Tian Yan 49

"The time has come, the benefactor should go." Shangshan clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly to Mo Zhinian, "Remind the benefactor, when you return to the god position from the lower realm, you will return to your own temple."

Before Mo Zhinian could say anything, there was a flower in front of his eyes, and his body and mind rose lightly, passed through the clouds, and landed on the ground.

He came back to his senses, looked at the sudden change, and found that he was in the mansion of God of Misfortune.The God of Misfortune is the subordinate god of the God of War. The mansion is not big, next to the Temple of the God of War. Mo Zhinian settled down and frowned, feeling a little troublesome.

The Temple of War God is in the Heaven Realm, and it will take half a day to go from here to Yanggu in the far east. Who knows if anything will happen along the way?

After weighing it for a moment, he still decided to go to Yanggu first, but he didn't make it - he just stepped out of the gate of the palace when he saw the God of War coming.

Mo Zhinian's heart tightened, but it didn't show on his face. He stopped and said respectfully, "My lord."

"Why are you still here?" God of War said coldly, "Didn't I ask you to go to Yanggu to repair the sundial scenery yesterday?"

Mo Zhinian lowered his head and bowed in salute: "Forgive me, Lord God of War. I have been to Yanggu, but the sundial is precious. I need some preparations before I can start repairing it, so I came back to get some tools."

God of War narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had some illusory suspicions, stared at him for a long time, and asked indifferently: "Have you seen Sha Ze?"

Mo Zhinian said: "No."

God of War said again: "Is there anything abnormal in Yanggu?"

Mo Zhinian paused for a very short time.He didn't know whether God of War knew about Xi Hua's existence, several possibilities flashed in his mind, and finally he said: "No."

God of War said with his hands behind his back: "Oh? You haven't seen Xi Hua?"

Mo Zhinian asked in a daze, "Xihua? Who is that?"

The God of War was expressionless, and suddenly raised his hand to grab Mo Zhinian's neck, lifted him off the ground, and said coldly, "You can undo the curse I gave you, and you pretend I don't know?"

Mo Zhinian's eyes were black. He twisted his fingers on the wrist of God of War, and quickly broke free from his shackles. When he touched the ground, he was already a foot away.Mo Zhinian raised his red pupils, his face was as deep as water, but his tone was as soft as silk: "It turns out that it was a trap by the adults."

God of War was startled for a moment, and then he was angry: "You are hiding your strength?"

"Didn't your lord think of that?" Mo Zhinian said in surprise, "My lord should have been on guard for someone like me."

Mo Zhinian pretended to be stunned, "But manpower will eventually run out, my lord, I don't blame you for not counting."

God of War raised his hand, and the sharp long knife was concentrated in his hand: "I'm too lazy to argue with you. Let me ask you one last time, are you going to repair the sundial?"

Mo Zhinian smiled and said, "You guess."

God of War said: "It's okay, I'll kill you and take the celestial craftsman's book."

God of War raised his saber and slashed straight, Mo Zhinian leaned almost to one side, the wind of the saber brushed against his face and landed on the ground, causing a gully to rise on the ground.The God of War stepped forward with his saber obliquely, and the tip of the saber stabbed straight at Mo Zhinian's face. The jet-black runes came out from the boy's body, wrapped tightly around the blade, and was smashed to pieces by the bright blade light!

Mo Zhinian let out a low snort, and retreated quickly like a flying kite.The god of war chased after him, and the blade sent forward. Twelve sharp blades of light pierced through the body of the blade, and the thin chest of the young man was penetrated by the light.

Mo Zhinian got up in embarrassment, and the point of the God of War knife was handed out to his eyes. He reluctantly took one, turned around with strength, and opened the distance.

He lacks a sword.

The memories of the past and the present are all there, and the swordsmanship is well known, all he needs is a sword with a heart-to-heart——

The God of War's figure flashed, and the bright silver light was as dense as snow.His knife is extremely fast, as if falling down the mountain in the wind and snow, 36 knives have been drawn in the blink of an eye, and the light of the knife fell on the ground and cracked the bricks.Mo Zhinian tried his best to support it, and finally split the talisman chain of his body with his knife, and it was about to split him in two——

There was a clear sword cry in the sky, and a sword came from the east!

The edge of the blade clashed with the blade, rubbing out fine stars, and Mo Zhinian subconsciously raised his hand to hold the sword, blocking the sword of the God of War.The criss-crossing sword intent swept away from the sword body, he raised the sword and stabbed, the tip of the sword trembled gently, like pulling a fallen flower in early autumn.

The God of War hastily went to pick it up, but Mo Zhinian had already changed his tactics. The jet-black runes wrapped around the body of the sword. On the sword, there was an image of a black dragon entangled in shadows. It skilfully brushed the gap under the knife, and forced the God of War, who was caught off guard, to take a step back. !

The mood flowed over the two of them lightly, and the knife in God of War hummed softly. God of War didn't move, and Mo Zhinian didn't attack again. He just looked at the sword in his hand and said softly, "Dragon Yin?"

Jian didn't respond, Mo Zhinian said again: "Fifth Senior Brother?"

The sword was still as tough as ever, and Mo Zhinian said softly, "Brother, are you angry with me?"

Mo Zhinian still hadn't received a response, but the God of War had already raised his sword to kill him. The blade contained a murderous aura, which forcibly shattered Mo Zhinian's mood!The transparent half-arc fragments fell to the ground, the ruby ​​brilliance in the center of the dragon chant sword grid flowed, and a dragon chant spontaneously pierced through the ears, shaking the two of them away without distinguishing between the enemy and us!

This sword is the backbone of the last real dragon. After being forged, tempered, quenched and polished, it has been broken, repaired, exterminated and reborn. The arc clanged.Mo Zhinian stopped in a few steps, and the God of War was about to move forward again, the knife in his hand trembled suddenly, a flame came from the east, he raised his head suddenly, raised the long knife, and was receiving the blazing light of the knife.

He raised his face and met a pair of golden eyes.

Frost's arrival has arrived.

The sword in Mo Zhinian's hand sang freely and clearly, and he threw it out.Mo Zhinian's pupils tightened, and he raised his hand to grab it. The long sword had transformed into a slender human figure. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed the human's bony wrist.

The human figure was going towards the God of War, but when Mo Zhinian grabbed it, his eyes fell back to Mo Zhinian's face as soon as he stopped.

For some reason, he has the stature of a young man, his eyebrows and eyes are the same as the tall sword spirit back then, his eyes are quiet and heavy.

Mo Zhinian said softly, "Dragon Yin?"

The sword was stirring, and the energy was flying in a staggered manner. Long Yin looked at Mo Zhinian quietly and did not speak.

So Mo Zhinian just looked at him and didn't speak.

After a long time, a bright light suddenly lit up in Long Yin's eyes, as if trekking from a broken memory, he showed the familiar look of a teenager as if in a flash of inspiration, and uttered a syllable hoarsely and vaguely.

The syllable dissipated before it could be uttered, a white light flashed on Long Yin's body, his body shrank suddenly, and he became a child again in a blink of an eye, with blankly opened black eyes, looking purely at Mo Zhinian.

Immediately afterwards, he returned to the form of a sword, and was caught by Mo Zhinian and held in his hand.

God of War blocked a gust of knife wind, and said in a deep voice, "Shuang Jiang. You didn't die."

Shuangxia smiled: "It's hard for you to recognize me." He raised the knife, brushed the blade lightly with his fingertips, and locked his eyes on God of War: "I heard that you didn't want to kill Xihua back then, but Dijing suddenly killed me. A little irreversible problem has arisen, he himself sacrificed himself to Dijing, you have to do it, I just bumped into it by accident...Is that so?"

War God's intuition was wrong, and he said cautiously: "...it's true."

Shuang Jiang said: "That's interesting, why did you and Xi Hua have problems with the sundial scene when you and Xi Hua were in Wanyang Palace?"

God of War's eyes sank, and before he could tell, Shuang Jiang had already drawn his sword and rushed forward, the flames condensed into wings, and rushed towards the blade of God of War.

The God of War's long sword cuts into the frosty fire like a pool of autumn water, and the self-intersecting blade surfaces stagger, like two half-arcs clashing, plowing through the bluestone slab ground with overflowing energy, and disappears invisible in the distance.

Shuang Jiang confronted him with more than a dozen knives, and a clear sword light came suddenly, passing by the intersection of the two knives, and the vast field of emotion was overwhelming, and the sword aura caused broken stones to fly.

Mo Zhinian raised his head suddenly, his eyes widened.

This sword came fiercely, the blade was transparent as if there was nothing, like a handle of light or water, it hit the weakest part of the blade with great force, shocking the god of war to take a step back.After gaining power with one blow, the sword master did not continue to attack, but stood shoulder to shoulder with Shuang Jiang, backhanded the sword behind his back, silently looking at God of War.

He stood upright, with a cold spring in his eyes.

Mo Zhinian stared at the familiar eyebrows, opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly became afraid and couldn't speak, and didn't dare to call him master openly.

God of War said: "Who are you?"

Li Shuyan said: "I am Mo Zhinian's master."

Mo Zhinian was slightly shocked when he heard the words.Li Shuyan didn't look at him, and continued: "I want to take him away."

"I've never seen you before," God of War said, "Are you the new god?"

Li Shuyan said: "I am not a god."

God of War was stunned for a moment: "Do you know that your disciple is under my command now?"

"Then I am also his master."

God of War was silenced for a moment by his righteousness, and then said: "What are you going to take him with?"

"Nothing to do with you."

It is estimated that no one has ever spoken to him so impolitely, God of War smiled angrily: "What if I don't agree?"

Li Shuyan gave up half of the mind field, allowing Shuang Jiang's saber intent to draw an invisible semicircle.Shuang Jiang shrugged: "Then fight."

"He can't go." God of War said, "Now only he can repair the sundial scenery. If you take him away, no one can repair the sundial scenery, and the three worlds will be wiped out. You should decide for yourself which is more important."

"Do you want him to repair the sundial?" Shuangjiang asked, he turned his head to look at Mo Zhinian, and said, "You don't want to?"

Mo Zhinian still looked at Li Shuyan fixedly, and said softly, "I don't want to listen to him."

Li Shuyan looked at Mo Zhinian, and Mo Zhinian's eyes met Mo Zhinian's eyes, and Mo Zhinian hurriedly looked away.Qingjuan's man thought for a moment, then said to Mo Zhinian: "Then are you still willing to listen to me?"

Mo Zhinian said without hesitation: "Listen."

"Okay, then follow me to repair the sundial scenery, are you willing?"

The tone is the same as before, a bit casual, a bit commanding, with an unquestionable domineering tone, and the ending is slightly raised, with the gentleness of asking for advice.

Nothing has changed.

It's as if in the past and present life, going round and round, it's still in Jiuchong Mountain, on the top of Sushen Peak, and the memory has never trekked through the world of mortals.His master was always so clean, and he was still that well-behaved and docile little boy.

He smiled lightly and softly, and said softly, "Okay."