with a story!"
As long as weapons can produce spirituality, almost all of them require emotion, whether it is the emotion of the sword maker or the emotion of the sword holder, only the emotions of living beings, routines, full of routines.
She shook her head and said regretfully: "Hey, it seems that girl was wrong. Moli Sword has more than one owner."
She took out the cabin, set up the formation, went into the house and sat down, spreading her hands: "Dang Dang Dang!, although the process is a bit difficult, the harvest is still good!"
Looking at the ink-colored tail ring in her palm, Wei Lin raised his eyebrows and said, "Na ring?"
"Yeah! We're rich! We own all the belongings of a Nascent Soul Lord!"
She was happily about to open the ring to check the harvest, but stopped again, and said in Wei Lin's questioning eyes: "Be careful, be cautious. The experience of countless sages using blood tells us that it is true that extreme happiness leads to sorrow!"
Things in the field had a great impact on her, and she became even more wary of the Yuanying monks' methods. There was also the example of Shuangsheng. If they hadn't been clever that time, they might have inhaled some black energy and evil energy.
Thinking of Shuangjiang, she sighed again: "There are also Yuanying monks, and they have Najie. As for Shuangjiang, one of the four great killers of Canye Pavilion only has two broken storage bags. Tsk, tsk, tsk, Canye As expected, we can’t stay in the pavilion for long, we’re too poor!”
Then he thought that the Nascent Soul Master was from the Ye family, and that he appeared in the Sword Furnace. There was a 99% chance that he was a weapon refiner, and he said: "Sure enough, there is no shortage of technical talents. I have the vision and have mastered a skill early on." , as long as you develop firmly in this direction, become a master of Fu Zhuan, earn spiritual stones, receive spiritual pets, and reach the pinnacle of cultivation, it will be just around the corner!"
Wei Lin's face was covered with black lines and he rolled his eyes at her, "Hurry up and stop nagging."
When did you become a talkative person?
Yunli stuck out her tongue: "Come on, come on, get out of the way."
Pushing Wei Lin away, she made a big circle with Huanshi Ling, and then poured out all the items in the ring with a snap.
After observing from a distance to make sure there was nothing unusual, he jumped over and checked everything.
Wei Lin was stunned: "Is this your method?"
Why are you so tough? What if someone happened to pass by and snatched it away? What if there is a strange treasure among the objects and it makes some big noise? Or maybe there is some kind of shady spiritual plant that can be poured out like this and still not be destroyed?
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