The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 106: Admission
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Mo Tianliao went to set up the formation without saying a word. He even called Bai Luo and Zi Mo for help, even coming over to join in the fun.
"I am an alchemist, and I don't understand formations." Hua Qing complained.
"You don't need to draw an array," Mo Tianliao handed him a groove, pointed to the mountain wall not far away, "nail this in."
The mountain guarding formation, according to the directions of the Jiugong Bagua, there are 72 grooves for installing spirit stones. Mo Tianliao stood in the void and used the array to determine the general direction, and touched his chin. Specific matters need to be treated concretely. Woyunzong's geographical location is special, with exactly 72 blessed places, each with a different environment.
The four people brainstormed and thought of various strange places.
For example, in the fire cave of Chiyan Blessed Land, on the top of the tower of Wanshu Blessed Land, there are sea bottom rocks that only Yuli and Yuanhai can find.
Mo Tian rarely saw them having a good time, so he ignored them and went straight to the central Wotian Cave to arrange the central formation.
Yan Lie was busy cleaning up the mess, but Tian Lang was very idle, so he went to Woqing Cave with Qingtong.
The little leopard who hadn't seen him for many days lost a lot of weight. When he saw Qingtong, he rushed over, clutching his shirt tightly without letting go, screaming "Wow wow wow" in his mouth.
"Why did Xiaopang lose weight?" Qingtong sat down in the rocking chair and put the little leopard on his legs to smooth the hair. The little leopard squinted comfortably and rolled his belly on his lap.
The big tiger followed, was stared at by the lord, pursed his ears, quietly walked behind the rocking chair, and moved to the feet of the master little by little.
When the little leopard saw the big tiger, he rushed over excitedly, plunged into the fur and rolled.
Tian Lang dragged a stool to sit next to Qingtong, and took his hand to grasp the pulse. The pulse is calm and peaceful. Most importantly, the incomplete spirit has been filled!
"Really healed him?" Tian Lang couldn't help exclaiming.
The mystery told him earlier that he still didn't believe it. I haven't heard that Shuangxiu can be beneficial to the soul, it may be that the big liar made up to fool Junior Brother. I didn't expect it to be true. But at the same time, it also shows that his junior brother has been given by that big liar...cough!
Qingtong glanced at his brother, the dog-like face was happy for a while, angry for a while, it looked funny, and he couldn't help reaching out and slapped his head.
"Are you really going to be with him?" Tian Lang crawled out of the mood of joy and sorrow, and couldn't help frowning, "He is now in the stage of transforming gods. The qualifications of the sacred tree body will be able to overcome the calamity in a short time, then..."
Qingtong looked down slowly: "I don't regret what I decide." The hand hidden under the snow-colored wide sleeves slowly tightened.
Tian Lang sighed and said no more. The cat is too bad to stay, and it is useless to say more, so I can only watch and protect it from the side.
The guarding mountain formation is very complicated. It took Mo Tianlio seven days and seven nights to set it up completely, and taught Tianlang and Xuanji how to use it. Then, he returned to the bed of Master Wo Qingdong and fell asleep.
Qingtong propped his head with one hand, slowly stretched out a slender finger, and gently painted on that handsome but domineering face. As I traced, I couldn't help but slowly leaned forward and licked the tip of that Yingting's nose.
This person is the best cat scratcher in the world, the best cat breeder, the best... There was a burst of sorrow in his heart, Qingtong buried his face in the warm chest, and slowly closed his eyes Fell asleep.
When Mo Tianliao woke up, he saw a snow-colored kitten sleeping on the pillow with his head tilted, and his nose was covered with two little furry paws. Can't help but smile, leaning forward and kissing on the pink mat.
The Demon Dao Supreme Conference is just around the corner, and Mo Tianliu can't stay longer, so he packed up and left Woyunzong the next day.
The little leopard was reluctant to leave Qingtong and didn't dare to jump up to act like a baby. He just squatted on the ground and hooked the snow-colored clothes tentatively.
Mo Tianliao looked at the little guy and blamed the poor, so he picked it up and put it on the big tiger's head: "When the big fat goes there, take the little fat too."
The big tiger bared his teeth, this guy, he dare to call him fat!
Tian Lang never agreed with the two of them, but silently accepted the gifts, and enthusiastically went to study the protection of the mountain.
Xuanji went with Yan Lie with a bitter face to send off the corpses of Qingyunzong.
The two set off again in the Crystal Palace. Time was short, and they went directly to the venue of the Supreme Convention.
The Demon Dao Supreme Conference is usually held near the Demon Palace of the First Master. Because Ming Yan has been the No. 1 Venerable for a long time, everyone is accustomed to convening in Ming Yan Demon Palace.
The top ten magic gates and many casual repairs gathered on an open flat ground. This is a valley surrounded by a circle of mountains, and there is an enchantment set up around it to ensure that no matter how you fight, it will not damage the surrounding mountains.
All the demon lords are sitting on a high platform in the void, Ming Yan sits in the center, and the other demon lords are on both sides.
The conference is about to begin, and Mo Tianliao has not yet arrived.
"I said it was a fake, I didn't dare to come." He pointed to the empty spot and laughed, the black nightmare crawled at his feet, yawned, and reached out to hook the peacock's tail next to the hook.
Feng Su’s demon is a very beautiful big peacock, dragging a long tail and standing with his head high. When the lion scratched his tail, he slowly turned his head and glanced at him, then turned around. Pay attention to him.
The big lion got an inch and continued to scratch.
The peacock turned his head and pecked him vigorously, but the hair on his neck was too thick and it didn't hurt even if he pecked.
"Stupid lion!"
"Sao Peacock!"
Because of being suppressed by the owner and unable to fight, a lion and a bird began to curse in animal language.
There is no familiar with Chi Xiang, and he doesn't interrupt when he hears the words of Slaying Ground about Futian. He knew very well that that person was Futian, because almost all of the subordinates he sent to Wo Yunzong died, only two came back alive. Wo Yunzong was protected by the Calcined Heaven, and it was much more difficult than before to grab the monster beast. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little irritable.
Mo Tianliao is indeed still on the way, but he is not in a hurry.
In the first few days of the Supreme Conference, people from the top ten demon sects were fighting. The newly promoted cultivators of the gods must win the top three before they have the opportunity to challenge the demon.
Pour a little soy sauce on the steamed cold spring fish and walk to the top floor. Qingtong is sitting in a rocking chair and looking into the distance.
"Baby, eat fish." Mo Tianliao shook the fish in front of him.
Qingtong looked up and said: "I don't want to eat now."
Mo Tianluo put the fish aside, leaned over to pick up the person in the rocking chair, and put him on the rocking chair by himself, letting him lean in his arms: "What do you think? The fish is gone?" As he said, he leaned forward, bit a jade-white ear and gently grinded his teeth.
"Um..." Qingtong trembled slightly, and pulled his ears out, "When you get to the conference, tell them that I am your favorite."
"Huh?" Mo Tianliao was taken aback. He intended to turn Qingtong into a cat's nest in his arms, but what he meant was to see those guys in human form? How does that work! As the elder of Wo Yunzong, although there are not many people who recognize Qingtong in the magic way, it is not that there are not. Such actions have exposed the secrets of Wo Yunzong.
"I'm afraid that things about the sect will soon be hidden," Qingtong pursed his lips, "They all have magical pets on the court, and you will not suffer."
Mo Tianliao lowered his eyes for a moment and shook his head. Although Wo Yunzong’s news leaked out, it could last a day. What's more, his treasure is so beautiful that he didn't want to show it to those few people!
"I didn't have a pet before, so I can still sit in the position of the devil, what's afraid of?" Mo Tianliao chuckled lightly, slowly licking the white neck, a pair of big hands not honestly sneaking into the shirt.
"Um..." Qingtong made a profit, and wanted to get up, but Mo Tianliao pulled it back and kissed her lips.
Qingtong’s spirit has been repaired, and kissing again has no effect that can heal headaches, but Mo Tianlio is still happy. While kissing, he unbuttoned Qingtong's belt.
"No..." Qingtong opened his eyes abruptly and pushed Mo Tianliao away.
Mo Tianliao was caught off guard, fell from the rocking chair, with all his feet up to the sky, looking at Qingtong who was stunned, couldn't help laughing: "Baby, why did you work so hard, I was almost thrown by you."
Qingtong pursed her lips and snorted coldly.
"Do you not like to be outside?" Mo Tianliao got up and put Qingtong Tower in his arms, "Then we go back to the bedroom?"
"No!" Qingtong pushed him away, picked up the fish on the table, and went downstairs to eat the fish.
Mo Tianliao scratched his head, not knowing why.
In the next few days, Qingtong refused to let him double repair, saying that the battle was about to recharge. What he said also made sense, Mo Tianliao could only concentrate on meditating and sort out the wood in the fire all over his body.
"Stop!" The goalkeeper at the venue blocked Mo Tianliao's way. The conference has already started for three days, and it has long since been allowed to enter.
People in the vicinity looked over and found that it turned out to be a cultivator of God. They couldn't help but stunned, and then they were a little gloating. It is expected that this person must be a casual cultivator, without any notice from the teacher, and no one to worship him. He came to **** the position of Demon Venerable with great interest, but was blocked because he was late.
Mo Tianlio ignored the gatekeeper, slowly raised his hand, and knocked out the invitation card in his hand.
The cyan jade slip has the imprint of the soul of Ming Yan, which can be released directly. Mo Tianlio took the cat in his arms and flew in directly.
Everyone is in an uproar, this person actually has an invitation! But aren't the several demons already on stage? A Moxiu who had just started to ask the seniors around him.
"Venerable Calcined Sky! That must be Venerable Calcined Sky!" The experienced Moxiu suddenly exclaimed.
Although it is said that the Demon Lord was dead, he did not come down from the position of the Demon Lord before his death. Now that he is resurrected from the dead, the position should be reserved for him, so he is naturally qualified to receive the invitation.
On the high platform, the crowds were staggering, and seeing a black streamer coming from a distance, they stopped their movements. Suddenly, Mo Tianliao, dressed in black and beautiful clothes, stood on the high platform, smiling and arching his hands at everyone: "I'm late, I will punish myself for three glasses." Saying like this, he grabbed the wine in the hand Jug, poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one go.
"Baking the sky!" He froze for a while, jumped up suddenly, and smashed the cup in his hand. "Fuck, it's you!" That respectful puppet kid wouldn't grab his hip flask!