Yuanshen: Liyue Storyteller, Zhongli Gives Me God's Heart

Then, there was another sound.

"boom--!!!"

Purple light and blue light came from Guyun Pavilion, illuminating the entire Liyue brightly.

The attention of the two immediately returned to the battle between man and devil in Guyun Pavilion.

"Wow……"

The shock in Hu Tao's heart could no longer be expressed in words, and it took a long time to say a word:

"I know that blue light belongs to the Whirlpool Demon God."

"This purple beam of light is stronger than the blue light?"

"Could it be that the immortal made the move?"

Although Hu Tao knew that Lin Zhibei was strong, he didn't know that Lin Zhibei was in the Qunyu Pavilion at the moment, so he only regarded this blow as the hand of an immortal.

And Zhongli Jintong looked at the Guyun Pavilion, and he could see it clearly.

"This sword, I'm afraid it's the sword that cut through the sea to Dao's wife."

Zhong Li only felt a little murmuring in his heart.

The power of this sword, not to mention the level of the seal, is already comparable to Tianxing in terms of destructive power.

"The power of Mr. Lin's sword is so strong..."

Although Zhong Li could clearly see Lin Zhibei's every move in the sky above Guyun Pavilion, he didn't know that even with this sword, Lin Zhibei still held back his strength, for fear that Oser's sword would directly and completely shatter it and cause a god disaster.

Seeing that the purple light completely overwhelmed the blue light and bombarded the huge body of the vortex demon god Oser.

In the next second, a golden light suddenly appeared, and Zhong Li was of course the most familiar.

And Hu Tao probably understood the meaning of this:

"This is a win! Right?"

"Speaking of which, Yanshen wants to send Xian Dianyi when he dies. I don't know if it's necessary for Oser to die?"

"It's a demon god, isn't it? I'll keep it for him and send it away happily!"

Hu Tao talked more and more vigorously, wishing to go and make arrangements for Oserer now.

Zhong Li, who was standing beside him with emotion, only felt that the atmosphere was completely destroyed by walnuts.

There are more than one black line on the face.

"Master Hu, it's getting late, you should go back to sleep."

"Don't you have to prepare for business tomorrow?"

Zhong Li said that on purpose, otherwise Hu Tao would not be willing to leave at all.

He lent Lin Zhibei the shield of Yuzhang himself, how could he die?

"Oh." Hu Tao looked in the direction of Guyun Pavilion reluctantly, as if she still had something to say.

Being pushed all the way by Zhongli, he was finally sent downstairs.

Sending Hu Tao away, Zhong Li let out a sigh of relief.

Hey.

Working with Master Hu is like raising a child.

Still the kind of bear.

He cast his golden pupils on Guyun Pavilion again, and looked clearly at the weapon in Lin Zhibei's hand, Dream Yixin.

"?.? The Zidian that came from Daozuma is the knife of this deceased man..."

Zhongli muttered in his mouth, and his expression seemed to recall many old stories of his old friends.

Suddenly, Zhongli felt a new breath of demon god coming from the direction of Daozuma.

"really……"

Zhongli had expected it.

There is no reason not to return something that has been taken from others.

You see, people come to ask for it.

But in the next second, Zhong Li only heard a voice full of supreme majesty:

"Morax, come out!"

Zhong Li only felt his eyelids twitch.

It's not my business? !

Whoever took it you look for!

Now that you come to me, doesn't it mean that you want me to tell Quan (Qian Hao) that Li Yue is suspended animation?Zhongli immediately struggled in his heart.

To go or not to go?

If you go, the plan of feigning death will be in vain.

Don't go... What if Mr. Lin starts a war with Dao's wife.

I don't seem to care about it.

This plan of feigning death seems to have been unintentionally sabotaged by Mr. Lin.

Thinking of this, Zhong Li only felt a little regretful.

Zhongli's regret is not unreasonable. Anyone who is told to work for another five years before retiring will feel uncomfortable.

But apart from a bit of regret, Zhongli had a smile on his face.

With such a suitable candidate, why let Liyue go alone?

A golden light suddenly appeared on the roof of Xiangsheng Hall, and when he looked again, Zhong Li had already disappeared.

Hu Tao, who had all gone downstairs, ran back bouncingly, "Zhongli! Zhongli! I suddenly thought of something..." "Huh? Where is he?".

Chapter 170 A big embarrassment, Ah Ying can't get back her dream Yixin (please subscribe)

In the endless night in front of Qunyu Pavilion.

One person and one god confront each other.

It was A Ying who came to ask for the knife, and Lin Zhibei who was holding on to Thor's lifeblood.

Aying looked at Lin Zhibei's tightly held Dream Yixin, and felt the strangeness in her body, she was really ashamed and angry.

What's embarrassing is that Lin Zhibei's holding his dream is the same as holding his own body. He can even feel the strength between Lin Zhibei's fingers clearly.

He was angry that his sister's only relic was taken away by this mortal who couldn't feel any celestial or divine power.

Ah Ying has never been bullied like this in his life.

"Give back your dreams to me!"

Aying was so angry that he forgot that he could beat this man up and get the knife back.

The majestic Thor actually asks for a knife from a mortal, this picture is simply too grassy.

Here Aying was extremely ashamed and angry, but Lin Zhibei was thinking about something else.

"Wow... Ah Ying."

"It seems that this is the first time I've seen Aying since I came to Tivat."

"The last time I was rushing to pawn my wallet, Ah Ying had already left."

"This figure...the clothes...the plywood slippers..."

083 Lin Zhibei, immersed in A Ying's beauty, completely forgot that he was still holding a dream in his hand, and concentrated on admiring A Ying.

Seeing that, Ah Ying only felt a burst of irritability in his body.

Ah Ying's patience over there was not good, seeing that Lin Zhibei didn't respond at all, Ah Ying just remembered something.

This knife is mine!What do I want from him?Wouldn't it be good if I just call it back?

"A mere mortal dares to take away my favorite knife..."

The words were almost squeezed out between the gaps between her teeth, and then A Ying shook the void in front of her, and the purple lightning flashed in her hand.

"Dream with one heart, come back!"

As soon as the words came out, it was like an imperial edict.

This Meng Yixin is not an ordinary sword. It has coexisted with Ying for hundreds of years, and it has already been integrated into her soul imprint by A Ying, so no matter where she is, A Ying can perceive the existence of Meng Yixin.

In the same way, no matter where Meng Yixin is, she will always respond to A Ying's call.

A Ying held out his right hand to the void, waiting for Meng Xinxin to break free from that hateful man's hand, return to his side, and then slowly settle accounts with this man and Morax.

but……

(bcaj) Meng Yixin in Lin Zhibei's hand remained motionless, dead silent.

The atmosphere gradually became awkward.

You know, it's not just Lin Zhibei and A Ying who are there, there are so many people watching from the ground.

The soldiers of Qianyan Army were the first to notice the embarrassing atmosphere, and they began to murmur quietly.

"Uh...that's Thor, right?"

"It should be. Although I haven't seen it, I have always heard of it."

"The knife in Mr. Lin's hand is Thor?"

"According to that woman, it seems to be..."

"But why didn't the knife intend to respond to Thor's appearance at all?"

"I don't know, is it because Mr. Lin is handsome?"

Not only the Qianyan Army made a noise, but even the immortals in Liyue started discussing it.

The first one to take the lead was Moon Cutting and Zhuyang Zhenjun, "Haha, as expected of an emperor, even the Thunder God's knife can be played in the palm of his hand.

"I don't think this is a good thing..."

Liu Yun is still reasonable, if that man is really Yanshen, Yanshen took Thor's sword...

This is an international event!

Others who were kept in the dark might not feel anything, but those who knew Lin Zhibei's identity were stunned.

"How can Mr. Lin even control the weapons of the gods?"

"This is really..."

But it's just thinking about it in my heart.

The farce above Qunyu Pavilion is still going on.

A Ying, who was already ashamed and angry, blushed a little, and scolded again:

"Dream with one heart, come back!"

A gust of wind blew by, causing Lin Zhibei's hair to move slightly, but Meng Yixin did not move at all.

A hundred meters away, everyone below could feel the embarrassment.

Even after experiencing a lot of gazing, I felt that my toes were a little tight.

And Yingmei also covered her face, she didn't dare to look any more.

The little Paimon next to him had no scruples, scratching his head and asking in doubt:

"Is that Thor, Ying?"

Ying glanced through her fingers, then looked at the reactions of the people around her, and nodded.

"probably……"

"Otherwise those fairy families shouldn't be so excited."

Paimon reminded and said: