Tu Yuan woke up from his daze, his clothes were soaked, his black hair stuck to his fair face and neck, and his whole body looked like it was soaked in water.
My muscles and bones are sore, and I feel pain all over my body. This feeling of déjà vu is very similar to...
“Heavenly Tribulation!”
Tu Yuan murmured, shook his dizzy head, propped up his tired body and sat cross-legged. It was only then that he found the feeling of calming his mind.
Black fog spread, and rolling demonic energy filled the entire room.
Behind Tu Yuan, the thick black fog turned into dark clouds, and a little bit of red light bloomed, like eyes, growing messily on a chaotic and unclear face.
Tu Yuan was completely unaware of this strange scene. Her mind was a mess and she was still confused. She only knew that she had forgotten something very important.
After a while, Tu Yuan's eyes widened, and a red devil eye appeared between his eyebrows, and a powerful and unspeakable will emanated from his body.
The devil's magical powers were operating on their own, and his realm continued to rise. He broke through the third and fourth levels of tribulation and forcefully crushed several bottlenecks. His aura stabilized at the Mahayana realm.
The will of heaven and earth noticed something and the postponed closed-book exam was moved forward. There were three consecutive mental tribulations, and it seemed that the fight would not end until one person died.
Before, one inner demon tribulation would make Tu Yuan so terrified that he had to hold onto Lu Bei’s thigh before he dared to endure the tribulation, let alone three times in a row.
Drinking sugar water and then hanging yourself - you will definitely die.
But now, the three inner demon tribulations were easily dissipated and did not pose any threat to her.
In the thick darkness, a pair of scarlet eyes slowly closed, the chaotic faces dissipated, the red magic eye between Tu Yuan's eyebrows became brighter, and the charming royal sister's face became more seductive.
In the quiet room, the heavy pressure of darkness crushed everything visible and invisible, except for the tablet engraved with "Lu Bei, Lord of the Heavenly Demon", which was not affected.
The black fog rolled into Tu Yuan's body, and her magic eye closed. She exhaled a breath of foul air, forced herself to drag her tired body, knelt on her knees, and held the divine tablet high above her head with both hands.
With his head bowed, he remained silent and devout, while drops of crystal fell to the ground.
Tu Yuan: (〒﹏〒)
False Heavenly Demon: Five Directions Five Emperors Demon
The real devil: Lu Bei
She remembered, she remembered everything.
Visiting!
After hundreds of years of hard training, she relied on her strength to curry favor with others and became the adorer of a real demon from outer space. In the endless darkness, she was fortunate enough to see the true face of the demon.
A stunning glimpse, breathtaking.
Because the picture was blurry and Tu Yuan, who was devout in heart, did not dare to desecrate it with his eyes, he took a quick look and quickly looked away, only seeing a handsome chin in the darkness.
It looks so familiar that she would recognize it even if it turned into ashes.
In the seventh heaven, the black sun hangs high in the sky, all living beings worship it, and a great demon is located high in the sky.
The demon's might was overwhelming, its shadows were hazy, and countless long black tails were sweeping wildly...
The Lord of the Demon!
The master didn't fool her. He was really the Lord of the Demons, not one of those second-rate demons who fought their brains out for ranking in the Demon Palace.
He reached the biggest mountain, was promoted to the Mahayana stage of cultivation, and also obtained the supreme magic skill "Daluo Eternal Indestructibility".
From today on, not only do you have the strength, but you also have the support of your master. You stand out from the crowd of lackeys and become the most powerful one.
No matter how you look at it, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but Tu Yuan couldn't be happy at all.
The master gave her a death order, asking her to kill him.
Tu Yuan: (╥﹏╥)
She just wants to be a dog, why should she bite her master
The Lord of the Demons said that a demon soul had reincarnated into the human world and was arrogant and wanted to start a new business. It was out of control and she was told to go ahead and do it boldly. Otherwise...
Because it was a death order, one of the man and the dog must die.
Tu Yuan didn't want to die, and he didn't want to get involved in the fight between his masters. A dog should know its own limitations. No matter which master wins in the end, a dog that bites its master is doomed to die.
Besides, she couldn't even resist, let alone have the courage to do it, as she had sworn a blood oath.
What, the blood oath is gone
That won’t work either!
Tu Yuan: (╥﹏╥)
What should I do? Is it too late to practice Buddhism now
…
Ten Thousand Mountains.
Thousands of mountains and valleys are lush and green, there are sword-like rocks rising thousands of feet from the ground, and lonely peaks standing precariously;
There are huge cliffs across the mountain, with walls thousands of feet high.
There are winding mountains shrouded in clouds and mist, with shadows lying on the ground, towering and stretching like a blue dragon with its head held high.
The black-winged golden-eyed eagle soared high into the sky, taking in the vastness of the universe. It then turned into golden light and descended from the clouds, landing on Lu Bei's shoulder.
"No, there is not a single demon king, only some useless little demons..."
Lu Bei stood on the top of the mountain with a frown. The absence of the Demon King meant that these guys had received the news that the Death Star was flashing and had all run away.
According to Tu Yuan, only when Mahayana cultivators appear in the Ten Thousand Mountains will the demon kings flee.
As a cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage, he is in the early stage of the fusion after the unity of man and nature. The Mahayana Stage definitely has nothing to do with him. There is only one truth, that is, the white-haired Mahayana cultivator from Xuanlong went home for a visit.
Damn, I can't possibly gain experience now.
Lu Bei secretly thought it was bad luck and was speechless at the same time. If he wanted to find Xuan Long's Mahayana period, he had to go to the Ten Thousand Mountains to find the Demon King first. He understood the logic behind it, but he always felt that something was wrong.
"You two are acting opposite each other here!"
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Lu Bei searched the Shiwandashan Mountains to no avail and returned to Gushan City feeling a little depressed.
No blood was shed on the demon-slaying sword, and no experience was gained. He was a man of compassion, and could not stand such injustice. He thought that Xuanlong had caused him to lose the experience, and that Xuanlong should be responsible for it. He turned around and wanted to find trouble with Tu Yuan, the defender of Gushan City.
The result was not very good, and Tu Yuan went into seclusion.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, and the more aggrieved I felt.
Good things happen to good people. Lu Bei was depressed for a while, and then his luck turned and he received good news.
Zhao Wuyou uploaded the information about the seven captives. Emperor Xuanlong Zhao Fangce arrived at Gushan City and hosted a banquet for Lu Bei and the seven carts of the Gu family.
There was also an old man with white hair and beard traveling with them.
Among all the emperors Lu Bei knew, Zhao Fangce's face was undoubtedly the ugliest.
It’s not that he is not handsome enough. All the white-haired members of the Zhao family are good-looking, and there is not a single ugly one. But the scar on Zhao Fangce’s face looks like a centipede coiled on his face, which seriously destroys his beauty.
It’s scary not to laugh, and it’s even scarier to laugh.
Like Zhao Fangce, the old man had several crisscross scars on his cheeks, and his broken eyebrows and split face made him look extremely hideous. If you didn’t know, you would think this was the unique aesthetic of the Zhao family of Xuanlong.
"Don't be like this in the future."
At the banquet, Lu Bei whispered to the person beside him, asking Zhao Wuyou to maintain normal growth and not to grow crooked.
Zhao Wuyou nodded absentmindedly.
Little White Hair reported the intelligence that the seven carts were of great importance and could be regarded as the last seven straws that overwhelmed Xiong Chu in the game. Without saying a word, Zhao Fangce arrived at Gushan City as quickly as possible.
Seeing the jade returned intact, Zhao Fangce frowned and blamed Xiao Baimao for not fulfilling her duties as a diplomat. He also suspected that she was idle outside while collecting her salary and had forgotten the mission she was carrying.
Zhao Wuyou had no way to defend herself. She had tried her best, with the professional team giving her advice and suggestions, and she had tried every possible and unusable method.
It's just a matter of force.
No, he also used force, and was pressed there by Lu Bei.
Zhao Wuyou sat beside Lu Bei in a depressed mood, pouring wine and picking up food for him like a bullied young wife. Also feeling depressed like her were the seven princes and princesses of Chu who were forcing themselves to smile.
From the time they were captured until now, except for the time when they were hung by Lu Bei for a day and a night, enjoying the cold wind, their personal freedom was not restricted at all other times.
Especially in Gushan City, everyone had a quiet room and was treated as a distinguished guest by Xuanlong and was not troubled by them.
A common diplomatic tactic. The calmer Xuan Long is, the more vulgar Xiong Chu's aggressive muscle-flexing behavior will be, and the more it will seem unworthy of the upper class.
What made the seven princes and princesses even more frustrated was today's banquet. As insignificant spectators, they were invited by Emperor Xuanlong to see the scene of Xuanlong and Wu Zhou as a family.
In other words, Xuanlong has allies, while Xiongchu has nothing except being attacked from all sides.
What? You said that the leader of the Tianjian Sect came directly from Wu Zhou, but there was no one with the surname Zhu.
It's so funny, you don't understand Wu Zhou at all.
Dashan Temple is isolated from the world, Yunzhong Pavilion is remote and helpless, and no one knows where the gate is. The Iron Sword Alliance fell, and the Tianjian Sect was destroyed and then re-established, forcing the Zhu royal family and the Huangji Sect to huddle together for warmth.
In this situation, the leader of the Tianjian Sect is the law of the land in Wu Zhou, and his fart is more effective than an imperial edict.
The banquet started. Zhao Fangce, the host, had a blank expression on his face. He was very grateful to Lu Bei for his support. He was also glad that he had made the right choice of investment partner and that the Demon-Slaying Sword was not given in vain. The seven carts were the best evidence of this.
But when he thought that it was Lu Bei who was so stupid as to break the Gu family's thousand-year blood curse, he couldn't feel happy.
Wu Zhou is so big, isn’t it enough for you to exploit
Lu Bei did not speak either. He had searched for the monster in the Ten Thousand Mountains to no avail. He knew that Xuan Long could deal with Xiong Chu by himself. His trip was at most icing on the cake, not timely help.
Then, he looked at the old man with scars all over his face and estimated his worth in the hundreds of millions.
The old man smiled slightly, his face was extremely ferocious, and he raised his wine glass to Lu Bei from a distance and saluted: "I have heard of the name of Immortal Sword Intent for a long time. Today, I see that Master Lu is really a young hero. Zhao has wasted his life and I am ashamed of myself."
"Senior, you are joking. You are the real hero."
Lu Bei responded politely, frowning and saying, "This sect master has seen that the senior has a unique skeleton and a striking appearance. Could it be that he is the famous..."
"Yes, it is Zhao."
"I see. I've heard a lot about you."
Lu Bei showed great joy, picked up the wine glass and drank three cups in a row, and said some polite words like "I am so lucky".
While they were praising each other for business, they did not forget to send a message to Zhao Wuyou, asking who the old man was and what he said was really nice.
Zhao Wuyou: …
How should I put it? She wasn't surprised at all.
After hearing the message from Zhao Wuyou, Lu Bei finally found out the name of the famous old man.
Xuanlong is the language of Zhao.
A cultivator in the Mahayana stage, he has been interacting with the demon tribe in Jingyue Country for many years. He has a hot temper and is a violent old man who would rather break than bend.
At Zhao Wuyou's level, she couldn't reach the Mahayana stage. It was the first time she met Zhao Yanye, and the information she provided was all hearsay.
Lu Bei nodded secretly, not knowing if it was an illusion, but the old man seemed to be hostile to him.
Why
I am an outsider, and I slept with your Zhao family’s little white-haired boy. Are you unhappy
You haven’t slept yet!
Thinking of this, Lu Bei held her slender waist and lowered his head to taste the imported wine.
"… "