"Like me, they are already dying. We should have died in the battlefield twenty thousand years ago, but we had to live a life due to the situation."

The woodcutter saint put the axe aside and sighed: "Do you know, if it were in the Kaihuang era, a little demon like you would have been sent to the God-Slaying Platform to kill, but now it is not as good as before. I admire you very much, and also know your abilities and means. You have never invited people from the Heavenly Court to come and attack Taihuangtian with your own strength. I would know that you don't want to live under someone else's roof. You have your own ambitions and ambitions, and you want to use Taihuangtian as a springboard to jump to Kaihuangtian. Your ambitions are great."

Furiluo smiled slightly: "If my husband is alive, what is the difference between him and dried fish?"

The woodcutter saint shook his head: "Have you ever thought that if you occupied the Kaihuang Heavenly Court, will you be destroyed? The birds are full of good bows, and the cunning rabbits are dead and the lackeys are cooked, right? The moment you attack Daxu and destroy Yankang is the death of you and your tribe members. The disaster of extermination is close to you. You are named as the Bianriluo, and the great wise man of the demon clan will not be able to understand it, right?"

Fu Riluo turned his neck and changed his face to the right, and said leisurely: "The saint is good at attacking the heart. You seem to think about me, but it is actually the way to attack the heart. I understand what you said, but I also know that I must find a way for my tribe members. As for whether the Heavenly Court destroys me or not, it is still between the two. At most, I can bend down as a dog, and the Heavenly Court won't kill a dog, right?"

The face on his left smiled and said, "My husband 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, so there will naturally be someone to kill you. Brother Dao, what's the point of being bent?"

The woodcutter saint shook his head and said, "If I wanted to be a dog, I would have been able to live 20,000 years ago. I would rather stand."

Furiluo's eyes flashed: "But more people still lie down after they die, like a dead dog."

The woodcutter saint smiled and said, "I'm not afraid of being broken. I'm willing to die a little bit. Don't worry, I won't die lying down. Before Qin Mu and the others came, you put forward the conditions and ask me to give up part of Yankang's territory to you. Now Qin Mu is here, I can tell you."

His face suddenly became cold: "As long as we are alive, we will not give up any land in Kaihuang!"

"Your legs are stretched in, I will cut off your legs, your head is stretched in, I will cut off your head! Your demons dare to enter Yankang, I will destroy your demons!"

He said coldly: "You can't even think about Kaihuang's land!"

When Furilu heard his words, his three faces fell into gloomy instantly and said coldly: "That's nothing to talk about. Since that's the case, sign the agreement of Tubo!"

He picked up his pen, wrote the oath, raised his hand gently, and the paper flew towards the woodcutter saint opposite him. The woodcutter saint also wrote the oath and exchanged paper with him.

The two of them thought about each other's oath, checked whether there were any loopholes, then picked up a pen to modify it, and then exchanged their oaths back, checked it carefully again, and changed what they could not accept.

After repeated attempts, they finally finalized each other's oath.

The two stood up and swore to each other that Boriluo used the magic word, while the woodcutter and saint used the magic word, and the magic word sounded at the same time. The two languages ​​each had different mysteries and mysteries, and even attacked each other!

Qin Mu was proficient in two languages, whether it was divine or demonic, he could understand it, and he could not feel like he could be immersed in his mind.

Suddenly the space shaking, and the altar, as high as a mountain under their feet, was shaking, and everyone on the altar hurriedly stood firm. Under the altar, Grandma Si and the Black Tiger God were confronting two other demon gods, and the earth under their feet was floating, and the four gods and demons hurriedly stabilized their bodies so that they would not be taken advantage of by the other party.

Grandma Si shook around, as if she was not at the level of cultivation. She took several steps back and fell off without realizing it, and she had to stabilize her body with bare feet.

The demon god who confronted her lit up his eyes and couldn't let her react, so he reached out and picked up the embroidered shoe. The shoes were in his hand, but the demon god stared at Grandma Si's delicate and fair feet, laughed, and put the shoes under his nose and smelled them.

Grandma Si was angry and stretched out her hand, smiling: "Give me your shoes back!"

The demon god laughed and put his shoes in his arms: "I feel pity for the little beauty. I have your shoes closed."

Grandma Si was furious and took off her other shoe, shaking her hand and smashed it over: "After all, you are a demon god, why is it so frivolous?"

The demon god raised his hand to catch another embroidered shoe, stared at her fair and small feet, and laughed: "Okay! I have a pair! The little beauty has given birth to such a good match. I also have some human concubines. If you obey me, I can let you be the eldest wife. As long as you agree, I will eat my yellow-faced woman when I go back!"

Grandma Si giggled and said, "You ate your yellow-faced woman, I still have to worry about one day when I become a yellow-faced woman. You ate me! You can't wear my little shoes anyway, so I'll give you the shoes."

The Black Tiger God frowned and said to himself: "Who is this woman from? She speaks in a mess, but she flirts with this demon god. She is also an unreliable person like Junior Brother Qin!"

The surroundings were shrouded in thick darkness, and suddenly a fire came from the darkness, and a pair of huge sharp horns slowly rose from the darkness under the altar.

There is no sun around the altar, and the sharp corners are curved and curved like eighteen curves, towering like clouds, and far away from the altar.

The Black Tiger God was shocked. Unconsciously, the two hammer heads in his hand fell to the ground. He hurriedly picked them up and looked up at the sharp corners that kept rising from the darkness.

After a while, Tu Bo's phantom revealed his head, and the two sharp corners had been inserted to the height parallel to the planet outside the sky.

Tu Bo's tiger-like face was hidden in the darkness, and the flames' eyes shone brightly and darkly, and the tall and majestic altar also became brightly and darkly under his eyes.

Tu Bo was quietly waiting for their oath.

This is the phantom of Tu Bo, not the real Tu Bo, but his power projected into this world and witnessed the oath of the two strong men.

Tu Bo cannot come in person. His body is really vast. If it comes, this fragile world cannot bear it.

Qin Mu became excited and waved hard to Tu Bo's phantom.

Tu Bo's expression was solemn and he turned a blind eye to him.

Qin Mu continued to wave excitedly and whispered: "I! It's me! Tu Bo, we have seen it! I am Qin Fengqing, you also sealed me!"

Tu Bo continued to turn a blind eye.

Qin Mu continued to wave excitedly.

Tu Bo's eyes trembled: "Soul and handsome! Don't talk to me, I'm doing serious business."

Zhehuali and Qi Jiuyi looked at each other, feeling awe-inspiring in their hearts.

After reading the oath with the woodcutter saint, he signed the agreement of Tubo. The majestic Tubo glanced at Qin Mu, and Qin Mu was so excited that he was waiting to talk to him.

Qi Jiuyi hesitated for a moment, walked up to greet Tu Bo.

Tu Bo turned a blind eye to him and said to Qin Mu: "Don't cause trouble."

He threw down a sentence, slowly sank into the darkness, gradually disappearing, and hung Qin Mu and Qi Jiuyi on the altar.

When the sharp corners completely penetrated into the ground, the darkness dissipated and the light returned to the surroundings.

The woodcutter saint stared at Qin Mu, and Furiluo also stared at Qin Mu, and the eyes of Zhehuali and Qi Jiuyi also fell on him. Tu Bo has always been solemn and solemnly controlling the image of death, and has never laughed seriously. Every time a strong man swears, his power is projected as a testimony. The momentum is dark and terrifying, which makes people breathless.

This time, Tu Bo's phantom not only spoke, but also seemed to be very familiar with Qin Mu. It is impossible to doubt whether Tu Bo will handle it impartially and have no selfish intentions.

The reason why Tu Bo became the object of oath was because he had no selfishness. If Tu Bo had selfishness, it would be very terrifying.

"I can't tell that Xiaoyou Qin and Tu Bo have such a good relationship." Furiluo said with a smile.

Qin Mu closed his three eyes together, and did not look at him, and groaned: "If the relationship was really good, he would not seal me."

Furiluo felt relieved and suddenly thought of Qin Mu's jade pendant, and felt awe-inspiring in his heart: "The jade pendant is Tu Bo's seal? That day I suppressed the seal, so that the demon king was released?"

He suddenly realized his heart, and a big stone fell to the ground: "Tu Bo personally sealed it. It seems that he can't escape the seal, so that he can deal with him with confidence. But this kid dares not look at me."

At this moment, a scream came from the altar. Everyone on the altar was shocked and hurried to the edge and looked down.

I saw a demon god following Furiluo under the altar, holding his legs and rolling back and forth with pain. The demon god was wearing a pair of small embroidered shoes, which were only three inches small, and the shoes were covered with needles, piercing the demon god's big feet into blood.

The body of the demon god was getting bigger and smaller, trying to get rid of the embroidered shoes, but the shoes only shrank but did not grow bigger. At this moment, his two big toes were broken and the pain was indescribable.

Next to them, the Black Tiger God and another demon god looked at Grandma Si in horror, moving their own steps, not daring to get close.

"The bones on both feet are broken."

Grandma Si smiled and said softly, "It's better to cut it. If you wait until the embroidery needle swims into your heart and lungs and into your mind, it will be too late."

The demon god trembled in pain, gritted hissing, "You lied to me to wear small shoes..."

Grandma Si said in surprise: "You want to wear it yourself, how have I ever deceived you?"

On the altar, Furiluo raised his eyebrows and sneered at the woodcutter Saint: "Is this your disciple again? He is the same as Brother Taoist, and he hurts people with a hidden arrow!"

The Woodcutter Saint was also a little surprised and shook his head and said, "I am not my disciple. But his cleverness is comparable to what I have."

Furiluo snorted coldly, and his voice reached the bottom of the altar: "Mutulo, your magical powers are not delicate enough to suppress her needle. The longer you drag it, the more dangerous your life will be. Cut off both feet."

The demon god was doing his best to suppress the embroidery needles flowing from the embroidery shoes into the bloodline. The needles in the embroidery shoes were very slender and undetectable, but they were as flexible as thin swords, drilling into his bloodline. He used his vitality to transform into various magical powers and hid them in his bloodline to block and suppress them, but because it was his own body, it was difficult to display powerful magical powers and could not block these needles.

He heard Furiluo's words and screamed, tears flowing in his eyes, slashing tears, and chopping off his calves.

I saw many thin silver needles flowing out like water from the wound on his broken leg.

"The treasure-refining technique of the Tiangong God Clan!"

From this silver needle, Furiluo saw the treasure-refining technique of the Tiangong Clan of Kaihuang Heavenly Court. He was shocked and suddenly remembered that there was an old iron-slayer beside Qin Mu that day. Grandma Si's silver needle must have been made by the old iron-slayer!

"Iron thugs, embroidered, painted, sold fake medicine... Who are the people around Qin Mu?" Furiluo couldn't help but have a headache.

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