Chapter 558: Chapter 320: Martial God Spits Treasures, Seven Points to the Original Energy!
Murong quickly chimed in, "Spit out the manual."
The first generation Martial God remained motionless, as if a corpse.
Duan Yun gave Murong a glance, ready to intensify the pressure on this pair.
Murong looked at the first generation Martial God and said to Duan Yun, "What sword should we use?"
"Try ’Pure and Single’ first," Duan Yun suggested.
"Alright!"
Murong had always been fearful of this first generation Martial God, even though he looked like a corpse. However, beside Old Demon Duan, his courage grew, and he raised his sword, striking a move named "A Night Listening to Spring Rain."
The Sword Qi representing "Pure and Single" instantly penetrated the opponent’s body, and Duan Yun picked up the Golden Snake Soft Sword, lashing out at the Valkyrie again.
This time, the first generation Martial God’s body noticeably trembled.
Murong saw this and said, "Let me do it!"
With that, he took the Golden Snake Soft Sword from Duan Yun’s hand and couldn’t resist hooking the Valkyrie’s chin with his hand, saying with a perverted look, "This Young Hero has many ways to use on her. I wonder how much her tall body can endure."
Then he let out a burst of loud laughter, "Hahaha..."
The laughter was particularly piercing, even Duan Yun felt it was somewhat perverted.
"If you don’t spit it out, this Young Hero will have to act!"
Seeing Murong about to strike, the first generation Martial God suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a scroll of the manual.
The manual was a bundle of bamboo slips, wrapped in tree sap, looking somewhat slippery.
Unexpectedly, it really came out!
The Martial God’s Library was inside his body.
"Not enough!"
Murong saw this and again squeezed the Valkyrie’s chin, threatening and enticing.
At this moment, the first generation Martial God’s face showed a pure expression, but he didn’t spit out anything more.
Duan Yun suddenly mounted the Valkyrie’s neck, like riding a horse, thus increasing the intensity.
"I’m giving you one last chance."
With a smack, the first generation Martial God spat out another scroll.
This time, both the Valkyrie and the first generation Martial God shed tears.
Tears of humiliation.
Leng Yixue looked through his far-sighted glasses at this scene, shocked, "You said he was unlike Old Demon, more like a Hero?"
Leng Yimeng blushed slightly and said, "When he acts like a Hero, he’s really a Hero. But when he’s a demon, he’s more of a demon than Old Demon."
Who else in the world could turn the legendary first generation Martial God and Valkyrie into such a state, except him?
"A little more!"
Murong gestured for Duan Yun to get down, wanting to ride the Valkyrie himself.
But this time, perhaps disliking him for being uglier than Duan Yun, the Valkyrie refused. Her blood vessels around her eyes bulged, and she shed bloody tears, "Golden Tree encounter."
"You and I are fated to meet." The first generation Martial God suddenly followed suit.
"Carrying the Martial God’s Library."
"Flying side by side."
"Ours!"
"All ours!"
Valkyrie and the first generation Martial God shouted in unison.
"Not good!"
Only hearing two explosions, the Valkyrie and the first generation Martial God, who had lived for hundreds of years, with their energy linked, their bodies surged and self-destructed together.
The corpses floated everywhere.
Duan Yun held a scroll rescued from the explosion, lamenting, "So stingy?"
Indeed, had he not acted in time, even this scroll spat out might not have been saved.
Murong was even more anxious, stomping his feet, "I haven’t rode yet! How come it’s so chaste with me!"
Feng Ling’er and others looked at him in shock, the meaning obvious—do you have no awareness of your image at all?
Being ridden by a handsome man like Duan Yun, even a loyal woman might understand, but you riding, even a flirt might commit suicide!
Duan Yun held the scroll that was nearly destroyed by the explosion, feeling apprehensive.
Almost none were left.
He glanced at it, only to see a crooked line of characters written on the bamboo slip—"seven points to the original energy."