After the demon king failed to beg for death

Fu Ling was relieved when he was dying.

His life has been full of ups and downs, ups and downs, he has seen all kinds of situations in the world, tasted the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and finally he was able to save a life, thinking about it is not a waste.

Closing his eyes, the past of his life did not float in front of his eyes as described in the storybook. The only remaining image was the shocked and panicked boy looking at him with tears streaming down his face.

Not bad, at least some people still remember his dying appearance.

"Hey, wake up quickly, don't sleep, someone is coming from the inner door, wake up quickly."

Someone kept shaking his body.

Fu Ling opened his eyes irritably, and said sharply, "Don't touch me."

Just opening his mouth, he was stunned. This voice... was crisp and clear. Although it was a little hoarse, it was obviously the voice of a young man.

The eye-catching roof is also very simple, compared with his bedroom in Mingshi Mountain, it is simply a broken grass house.

"You've finally woken up. When you wake up, hurry up and tidy up. Someone from the inner sect came and said they wanted to select a few disciples to enter. Whether you can stand up or not depends on today's performance."

Fu Ling turned to look at the person who spoke to him.

This person is about 20 years old, and he looks quite upright, but his cultivation base is too low.

"Why are you still standing still, covering the wound on your head with your hair, as long as that tigress from Steward Qin's family doesn't come to make trouble, we might have a chance to be selected."

Fu Ling has been licking blood on the tip of a knife for many years, and has long been used to all kinds of emergencies.

He has already noticed that there is no trace of spiritual power in his body, let alone Zifu Dantian.

Is this a seizure?

"Luo Xuan, what are you still dawdling about, they will be here soon."

The man was very anxious, and even took the clothes on the side and wanted to change it for him himself.

Fu Ling turned around sharply, grabbed the clothes in his hand, and said coldly, "I'll do it myself."

His head was slightly dizzy, and gauze was still wrapped around it. It seemed that he was injured for some reason.

He glanced at the logo on the clothes, isn't this the Taoist uniform of Xuantianzong?

Fu Ling looked around and understood something.

He quickly changed into clean clothes, and asked calmly, "What kind of insider?"

Peng Zheng was also arranging his clothes, and he looked at him strangely when he heard the words: "You forgot that the Zongmen meeting said a few days ago that they were going to Qishan to hunt for treasures, didn't they mean that they wanted to choose a few disciples from the outer sects to go with them? , Qin Guanshi's way is definitely not going to work, that tigress in his family is too fierce, she hurt your head, have you forgotten?"

After Fu Ling put on his clothes, he let down his hair and took off the white gauze wrapped around his head.

He didn't like to tie his hair before, because his hand was disabled, and he didn't like others touching him, so he always tied his hair from the back with a hair tie, and it was done.

Peng Zheng looked at him tying his hair like this, thinking that he was trying to cover the wound on his forehead, but he didn't say anything.

After tidying up, Fu Ling was led outside by him.

Soon they arrived at an open space outside the mountain gate, where many people were already standing.

Judging by their attire, they are all the lowest-level disciples of the outer sect.

"It is said that the Qishan Treasure Hunt has quite a large lineup this time, and several inner disciples under the mountain have all been dispatched."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If those disciples like it, there will be no need to carry water and grow vegetables at the foot of this mountain."

"But the number of people is limited, and I don't know who will be selected."

Fu Ling followed Peng Zheng and found a random place to stand.

If he heard correctly, the original name of this body was Luo Xuan.

Luo Xuan, failed?What a bad name.

Chattering chatter came from all directions.

Fu Ling couldn't help but think to himself, he had beat up the old immortals of Xuantianzong, but he didn't expect to be reborn in their territory now.

This is a cycle of karma, isn't it good for retribution?

"Have you heard that this time the Qishan Treasure Hunt is not only our Xuantian Sect, but disciples from other sects also participated?"

"What kind of treasure is this that attracts so many people to covet it?"

"Hey, what do you know? According to my uncle who delivered food to the inner sect, the demon sect will also go this time, so on the surface it is a treasure hunt, but in fact it wants to unite with other sects to eliminate demons."

Hearing the word "Devil's Cult", Fu Ling couldn't help but lean closer and listen to a few more words.

"The devil will go, so wouldn't the big devil Li Chen also go?"

"It must be to get rid of him, otherwise there would be such a big battle."

"This big devil does all kinds of evil, kills countless people, and everyone gets to kill him."

When this group of people mentioned Li Chen, they couldn't help lowering their voices, as if they said something terrible.

Li Chen?

Fu Ling thought to himself, has there ever been such a figure in the Demon Cult?

It's not like he just died, and this Mingshi Mountain was occupied by others.

During the speaking interval, seven or eight people came down from a distance. Looking at the clothes and pendants, they were all disciples of the inner sect.

Fu Ling glanced at it, this accessory should be regarded as an important disciple of the inner sect.

How did you choose someone here?

Seeing the inner disciples approaching, everyone immediately stood up straight and silenced, all with excited expressions on their faces.

Fu Ling couldn't empathize so much, he just stood there casually.

Several disciples from the inner sect carried a round crystal ball.

Fu Ling recognized that thing, and those who tested spiritual power put their hands on it. The purer the light, the brighter the light, the better the spiritual root, and the smoother the cultivation.

He has checked this body, not to mention the spiritual power in the body, even the spiritual root is probably the worst kind of miscellaneous spiritual root.

Sure enough, when it was his turn to test, the crystal ball didn't respond at all, it didn't light up, and it became even darker.

There was laughter all around.

"Even this kind of miscellaneous spirit root wants to compare with us."

"It's him, and he's pretty cheeky. He tried to seduce Steward Qin two days ago, but was beaten up by his tigress."

"Look at his disheveled hair, it's just to cover his face, hahahaha."

Fu Ling didn't intend to pay attention to it. Why he took the house and was reborn is what he wants to know now.

After everyone tested their spiritual roots, the inner disciples stood together and discussed for a while, and then a representative came out.

This man was wearing a light blue Taoist uniform, with patterns embroidered with silver thread on the collar and collar, a pure white jade pendant on his waist, and a delicate saber in his hand.

You can tell at a glance that your status is not low.

The man said: "The people who reported their names below will follow up the mountain."

There is no more nonsense.

Fu Ling couldn't help but hooked his lips and sneered, these righteous people are always like this, relying on their own cultivation level to look down on others, they don't treat these people who have no cultivation level as human beings at all, and come when they are called Swipe away.

"Luo Xuan... which one is Luo Xuan?"

"I'm calling you, hurry up!"

Peng Zheng pushed him from behind, and only then did Fu Ling realize that he was also the chosen one.

Someone couldn't help but make a sound of envy.

"He can go in like this, why?"

"Maybe it really has something to do with Guanshi Qin?"

"Bah, relying on the position of the face, when you arrive at Qishan and meet the big devil, you don't know how you will die?"

Fu Ling himself was very puzzled about this question. With his miscellaneous spiritual roots, it is difficult to even induce the spiritual energy between the heavens and the earth, and it is even more difficult to cultivate. What do you choose him for? Do you want to die?

Fu Ling followed several disciples who were also selected up the mountain.

Before leaving, Peng Zheng looked at him with tears in his eyes, and earnestly told him not to forget his brother after he finished his studies.

Fu Ling didn't know the name of this person until now, and of course he wasn't interested in knowing it in the future.

Xuantianzong's way up the mountain is very long, with more than 8000 steps. Normal people can't climb up in one go, and those who can climb up will lose half of their lives.

Just like now, just after climbing to the top of the mountain, several people in the same company couldn't help but sit down.

Fu Ling also felt tired, his body was too weak, and he could breathe for a long time with just a little exercise.

But he has always been patient, even though his back was sweating profusely and his legs were sore, he didn't say a word.

Those inner disciples didn't give them a chance to rest, so they urged them to go inside, and then took them to a small courtyard.

The person in the lead didn't take them very seriously, and ordered perfunctorily: "In three days, you will go to Qishan with those brothers from the inner sect. This is luck that most people don't have. Cherish it. Let’s live here for a few days.”

After speaking, a group of people left without saying a word.

Including Fu Ling, there were only five people selected.

Several people looked at each other.

"Have we been living here for a few days?"

"This small courtyard is too pretty, but the inner door is really different, it's so grand, it's much better than the thatched cottage at the foot of the mountain."

"Speaking of why we were chosen, I have no cultivation at all."

"I don't have any cultivation base at all, but why do I think so much, there are still great opportunities waiting for us, maybe this is our luck."

Several people looked at each other and smiled, avoiding Fu Ling very tacitly, as if he was some shameful monster.

Fu Ling didn't care either, he found a room by himself and walked in.

In his opinion, this house is very simple, but it is much better than the thatched cottage at the bottom of the mountain.

After wandering around, Fu Ling finally found a bronze mirror in the corner.

The mirror reflected his current appearance.

Fair skin, delicate eyebrows and eyes, straight nose bridge, soft and thin lips, she is a real beauty.

It's just such a skin, anyone who sees it will praise it as beautiful.

Fu Ling's face was gloomy, and he couldn't help uttering a word: "Grass!"

In the next three days, Fu Ling finally figured out the current situation.

For example, it has been 120 years since the last Demon Lord on Mingshi Mountain, that is, himself died.

Another example is that Ren Mozun is a murderer who is even more insane than him. It is said that the name alone can stop children from crying at night.

There is also the so-called Qishan Treasure Hunt.

More than a month ago, a vision appeared in Qishan Mountain, and disciples from various sects went to investigate, but no one returned.

Someone had seen the figure of Demon Venerable Li Chen in Qishan, and everyone speculated that it must be the evil hand of this servant again.

So the various sects contacted secretly, preparing to go to Qishan to exterminate the demons under the guise of treasure hunting.

Fu Ling didn't have much interest at first, he died as soon as he died, and if he lived again, nothing in this world had anything to do with him.

He just wanted to take a look at what the devil who inherited his Netherstone Mountain looked like, which made people talk about it so much.

As soon as the three days passed, someone came and took the five of them to Qishan.

Xuantianzong threw out a flying boat. After the flying boat was enlarged, it could accommodate hundreds of people, and the inner disciples controlled the flying boat.

The speed of the flying boat was extremely fast, but it took only half a day to reach the vicinity of Qishan Mountain.

The other four people were still lamenting how lucky they were to be able to sit on such a flying artifact.

Only Fu Ling frowned slightly.

The Yiye Flying Boat is the most powerful magic weapon of the Xuantian Sect. It will not be easily dispatched for ordinary things, because driving this leaf flying boat requires a lot of spirit stones, which is too wasteful compared to flying with a sword.

In his opinion, the Xuantian Sect sent hundreds of people to Qishan this time, probably not as simple as exterminating demons.

There must be something in Qishan that attracts everyone's attention more than this new devil.

When it got near Qishan Mountain, the leaf flying boat was put away.

Fu Ling followed the crowd and walked inside.

But the team was quickly broken up.

The five outer disciples were also dispersed and led by different inner disciples.

There is a very prosperous town at the foot of Qishan Mountain, where inns and teahouses can be found everywhere.

Fu Ling followed these people to an inn, where he was going to stay.

However, before he went in, he raised his eyes and saw the window on the second floor.

The young man in black was sitting horizontally on the window sill, holding a jug of wine in his hand, looking lazily and intently in the direction of Qishan.

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