Facial Paralysis God Raises a Cat

Cat Eye No. [-]

Storyteller Chun Rau

Chun Rivet took Mo Da Mao and Xiao Wu to find a secluded cave.

After deploying the defensive formation, Chun Zhuo called Xiao Wu to change into his original form.

Xiao Wu glanced uncomfortably at the big cat brother not far away who was staring at him with great interest, sneezed, and discussed with his "mother": "Ah Qiu, you can't let the big cat brother over there avoid you. for a while?"

Chun Ruo rubbed Xiao Wu's head. In fact, he really wanted to avoid the cat next to him... But even if he thought with his toes, he knew that Mo Da Mao, who was extremely curious, would never let go of spying on Mu Yang this time. The opportunity to be the number one sword hero in the mainland.

So Chun Liao comforted Xiao Wu and said: "It's okay, as the saying goes, only flaws can be called perfection. You are the most perfect sword, and it is normal to have any flaws."

Xiao Wu looked back and forth between Mo Damao and his "mother" with her small eyes, bit her snow-white deciduous teeth, which are especially suitable for gnawing sugar cane, and closed her eyes, a white light enveloped him immediately.

A moment later, a huge sword about seven feet long, surrounded by silvery light and auspicious aura, with silver butterfly patterns on its body but no hilt, came out faintly, hanging in the air where Xiao Wu was standing just now.

"Wow!"

At some point, Mo Damao, who had already walked to Chunluo and tugged at his sleeve, exclaimed, "This is the Excalibur!"

As expected of the true god's saber, the power permeated from the sword is full of vitality.

Originally, the walls of the cave they were in were covered with uneven stones and scattered wild flowers and weeds.But when the brilliance of the Excalibur filled the cave, those wild flowers and grasses that were already dying instantly became extremely beautiful, and even began to grow and extend slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye, making the whole cave look full of vitality and flowers. Full of energy.

Then, Mo Damao, who was still amazed, frowned, showing a puzzled expression.

I saw him pointing to the top of the divine sword hanging in the air, and asked his brother Rivet: "Where is the hilt? Why doesn't this divine sword have a hilt?"

Could it be that Excalibur is in this shape?

But it's not right, looking up along the body of the sword, there is obviously a sword tongue that should be inserted into the hilt.

I don't know if it was Mo Damao's illusion. When he asked this sentence, the light of the Excalibur, which was originally radiant, seemed to be much dimmed all of a sudden.

As a divine sword without a hilt, Xiao Wu, who is the soul of the sword, was very injured.

Seeing this, Chun Mao stretched out his hand through the silver light, touched the sword body comfortingly, and then replied with a slightly embarrassed expression: "The hilt... fell off."

Mo Damao disagreed, and said: "This is a divine sword, how could the hilt fall off?" Could it be that it has long legs like this sword?Run away by yourself?

Big Cat Mo felt that he was thinking too much.

Chun Riao obviously didn't want to explain more about this matter, so he resorted to his special skills to divert the little cat's attention.

I saw Chunzhuo pouring his own spiritual power into the Dancing Soul Sword, and then there was a sound of thunderbolt, and the divine sword that looked intact but missing a hilt suddenly appeared many cracks.

Mo Damao almost lost his eyeballs staring at Excalibur, and roared, "Brother Rivet, no matter how unhappy you are, don't damage Excalibur on purpose!"

As he said that, Mo Damao emphasized again impatiently: "This is a divine sword!" If it is broken, you can't afford it!

After calmly turning around the divine sword with many cracks on his face, Chun Liao explained: "The cracks on it are not what I did just now, but it exists itself, I just let it It just showed up."

"Before this, someone used some method to damage the body of the dancing soul sword, and then set up a blindfold, so Xiao Wu, as the sword soul, could not replenish his strength by eating, but he himself could not find it. For some reason, I can only stay in the sugarcane forest and eat all the time, but I can’t feel the recovery of strength.”

Chun Mao looked thoughtfully at the dozens of cracks, large and small, on his saber.

Not only was he able to leave so many scars on his saber, but he was also able to use a cover-up at will in an attempt to deceive the world... This instigator is quite capable.

Mo Damao saw that his elder brother was contemplative, but he was confused, but he didn't bother to ask the bottom line. Anyway, his elder brother should worry about these things.

On the contrary, Mo Big Cat pays more attention to another matter.

"Brother Rivet, as far as I know, this Dancing Soul Sword is not only a divine sword, but also the only saber owned by Emperor Muyang..." After a pause, Mo Da Mao stared at Chun Rivet with sparkling eyes, and continued. : "Why now, it seems that this Excalibur and Brother Rivet are quite related? Could it be that you are..."

A corner of Chun Ruo's heart clicked, adhering to the fearless spirit of death sooner or later, he moved his throat indistinctly, and asked Mo Damao, "...What is it?"

Chunluo has already figured it out, if the little cat is going to have a showdown with him at this time, then he will explain to him all the previous "deception" behaviors in detail, in order to get his understanding and forgiveness.

By the way, Chun Rivet has been preparing for a showdown for hundreds of years, and he is waiting for the day when he will be officially dropped.

result--

Mo Da Mao Mao rolled his eyes and said, "Brother Rivet, are you not only an omniscient immortal cultivator, but also a hidden identity of a swordsmith?"

Looking at the sly smile on Mo Damao's face, Chun Liao really felt a sense of powerlessness that couldn't be exerted by punching cotton.

Chun Ruo is sure that his kitten is absolutely clear about his identity.

But every time he comes to a critical moment, he activates the cotton mode of spontaneously looking for "excuses" for him, which makes Chun Rivet try his best to showdown every time, but agrees to the little cat again and again in desperation All kinds of "excuses" that were specially found for him.

Sometimes Chun Zhuo would like to admit it on his own initiative, so as not to worry about it every day and panic.But seeing his kitten having so much fun with this meme, he couldn't bear to deprive him of this fun...

It can only be said that petting a cat like Cheng Chunruo is really unique.

Finally, after much deliberation, Chun Zhuo had no choice but to invent another identity for himself, under the bright and expectant eyes of Mo Damao, the imperial swordsmith of the true god.

By the way, he also fabricated a fantasy experience in which a mortal swordsmith was favored by a true god, and thus ascended to the sky to forge a divine sword.

After listening to the past story of the swordsmith used by the true God that was made up temporarily by Chun Rivet, Mo Damao rested his chin on one hand, and said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Rivet, although the sword casting process you mentioned and the relationship with Emperor Muyang The past stories are very exciting, but you have not lived to be a thousand years old in total, and the Dancing Soul Sword was inserted in the abandoned sea after the disaster of the abyss, tens of thousands of years at least, so the time here is basically It doesn't make sense!"

Chun Liao, who made up the story, glanced at Mo Damao calmly, and argued: "The so-called past life and present life, causal cycle, what I just talked about is the process of forging the sword for the Emperor of Heaven before my third life, and I didn't say it was the skin of this life. Why don't you say it doesn't make sense?"

When Mo Damao heard this, he nodded in agreement and said, "Oh, so that's the case, my brother Rivet is really good!"

Immediately, he asked brazenly: "Brother Rivet, since you still remember the memories of the third life, tell me about your life experiences in other lives when you have time." Showing a heartless smile to Chun Liao, he pointed out: "I especially like to hear stories about mortal counterattacks."

The corners of Chun Liao's mouth twitched in embarrassment, and said, "Uh, let's talk when we have time..."

Mortal counterattack?

Then can he fabricate an experience of being a mortal counterattack and becoming a true god in his previous life?

Anyway, Chun Ruosheng feels unlovely that he is getting farther and farther away from his identity as a true god, and instead embarked on the career path of Xiao Maoer's special storyteller, gone forever...

Finally, after making up a story about a swordsmith to pass the fun of "listening to books" with his little cat, Chun Riao started to repair the many cracks on the body of Wuhun Sword.

It is easy to repair this crack, as long as the spiritual power of Chunluo is injected into the sword according to certain rules, but it is quite time-consuming.If Chun Liao's calculation is not wrong, then the time for repairing the Dance Soul Sword is exactly the time when the beam of light in the Dinghai Formation is exhausted.

In this way, Chun Mao can basically get a glimpse of the ulterior motives of the sword breaker trying to open the huge mouth of the abyss.What he couldn't figure out was, what was the purpose of doing this?

In other words, who would benefit from doing so?

When it comes to benefits, the only thing that can bring benefits from opening the huge mouth of the abyss are those alien races outside the abyss who are ready to move and whose rules of survival are ruining the world.

However, those who can damage the Soul Dance Sword must be people who conform to the rules of survival on the Muyang Continent and possess special powers.

It’s just that in Chunluo’s view, the opening of the huge mouth of the abyss and the invasion of foreign races will not be a good thing for any creature on Muyang Continent, so whether it’s for fame, profit or other things, The creatures on Muyang Continent should not have sufficient reason to do such a serious and thankless thing.

Therefore, compared with who is doing these shady things behind the scenes, Chun Liao is more interested in knowing the reasons for doing these things.

While Chun Riveting was repairing his saber, the Sun Zhan Demon Emperor, who was the instigator, was no longer idle, and he wandered to the land of extreme yin.

The land of extreme yin was eroded by the red mist and extreme snow last time. Although the red mist and extreme snow had dissipated after being expelled by the pure power, the soul that was swallowed at that time disappeared.

So the basic order of this country of the dead has been restored, but it is still barren and cold.

The markets and villages of all kinds of ghosts and ghosts that have been accumulated for thousands of years have not been fully restored in these hundreds of years, and most of the ghosts that exist in the extremely dark place are only reborn in the past few hundred years. Many wandering souls are not used to the feeling of being separated from the physical body, and they all seem to be in a daze, just wandering around in this land of the dead.

But today, the arrival of the Sun Slashing Demon Emperor made this deserted land lively again.

He took out a white short stick about three fingers long in his hand.

This is a short stick that looks like jade but not jade, except for a milky white gem at the top, without any other decorations, but it is hollow.

When the Sun Zhan Demon Emperor held the short staff in his hand, a short, nostalgic smile appeared on his face.

However, this smile was fleeting, as if it had never appeared before, and was replaced by a persistent and weird smile.

He looked up to the sky and shouted: "My great true god Muyang Tiandi, let me see in my lifetime what it will be like when you step down from the altar!"

Saying that, Zhan Sun Demon Emperor thrust the short white stick into the gray ground of the land of extreme yin!

Countless ghosts emerged from the ground like bamboo shoots after the rain, one after another, endlessly.

Looking carefully, these spirit bodies that appeared suddenly were the ghosts that disappeared inexplicably before and were swallowed by the red mist and snow, but they were all wearing armor at this time, holding broken axes or long swords, and they seemed to be a huge group. To the immeasurable army of ghosts!