The three big men's eyes fell on the cat. Although they pretended to be calm on the surface, they were trembling in their hearts. They wished they could curl themselves up into a ball and be ignored by all the big men.
"I am the leader of the cat demon tribe. I am honored to serve His Majesty the King of Hell and His Majesty the Queen of Hell..."
Orikawa looked at him coldly.
"The Queen of the Underworld has divorced. You can respect her as the Immortal Lord of Jiucang."
He was so frightened that he kept saying:
"... Yes, yes, yes... Xiao Yao understands."
This was directed at him. Zijian slightly pulled the corner of his mouth and said nothing.
Mu Lin simply pretended not to hear.
The fact that she had secretly married without her master's knowledge was finally revealed, but she didn't want to say something wrong again to upset her master.
Orikawa:
“What are the risks of this?”
"This... This depends on how much blood the Immortal King wants to give to His Majesty. I wonder if the Immortal King..."
"30%, if that's not enough, 50%."
Zijian frowned:
"Are you crazy?"
Even for an immortal, losing so much blood would cause considerable damage to the body, and it might even affect his cultivation.
Orikawa also looked at his disciple disapprovingly and said without question:
"Half done."
Mu Lin shook his head, and this time he insisted unexpectedly:
"Twenty percent."
Turning his gaze to Ji, he said lovingly and soothingly:
“Don’t feel burdened, just do it.”
Don't put too much pressure on the cum. If it gets nervous, it might backfire and all your efforts would be wasted.
Unexpectedly, Ji was shaking even more violently, attracting Orikawa's deathly gaze, and he couldn't help but meow twice.
Cum laughing is uglier than crying:
"… Meow~ Please rest assured, everyone…"
Under Ji's instructions, Mu Lin and Zi Jian meditated face to face.
In front of her was a glass bowl the size of half a watermelon.
Then he said loudly:
"Please ask Immortal Jiu Cang to cut my wrist and let the blood flow."
Mu Lin nodded and cut his wrist with a dagger without hesitation. A long crimson line climbed up his snow-white wrist, and blood beads slid down in a line, and a faint smell of blood filled the air.
The bleeding stopped after a while. Mu Lin didn't need Ji's reminder. She cut another wound without frowning. When she couldn't lift this wrist anymore, her eyes went dark. She bit her tongue lightly and cut the other wrist again...
The transparent glass bowl was filled with blood, a gorgeous and strange red. For the first time, Orikawa found that he couldn't stand the smell of blood. His heart trembled with Mu Lin's increasingly weak movements, and he repeatedly resisted the urge to interrupt her.
There are many cruel and painful things on the road to becoming an immortal, and he didn't expect that he would be shaken and distressed.
Mu Lin's face became paler and sweat beads appeared on her haggard face. When she finally finished bleeding, Zhechuan had already stepped forward and supported her faster than he thought. The warm immortal power covered the slowly bleeding wound. Mu Lin raised her head with difficulty and smiled at her master to comfort her. She was as gentle as water as she could rarely seep.
Zijian lowered his eyes, as if thinking about something.
Then he began to use his innate magical powers to inject Mu Lin's blood into Zijian's twelve meridians along the acupuncture points.
If you ask Zijian how he feels, one word: pain; two words: very painful; three words: it hurts like hell!
It was as if what was injected into his body was not blood, but rolling magma pouring down, washing over the meridians of his body with a force that swept away everything in its path. The overbearing and cruel feeling made Zijian suspect that he was about to explode and die.
The crime was several times worse than Mu Lin's, and the blood transfusion was so horrible!
Mu Lin felt dizzy and dazed from the bloodletting. He leaned weakly in his master's arms, chewing a pill to replenish his qi and blood.
I have to say that the pills made by the master are much better than hers. After taking them for a while, I felt much better, and the scenery in front of my eyes finally stopped doubled.
Only then did he have the energy to look at Zijian. He saw that veins were bulging all over his body and his face was flushed as if he was deeply drunk. After a while, a layer of light red mist seeped out of his body, and a faint smell of blood came with the breeze.
It was Zijian's blood that oozed out from his orifices.
Mu Lin couldn't help him and could only cheer him on silently in his heart.
It must succeed at once, otherwise... her blood will be shed in vain!
At this moment, a puff of black smoke came out of Zijian's body, as if his whole body was roasted in a frying pan, and his face was blurred by the smoke.
Mu Lin didn't know why he wanted to laugh. It was just like the frying pan torture in hell. Even the King of Hell had to experience it.
Fortunately, the process went more smoothly than Mu Lin had imagined. It only took six or seven hours. When Mu Lin had completed several cycles, Zi Jian was almost done too - judging by the gradual disappearance of the blue veins and black smoke on his body.
At this time, there was a faint sound of thunder in the air. Mu Lin looked up at the sky, as if he felt something.
Orikawa helped her up and said in surprise:
"Zijian is about to pass the tribulation of a real person. You and I should retreat to a safe place first."
Mu Lin looked at Zi Jian with a look of doubt, and saw that his eyes were rippling with green waves and his immortal power was surging. He knew that his master's judgment was not wrong at all.
"… "
He jumped two levels from the middle level of Immortal Lord to the threshold of True Immortal in one go. What kind of incredible luck is this
Mu Lin was jealous. When she thought that this might be related to her own blood, Mu Lin's mentality collapsed even more.
Maybe it was because of weakness or excitement, but Mu Lin's arm, which was supported by Orikawa, was shaking.
Orikawa whispered above her head:
"Lin'er, do you think anyone can reach the late stage of Immortal Lord in just a hundred years? With your bloodline and talent, it's only a matter of time."
Is this... Master's comfort
Mu Lin was used to being hit hard, so he couldn't help but be flattered when he heard his master speak comforting words in a calm tone for the first time.
Worth it.
Even if she was temporarily stepped on by Zijian, Mu Lin felt it was worth it. What was a temporary lag? She was full of strength now, and she could meditate and practice for 500 years right away!
Originally, she didn't pay much attention to her aptitude, but just kept practicing hard, thinking that God would reward hard work, and it wouldn't be too fast to advance. After leaving Yingzhou, she found that she was far superior to her peers. It turned out that she was really quite good. Now that she has been recognized by her master, although she is not arrogant, Mu Lin really suspects that she is the chosen one.
Maybe it's the other half of the divine blood in the body that's working
If a demigod is so gifted, what about a pure god? Mu Lin could not help but remain silent.
It would take Zijian a long time to overcome the tribulation. He was afraid that something might happen to him, so he had already written a letter to record the storage location of the Queyin Pearl and asked Hei Wuchang to give it to Mu Lin.
After reading the letter, Mu Lin asked Hei Wuchang and the others to protect the King of Hell well, and then he planned to go and investigate.
Mu Lin's previous suspicion was correct. The Queyin Pearl was indeed not in the palace, but in a secret room at the end of another road under the secret passage that Mu Lin sneaked into that day.
Mu Lin then realized that he had been careless and had not noticed that there was a hidden path. Since the secret passage in the study had been destroyed by Ni Heng, Mu Lin could not take that shortcut and once again stepped into the Daimo Mountains to search through another secret passage that had been dug.
It was here that Ni Heng completely destroyed the remains of the Hell Demon Lord. His divine power was so vast that it inevitably affected the surroundings. As a result, most of the Daimo Mountains were bald, far less gloomy and gloomy than before. Mu Lin was silent when he saw the several hilltops flattened by divine power.
Even if there were ten of her, they couldn't beat Ah Heng. No, they weren't even qualified to fight with him.
What if it was the master? Mu Lin was a little curious:
"How long can Master last under the hands of the descending god?"
Orikawa replied calmly without any hesitation:
"There is a fifty percent chance of escape."
"… You don't want to fight him?"
Orikawa said calmly:
"If you don't know your own strength, you will only bring about your own destruction. The most important thing is to survive and continue to accumulate strength until you can turn defeat into victory and avenge your previous humiliation."
"Lin'er, the way to survive is the most shameless one."
Master has always been down-to-earth when it comes to survival, and has never said anything lofty or persistent, such as "A man can be killed but not humiliated" or "I would rather die on a branch with spring in my arms than be blown away by the north wind." This is consistent with Mu Lin's point of view. She feels that this does not damage Master's image, but is his rare liveliness.
"Master is very wise. I understand."
Zhechuan gently touched Mu Lin's head. He couldn't always protect his disciple. He hoped that she would never take risks with her life easily, learn to keep a low profile and protect herself. She should not be so stubborn and want to die like she did in the fairy pond.
Zhechuan will never forget how he felt when he learned that his disciple had fallen into Mount Buzhou. That kind of violent, extreme panic made him relive the nightmare of ten thousand years ago in a trance.
The mother committed suicide out of despair, the culprit stood by and did nothing, and the young and helpless child could only watch, feeling heartbroken.
If he hadn't found Lin'er? She would have been a pile of dry bones on Mount Buzhou, and he would have lost his loved one again.
Mu Lin was vaguely aware of her master's painstaking efforts, but the torture of living a life worse than death for thousands of years had long made her understand that even if she had to endure and live in disgrace, she had to try her best to live, because only by living could there be a glimmer of hope and a continuation of the future.
She is more flexible than her master imagined.
With the master around, it didn't take much effort to find another secret passage, which was at the foot of the mountain behind Mrs. Lu's cave.
Naturally, the familiar magic array mechanism could not stop the master and disciple.
This secret passage was not affected much and was barely passable. With a wave of his sleeve, Orikawa cleared away all the large and small rubble that blocked the passage and the secret passage.
Mu Lin took two steps forward, looked back and smiled:
"No need to trouble you, Master. Please wait here. Mu Lin will be back soon."
"good."
This secret passage is much shorter than the one in the study. After all, the destination is underground. Although it is also deep, it can be reached quickly.
Then, Mu Lin didn't expect that she would meet an old acquaintance—the seriously injured and dying Dongting Zhenren.
Taoist Master Dongting was leaning against the wall of the secret room, holding a pitch-black box in his arms. His face was pale and his breathing was weak.
"... Save me... Otherwise... I will be buried with you..."
Mu Lin thought about it and realized that he was injured by Ah Heng. He didn't expect that he couldn't escape from the underworld and hid here. It seems that the Immortal Emperor may not know what happened in the underworld.
He knew that she was looking for Queyin Pearl. Mu Lin sneered:
"Don't worry, I won't let you die."