Dark Beast Summoner Chapter 1355: God Sword

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Chapter 1355 God Slayer Sword

The portrait hung in front of Long Moshen and Wushuang.

The man in the painting is riding on the back of a white tiger. The white tiger has black and white lines and giant snow-white wings on its back. It is mighty and faintly divine.

The man wears silver armor, is tall and handsome, but his whole body reveals a coldness, especially his eyes, as if looking straight into the heart, and indifferent.

This reminds Wushuang of the name of this palace-Ruthless Palace.

It seems to match the temperament of this person.

He is holding a dark green long sword in his left hand, which is dripping with blood.

Long Mo stared at the man on the portrait closely, his brows frowned.

Suddenly Wushuang said:

“Uncle emperor, the drop of blood you merged in the Vermillion Bird Immortal Territory, is it the man’s **** blood? The armor on his body is exactly the same as yours! If this is the case, maybe this man is the real man Master, or the last master!”

The reason why I don’t think that the previous God is this person is because when I saw the body of the God, the blood in his body did not fluctuate, indicating that the blood of the God was not from the God, it was something else. people.

The corpse of the God has been jadeized, and it is not visible, but the height is a little shorter than this person, so it can be confirmed that it is not the same person.

“It’s him.”

Long Mo squinted his eyes deeply and his voice was low.

He reached for the portrait.

Wushuang looked along the place of his fingers. It was the position of the man’s right hand. Half of it was obscured by Baihu’s head, but the shape of a ring could be vaguely seen, which was a little fuzzy.

Look carefully with divine sense to confirm that it is the jade finger.

“Really!”

Wushuang was surprised, but she really guessed it right.

The former owner of Yu Panzhi is actually the man in the portrait.

But it is impossible to conclude whether the drop of blood that the emperor has merged is his own.

“This person is riding on the beast white tiger, he is domineering, looks very cold and arrogant, but also very powerful, his status in the immortal world must be very high!”

Wushuang said, the emperor’s uncle can be much stronger with a drop of his blood, and this person must be extremely powerful.

But she didn’t think about the reincarnation of the emperor’s uncle, because they had been reincarnated once, and the man in the portrait looked like the kind of cold-blooded person without emotion.

His eyes were too cold, a little frighteningly cold and arrogant, as if everything in the world was not worthy of his attention, there was nothing.

Uncle Emperor is not such a person.

Although he was a little cold when we first met, he never had such a look.

Furthermore, when the emperor uncle faced her at that time, he always deliberately kept his face cold and his heart was hot.

“Don’t worry about him, let’s keep the portrait here.”

Long Mo said lightly, and with a wave of his hand, the portrait was rolled up and thrown into the treasure pile.

Then looked at Wushuang and said:

“Shuang’er, you first go out and play, and recognize the space for your husband.”

“Okay, then I won’t bother the emperor. I’ll talk to the little palace ladies outside. Although they are puppets, they are all very interesting.”

Wushuang nodded, waved, and walked out in a relaxed manner.

When she arrived at the door, she suddenly turned her head and smiled: “Uncle Emperor is not allowed to hide anything from me!”

Long Moshen smiled at her, a handsome smile.

“Don’t worry, Shuanger.”

The language is too soft.

Only then did Wushuang smile and turn to leave, and close the door for him intimately.

The door gradually closed, and Long Moshen’s handsome smiling face was covered by the shadow of the door.

The smile faded away, and he frowned and walked to the bookshelf, where the painting was hanging in front of him.

He reached out and drew a long sword from behind the bookshelf.

The sword body is dark green with cold tentacles.

If he hadn’t felt the call of the sword as soon as he came in, he would not have noticed, there would be a sword hidden behind the bookshelf.

He didn’t know why he had to split the pair.

Maybe he has a feeling in the dark, the person in the portrait should be him before he was reincarnated in the immortal world.

Maybe it was because this sword was too powerful, and it was stained with a lot of negative aura, which made his mood fluctuate.

He didn’t want to tell Shuang’er about it before he was uncertain.

If it’s not, it’s best. He doesn’t want to have anything to do with the past.

If it is, then he will first reduce all influence to a minimum, so that Shuang’er will not see other people’s shadows on him.

He is too possessive of Shuang’er. Even in his previous life, he doesn’t want to influence him. He doesn’t want to be another person.

The sword in his hand was shaking and agitated, and a steady stream of evil spirits and negative auras penetrated into his body like a wolf through his hand.

Long Mo’s deep complexion remained unchanged, calm as usual, holding the hilt of the sword fiercely, dissolving various auras.

The dark green long sword finally succumbed, no longer showing coldness, no longer exuding all kinds of aura, like an ordinary sword, the light of that moment dimmed.

But Long Moshen knew that this sword would not be so easy to succumb. It was like its master, unruly, cold and arrogant, full of evil spirits, and wanted to pull himself into the merciless abyss! Change your emotions!

“You have to know, now it is you who beg me to use you, not me to beg you! I can use you for the rest of my life, or ruin you, don’t try to challenge my bottom line!”

Long Moshen looked at the dark green sword with cold eyes, and said coldly.

The long sword shook, as if he understood what he was saying.

Long Mo stared at the three characters “God Sword” engraved on the sword, and coldly threw it into the storage ring.

He doesn’t want this sword, but this sword is more inappropriate to stay here. This sword is not an ordinary sword. It has a sword spirit and a sense of autonomy. Only if he holds it himself can he rest assured.

……

While Wushuang was chatting with the little palace lady, I suddenly felt that the whole world was quiet, and the palace lady paused for a while, and then the palace ladies knelt down:

“Welcome to the new owner!”

The ladies said respectfully.

Wushuang turned her head and saw the emperor’s uncle approaching, she greeted her and said with a smile:

“Congratulations to the emperor! You succeeded in acknowledging the lord! Haha, you can take the Dadao tea at will, I want to take it back to make tea!”

Long Moshen suddenly hugged her, buried her head on his chest, and sniffed the fragrance of her hair.

Wushuang’s brows frowned, as if he felt a strange aura. When she checked, she couldn’t feel anything. It seemed like an illusion.

“Uncle Emperor, are you ashamed, so many little ladies are watching!”

Wushuang pushed slightly.

“They are puppets.”

The implication is that it’s okay to be seen by them.

However, Long Moshen kissed her forehead, then let go of her, without showing any gaffe.

“Let’s go out.”

Wushuang said with a smile, without asking much.