Chapter 1387 The Floor Mat Is Ready. (First Update! Please Subscribe!)

Xiangge Bieyuan.

back hall.

The bead curtain is half rolled, and the embroidered tent is lightly covered.

Among the exquisite and elegant furnishings, on the open space, the blood-cloaked sword spirit with nine heads was half-kneeling on the ground, concentrating on peeling the skin of the flame-eyed winged tiger.

Its slender and soft catkins are lightly slid across, and the invulnerable, invulnerable tiger skin is like an orange peel, easily separated from the flesh and blood.

Dao Ling's control was exquisite, and his movements were flowing like clouds and flowing water, extremely smooth. Accompanied by the continuous barking sounds, the entire animal skin was quickly separated from the body of the Yantong Winged Tiger.

The tiger skin is smooth, fluffy and fluffy, except for the crack when Pei Ling took the spine, there is no damage at all, the whole ruffian is perfect, without any blemishes.

Right now, this piece of skin doesn't need any processing, as long as the blood foam is skimmed off by magic, it will be a practical and beautiful foot pad.

Dao Ling looked at his masterpiece, but shook his head slightly, and the head in the middle said: "Master's foot pads can't be so mediocre."

The first head on the right also nodded, and said in a sweet tone: "Master's foot pad must be unique!"

The first head on the left shouted hysterically: "Master's foot pads must not lack the sword intent!"

The second head on the right has a tyrannical expression: "The master's foot pads must be bloody and brutal, enough to show the majesty of the master!"

The second head on the left roared and roared: "Master's foot pads must be full of my traces, so as to remind those humble creatures who dare to approach the master at all times, the Nine Souls will always defend the master!!"

While talking, Dao Ling immediately started, chopping up this piece of animal skin randomly.

Looking at the dilapidated and horrific tiger skin in front of him, every crack and damage is full of saber-like tiger skin, Dao Ling felt that it was not enough, and with a thought, he stretched out his hand and swiped across the air, immediately from the body of the flame-eyed winged tiger. , took tiger bones, blood, internal organs...

After a messy operation, a pile of flesh and blood, fragments of organs, fur residues, condensed sword intent, and things full of resentment appeared on the open space.

Those flesh and organs seemed to be alive, and when they were trembling, purple-black blood flowed out, which looked horrifying and terrifying.

There is an indescribable power in it, giving people a sense of chaos and malice.

Only then did Ling Dao nodded in satisfaction. The floor mats are ready and can be sent to the master!

The owner is sure to love her craftsmanship!

So, Dao Ling picked up the floor mat that was still dripping with blood, and walked towards the front hall.

Not long after, she came to the main hall.

At this time, Pei Ling had just put away the corpses of the other four monsters.

"Master!" Seeing the master, Dao Ling immediately stepped forward happily.

Pei Ling looked back at Dao Ling, seeing that he was holding a bloody mess carefully in his hands, he couldn't help but nodded slightly.

Dao Ling didn't make floor mats, but made a... lantern?

Well, it still looks very holy.

Of course, anyway, that is redundant material, Jiupo can do whatever he wants.

Thinking of this, Pei Ling was about to praise, Dao Ling immediately said: "Master, the floor mat is ready, do you think it looks good?"

This is...the floor mat? ?

Pei Ling was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, he immediately looked seriously at the "foot pads" in front of him,

This thing, like a lantern, like a ball of meat, like a blood cell, like...

It's just... Forget it, the floor mats are a bit novel, and it's not a big deal. Maybe you can use them when you fight with Si Hong next time...

Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately smiled and said, "Good job! Very good! I'm very satisfied!"

Dao Ling was overjoyed immediately, and the nine heads said one after another: "The master is so kind! I really want to be with the master all the time, and never separate!"

"Hmm... master... ah... master..."

"Master! I want to make you another floor mat!!!"

"I want to be by my master's side at all times..."

Hearing the shouts of Dao Ling, Pei Ling smiled slightly, put away the foot pad immediately, and then stretched out his hand to capture the remaining monster bones in the room out of thin air. After sealing them, put them into the storage in the bag.

After making all the preparations, Pei Ling said, "Okay, let's go to a place."

"Yes! Master!"

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After a few days.

Cold Dark Sword Sect.

Valley of Five Colors.

The original location of the valley and surrounding mountains has changed beyond recognition.

An abyss appeared out of thin air, with smoke and dust in it.

The wall of the glazed abyss refracts all kinds of splendor, the sharpness and domineering interweaving of sword intent and sword intent, lingering and lingering, making all creatures avoid it and dare not approach it at all.

It was raining lightly.

In the middle of the sky, a beautiful figure in a plain dress stood alone in the air. Her blue hair was tall and silky, and a wooden hairpin was inserted obliquely. The light green skirt fluttered with the wind, and her temperament was clear and slightly cold, like a snow lotus standing on the top of a mountain, quietly blooming.

Its spiritual thoughts spread out mightily, preventing any danger from approaching.

Empress Liu, who was here to protect the Dharma before, left the day before yesterday.

Right now, there are only her, and the one in the abyss...

Yan Sichun's long eyelashes drooped, feeling the mixed and entangled sword intent and saber intent below, his face was extremely dignified.

The suzerain's sword intent has always been pure and concise, invincible to everything, wherever it goes, all methods are changed.

And the Saber Intent of the Saint Son of Chongming Sect is indomitable and domineering.

Don't ask about the mountains and rivers, don't ask about love and hatred, I will kill myself!

Its edge is so sharp that it is not under the sword intention of the suzerain.

Right now, the Valley of Five Colors, due to the battle between the two, has become an abyss of swords and swords lingering and full of swords.

Without more than a thousand years of time, the sword intent and sword intent here will not dissipate.

In the future, this place, with a little arrangement, can be used for the experience and understanding of the younger generations...

Just as he was thinking, a brilliant sword intent suddenly shot up from the bottom of the abyss!

Above the sky, the clouds cleared and the fog cleared in an instant, and the rain stopped.

Immediately, a crow-green figure stepped out from the bottom of the abyss, and stood in the sky in an instant, overlooking thousands of rivers and mountains.

His cassock was torn, his blood stains were as dry as ink, and his injuries had not yet recovered, but he was majestic, majestic and majestic. When he looked forward, the powerful aura made Yan Sichun, who was also in the Dao stage, feel palpitations.

She was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that it was the late stage of joining the Tao!

The suzerain has broken through!

Thinking of this, Yan Sichun immediately stepped forward and said with relief: "Congratulations to the suzerain, your cultivation has improved."

"It seems that the suzerain has benefited a lot from this battle!"

He Fuqiong also looked at Yan Sichun, he nodded slightly, and then said: "Pei Ling is indeed a good opponent."

After finishing speaking, he asked again, "Has the battle between Pei Ling and the Lord of Jiuyi Mountain started?"

Yan Sichun shook his head slightly and said, "It hasn't started yet."

"Pei Ling entered the territory of Jiuyi Mountain a few days ago, but the owner of the mountain is in retreat, so it is inconvenient to fight."

"This battle still needs to wait for some days."