Judging from Daodao's appearance, it is obvious that he has entered the supreme forgetfulness mode again.
We definitely can't continue the previous topic in this atmosphere, otherwise it would be really awkward.
In the end, he could only swallow the words and shook his head and answered: "It is indeed not my preparation. It should be a magic that was set in the marriage contract a long time ago... I have no idea about the means of that level."
“Is that so—” Miss Yan Yao dragged out the last syllable, and suddenly chuckled: “Never mind, after resting for such a long time, why not go for a walk on the street? Ah, or you can go to Dengxian Lake to take a look. It just so happens that there is no night ban on the city recently.”
He never mentioned issues such as who would own the marriage contract.
Luo Wusheng felt helpless after taking a wrong step, but he didn't get too entangled.
"Let's go to Dengxian Lake."
So as to avoid being hurt by my own crazy fans again... And there should be fewer people over there, and there is a large forest
The woods are a great place.
As I was thinking about it, the girl next to me had already walked ahead.
Luo Wusheng was a little dazed for a moment as he looked at Miss Yan Yao, who was holding his hand and leading him towards the city gate like an ordinary girl.
Feeling the warmth of the girl's hand, he suddenly felt that this didn't seem so bad
Well, let's just continue dating.
But what he didn't know was that there was still a clear blush on Miss Daodao's face under the mask.
(That was a close call... I almost couldn't control myself.)
(If I really fall like this, and let Didi and Fanfan synchronize their memories, I... eh? It doesn't seem like a big deal? These two shameless guys have already screwed me over so much, so it won't be that serious if it's my turn, right?)
No, no, you can't think like that. I am the aloof and cold Daodao, unlike that slutty bitch like Didi Fanfan.
only…
Holding someone's big hand, some inexplicable emotions flashed in Miss Yan Yao's eyes.
If time could go back to the day of the demon rebellion, facing him who appeared every time when I was at my most powerless and solved all my problems, could I still suppress my emotions like I did just now
I don't think it's possible.
Even now... Well, luckily it was me who came out tonight, and I didn't give Didi and Fanfan the chance to make mistakes.
If there is any mistake, she should bear the consequences!
If I don’t go to hell, who will
Miss Yan Yao once again gave up the idea of synchronizing her memories in advance, and decided that before returning tonight, no matter how her imperial body and mortal body urged her, she would pretend not to see it.
He held the hand of a certain demon sect's saint with a little more force without realizing it.
… …
Dengxian Lake.
There were actually quite a lot of people gathered here, whether they were from the royal city or people who had come from other places in the past few days, many of them gathered by the lake.
The difference is that some people in the royal city may come here simply to worship the paulownia tree that represents the Demon Sect Saint, but those who come from the outside world are purely eager to comprehend the powerful secret of the Demon Sect Saint.
The gains made by the monks in the royal city after the demon rebellion were witnessed by all, and countless people were jealous of the godsend opportunity.
There were not only low-level cultivators, but also many Nascent Soul cultivators coming from all over the place... They might not care about some opportunities, but as long as they thought of the rumored secret that allowed the Demon Sect's Holy Son, who only had the Golden Core Perfection, to burst out with power beyond the God Transformation, they could not help but be excited.
To be honest, even the gods would be interested in this secret.
However, unlike this group of Nascent Souls, a large number of Spiritualization Realms who were not in seclusion witnessed the chaotic battle with their divine senses.
Then this group of gods were shocked to find that none of them could be more reckless than the Holy Son of the Demon Sect at that time.
In addition, the Dao principles that Luo Wusheng demonstrated at the end also made them gain something, which could be considered a cause and effect... As a result, even the God of Transformation who was secretly standing on the opposite side of the Immortal Kingdom at that time was unwilling to wade into this muddy water.
But after all, my little brother has no idea about these.
At this moment, there were dozens of people walking in the air above Dengxian Lake, confronting the troops surrounding the lake.
"Hehe, it's just a tree. If we chop it down, will the Demon Sect Saint still be unable to revive? We have been sitting here for many days without making any progress. Doesn't this prove that if there is a secret, it is most likely inside it?"
"If that's the case, how can we be content if we don't give it a try?"
The man in brocade clothes who was the leader of the dozens of people spoke with a faint smile, and at the same time released his aura.
The Nascent Soul is complete, Grand Master!
Chapter 503: Lighting and Soul Control (3k)
Student Xuanming feels that his luck has been a bit bad recently.
Ever since I was abused by someone in Jianzhou, I not only worked as a miner all the way, but also had to do hard labor to find the monster formation when I returned to the royal city. These days, I have been ridiculed by my colleagues because of my previous boasting about "defeat[ing] the Holy Son of Demon Sect with one move."
That would be fine, but what do you want to do in the current situation
Clearly, there were no problems when Qilin was in charge of the night security at Dengxian Lake a few days ago. But today, for some reason, Qilin was assigned a new task by His Majesty, and when it was his turn to deal with it, someone was causing trouble
And the one leading it is a Yuanying who has reached the Perfection stage.
Xuan Ming pressed his chest, his eyes darkening beneath the mask.
He already had some injuries on his body.
The group of guys on the opposite side obviously had a plan in advance, and they had already attacked once before they could show their skills.
If it weren't for the fact that they had more people on their side, and if they didn't have a group of Nascent Souls who had been recruited by the Immortal Kingdom during the demon rebellion and hadn't left yet, plus the resistance formation that the Immortal Kingdom had set up in the Dengxian Lake area a few days ago, I'm afraid the other side would have seriously injured all of them and achieved their goal.
But in the face of a Yuanying Perfected one, how long can this last
Not to mention that there are five Nascent Souls and a group of Golden Cores on the opposite side.
(This is a tricky idea... Where on earth did this leader come from? I've never seen such a Yuanying Perfection person in the spy intelligence. Is he a disguise? Or is he an old fellow who is practicing in seclusion somewhere?)
Xuan Ming, who controls the core of the protective formation on Dengxian Lake, was a little unsure of what to do.
The message for help was sent out, but he also knew the current situation in the royal city. It was difficult to allocate a force in time to deal with the Nascent Soul Perfection.
This side obviously can't hold out that long.
"What? Are you still not going to get out of the way? Are you really willing to get seriously injured or even lose your life just for a tree?"
The leading man in brocade clothes in the air narrowed his eyes and took a step forward: "Or are you waiting for the Immortal Country to send in people? Can the Immortal Country send in enough help to deal with us in the first place?"
Xuan Ming saw that the other party had already prepared a spell and was about to cast it.
The man in brocade clothes seemed to be talking a lot, but in fact he had no intention of using dialogue to solve the problem. He just wanted to shake the mind of the immortal cultivator who presided over the formation and break it at its weak point.
If I really give in, I will be handing my life over to the other party.
The air began to tremble, and the branches of the dense forest shook and rustled.
(Tsk, why haven’t they come yet… Even if we can’t find someone who can beat Yuanying Perfection, we can call Tianzhu first. With her natural array heart controlling the array, she can at least last longer than me…)
Xuan Ming was anxious, but he was quite calm as he channeled his spiritual power into the core of the formation and reached for his storage bag.
He had to take out his heavy sword and use all his strength.
"It's a pity that I'm still a little short of breaking through to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul... huh?"
The eyes under the tortoise-patterned mask suddenly flickered, and the hand that had been pressing on the storage bag slowly loosened its grip.
At the same time, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the man in brocade clothes on the horizon.
"Forget it, let's do it."
As soon as he finished speaking, a broken wooden sculpture with only the base left appeared in the hands of the man in brocade clothes. His spiritual power hovered over the wooden sculpture and began to emit terrifying fluctuations.
The group of people behind him also launched their own attack spells with full special effects.
Even if the Dengxian Lake formation could withstand this wave of attacks, all the monks in charge of the formation would be seriously injured.
The group of monks who came for the Wutong tree raised their hands together.
But at this moment, an indifferent voice sounded out of nowhere and reached the ears of everyone present.
"Don't move."
The spells that were supposed to be cast all stopped at this moment. The hands of dozens of monks led by the man in brocade clothes that were supposed to be waving were all stuck in mid-air, and the spiritual energy that had been gathered was disordered and dissipated due to this sudden freeze.
Even so, they still maintained the posture of casting spells, unable to move.
If I say don’t move, then you are not allowed to move.
… …
"Aren't we going out? If we don't show up, your Dao alone won't be able to hold back the Nascent Soul for long, right?"
In the grove outside Dengxian Lake, Miss Yan Yao, who was squatting in the grass, looked at Luo Wusheng beside her.
They had actually been there for a while, and they had heard everything the man in brocade clothes said.
Daodao originally wanted to take action... Although her current cultivation is still only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul, she has gained a lot after the battle with the monsters. Almost being able to break through is secondary. The most important thing is that she has made great progress in the laws of the Great Dao. With the help of various Taoist magic tools, she can actually fight against a Nascent Soul Perfection.
If you really can't win, you can borrow Emperor's Human King Sword, or even merge with his incarnation remotely.
But Luo Wusheng stopped her and asked her to pretend to be an emperor and send a message to Xuanming first, so that fellow Taoist Dazhuang could calm down.
(However, his methods are too extraordinary... Every word he speaks is a principle of the Tao, affecting the power of heaven and earth, and can even affect cultivators who have reached the Perfect Nascent Soul stage... How strong is this guy now?)
There was a strange gleam in Miss Yan Yao's eyes beneath the white tiger mask.
Luo Wusheng beside her glanced at the group of cultivators who were immobilized by his words and the principles of the Tao. His gaze stopped on the man in brocade clothes who was leading the group, and then he touched his chin.
"Don't worry, I found something interesting."
"Um?"
Hearing Luo Wusheng's words, Miss Yan Yao showed some doubts.
Luo Wusheng did not explain, but his eyes fell on the incomplete wood carving in the hand of the man in brocade clothes.
(That thing can attract the Phoenix Incense in my body that I don’t know how to use... Kind of interesting, the others might really want to chop down the tree to find my so-called powerful secret, but the leader seems to have other hidden purposes, and his own realm is also a bit problematic...)
However, this group of people probably got it wrong.
That paulownia tree is actually the embodiment of the fire of Nirvana. At most, it is mixed with a little bit of Luo Wusheng's consciousness. In essence, it is not a tree at all, but the immortal fire of Nirvana. No matter how it is cut, it will soon return to its original state. Even if some special skills are used to destroy it, it is meaningless.
Otherwise, the bald monks in Buddhism would have taken action long ago, so how could these little brothers have the chance
Thinking of this, Luo Wusheng looked to the other side again.
Among the people surrounding Dengxian Lake, he had quite a few acquaintances. In addition to Fellow Daoist Dazhuang, ten of the nineteen Nascent Souls who had come from Jianzhou were also present. The rest were some unfamiliar guys and official personnel from the Immortal Kingdom.
They have the advantage in numbers, but unfortunately it doesn’t mean much when one person is outnumbered by dozens.
His sight did not stay on the crowd for too long. Luo Wusheng's gaze fell far into the lake and looked at the huge sycamore tree.
The tree itself has no meaning, but Luo Wusheng's eyes stopped on a branch of the tree in a strange way.
There were three red ropes tied to the branch, which were the embodiment of Luo Wusheng's consciousness that had been mixed in it.
But next to the three red ropes, a black and white rope appeared, also tied to the branch, fluttering in the wind...
At this time, the man in brocade clothes in the air had already come out of the "don't move" state, but was looking around with a vigilant look on his face.
"Who! Who is playing tricks on me? Do you dare to show up and fight?"
Hearing these words, Luo Wusheng's expression under the black tiger mask moved slightly, but he looked towards the opposite side of the man.
Miss Yan Yao seemed to have sensed something as well and also looked in that direction.
But suddenly two voices were heard from there.
"Where did this little jerk come from? How dare you bark in front of our Saint's grave?"
"… Hold the lamp, and be careful with your words. The Son of God is not dead yet."
Two figures, one tall and one short, wrapped in black robes, stepped out from the void.
The tall man held a green lamp with a flickering flame, just as arrogant as his appearance.
The short one was holding a sinister silver-black chain in his hand, which seemed to be entangled with countless ghosts and shadows.
… …
The man in brocade clothes frowned tightly.
He couldn't comprehend what was happening.