Chapter 1333 Divine Sword

Chapter 1355 Slaying the Divine 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 huge snow-white wings. It has a mighty aura and faintly revealing divine might.

The man was wearing silver armor, tall and handsome, but his whole body showed a coldness, especially those eyes, which seemed to look directly at people's hearts and were indifferent.

This made Wushuang suddenly think of the name of this palace - the Hall of Heartlessness.

It seems to match the temperament of this person.

He was holding a dark green long sword in his left hand, and the blade was dripping with blood.

Long Mo Shen stared at the man in the portrait, his brows furrowed.

Wushuang suddenly said:

"Uncle, is the drop of blood you fused in the Vermillion Bird Immortal Domain the divine blood of this man? The armor on his body is exactly the same as yours! If that's the case, maybe this man is the real master of the jade finger, or Said it was the last master!"

The reason why he didn't think that the previous God was this person was because when he saw the body of the God, the blood of Uncle Huang did not fluctuate, indicating that the blood of God was not a God, but someone else.

The corpse of the High God has been jadeized, and it is impossible to see his appearance, but his height is a little shorter than this person, so it can be determined that it is not the same person.

"It's him."

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

He pointed to the portrait.

Wushuang followed his finger and saw that it was the position of the man's right hand. Half of it was covered by the white tiger's head, but he could vaguely see the shape of a ring, which was a little blurry.

If you look carefully with your divine sense, you can be sure that it is the jade finger.

"Really!"

Wushuang was surprised, but she didn't expect that she had guessed it correctly.

The former owner of Yuhuanzhi was actually the man in the portrait.

But whether the drop of divine blood that the uncle fused with was his or not, it is still impossible to draw a conclusion.

"This person is riding a divine beast, a white tiger. He is majestic and domineering. He looks very cold and arrogant, and he is also very powerful. He must have a very high status in the eternal world!"

Wushuang said, Uncle Huang combined with a drop of his divine blood can be much stronger, this person must be extremely powerful.

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

His eyes were too cold and arrogant to be terrifying, as if nothing in the world was worth his glance, nothing was there.

Uncle is not such a person.

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

Moreover, when Uncle Huang faced her at that time, he deliberately had a cold face and a burning heart in his heart.

"Don't worry about him, keep the portrait here."

Long Mo said lightly, waved his hand, and the portrait rolled up and threw it into the treasure pile.

Then he looked at Wushuang and said:

"Shuang'er, you go out for a walk first, and recognize the master of the space here for your husband."

"Okay, then I won't disturb Uncle Huang. I will chat with the little palace maids outside. Although they are puppets, they are all very interesting."

Wushuang nodded, waved his hand, and walked out relaxed.

When she arrived at the door, she suddenly turned her head and smiled: "Uncle, please don't hide anything from me!"

Long Mo smiled at her with a handsome and compelling smile.

"Don't worry, Shuang'er."

The tone was unbelievably gentle.

Wushuang then turned to leave with a smile, and closed 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 before.

He stretched out his hand and drew a long sword from behind the bookshelf.

The sword body is dark green, and the tentacles are cold.

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

He couldn't explain why he wanted to pay for the twins.

Maybe he has a feeling somewhere that the person on the portrait should be him before he was reincarnated into the immortal world.

Maybe it's because the sword's evil spirit is too heavy, and it is stained with a lot of negative aura, which makes his mood fluctuate.

Before he was sure, he didn't want to tell Shuang'er about it.

If not, best, he doesn't want to have anything to do with the past.

If it is, then he will reduce all influences to the minimum first, so that Shuang'er will not see the shadow of others in him.

He is too possessive towards Shuang'er, even in his previous life, he doesn't want to have an influence on him, he doesn't want to be another person.

The sword in his hand was vibrating and excited, and a steady stream of evil spirits and negative aura penetrated into his body through his hand like a wolf like a tiger.

Long Mo's complexion remained unchanged, calm as usual, holding the hilt of the sword fiercely, dissolving all kinds of breaths.

The dark green long sword finally succumbed, no longer showing coldness, no longer exuding various breaths, like an ordinary sword, the light dimmed in that instant.

But Long Mo knew deeply that this sword would not give in so easily. It was just like its master, rebellious, cold and arrogant as ice, full of suffocation, and would pull himself into a ruthless abyss! Change your emotions!

"You have to know that now you are begging me to use you, not me! I can use you for the rest of my life, or I can destroy you, don't try to challenge my bottom line!"

Long Mo looked at the dark green long sword coldly, and said coldly.

The long sword shook, as if he understood what he said.

Long Mo stared deeply at the word "Zhan Shen Jian" engraved on the sword, and threw it into the storage ring indifferently.

He doesn't want this sword, but it's even more inappropriate to keep this sword here. This sword is not an ordinary sword. It already has a sword spirit and soul, and it has self-consciousness. Only when he holds it can he rest assured.

...

When Wushuang and the little palace maid were chatting, they suddenly felt that the whole world was quiet, and the palace maids also paused for a while, and then the palace maids all knelt down:

"Welcome to the new owner!"

The palace ladies said respectfully.

Wushuang turned around and saw Uncle Huang approaching. She greeted her and said with a smile:

"Congratulations Uncle Huang! Successfully recognized the master! Haha, you can take the Dao tea as you like, I want to take it back and make tea!"

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

Wushuang frowned, as if she felt an unfamiliar aura, and when she was examining it, she couldn't feel anything, as if it was an illusion.

"Uncle, don't be ashamed, so many little palace maids are watching!"

Wushuang pushed gently.

"They are puppets."

The implication was that it was nothing to be seen by them.

However, Long Moshen kissed her on the forehead and let go of her without any gaffe.

"Let's go out."

Wushuang said with a smile, without asking any further questions.