Raising the Demon

Chapter 65 A Wang Jianshui Name Shu Yue
The black and white light on Abacus' body was on for half an hour before slowly dimming.

At the beginning of Luoqianshan, he was still facing a formidable enemy, shouting in his mouth: "Where is the evildoer, quickly capture this general!"

After a while, I became curious: "Where is the monster, why don't you come over and let the general have a look!"

After a while, I felt bored: "Where is the monster, leave Ben quickly, the general will not make things difficult for you!"

In the end, he just moved a stool and sat down: "He Fang monster, you are endless."

Zi Baifeng looked at him like a fool.

And the abacus gradually changed, the beads formed a (=_=) expression, and kept looking left and right.

After being upgraded to the second level, the abacus finally has the ability to sense the outside world, and its communication with the outside world is no longer just the movement of the abacus.In its view, everything is new and curious.

"Abacus, look over here, I am your father!" Zi Baifeng recognized his son without hesitation.

Abacus: "(+_+)"

"What is this doing?" Luo Qianshan took a step back: "It looks disgusting..."

Abacus: "(╬￣dish￣) convex"

"That's the emoji... emoticons." Zi Baifeng chuckled. He taught Uncle Qingshi this set of emoji. When he was in a good mood, he would write a few on the abacus. I will.

"What are the kaomoji? It's so disgusting... Why is that expression so strange... There is always a bad feeling..."

"He's talking about General Luo's majesty and majesty. Look to the right, that's a thumbs up!"

"Really?" General Luo always felt a little strange.

"Brother, it's time for lunch!" Little Shitou rushed in from the door and yelled, and seeing the abacus floating in the air, he immediately yelled, jumped on it, and grabbed the abacus, "My little abacus!"

Abacus: "(o^?^o)?"

This is saying hello to Xiaoshitou, who is his playmate.

The abacus crackled and pinched Xiaoshi's fingers, and the little stone waved his hands, fighting with the abacus.

One person, one abacus, playing around, jumping up and down, immediately made the whole study jump.

"Brother, I took the abacus to play!" Xiao Shitou turned and ran with the abacus in his arms, he had long forgotten that he came to ask Zi Baifeng to eat.

"Slow down..." Zi Baifeng went out, and saw the little stone throw the abacus on the ground, stepped on it, and slid away with a whoosh.

"Little Stone!" Zi Baifeng's voice suddenly rose an octave. No wonder he always felt that the abacus was dirty all day long. It turned out that Xiao Shitou used it as a skateboard!
"Look at my invincible Hot Wheels!" Little Shitou was not afraid of Zibaifeng, so he yelled and disappeared with a whoosh.

Zi Baifeng was dumbfounded, the little stone was so obedient before, but now...give me back my little stone!

Luo Qianshan turned his head to look at Zi Baifeng, the meaning was obvious: I need an explanation.

It's too weird to be a monster.

Zi Baifeng didn't have time to explain to him, he took out Feijianzi's flying sword and grinned.

Finally, the flying sword can be completely refined.

The first level of Yao Yang Jue can't deal with this flying sword, but he doesn't believe it, now that it's at the second level, it still can't deal with this flying sword!

Zi Baifeng didn't know how the immortals refined the flying swords, but in his eyes, all things have spirits, the difference is that the spirits are mixed with some spiritual energy and spirituality, what are the attributes of the spiritual energy, and what is the spirituality? What kind of spirituality.

The aura wrapped around the flying sword showed a blazing white light, like a hedgehog, sharp and repellent.Zi Baifeng stretched out a hand, and got lucky with the formula of raising a demon.

Unity turns into yin and yang, and yin and yang give birth to some stubborn stones.

The aura of Raising Demon Art turned into black and white, black is yin, thick like night.White is yang, as warm as the sun.One yin and one yang, one black and one white.

Black, pure black.White, white and clear.

This is right and wrong, right and wrong.

"The current refining method only uses the flying sword as a tool, so it is wrong." Zi Baifeng murmured, and he stretched out his finger to wipe it lightly.The yin and yang aura emerged, and the aura on the flying sword that was originally obtained by Jianzi's hard work was wiped out.

Immortals refine flying swords to use them as weapons, and there is absolutely no reason for their own flying swords to become demons.But Zi Baifeng's formula for raising demons is different.

The flying sword that had been wiped of its aura let out a wail, trembled a few times, and turned into a three-foot-long Qingfeng sword, no longer the pocket-sized and exquisite appearance.

Then, Zi Baifeng took a deep breath, and then practiced the Yao Yang Jue, the yin and yang aura filled his fingertips, and the handwriting on the black background and white light began to spread on the flying sword.

"The three feet of water in the box of the ancestors once entered Wutan to kill the dragon son.

The gaping moon is slanting and the dew is cold, and the practice belt can not be blown.

Jiao fetal skin old tribulus thorns, grebe quenched white pheasant tail.

It's Jingke's whole heart, and he clearly sees the word Chunfang.

No silk clusters of gold hang down, and the divine light wants to cut off the blue field jade.

Put forward the Western White Emperor to be frightened, Aoao ghost mother Qiujiao cry. "

The spiritual energy was born from the formula of raising demons, but the spirituality was infused by Zi Baifeng. After one pass, Qingfeng changed his color.

Like flowing water—the three-foot green front is no longer the color of gold and iron, let alone stupid and black, but has turned into flowing water, the whole thing is distorted and blurred, and it seems that you can hear it if you listen carefully. The sound of gurgling water.

But Zi Baifeng didn't stop at all, and did it again.

Like a gaping moon—the three-foot sword like flowing water emitted a cute light, just like a beam of moonlight leaking through the cracks in the window.

Zi Baifeng did it again.

Like a practice belt—the long sword emitting moonlight, suddenly changed its appearance again, like a belt formed by cutting the moonlight, and the light on it flowed like flowing water.

Zi Baifeng stopped writing, and held up the sword in his hands.

It is as thin as a cicada's wing, about three feet long, and its brilliance flows, looming.

The second tactic, the demon-raising tactic, has extraordinary effects. Although the flying sword is extremely powerful, it has no spirituality. It is just a first-level, completely uncivilized existence.At this time, under Zi Baifeng's "yin and yang", his form was quickly changed.

Zi Baifeng looked intently, and the spiritual energy and spiritual power had already penetrated into it, and the spiritual energy was even more than when Fei Jianzi manipulated it before.

It's just that three times is still too little, the aura is enough, but the spirituality is not much.

Zi Baifeng wrote it over and over again, and the spiritual energy in his body circulated and was poured into the flying sword in his hand.

After writing, the sword in his hand no longer had the shape of a sword, but turned into a stream of moonlight, coiling and bending in Zi Baifeng's hands as if he was alive, and even raised his head like a snake—it It has gradually been opened to spiritual wisdom.

Xiaoqing, who had just shrunk in Zibai's sleeves, poked her head out suspiciously, tilted her head to look at it for a moment, and immediately spit out a letter enthusiastically, and was about to lean on it.

This white moonlight horse looked like a translucent white snake, Xiaoqing who happened to be watching The Legend of the White Snake couldn't bear it, and immediately pounced on it.

"Be careful!" Zi Baifeng quickly reached out and grabbed its tail and dragged it back, teaching it: "Stupid, that's not a snake, that's a sword! Cut you in two!"

Putting the unwilling green snake back into his sleeve, the "white snake" in Zi Baifeng's other hand flew up meanderingly, like a glowing little dragon, circling and bending in the air.

Luo Qianshan stared at him with wide eyes, everything in front of him was too mysterious, he asked in a daze, "Bai Feng... who the hell are you?"

"I, only tell the truth, Zi Baifeng!" Zi Baifeng raised his eyebrows.

As soon as he waved his hand, the flying sword like a spirit snake flew into his hand.

Both hands straightened the long sword in his hand like a paper tape, like a moonlight in his hand, if you don't look carefully, you may not be able to see clearly.

"I'll call you Shuyue." Zi Baifeng lightly raised his hand, and the Shuyue sword turned into a stream of light in the air, shot Zi Baifeng's wrist quickly, and turned into something like a wristband.

"Bring it!" Zi Baifeng stretched out his hand.

"What do you bring?" Zi Baifeng's eyes widened.

"Sword, Shuyue Sword!"

"Why do you want to give it to you?" Zi Baifeng rolled his eyes.

"If you don't give it to me, do you want to use it? You don't know swordsmanship!" Luo Qianshan was confident.

"I don't know how to use swordsmanship?" Zi Baifeng waved his hand, and the Shuyue Sword was already in his hand: "Then try it! Look at the sword!"

The sword light was glowing, and it had already gone straight to Luo Qianshan's face.

Luo Qianshan was taken aback, the waist knife in his hand was out of its sheath, and he blocked the blow, but just blocked it, he felt a sudden light in his hand, he quickly bent back to dodge, the sword light brushed against his nose, and almost killed him It was cut in half by a sword.

The long sword in Zi Baifeng's hand was still powerful and relentless, attacking continuously, the waist knife in Luo Qianshan's hand was blocked from left to right, and there were only a few squeaks, not even the sound of gold and iron clashing , The knife in his hand was cut into pieces like tofu.

His usual waist knife and the one given to him by Zi Baifeng had been lost when he assassinated Fei Jianzi. At this time, the waist knife in his hand was borrowed from Yan Lao Wu, but it was also a good knife, and it was tempered and tested. It is well maintained, but it is not even qualified to block Shuyue Sword.

"Stop!" Seeing that Zi Baifeng kept attacking, there was only one handle left in his hand, Luo Qianshan quickly raised his hand and surrendered, staring at him as if he didn't know Zi Baifeng, and asked in surprise: "How do you know swordsmanship?"

Zi Baifeng's offensive was continuous and flawless. Even if Luo Qianshan wanted to fight back, he would have no chance. Obviously, he was extremely skilled in swordsmanship.

"I don't know how." Zi Baifeng chuckled, and shook the Shuyue Sword in his hand, and the Shuyuejian turned into a cloud of moonlight and returned to his wrist.

"You treat me as blind!" Luo Qianshan is not so easy to fool.

"I won't, but it will." Zi Baifeng shook his wrist, and the hazy moonlight shrouded his wrist, which was his protection.

Luo Qianshan stretched out his hand again.

"Why? I don't want to cut off my hand anymore?" Zi Baifeng stared again.

Who has the highest force value now?Who is the boss now?Do you still want to be a tyrant?
"Do it for me too!" Luo Qianshan insisted.

　It’s too late to come back again, continue to code words, come back later to add essence~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)