A familiar woman's body fragrance floated in front of his nose, which suddenly calmed down Mu Qing's heart that was about to be torn apart, but he immediately said anxiously: "You can't help me, get out of here quickly." Although Murong Jing said After the Taoist contract was lifted, his Taoist heart no longer had any worries, but Mu Qing did not intend to let Murong Jing take any risks.
Murong Jing's eyes trembled, and her pretty face was filled with sadness and anger. After her eyes stopped behind Mu Qing for a moment, she nodded silently, left Mu Qing temporarily, and retreated to the entrance of the passage.
Seeing Murong Jing leave the dangerous place, Mu Qing's tense heartstrings relaxed, and blood poured into his throat like a river bursting its banks.
He Muqing raised his head with difficulty and looked at the entrance of the passage through the twisted blood-colored space. Murong Jing was dressed in red, and the anxiety in her expression was undisguised. She seemed to have been waiting for his response, so the first time he looked over Moment opened his mouth and wanted to say something to blame, but when he reached it, he didn't say it. He deliberately said coldly: "Since you want to show off your strength in front of us, you must do it to the end. I will never allow you to die!" The corners of Mu Qing's mouth curled up, the warmth in his heart radiated, and even the pain in his body receded like a tide.
Between life and death, among the several women he had thought of, Liu Weirui would make him subconsciously want to protect her, while Ye Yun would make him feel like a beautiful encounter that he didn't want to let go of. Only Murong Jing, perhaps, would be better to stay together. It lasted longer and gave him the richest feeling.
She can be a fellow Taoist with a solemn expression when they sit across from each other, or she can be a friend who is a little more smoky when they drink together under the pavilion. At this time, she is a woman who has her own ideas but is willing to accommodate him. .
Such a woman is like a warm fire that dispels the haze of the real world, making Mu Qing particularly fascinated. It is definitely not like he lost her because of his own reasons.
"Don't worry, I haven't fulfilled my agreement with you yet." Mu Qing still felt pain when he spoke, but his tone became more and more steady. At this time, he really wanted to call Meng Zhang out again and show him his will. relationship to the body.
Murong Jing's slender eyebrows were curved, her eyes fixed on Mu Qing as bright as autumn water, immersed in some mutual emotions, but she still did not forget the crisis Mu Qing was in, and she was thinking quickly about how to save Mu Qing.
When Mu Qing completely let go of the restrictions and absorbed the power of Shura, although Mu Qing only relied on a surge of emotions to stop Bai Hao, he did not have a direction. He felt that it was not impossible to use the method of breathing to control this majestic The power of Shura was condensed again.
But there is always a gap between ideal and reality. After he continued to condense three red dots, his body couldn't bear it, but the power of Shura was only less than 10% less.
If this continues, if he doesn't make any changes, even if his will never fails, his body will end up with the same result as Bai Hao at some point.
But what else can be done besides breathing food? In her heart, the bronze sword in her hand suddenly trembled, attracting Mu Qing's attention.
The simple inscriptions on the sword began to change again, and the ones that had disappeared
In the position of "country", a red dot showed through the sword body and turned into a dot. Mu Qing was inspired, gritted his teeth and kept silent, his mind was completely focused on the sword in his hand, and he didn't notice the passage of time.
Finally, after condensing about 40% of Shura's power, the original Zhenguo Sword's sword roared for a moment, with a bright red sword on it.
The word "Demon" was displayed, and the same red light was bright, reflecting in all directions, and it actually forced the power of Shura to not get close for a while.
Mu Qing raised his eyebrows. As a sacrificial instrument connected to the fate of the dynasty, the Zhenguo Sword's material quality had already reached the level of a magical weapon.
Mu Qing speculated that its failure to become a spiritual weapon before was related to the way of sacrificial refining to absorb the power of luck. However, Mu Qing could use purple energy to give Zhenguo Sword temporary spirituality.
"Buzz." The bronze sword connected with Mu Qing's thoughts and buzzed briefly, seeming to express its little emotion.
Mu Qing held this sword that would have spirituality without the need for purple energy in the future, and whispered in his heart: "From now on, you will be called the Demon Suppressing Sword." The bronze sword shined brightly, and suddenly broke away from Mu Qing's hands, hovering in the air. Around Mu Qing's body, the one on the sword
The word "devil" becomes more and more vivid. Mu Qing sighed in comfort. Although the power of Shura was still used towards him, with the barrier established by the Demon Suppressing Sword, the power of Shura that poured in during the same period of time was much less than before. This time It also gave Mu Qing some spare energy.
"How are you?" Murong Jing had been paying close attention to Mu Qing nervously and asked quickly. Mu Qing nodded and was about to speak when his eyes suddenly fell on Murong Jing's waist. His eyes lit up. Before he could speak the thought in his mind, Murong Jing waved his slender hand and a short red thorn flew towards Mu Qing.
"Bang." Although the Demon-Suppressing Sword had only just reached the level of a spiritual weapon, it was not afraid of the Suzaku Thorn that was still about to break through to the Dao Weapon, and directly knocked the Suzaku Thorn away.
The Suzaku Thorn trembled, and a burst of crimson mist immediately filled its body. Not to be outdone, the Demon-Suppressing Sword was about to turn around in the blink of an eye, wrapped in the power of Shura.
"Stop making trouble!" A scolding voice sounded, like scolding a child. The Suzaku Thorn calmly stopped in mid-air, and the Demon-Suppressing Sword sensed Mu Qing's thoughts and calmed down.
Mu Qing and Murong Jing's eyes met, and in his heart he felt only joy that Murong Jing and he were connected, so he started to speak. Murong Jing was actually much more serious than him at this moment, with a pretty face full of serious instructions: "Your injury is serious, don't delay." Mu Qing was a little shy. Speaking of which, he was only eighteen or nineteen years old, while Murong Jing was about the same age as her aunt. The discovery of this difference in the accident made Mu Qing even more confused. He developed a bit of masculinity,
"Hmm" said. Zhuque Qi obviously received Murong Jing's warning and flew to Mu Qing's side obediently. He resisted the thought of swallowing Mu Qing's energy and blood and let Mu Qing catch him in his hand.
Mu Qing had never refined a weapon before today, and even now, he was not sure whether the method of giving spirituality to the demon-suppressing sword was considered a weapon refining, but once his ideas were opened, he was not limited to this.
The moment he held the Suzaku Thorn, Mu Qing silently discovered that although the Suzaku Thorn was quiet in Murong Jing's hands, it contained majestic ferocity and a desire for blood, which was extremely consistent with the power of Shura.
Murong Jing saw that Mu Qing was silent while holding the Vermilion Bird Thorn, but there was no change like last time around her. She frowned and thought for a moment, and vaguely guessed what Mu Qing was thinking now. She became angrier for no reason and said: "I No matter what method you use, you must survive for me!" Mu Qing heard this claim from Murong Jing again, his mind united, and the power of Shura in his body once again condensed into a red dot and rushed towards the Suzaku Thorn, and Suzaku Thorn trembled and repelled at first, then suddenly became quiet.
This kind of silence, even Mu Qing, who was not connected with it, understood that it was a kind of silence that he longed for so much that he waited in silence.
