The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 87: Go home
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I didn't think about the flying boat of my own school, but I always felt that such a huge flying boat, with complete facilities inside, was very proud. However, compared with the exquisite and luxurious Crystal Palace, it suddenly appeared extremely crude.
Mo Tianliao smiled and asked Master to enter, but the big tiger was taken aback and quickly followed.
Xuanji originally wanted to follow, but was stopped by Mo Tianliao: "Uncle Master, there are still a bunch of disciples on the flying boat. Someone has to take care of them?"
Looking back at the other disciples on the flying boat, Xuanji's expression became more gloomy.
"Uncle Second Master, let's go." Some rough voice came from behind, Xuanji turned his head and saw Mo Xiong with a big waist and a round waist beckoning at him.
Bai Luo couldn't go, so he gave the token to Mo Xiong. Mo Xiong liked to run around the most, and he readily agreed. However, Xuanji didn't want to go with Mo Xiong at all.
"Uncle Second Master, what is that Crystal Palace?"
"Uncle Second Master, are there any bees in the magic palace? I heard that magic honey is very delicious!"
"Uncle Ershi..."
Mysteriously grasped the hemp rope in his hand and looked at Mo Xiong's thick lips. He was so stupid that he liked to talk, really wanting to tie his big mouth.
Yun Yuan sat on the bow of the ship, looking at the Crystal Palace flying in front, with her eyesight, she could clearly see the situation inside. The big tiger was lying on his stomach in the hall on the first floor. Because the floor was transparent, he was a little scared and shrank on the carpet and did not dare to move. Qingtong leaned on the soft couch, barefoot, and buried his feet in the tiger's fur.
Mo Tianliao boiled and walked over with the tea, and said something to Qingtong's ear. Then, Qingtong raised his hand and waved, the walls of the Crystal Palace turned jade white, and no trace of what was inside could be seen.
Such a beautiful Crystal Palace, if you can live in for one night, this life is not in vain. Yun Yuan looked at Yunsong beside him: "Brother, can you tell Madam Tian Lang what the lord asked you to mention?"
Yun Song glanced at Junior Sister: "Naturally I mentioned it."
"What did he say?" Yun Yuan looked at his senior brother with scorching eyes. Sect Master asked Yun Song to find a way this time, and then mentioned the matter of marrying Yun Yuan to Qingtong.
It’s just that Yun Yuan doesn’t know, Qingyun Sect Master said, even if Qingtong is not good, mystery is fine, and if it doesn’t work, marry Tian Lang.
"He said, Qingtong already has a sweetheart," Yun Song took out the wine gourd around his waist and took a sip, "If you are anxious to marry someone, just marry him."
Yun Yuan flushed immediately upon hearing this, and slapped the railing on the deck with a slap: "Too much bullying!"
Tian Lang, the old bearded man, still wants to marry her?
"I told you a long time ago, you don’t believe in every good thing in Wo Yunzong." Yun Song added a fire at the right time. This junior sister, who maintains Qingtong everywhere, makes it difficult for him to do it. She turned around, and if she was confronting Wo Yunzong in the Demon Palace by then, she wouldn't be dragging him back.
On the other side, on the boat of Liuyunzong.
Because there is only Rubi as an elder, few people come to talk to her. Only her own confidante was by her side.
"Master, before the Sect Master asked you to question Master Qingtong what hurt Uncle Ding, why didn't you ask?" The disciple was very worried. Ding Hu remained unconscious, and the Sect Master couldn't save him. If you stay awake, Liuyunzong will lose a master refiner, which is a great loss.
"Stupid boy," Liu Bi took a veil to cover the corner of his mouth, "How does Venerable Calcined Tian compare with Ding Hu?"
"Naturally, the refining method of Venerable Calcined Heaven is even higher." The disciple said without hesitation.
In fact, no one has surpassed the ability to forge the sky so far. Ding Hu could be regarded as a master refiner, and was also called a genius when he was young, but Tian Tian was not an ordinary refiner at all. That day's unthinkable ideas and eclectic refining methods can always make incredible things. It can be said that that person is not just a master refiner, but a real culmination, saint refiner.
"I'm going to the Heavenly Demon Palace this time, I'm afraid that I won't find a handy Lingbao?" Liu Bi's slightly sharp eyes smiled into a crescent moon.
The disciple was taken aback for a moment, and then he suddenly started. They are stubborn with Dinghu, don't they just look forward to the day when he is in a good mood and build a good spirit tool for himself, if he can get one in the Forge Demon Palace, why bother to go to Dinghu again.
For most monks, it is enough to have a spiritual weapon in a lifetime.
Like the Venerable Land Killer, there are three spiritual weapons at the same time, it is pure money.
Mo Tianliao stood on the top floor of the Crystal Palace, looking at the mountains and rivers below, and he was about to reach the Magic Palace, suddenly feeling a little bit timid about his hometown.
He built it with one hand. From a poor little refiner to the supreme demon, that place has also changed from a simple refinery room to a huge palace. For Mo Tianliao, that is the real home.
The hem of the clothes was pulled slightly, and Mo Tianliao turned his head to see Qingtong on the rocking chair with his bare feet, hooking his clothes with his toes. The white and round toes were tinged with a faint pink color, and they shook his clothes like a shame.
Mo Tianliao smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to pinch that foot: "What's the matter?"
"Humph!" Qingtong retracted his feet and ignored him.
"Master called you twice." Meng Hu, who was squatting on the side, raised his head and said, then bowed his head and continued to eat.
Mo Tianliao pursed his lips and chuckled, walked over and sat down beside him, holding a slender hand to play with: "I'm thinking, when we go home later, should we take a shower or sleep first."
"Eat cold spring fish." Qingtong took away his hand and said with staring eyes.
"The cold spring fish, I don't know if they are still alive." Mo Tianliao sighed. The cold spring fish is extremely difficult to feed, and good cold spring water must not be dirty.
The ice spring in the magic palace has been left unattended for so many years, and those delicate little fishes are afraid that they are not good enough.
"Go home?" Meng Hu moved his ears, "Master, where do you go back?"
Qingtong glanced at the stupid apprentice and ignored him.
"It's Master and my home, this time I will take the big brother to have a look." Mo Tianliao was a rare and generous one, and rubbed Meng Hu's head with his hand.
"How many times have you said, don't touch my head!"
All the way to the Forge Demon Palace calmly, the people of the Ten Great Demon Sects have already gathered in front of the door.
The Forge Devil Palace stands among a large area of connected mountains. Because of the burning world and earth fires buried in the mountains, most of the springs in the mountains are hot springs. Now it is midwinter. The heat of the hot springs meets the cold wind, transpiring into a haze, enveloping the mountains.
Looking down in midair, you can see the damaged mountains and collapsed houses, which have already dried up to black blood. Back then, someone closed the mountain guarding formation inside, but they didn't know that there were countless small formations under the big formation, and the sky-forged mountain guarding formation was too complicated and huge, even if it collapsed, other places still killed countless monks.
Blood flowed into a river, staining a hill red.
The disciples of the three major sects stood in the air and watched the situation below, and couldn't help but feel frightened.
In the past three hundred years, in order to prevent excessive deaths and injuries, the three major sects and the ten major demon gates have joined forces to create an enchantment. I came this time because Ding Ziyu of the Liuyun Sect said that he had cracked the mountain guard formation and drew a map of the magic palace, and then he was ready to come and explore. However, Ding Ziyu was already dead, and if there was a problem with the map he gave, everyone didn't make any sense.
However, the road to cultivation is going against the sky, and those who can reach the golden core cultivation base will not weaken their xinxing, but no one has the intention to retreat because of this danger.
The flying boat landed, and the people of the magic door had arrived.
Because the enchantment was created jointly, it must be opened by the elders of all sects. This is also to prevent one of them from sneaking in to hunt for treasure.
The people in the magic door dress darker, much more casual than in the right way. The righteous man combs his hair in a bun, and the woman wears a hairpin, tidy up. The Demon Sects don’t wear uniforms, some of them have disheveled heads and feet.
Mo Tianliao put on a cloak, covered his eyebrows, and followed the master.
The magic way has always been controlled by several demon masters, and these demon gates are attached to the demon master, and each has its own power. Most of those present today will also pay tribute to him, and there are not a few who know him, so naturally they cannot show up easily. Looking around, he couldn't help but curl his lips without seeing a demon's confidant.
The death of the rabbit and the fox are sad, and things hurt their kind. Several Demon Venerables have a tacit understanding of the immovable Lair of Forging Heaven, but they have taken a shot to divide his power, and it can be regarded as the most benevolent. Of course, it's also possible that those guys who understand Kaintian's behavior feel that the things in his magic palace must be pitted, and they won't use it, so they won't waste their strength.