God Seal: From an Epee Sword to Slashing the Holy Demon Continent

Chapter 71 Creation, Creation, Creation

Talking thoughtfully, Long Haoyu looked at the little white beast again.

The speed of the little white beast is not very fast, but the time has come to him in such a short time.

It's just as big as a palm, and it's white and fluffy. If you don't look carefully, you will only think that this little guy is a pendant, or at most it can be used as a hand warmer.

Looking up at Long Haoyu with his little head up, the front two little paws were grabbing his trouser legs, and the back two little claws were kicking constantly, struggling to climb up.

"This little guy..."

Long Haoyu smiled slightly, seeing the little white beast crawling so hard, he really wondered if this little guy would suddenly lose the strength to fall down halfway through the climb.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the little guy from his trouser legs. He didn't want to keep watching a picture of a little beast climbing a tree, but he himself was the tree here.

Maybe it's because of a little bit of strength, just as Long Haoyu grabbed the little white beast, the purple-gold eyes of the little white beast kept turning white, and the little pink tongue spit out from its mouth.

His head drooped on Long Haoyu's fingers, as if he was about to die.

"Brother, you are using too much strength, this little white beast is about to be crushed to death by you." At this moment, Long Haochen shouted from the side.

Long Haoyu came to his senses, and quickly let go of the little beast so that it could stand on his palm.

Because the little white beast was as big as a palm, it stood on Long Haoyu's palm at this moment, and its body stood up like a cat's fur, and then stood firmly on the palm, looking at Long Haoyu ghostly.

Facing the purple-gold eyes of the little white beast, Long Haoyu felt even more familiar, and couldn't help poking the little white beast

"Hello, little guy?" Long Haoyu greeted the little white beast.

The white-handed little beast didn't respond, and continued to stare at Long Haoyu for a long time, before he restrained himself from being furious.

A milky voice sounded in Long Haoyu's mind: "Chuang, Chuang, Chuang..."

"You can't speak?" Long Haoyu asked again.

"Create, create, create..."

It was still the same answer, still so childish, like a little animal that was just born, knowing nothing.

Long Haoyu didn't ask any more questions, and played with the little white-handed beast for a while, until the white-handed little beast rolled its eyes again, and then put the little guy on his shoulder.

It's true, this little thing really can't speak, and it can only repeat one word in mind communication.

The palm of his hand lightly pressed on his chest, a gray light burst out immediately, and the six spiritual stoves were released by him.

The little white beast is related to the Six Paths Spiritual Stove, so take this opportunity to explore it together.

Seeing the Six Paths Spirit Stove coming out, the eyes of the little white beast that had already sat on its shoulders suddenly lit up, without noticing that it was already very high from the ground.

With a flutter, he jumped towards the Six Paths Spiritual Stove, but the Six Paths Spiritual Stove was smaller than a palm, and the little white beast couldn't stand still after jumping on it.

As the body staggered, the little white beast discovered the truth about him in mid-air, and kept bouncing on the Six Paths Spiritual Stove, holding the Six Paths Spiritual Stove firmly with its four little paws, then looked at Long Haoyu pitifully.

"This……"

"Are you sure you can be a mount?"

Long Haoyu was a little speechless, he put the little white beast back on his shoulder, he had great doubts.

Getting down again, the little white beast sat on its shoulders holding the Six Paths Spiritual Stove, its small face pressed against the Six Paths Spiritual Stove, giggling silly.

"According to the situation in the trial space of the spiritual stove of the six paths, and the shadow instructor who has been practicing for the past two years in the human world, this spiritual stove should also represent other things."

"And now, this little white beast likes the Six Paths Spiritual Stove so much, and has a pair of purple-gold eyes, and the commander keeps creating."

"This little guy, shouldn't it be Chuangshi? Or is it the blood left by Chuangshi in this world?"

As Long Haoyu observed the situation of the little white beast, and the mutual attraction towards the Six Paths Spiritual Stove, a layer of fog in his heart was slowly lifted.

A very bold guess appeared in my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt it was possible.

"It's about why there is such a sense of familiarity. I remember the final decisive battle. When my little brother attacked Haoyue, it seemed that a pair of purple-gold eyes appeared to restrain Austin Griffin."

"According to the words of Austin Griffin at the time, and the unwilling roar, it seems that Chuangshi may really be alive, but he has been watching in secret."

"This little guy has been creating and creating, is it just to tell me that it is the creation of the world, or that it is the blood of the creation of the world?"

Long Haoyu was very suspicious about this, he remembered that when Haoyue was with Long Haochen at the beginning, he especially liked to eat five-flavored dried fish.

Compared with the white little beast's smirk holding the Six Paths Spirit Stove, he suddenly felt that it didn't violate harmony at all.

In particular, there are all kinds of final decisive battles that emerged in his memory. At first, he only thought that it was the promotion brought by the Throne of Eternity and Creation to his younger brother, or that there was something related to creation hidden in the Throne of Eternity and Creation.

But now it seems that many unknown factors have been added to the matter at this level.

"Brother, have you communicated with this little monster? Does it want to be your mount?" At this moment, Long Haochen suddenly spoke.

Seeing the little white beast smirking on his brother's shoulder with the Six Paths Spirit Stove in his arms, he made a bold guess.

Long Haoyu thought for a while, and thoughtfully said: "Maybe he has this kind of thought."

Thinking about the speculation in his heart, thinking that this little white beast might become his mount.

Very suddenly, his expression when looking at Long Haochen became strange, and many thoughts arose in his heart.

With the emergence of these thoughts, the weirdness on his expression became more and more obvious.

Long Haochen shivered for no reason, saw his elder brother's expression getting more and more strange, and muttered softly: "Brother..."

"Huh?" Long Haoyu was surprised.

"Do you feel that your current appearance is suddenly strange?" Long Haochen continued.

Long Haoyu came back to his senses and realized that there was something wrong with his expression, so he hurriedly managed his expression.

Returning to normal, he smiled, and then rubbed Long Haochen's head: "You're wrong, what's wrong with brother?"

After teasing him for a while, Long Haoyu retracted all his thoughts, and his eyes fell on the little white beast again.

Although the speculation has not yet been verified, the reaction between the little white beast and the Six Paths Spirit Stove is enough for him to take a gamble.

If the guess is really wrong, just the silly look of the little white beast, and the path he has been pursuing all along.

Having such an extra pendant seems to be something that can make the mood happy.

With a thought, he triggered an equal contract with the little white beast.

A purple light spot the size of a fingernail loomed between Long Haoyu's eyebrows.

Complicated and complicated runes are slowly outlined in the purple light spots.

(End of this chapter)