My cat can cultivate immortality

Chapter 137

At the moment Wu Ren bowed down to worship, a breath that made one's heart sink suddenly permeated the hall on the first floor of Changqing.

It was as if a crack had been torn open in the air suddenly by the bluish-purple lightning, and the sound of dragon chant could be faintly heard amidst the strong lightning.The barrier formed by seven or eight electric arcs was gently separated from the middle by a hand, as natural as lifting a door curtain, but it was extremely shocking.

The next moment, a handsome middle-aged man with black hair hanging down his shoulders, sword eyebrows and starry eyes walked out from the dazzling light curtain.

"Little friend Wu Ren."

The blue and white robe appeared in sight, and Wu Ren felt his body lighten, and he was helped up.When he raised his eyes, he saw the god Meng Zhang looking at him with a warm smile.

"If Lord Shenjun comes later, I'm afraid this junior will be captured by this group of wanted criminals." Wu Ren smiled wryly and waved towards the door.After a while, a black cat came in hesitantly from the door.

As soon as it got close to the two of them, it dodged and jumped onto Wu Ren's shoulder.

At the critical moment just now, it was this black cat that had woken up and gave the cultivator a paw while a few people were not paying attention.It was precisely because of such a small loophole that Wu Ren was able to escape from Murongtian's hands in embarrassment.

And what are Murong Tian and the others doing now?

They have been completely dumbfounded.The sudden appearance of the Meng Zhang Shenjun, with his extremely domineering and unreasonable way of appearance, instantly turned the five people including Murong Xi into idiots.

Wu Ren glanced, except for Murong Tian, ​​everyone else had straight-eyed, dull expressions.He couldn't help but feel pity—this group of people, a few minutes ago were clamoring that there are no gods in the world, but now that the gods descended, they instantly became dumb.

Oh, not dumb.The three "Tao Priests" looked like crazy demons at the moment, sitting on the ground with white lips, and chanting nonsense like "Taoist is above".

Having said that, some fellow Taoists may still be confused, what kind of god is this "Meng Zhang Shenjun"?
In fact, from the poem just now, it is not difficult to guess his identity. Juan Qiyun in "Tongjiao Must Use Collection of Taoism" says: "The spirit of the oriental dragon's horns is strong, spits out clouds and suffocation, shouts thunder and makes a sound, flies to the eight poles, travels around the world, and comes to stand on my left.

Meng Zhang is the head of the Quartet God - the title of Qinglong.Just like the old man Xuanwu who came here before, his title is "Shenjun Zhiming".

But speaking of it, in Wu Ren's prediction, the one who should have come to the rescue should be Mr. Xuanwu, but why did Qinglong come instead?
He didn't think too much, and asked directly: "Senior Qinglong, why didn't you see Mr. Xuanwu coming?"

For some reason, I felt that with such a shout, there was some kind of subtle error in the seniority of Qinglong and Xuanwu.

"Xuanwu and I set out together. I came here riding on the clouds and driving electricity. I think it will be faster." Uncle Qinglong smiled kindly. For some reason, Wu Ren felt a surge of vitality coming from The air escaped from him, refreshing Wu Ren for a while.

"Could it be that Senior Qinglong's skill is the Three Thousand Thunders?" Wu Ren couldn't help making a joke when he heard him say that.

"Oh? I don't know what the three thousand thunder moves are?"

"Ahem, what, the juniors are talking nonsense. I read it in a book a long time ago, and it is said that it is also the exercise of riding a thunderbolt." Wu Ren chuckled, and hugged the black cat squatting on his shoulders. down.

"Thank you for your help."

Wu Ren said to the black cat, but it shook its ears, lying in Wu Ren's arms and licking its paws.

Seeing that the black cat didn't respond, Wu Ren chuckled and looked at Uncle Qinglong in front of him again: "Senior Qinglong, what do you plan to do with these cultivators this time?"

"Hey, don't worry." He shook his head. "According to the laws of heaven, it is natural to exile the void or destroy it on the spot, but I'm not on duty right now, so I'll wait for Xuanwu to come... huh?"

As if there was a breeze blowing?
Wu Ren and Qinglong looked back together, only to find that Murong Tian was standing there in a strange posture, with his hands stretched forward facing Qinglong's back, as if he had just finished playing Kamepai Qigong Bo.

What is this, improvisation?

Wu Ren looked at the man with the ponytail in bewilderment, who knew that the other man's expression was also bewildered, as if he was in shock. Why did he strike with all his strength just now, but it didn't produce any effect at all.

Qinglong narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Murongtian for a while, then turned to ask Wu Ren: "Little friend Wu Ren, do you know who this person is?"

"Miss... oh, that's not right." Wu Ren almost blurted out the word Miscellaneous Fish A, "His name is Murong Tian, ​​and he is the current head of the Murong family, a well-known cultivation family in this city. The purpose of coming here is to take me away to make soup."

"Hehe, little friend Wu Ren is really funny." Qinglong couldn't help but cast a glance at Wu Ren, "It's not bad that you can stay calm in the face of danger without cultivation."

"Senior, you have won the award." Wu Ren chuckled, and then asked, "What did Murong Tian do to Senior just now?"

"I don't know, but it seems... that he launched an attack on me?" Qinglong also looked puzzled.

He was having a good chat with Wu Ren just now, when he suddenly felt something moving behind him.Looking back, the man was in an attacking posture, and the extremely thin spiritual power was still dissipating in his palm.

Wu Ren glanced back and forth, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Does this Uncle Murong really dare to think?With his strength at the beginning stage of Qi refining, a blow with all his strength is probably as powerful as a sprint.Do you actually want to use this strength to attack a god...

Don't tell me, it's really possible.Murong Tian doesn't seem to believe that there are gods in this world.

This is a typical "silent death".It was a practice that violated the rules of heaven, but now it actually attacked the body of the immortal.

I don't know if there is the crime of "attacking the well" in the Tiantiao. If there is, this uncle may really be hanged and hammered. (There is harmony in this paragraph, please forgive me)
Wu Ren shook his head and looked at Qinglong: "Senior, why don't you control them first? It's noon now, it's not good to be so stiff."

"That's natural."

Qinglong nodded, and with a wave of his hand, there was an extra folding fan in his hand.A burst of cyan electric arc flashed, but these people disappeared out of thin air.

Seeing Wu Ren's surprised look, Qinglong smiled and said: "You don't have to be surprised, Wu Ren, you just put them in your sleeves. As for the black-clothed mortals nearby, I will also take them away first, and wait for Xuanwu to come." Let's see how to deal with it."

Mortals in black... those bodyguards?

Wu Ren grinned, but didn't say much.

On the other hand, Qinglong found a table and sat down very gracefully, and said: "I heard from Xuanwu a few days ago that there are a lot of rare food here from little friend Wu Ren. I'm specially empty today, and I'm going to enjoy it. It's a treat."

"Hey, that's natural."

Wu Ren laughed, but he was slandering in his heart.This group of gods looked sanctimonious, but they were all old and dishonest!Obviously, he should come here to enforce the law, but why did he come here to eat and enforce the law?

However, the slander belongs to the slander, Wu Ren still yelled at Tangerine who had just woken up, telling him to go to the kitchen to prepare for cooking.

... there seems to be something wrong.

and many more.

Tangerine woke up?

Wu Ren stared blankly at Ju Zi, and Ju Zi also stared at him blankly.

Then in the next second, Wu Ren only felt his eyes go dark, and with a "gudong", he fell to the floor next to the front desk.

(End of this chapter)