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"They, like me, are already mortals. As early as 20,000 years ago, we should have died on the battlefield, but we had to live on due to the situation."
The sage woodcutter put the ax aside, and said with emotion: "Furi Luo, do you know? If it was the era of the Founding Emperor, a little devil like you would have been sent to the god-slaying platform to be beheaded long ago." It¡¯s just that it¡¯s not as good as before. I admire you very much, and I know your abilities and means. You have never invited people from the Heavenly Court to attack Taihuangtian with your own strength, so I know that you don¡¯t want to rely on others. Ambitious, you want to use the Taihuang Heaven as a springboard to jump to the Kaihuang Heavenly Court. You have great ambitions."
Furi Luo smiled slightly: "If the husband is alive, if he has no ideals, how is it different from a dried fish?"
The sage woodcutter shook his head: "Have you ever thought about whether you will be wiped out if you occupy the Heavenly Court of Kaihuang? You don't understand that the birds are good at hiding, and the cunning rabbits are dead and running dogs, don't you? Daxu, the moment when Yankang is destroyed is the time of your death and that of your clansmen. The catastrophe of clan extermination is close at hand. You are named after Fu Riluo, the great wisdom of the demon clan, you can¡¯t understand ?¡±
Furiluo turned his neck, changed the face on the right side, and said leisurely: "The saint is good at attacking the heart. You seem to be thinking about me, but in fact it is the way to attack the heart. I understand the truth of what you said, but I also know it. It is necessary to find a way out for the clansmen. As for whether the Heavenly Court can destroy me, it is still in the balance, at worst, I will bend myself to be a dog, and the Heavenly Court will not kill a dog, right?"
The face on his left side smiled and said: "My husband is alive, he should be able to bend and stretch. Brother Dao, if you insist on threatening me with Luo Futian, I don't need to kill you, someone will kill you. Brother Dao, what's the matter if you bend a little?"
The sage woodcutter shook his head and said, "If I wanted to be a dog, I could do it 20,000 years ago. If I could live standing up, I would rather stand up."
Bie Riluo's eyes flickered: "But after more people die, they still lie on their stomachs, like a dead dog."
The woodcutter sage said with a smile: "I'm not afraid of being broken into pieces. I would like to die in pieces. Don't worry, I won't die on my stomach. Before Qin Mu and the others came, you made a condition that I give up part of Yankang's territory to you." Demons. Now that Qin Mu is here, I can tell you."
His complexion suddenly turned cold: "As long as we live, we will not give up an inch of Kaihuang's land!"
"Your legs come in, I'll cut off your legs, your head comes in, I'll cut off your head! You demons dare to enter Yankang, I will destroy your demons!"
He said coldly: "Don't even think about the Kaihuang's land!"
When Fu Riluo heard his words, the three faces immediately darkened, and said coldly: "Then there is nothing to talk about. If that's the case, sign the Tubo agreement!"
He picked up the pen, quickly wrote the oath, raised his hand slightly, and the paper flew towards the woodcutter saint opposite. The woodcutter sage also wrote an oath and exchanged paper with him.
The two of them considered each other's oath to see if there were any loopholes, and then took a pen to revise it, and then exchanged their respective oaths, checked again carefully, and changed what they could not accept.
After so many times, they finally finalized their vows to each other.
The two stood up and swore each other. Furiluo used the magic language, while the woodcutter and the sage used the divine language. The divine language and the magic language sounded at the same time. The two languages ??each had different mysteries and mysteries, and even mutually Attack!
Qin Mu is proficient in two languages. Whether it is the language of God or the language of magic, he can understand it, and he is fascinated by it.
Suddenly the space shook, and the mountain-high altar under their feet also wobbled, and everyone on the altar hurriedly stood firm. Under the altar, Granny Si and the Black Tiger God were confronting the other two demon gods, and the ground under their feet was also floating.
Granny Si swayed to and fro, as if her cultivation level was not enough, she retreated a few steps, an embroidered shoe fell off, and she had to stabilize her figure with one bare foot.
The eyes of the demon god who was confronting her lit up, and before she could react, he reached out and picked up the embroidered shoe. The shoes were in hand, but the demon god stared at Granny Si's delicate and fair feet, smiled, put the shoes under his nose and smelled them.
Grandma Si was angry, she stretched out her hand, with a half smile, "Return the shoes to me!"
The demon god laughed loudly, and put the shoes into his arms: "I feel pity for the little beauty. I have kept your shoes."
Grandma Si was furious, she took off the other shoe, and smashed it over with shaking hands: "You are also a demon god after all, a high and mighty existence, why are you so frivolous?"
The demon god raised his hand to catch the other embroidered shoe, stared at her pair of fair and small feet, and smiled.?. "
Granny Si laughed at Yan Yan, whispered softly, and persuaded softly: "It's better to cut it, if you wait until the embroidery needle swims to your heart, lungs, and your brain, it will be too late."
The demon god trembled in pain, gritted his teeth, and hissed: "You tricked me into wearing small shoes"
Granny Si was surprised: "You want to wear it yourself, how have I ever lied to you?"
On the altar, Buriluo frowned, and sneered at the woodcutter sage: "This is your disciple again? It's the same as the Daoist brother, stabbing people in the back!"
The woodcutter sage was also a little surprised, shaking his head and said: "It's not my disciple. But his cleverness is as good as mine."
Buriluo snorted coldly, and his voice came down to the altar: "Muturo, your supernatural powers are not fine enough to suppress her fine needles. The longer you delay, the more dangerous your life will be. Amputate both feet." .¡±
The demon god was doing his best to suppress the embroidery needles flowing into his blood from the embroidered shoes. The needles in the embroidered shoes were very thin and undetectable, but they were nimble and dexterous like a rapier, piercing into his blood. He used his vitality to transform into various magical powers and hid them in his blood to block and suppress them, but because it was within his own body, it was difficult to display powerful magical powers, and he couldn't block these tiny needles.
Hearing what Furiluo said, he yelled sharply, with tears in his eyes, and cut off his two calves with tears.
I saw many thin silver needles flowing out of the wound of his broken leg like water.
"The treasure-making technique of the Tiangong Protoss!"
From the silver needle, Fu Riluo saw the treasure-making technique of Kaihuang Tianting Tiangong Protoss, and was startled, and suddenly remembered that there was an old iron-smith beside Qin Mu that day. Granny Si's silver needle must have come from that old blacksmith!
"Blacksmiths, embroiderers, painters, sellers of counterfeit medicine What kind of people are there around this Qin Mu?" Fu Riluo couldn't help but feel a little headache.
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