Pigeon fine note

Chapter 13 Gu Gu Kou Gu

Gu Zeming plunged into the water and choked several times before recovering.

As a bird, it was inconvenient to move in the water, so he turned back into a human body.

Before Gu Zeming took a good look at what was going on around him, a wisp of reddish water slowly drifted past his eyes.

He looked along the source of the water, and saw a monk with a hideous face, half submerged in the mud at the bottom of the water.The cultivator held a dagger tightly in both hands and pierced it deeply into his chest. His eyes were bloodshot in his dull eyes.Red blood flowed from his chest.

This thread of blood flowed slowly not far away.

Gu Zeming looked along the past again.

A sword was floating in the water, and the silver-white sword exuded a faint light, becoming the only light source in the water.

Countless blood-colored water flowed towards the tip of the sword in all directions, spreading strange and bloody lines on the sword.

It was only then that Gu Zeming noticed that there were countless corpses floating around him, all sinking at an extremely slow speed.

He looked up and saw all black bodies, with no end in sight.

At the bottom of the water, there are countless wreckages sleeping silently.

Gu Zeming was speechless for a while.

He looked at the sword again, and carefully observed it for a long time: "...Magic sword, thousand calamities?"

The silver-white light shone brightly.

The magic sword uttered a sword cry, and a layer of water waves slowly spread out.

This sword cry was not as fierce as Gu Zeming imagined, but it could almost be called gentle.

Gu Zeming slowly approached the magic sword, tentatively holding the hilt.

Demon Sword made a joyful response.

Gu Zeming waved his hand twice casually.In an instant, strong water waves spread around, stirring up blood and water.Gu Zeming's cultivation base was too low, it was difficult to stabilize himself, and he was rolled several times by the chaotic swirl, and he was dizzy.

Demon Sword: "..."

The magic sword let out a disgusted sword cry.

Gu Zeming: "..."

He didn't dare to wield it any more, he only waited for the water to calm down, looked around, and asked Demon Sword suspiciously, "Where's your scabbard?"

The magic sword let out a low cry, and a little bit of starlight floated in front of Gu Zeming with memory fragments——

"There is no sheath for a thousand eons, you can't put it down when you pick it up." An old voice said.

Gu Zeming let go of his hand immediately in a panic.

The magic sword sank immediately, but fortunately, it reacted in time and floated back, avoiding the miserable situation of being plunged into the mud.It whimpered aggrievedly.

Gu Zeming: "...I'm sorry, I'm sorry. This can't be put down, it scared me."

He gripped the hilt again.

...That counts, got the magic sword?Gu Zeming thought, it's too easy, he didn't do anything.

By the way, what about the Demon Venerable?

He sensed it carefully, found the familiar wisp of devilish energy, and leaned over.

Different from the expressions of panic, resentment or pain on the faces of other lifeless bodies, Mozun Xingchang just closed his eyes calmly and floated in the water.

Unsurprisingly, the knots on his head loosened under the impact of the water, and his long hair spread out along the water.

Gu Zeming moved a little closer.

Mozun closed his eyes tightly, his long eyelashes cast a shadow, as if he was just asleep.His brows and eyes were all calm, except for the faint hint of unhappiness at the corners of his lips, it was completely impossible to tell that he was fighting fiercely with his inner demons at this moment.

Gu Zeming remembered that he once told Cang Cang that even if she is an object, she is the most beautiful object in his heart.

...that sentence, if it was a day late, after he met the demon king, he would not be able to say it.

He couldn't help raising his head, wanting to touch the demon's eyelashes——

At that moment, the subconscious flash of pain in the waist brought Gu Zeming back to his senses.

... No matter how beautiful it is, it is an object that can hurt people.

Before Gu Zeming could get discouraged by this, he was interrupted by the roar above his head.

"boom--"

"Boom—"

The water flow was turbulent, rolling up layers of evil spirits.

"The seal is loose!" An indistinct shout came from a distance, "Everyone, work harder!"

Gu Zeming clenched his sword tightly.

Outside... the monks are breaking the formation?Do you want to use brute force to break the enchantment of the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water?This abundant aura...doesn't seem to be a demon cultivator...?

By the time he realized it, the pattern on Demon Sword's body was already glowing with scorching blood.

"boom--"

With the last roar, the mirror flower water moon that had lasted for thousands of years was shattered.

The world was silent for a moment.

The next moment, the lake surged out of the snow-white spar, engulfed in the vast anger of the Demon Sword, and swallowed everything, leaving only the clanging sword sound hovering in the air, as if it wanted to pierce everyone's eardrums, and slammed into the brain fiercely. Carve a word——

dead!