Broken Night

Chapter Five Hundred and Ninety Seven - A Card

Mo Qingchou quickly took it and started with a heavy hand: "It's very heavy."

His eyes showed shock: "This is the [Silent Night] of the Holy Son?"

I saw Mo Qingchou caressing the body of the blade lightly, but it was cold when he started, but he could faintly feel the scorching heat in the cold: "Mingyan Jade?"

Xiao Hu nodded with a complicated look in his eyes: "I don't know where that guy found a piece of Mingyan Jade. In today's world, there are probably no more than three fingers of Mingyan Jade. Three of them are in the Heicheng Pagoda. One of the only..."

Mo Qingchou apparently also learned about this: "It is said that a corpse-pattern cultivator ran away from the treasure more than a hundred years ago, and has since disappeared. What he took away that day was a piece of Mingyan Jade."

"Mingyan jade is of great significance to our corpse pattern, and it is the most suitable treasure."

"I didn't expect this piece of Mingyan Jade to fall into Xu Yan's hands."

Speaking of this, his eyes gradually became solemn: "Holy Son, Mingyan Jade is the most precious treasure in the world. At the same time, because it is the product of Yin Qi and earth fire, it is the extremely cold flame of the strange fire in the world. The essence is fire, so nothing can melt.”

"This is the birth of the Water Casting One, which can only be nourished and assimilated with the Yin and Cold attributes. But..."

"Xu Yan really melted it."

"There is only one possibility."

Mo Qingchou's eyes flashed with disbelief, and his voice trembled slightly: "Xu Yan can control the most powerful fire in the world—Sky Fire!"

Xiao Hu's eyes flashed with a faint green light, but he didn't speak.

"Only the fire of the sky, when everything burns, can melt the jade. Holy son, the fire of the sky is the fire that is the most radiant in the world. Compared with the fire of the sky, what is the corpse soul obtained by Tietou? This is the real me. Doxing!"

Xiao Hu's face was indifferent, but his voice was like the cold of the nine secluded: "I told you to look at the weapons, not to break your mouth over there. This holy son has his own points."

Mo Qingchou suddenly felt agitated, hurriedly bowed to apologize, and didn't say anything again.

He suppressed the fear of Heavenly Fire in his heart. It is true that the power of the sky fire has great restraint on the corpse pattern, and as long as I think of it, it is difficult to control my heart.

He turned his gaze back to the blade, even in every detail. The more I look at it, the more I feel: "Holy Son, every detail of this weapon, from the length of the blade, the guard to the handle, is tailor-made for you. Although there are no patterns, but because of the high-quality materials, not only the above The spine of the ancient vicious beast is used as the blade, the flesh and blood is used as the handle, and the blade is made of Mingyan Jade. This weapon has infinite potential!"

Xiao Hu nodded and took over Silent Night. When the knife was held in his hand, the originally stagnant blue flame slowly flowed again, like a living thing. This kind of psychic feeling, Mo Qingchou could see at a glance that the Holy Son had recognized [Silent Night] as a Noble Phantasm, and began to nourish and resonate.

Such a divine weapon is regarded as a Noble Phantasm... It is hard to imagine how powerful it will be in the future!

After watching the soldiers, Xiao Hu opened his mouth and asked, "How did you teach about water casting?"

Mo Qingchou immediately replied: "Very good, there are more and more water casters than ever before. Weapons cast by water are the most suitable for my way."

If someone heard it, they would be shocked beyond belief.

Mo Qingchou, the master of water forging who created a vein of water forging and is admired by thousands of people, is actually a person in the corpse pattern. If this is the case, the water cast is actually because the weapon cast by water is the most suitable for the corpse pattern?

Xiao Hu nodded when he heard the words: "Compared to Huo Ding's flaming masculine breath and Cao Lian, they are too gentle and natural, both of which are not suitable for the corpse pattern. On the contrary, the way of water casting to yin and soft is suitable for my way. ”

After he finished speaking, he said again, "What happened to the tattoo I ordered you to build?"

Mo Qingchou hurriedly replied: "Fortunately, I didn't lose my life. Speaking of which, because of Xu Yan, I made a pattern soldier of the peak of the fourth rank——【Sunset】. I also sent it to the **** front line according to the order of the Holy Son. Fighter."

The corners of Xiao Hu's mouth twitched: "There must be various kinds of chess in your hand. In addition to those who are loyal to protect the Lord, there must also be those who can only fight." He looked at Mo Qingchou: "And what you can do is not only to protect the Lord. I can even help my corpse lines become stronger from the bottom of my heart.”

Mo Qingchou knelt down quickly: "Thank you, Holy Son for your appreciation."

Xiao Hu stood up and looked into the distance again.

The topic suddenly changed: "Have you given the jade card?"

"Yes, Xu Yan took it without a doubt."

The three dots of fine ink in the distance had long since disappeared, but he clearly knew their movements.

"I should be going."

"Sturdy everything now. The more popular the water casting technique is, the stronger our corpse pattern will be."

"The Mingyan Jade you requested will be delivered later."

"Go on well."

Mo Qingchou showed joy, and bowed down again: "Thank you, Holy Son!"

When he raised his head again, where was Xiao Hu's figure? With Mo Qingchou's strength in the Fourth Palace, even if he has not yet stepped into the Nine Nether Realm, it is still very different from Xiao Hu's strength in the Second Palace. But just like this, Xiao Hu disappeared under Ruqiongou's strength, but Mo Qingchou couldn't feel its movement at all.

"As expected of the Holy Son..." Mo Qingchou's reverence for the Holy Son became more and more admirable.

The existence of Mo Qingchou, not to mention the world, there are only three people in the entire corpse pattern who know that he is a person in the corpse pattern.

The Taoist Lord, the newly appointed Great Elder Thin Tiger, and Xiao Hu, who is the Holy Son.

Because this is a trump card left by the former Great Elder, Hong Zhan.

Who knows when this card will be turned over and become a card that changes the world?

…………

Xiao Hu was walking in the woods.

This place is far enough away from Zangfeng, and it is no longer affected by Yishan, and the wind and snow fills the air.

Xiao Hu looked at the branches in the forest where the snow had been crushed, and it was very interesting.

Just a cold voice sounded: "Boy, don't order me indiscriminately. Not to mention such a boring thing." Xiao Hu smiled and said nothing. He has been running in with this big guy for a long time and has long known his temper.

huh...

The shadow had disappeared, as if it had disappeared into space.

Xiao Hu walked on his own, leaving the Heicheng Pagoda for too long, and he was also ready to go back.

This time, there are enough harvests, especially the [Silent Night]. Although he already had the [Wuguang] that was obtained from the Buddhist holy artifact in his hand, it was not his own after all. That means that [No Light] has a limit and is not a perfect fit with himself.

But [Silent Night] is his own Noble Phantasm, and as his strength becomes stronger, it also becomes stronger.

While talking, Xiao Hu stopped in place.

huh...

The dark shadow that just disappeared didn't know when it appeared beside me. I saw that this black shadow seemed to be neither false nor real, like a thick black fog, forcibly condensed into a black tiger phantom. And the pair of white vertical pupils looked around cautiously.

Xiao Hu also had a touch of moonlight in his eyes, and he had already used the [Night Moon Star Gazing] method.

Moon Eyes and White Eyes landed in the same direction at the same time.

At this moment, the shadow had already moved, as if a teleportation appeared, and those cold claws fell with the might of tearing the sky and the earth.