Under the eyes of everyone, the master of Chunjun Peak, the most beloved younger brother of the second generation disciples, and the most beloved closed disciple of the head of Weiyangzong, sat in the Enlightenment Pool with a pot in his arms. Looking down at the golden body of the pot, the sockets of his eyes blushed silently.
Di Haosi couldn't sit still immediately, and aggressively waved away the stunned crowd with his sleeves, furiously: "That's the most precious pot of my precious apprentice, you pay for it!"
Fang Zhuxi hurriedly went to help him, and accompanied him to persuade him with a good voice. Everyone apologized repeatedly with embarrassing faces, and couldn't guarantee a certain amount of compensation. Di Wenqing was so small that he couldn't get in, so he jumped outside in a hurry.
There was a moment of turmoil, and the quarrel was almost unstoppable.
The water in the Enlightenment Pond is originally bleached, so once people with distracting thoughts enter it, they will feel so tortured and painful. Lu Zhuo took into account the pure heart of demons, so he didn't ask Su Shi to enter the Dao Pond to prove himself. But he never expected that his own dye would be bleached off.
Seeing that the situation became uncontrollable in an instant, Lu Zhuo's heart sank slightly, and he shook Su Shi's hand: "It's too late, I'll go attach to him first, if—"
Listening to his words, Su Shi's eyes almost appeared in front of Su Shi's eyes as the little golden man sitting upright in the pool, his whole body glowing with golden light and aura overflowing.
"No! That's something from the system store. If it fades again, you'll just turn him into a golden body!"
Clearly remembering the fate of his mask, Su Shi hurriedly grabbed his arm and pulled him back: "It's better to appease the demon first, I'm afraid he will make trouble..."
As soon as the words fell, the heart demon had already jumped out of the water with the golden cauldron in hand.
The Dao Pond was originally a treasure of the immortal family, used to wash away the dust and eliminate distracting thoughts. The heart demon is firm in his heart and only wants to be blamed. Naturally, he will not have any strange feelings. On the contrary, because his body is exactly Shu Mo's Yuanying, he accidentally tempered his Yuanying again, and his strength surged again in the blink of an eye. Up a few steps.
The strong spiritual power of the seventh floor, which is nearing the catastrophe period, surged violently, the black robe of the heart demon was scattered, the snow-colored lining dried instantly, and the ink-colored crane cloak was flying by the impact of the spiritual energy. It seems to be alive in an instant.
The sects and sects who came to find trouble today have not all entered the tribulation period, everyone panicked for a while, many people felt chest tightness, dizziness and difficulty supporting themselves just by being affected by the energy, and begged for forgiveness one after another.
The head of the sect has made up his mind to ask the apprentice to vent his anger, but he doesn't care about it anymore. With a flick of his sleeves, Fang Zhuxi helped him back to his seat, and ordered his two sons to be sent back to their respective places. The old god was watching this good show in the hall.
It was these people who forced themselves into that pond, and the pot faded.
It was a good big black pot, and it disappeared after only a few days of sleep. The demon was angry and aggrieved, his face was still conscientiously posing coldly, but his eyes were full of anger, he raised the pot to chase people and beat them, and there were screams one after another in the hall.
In the huge main hall, a group of powerful sects were chased and ran around with their heads in their arms. The spokesperson of the Weiyang sect, who was as rich as jade, was chasing after him with a golden pot, crying with a cold face.
The situation became more and more chaotic for a while.
No matter what, it is the powerful power of the seventh floor of the Transcending Tribulation Period, even if it is just hitting people with a pot, it is really enough for everyone to bear. If you have the confidence, you can still fight back desperately, but it happens that you are on other people's land, so you can barely use magic weapons to resist. But he didn't want the pot to come down, and under the blazing mana, the magic weapon in his hand disappeared in an instant.
"Hurry up, that pot is also a magic weapon, at least at the level of a Taiyi Golden Immortal!"
"Go, we must be caught in a trap!"
"Old man Di Haosi! This old man ruined your disciple's pot, and took away a Nine Suns True Cauldron, even if it is paid off! Don't come to find fault again!"
"The old man's purple gold sand furnace was also taken away! We will not avenge the three apprentices, and we must not trouble Mo Daomen again!"
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The people no longer cared about their demeanor, they ran away in a swarm, the originally noisy main hall became quiet in a blink of an eye.
Su Shi was in a complicated mood, and looked up at Lu Zhuo.
The latter also had a toothache from worry, and took a light breath: "My original plan was to make it more like a magic weapon..."
Looking at it now, the world of comprehension obviously wins by looking good.
As long as the appearance is golden enough to dazzle the eyes, even an unreasonable and tyrannical method like stealing a magic weapon will only be classified as a treasure of the Golden Immortal level, and no one will even have a little thought of going to the magic way.
The two were in mixed moods. They looked at each other, and the demon had already walked towards the corner of the room where they were standing.
The inner demon can sense that they are in the house, and there is no point in hiding them any longer. Lu Zhuo sighed softly, withdrew the illusion, and completely revealed the figures of the two.
"Little brother?"
Seeing that there was actually a younger brother next to Lu Zhuo, Fang Zhuxi's eyes showed deep suspicion, and he looked back and forth at the two people with almost identical faces: "This is, why is this—"
"The method of distraction! Disciple, have you really mastered the method of distraction?"
The headmaster's eyes suddenly brightened with surprise, and he walked over quickly, holding a disciple's arm with one hand and looking back and forth, not only a deep smile appeared on his face.
"Okay, okay! This method of distraction was supposed to come naturally after the Nascent Soul, but it was lost after the ancestor of the previous generation ascended, and no one can master it anymore. It turns out that you were asked to reproduce this distraction method in the world!"
Fang Zhuxi's eyes lit up when he heard the words, but he couldn't help but said in surprise: "Master, since the younger brother has mastered the method of distraction, can I ask the younger brother to preach—"
"Absolutely not! Everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty. What's more, your junior brother is now a thorn in the eyes of everyone, and you can't wait to dig a hole to harm him. Today's incident happened once, won't there be a second time? "
The head of the sect's eyes froze, he reprimanded in a deep voice, and held Su Shi's arm again: "You must not let others know about this matter, it is enough for you to know it alone, you don't even need to teach the master and your senior brother, you understand?"
Su Shi was dumbfounded, so he could only bend down to answer. The head of the sect was relieved now, and his eyes fell on the tall slender young man beside him thoughtfully.
No wonder Tu'er dressed so nicely, and hurried down the mountain again, it turned out that it was not for the girl, but for a young man.
Regardless of whether it is a man or a woman, they must take good care of their disciples.
The head of the sect's expression turned pale, and he was about to pretend to be majestic and question the other party's whereabouts, but the demon behind him suddenly grabbed Lu Zhuo's sleeves and handed the golden cauldron in front of him.
The arrogant and unruly young Jianxiu has handsome eyes and cold eyes. The dragon pattern ink cloak on his body is full of immortality, and the loose ink hair falls down from his shoulders. He holds the golden pot motionless in his hand, tears streaming down his face She stared at him with red eyes and didn't speak.
Facing the face that resembled his lover, Lu Zhuo really couldn't help but feel soft-hearted. He apologized to the head of the sect and added all the dyes on it cruelly.
Thick black air billowed out from the cuffs, and the headmaster stepped back half a step in astonishment, looking at the uninvited guest with vigilance in his eyes.
The inner demon didn't care about it, seeing the pot turned black and shiny again, his eyes lit up again, he hugged the pot back to his arms, walked quickly back to the pool of enlightenment, and threw it into it.
The black cauldron fell into the Dao Pond, and Gululu burst out a string of bubbles. Sure enough, the magic energy quickly dissipated, and even the pool gradually boiled because of this.
Everyone had different thoughts, but they all followed quickly together. When the boiling bubbles in the Dao Enlightenment Pool dissipated, I saw a golden cauldron lying quietly on the bottom of the pool. The extremely pure golden color made people's eyes hurt.
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"Big Luo Jinxian!"
The head of the sect exclaimed, ignoring the burning of the pool water, rushed over to pick up the pot, looked back and forth with trembling hands, trembling faintly due to shortness of breath.
"It's Da Luo Jinxian, that's right! Shangxian has taken a fancy to the qualifications of the apprentice? My apprentice is not only extremely talented, but also smart and filial, benevolent, loyal, brave, cute and cute..."
Su Shi couldn't take it anymore, so he interrupted: "Master—"
"Why do you still call me Master! Such an opportunity, you don't know how to grasp it yourself, do you still have to worry about your teacher?"
Lu Zhuo's identity was confirmed in a blink of an eye, and the head of the sect immediately lost his previous aura. Before he could push Su Shi to Lu Zhuo's side, he handed the golden pot back to the heart demon: "Take it, take it quickly, this is good stuff… "
"This is fake, I don't want it!"
The demon has endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but lose his temper, and threw the pot into the pool with all his strength.
The water in the pool splashed across the ground, fell to the ground and started bubbling in a blink of an eye, making a chilling sizzling sound.
Originally, she was born because of the pot, and her inner demons will become obsessed with everything that has anything to do with the pot, without the slightest calmness and rationality that is usually provocative. The two of them were helpless for a while, Su Shi took a deep breath, and was about to force Xin Mo to go offline, when a small figure suddenly ran in outside the door.
"Brother Mo, I'll give you the pot!"
Di Wenqing ran in happily, with a real big iron pot on his back, and stumbled into the embrace of the demon.
Heart Demon was slightly startled, squatted down and hugged him, and raised his hand to rub his hair.
Happily throwing himself into the embrace of the scent of ink, Di Wenqing's eyes were bright, he took off the heavy iron pot from his body, and tried to dip it into the pool water to show him: "I secretly took it out from the alchemy room. , look, it doesn't fade!"
Worried that the splashed pool water would hurt his son, the headmaster's expression changed slightly, and he was about to step forward to pull his son away, but the heart demon had already opened his robe sleeves, easily shaking the pool water away, and the thick and soft fabric took advantage of the situation to protect the little guy. It's solid.
In the past few days, Di Wenqing followed him to the alchemy room to make alchemy every day, and he was not afraid at all. He lay comfortably on his crane cloak, and put his arms around his neck: "Brother Mo, I will give you a big black pot. You want to marry mine!"
The cauldron in the alchemy room is specially forged from extraterrestrial meteorite for alchemy. Not only is it hard and strong, it will not react with any fairy grass, but it is also extremely black, even if it falls into the enlightenment pool, it is just washed down by some pot ash, but the color remains the same.
With the pot, the devil's expression turned pale, and his cold eyebrows and eyes softened in an instant.
Lowering his eyes, looking at the little guy in his arms with bright eyes, the corners of Xin Mo's lips finally curved slightly, and he rubbed his head
Di Wenqing was dissatisfied, and still held on to his sleeve, the evil spirit chuckled dumbly, and tapped his forehead with wrong fingers: "Then why don't you grow up faster?"
Di Wenqing groaned, raised his hand to cover his forehead, jumped up and down with joy, dragged him and ran outside: "I'm going to practice right now! Brother Mo is going too!"
Although the inner demon was pulled by him like this, he didn't show any signs of impatience. Instead, his eyes were vaguely gentle. He put the pot in his sleeve and was dragged out by him all the way.
They all resolutely didn't look at the low-quality pot seller again.
Seeing that the crisis of self-explosion of the heart demon was eliminated in an instant, Lu Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, and his reaction was very fast, and he pulled Su Shi to his side: "Shu Mo has me to take care of, the head can rest assured. The young head Since you like to get along with distracted minds, teach distracted minds to stay, and practice with the primordial spirit at the same time, it will also improve your progress."
The head of the sect had no reluctance, so he readily agreed, and even sent the two of them out of the mountain gate all the way, stuffing a lot of treasures from heaven and earth.
Seeing the two go away with the sword, the gratified smile on the head's face gradually faded, and he turned to Fang Zhuxi and said coldly: "How did that evil get out?"
Fang Zhuxi was stunned, and after a moment of hesitation, he bent down and bowed his head and said, "Master atones, but this disciple doesn't know."
"Go back and find out! There have been rumors that evil spirits have entered our Weiyang Sect before, and it must be groundless. That evil barrier has framed your junior brother again and again before, and this time Wenqing's distress is also inextricably linked to him. If There are demons..."
The head didn't continue, just let out a long sigh, turned around and went back up the mountain with Yujian.
"Remember to check thoroughly to see if there are any suddenly extra utensils beside him - there have been many legends before that after those powerful beings were severely injured, they either used people as furnaces, or hid them in some spiritual treasures. He Since he dared to enter the Dao Proving Pool, it is probably the latter."
Fang Zhuxi was startled inwardly, leaning over and answering in a low voice, he couldn't help worrying and said: "But Master, although all sects and sects have failed to please me from Weiyang Sect, the news has spread after all. If If things go on like this, will the reputation of the sect be damaged?"
"It's just a reputation, it's nothing to worry about."
The headmaster waved his hand slightly, pondered for a moment and said: "If there is nothing wrong, ask your junior brother to go out and circle a few more times, just the extra incense collected will be enough to spend another ten years..."
Originally, he still admired his master Qinggao indifferently, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, Fang Zhuxi looked up in astonishment, but Shi Shiran, the master, had already returned to the room, as if planning to retreat again.
"Let go of me - let go of me! I am the son of the head, who gave you the courage to lock me here!"
At the foot of the cliff, the ragged Di Wenhong has been chained up with black iron shackles.
He no longer has any spiritual power, and he just got injured all over his body in the pool of enlightenment. Being blown by the harsh wind from the foot of the mountain, I felt excruciating pain all over my body, wishing I could just hit my head to death.
Fang Zhuxi looked complicated, and sighed in a low voice: "Wen Hong, if you are not obsessed again and again, but insist on persecuting Junior Brother, why are you doing this?"
"But I clearly know that he is possessed by a demon, there is nothing wrong with him!"
Di Wenhong's face was ferocious, and he had long since neglected to take care of others. He struggled and said sharply: "Why do you only trust him and not me?"
"The two of you have clearly entered the Dao Proving Pool one after another. Could it be that you said that the Dao Proving Pool was tampered with by someone, so that you can't detect the devilish energy in your brother!"
Seeing that he was still obsessed with obsession, Fang Zhuxi's patience finally ran out, and he sternly reprimanded him, his sleeves rolled up and his eyes were cold.
"Everyone knows that you are jealous of junior brother. You two are about the same age. It is natural for you to feel unjust! But just because of this, you have to refuse to forgive him? Let me ask you, even if the evil spirit really invaded the body of junior brother, How can you know? Could it be that you saw it with your own eyes?"
"I-"
Di Wenhong's mind had long been lost, and he was almost about to say that he had introduced the demon into Shu Mo's body, but a slightly familiar gloomy voice suddenly sounded beside his ears: "Shut up! Do you want me to be buried with you?!"
There were only two of them in the cave, and the voice seemed to come to my ears out of thin air.
The gloomy low drink suddenly brought his mind back together, and he realized that his life was almost ruined by a single sentence, he was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat, and he couldn't continue speaking immediately.
Seeing that he was silent, Fang Zhuxi only thought that he was guilty of lying, but he didn't want to believe that Di Wenhong would have any connection with the evil spirit just as his master speculated. He glanced at his side and saw that there was nothing that could be used as a spiritual tool to hide the soul, so he didn't say any more, but said in a low voice: "Don't be obsessed anymore, so you can do it yourself."
Di Wenhong was still terrified by the voice in his ears, and hardly noticed his words, just fell to the ground blindly in a daze. Fang Zhuxi sighed softly, then turned and left.
After his figure completely disappeared, Di Wenhong finally cast his eyes around, and said tremblingly, "What are you going to do? I'm already useless now, and it's useless if you take my life!"
"Look down."
The gloomy voice sounded again, and he realized that a small pure black pot had fallen in front of him at some point. It was so exquisite and small that it could be easily held in the palm of someone's hand. When it fell on the ground, it was almost like a stone, and it was extremely difficult to attract attention.
Hearing that there was no killing intent in that voice, Di Wenhong finally plucked up the courage to pick up the pot.
Seeing that he was finally sensible, the voice let out a low laugh, and said slowly: "Do you still remember what you did before?"
Di Wenhong trembled and dared not speak, but her heart was as clear as a mirror.
In the Zangbao Pavilion, he not only identified Shu Mo, but also sold the evil spirit. If Fang Zhuxi hadn't refused to believe it, the evil spirit in Shu Mo's body at that time might have been wiped out.
Now if the other party came to seek revenge, he would have to die—but what if he lived? His dantian has long been abolished, and he has no place to stand in the sect. He is just lingering on his last breath. If Shu Mo starts to kill him, with just one word, anyone can come and kill him.
After thinking this through, he showed some sadness on his face, and said with a wry smile, "Are you here to seek revenge? Come on, it's nothing more than death, I have nothing to fear!"
"You want to die, but I don't want to."
The voice resounded faintly, revealing a black air, lingering around him without haste.
"That day you betrayed me in front of Fang Zhuxi. This vicious heart that sees the wind turn the rudder to cross the river and demolish the bridge is very suitable for my demon sect, but the brain is still a little worse-you should have thought of it. After you testified, I also How can I still be able to stay with Shu Mo? Shu Mo's own will is strong, if I can't compete with him any longer, and if I show my feet, won't I tell the world to kill me?"
There were all kinds of loopholes in these words, but to Di Wenhong, who had already been ashamed, it was like a long drought and rain, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he knelt up and walked over: "Thank you, senior, for your teaching, this junior understands! "
"You are good enough to climb along the pole."
The voice laughed, and suddenly dropped a book out of thin air, and it fell at his feet, and continued to say calmly: "Continue to practice, you don't have to call me master, and the devil's religion has no meaning of master and apprentice. I need you to practice devil." You can use your magic energy to restore your body, and you can also benefit from it, so you may not be able to make a fortune in the future, so would you like it?"
"Yes, yes, thank you senior!"
Di Wenhong didn't suspect him at all, his eyes shone with surprise, he kowtowed desperately to the ground a few times, held the book in his hands, and immediately devoted himself to cultivation.
That burst of black mist also slowly gathered into the pot, and the small pot was shaken a few times, but there was no more movement.
The strong wind at the foot of the Sacrificial Cliff was fierce, and within a short while, Di Wenhong's whole body was frozen stiff.
A disciple from the outer sect brought the food, and Di Wenhong stood up tremblingly, before putting away the book and going back to get warm before practicing, but the small pot suddenly released black mist and locked him up: "I can't bear the hardship, How great is the magic power!"
Di Wenhong's nature was already unbearable, but at this time, he was cold and hungry, and he actually felt withdrawn: "Senior, cultivation is too hard—"
"You have to suffer! If you don't suffer so much, how can you get revenge and trample those people under your feet!"
The voice was suddenly severe, and he scolded in a deep voice: "I told you to practice hard, isn't it for yourself? Why are you so ignorant of good and evil, I am not going to starve and freeze here with you!"
Thinking of the humiliation he suffered in the hall, Di Wenhong's blood surged in his chest, he gritted his teeth and sat down cross-legged again, condensing his demonic energy fiercely.
There is a half-master who shares the joys and sorrows with him, and he is also practicing magic skills. One day, he must make everyone step on his feet, so that he can vent his hatred!
"Okay, so we have magic energy."
The cave was as warm as spring, on the soft animal skin, Lu Zhuo laid down with his lover in his arms, and turned off the monitor.
The quality of the coloring agent is already at the top of the system store, but it will still have nothing to hide under the Dao pool. If you don't want to call the professional villain staff to come to the rescue, you have to do it yourself.
Steadily blowing out the shaking red candle, Lu Zhuo rubbed the top of his lover's hair and kissed him: "Don't worry, I will always urge him to work harder..."
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