How to win the male god

Lu Wuda only felt that something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't even beg for mercy.

In the eyes of this person, his own life is like an ant, so insignificant.

There was a sharp pain in the dantian, the look in Lu Wuda's eyes gradually dissipated, his head fell to the ground, the blood on his face dissipated, and turned into a dead air.

Le Zhi opened his eyes wide. At that moment, the man was obviously hunched over, and the black clothes on his body were also stained with old colors, but he seemed to exude a powerful aura.

Lu Wuda died, and he didn't know who killed him until he died.

Lu Wuda has always been jealous of him and hated him. If there was no one in front of him, he would have died under Lu Wuda's hands.

So regarding Lu Wuda's death, Le Zhi just sighed.

The man in black stood where he was, his aura had disappeared, his back was hunched, his black hair was messy, and he had a sword in his hand at some point. The sword was black and hadn't been consecrated yet.

This man killed Lu Wuda with this unconsecrated sword.

Unspeakably weird.

But looking at that person's attire and appearance, he was rather desolate and pitiful.

Could it be that downcast cultivator?

Le Zhi was slightly curious about the life experience of the person in front of him.

Curiosity is curiosity, but kindness is in front of you.

Counting the one time in the canyon, this man has saved himself twice.

Ruthless Dao is most afraid of being indebted to others, but he always owes him indebtedness.

With this kindness, it can only be repaid.

It doesn't matter who this person is.

Le Zhi calmed down and said gratefully, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for saving your life."

The man stood without turning around.

Le Zhi barely stood up from the ground, he was also seriously injured, and now he can only hold his last breath.

The man didn't look back, Lezhi walked towards him.

Until he came to that person's side.

Although the person in front of him was hunched over, he was much taller than Le Zhi.

"Fellow Daoist?" Le Zhi called out, "I have already made the elixir that can cure dumbness, why didn't fellow Daoist come and get it?"

The man remained motionless.

Lezhi stretched out his hand and tugged at the man's sleeve.

The man's hand moved slightly, but he didn't break free.

"Fellow Daoist, wait a moment." Lezhi stretched his hand into his bosom, and was about to take out the elixir. At that moment, as if all the strength in his body was suddenly drained, Lezhi fell straight backward.

The person who was motionless turned around suddenly, and the body that was about to land fell into an embrace.

Lezhi was dizzy for a while, and barely opened his eyes. The man's hair was messy, almost completely covering his face.

The light shining from the half-covered eyes was very deep.

Lezhi's sanity gradually became blurred, and finally passed out.

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Even if he is about to die, the old man on the tree will still lie on the tree.

The old man on the tree is a demon spirit who has cultivated for a hundred years, but the demon spirit is weak after all, without tempering the body, how can he directly cultivate the spirit, how can he be against a cultivator?

In this battle, the old man on the tree was seriously injured.

A few days later, when Lin Wuzheng was alive and kicking, the old man lying on the tree was dying.

Lin Wuzheng had a straw stuck in his head, and one hand was tightly held by the old man on the tree.

"There is a saying in the human world, that is to die young, it seems that the old man will not escape this fate after all!"

Lin Wuzheng's face darkened: "Old man, you are already hundreds of years old."

The old man on the tree is already living in his own world: "The poor old man has lived for 400 years and can't cultivate demons. He has never even seen that mother's demon spirit."

After the old man on the tree finished speaking, his pale claws scratched Lin Wuzheng's hand twice, very weakly.

The light in the eyes gradually dimmed.

Lin Wuzheng looked at the appearance of the old man on the tree who was about to return home with a crane, felt a wave of fear in his heart, he quickly broke free from his hand, and walked towards the cave where Le Zhi lived.

He went to the cave several times, but was stopped by the man who appeared suddenly.

Seeing that person, although he couldn't even see his face clearly, Lin Wuzheng still felt a sense of fear.

Lin Wuzheng took a deep breath and walked to the entrance of the cave, but no one stopped him.

Lin Wuzheng was overjoyed, and tiptoed into the cave.

After walking a certain distance, there was a huge turn. Lin Wuzheng's footsteps just as he was about to step out suddenly froze, and he stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

There was a person sitting on the carved wooden bed, his figure was straight and tall, his messy hair was tied up, his nose was straight, his eyes were long and narrow, just a silhouette, he looked extremely good-looking.

The person lying on the bed, with black hair scattered, pale face, flirtatious but not gorgeous, lay quietly like that.

The sitting person suddenly bent down, and dropped a kiss on the forehead of the lying person.

Lin Wuzheng opened his eyes wide until the man sat up straight, and then looked at himself.

There are such beautiful people in this world...

Lin Wuzheng was completely stunned.

After a long time, Lin Wuzheng came back to his senses, looked at the man and stammered, "You... who are you?"

"What does it have to do with you?" The man said in a low voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing the person on the bed.

Lin Wuzheng managed to regain his senses: "I want to find the old liar!"

"Old liar?" The light in the man's eyes was very dangerous.

Lin Wuzheng quickly shut up and racked his brains, only to remember what Qinli called him in the past.

"Looking for Lele." Lin Wuzheng said.

"Lele?" The light in the man's eyes instantly turned cold.

Lin Wuzheng suddenly felt cold and sweaty.

Lin Wuzheng took a few steps back subconsciously.

Thinking of the old man on the tree who was about to go west, Lin Wuzheng mustered up his courage, pointed to Lezhi and said, "I'm looking for him, the old man is dying."

There seemed to be a flash of light in the man's eyes, and hope was ignited in Lin Wuzheng's heart.

Just listen to the man say: "Then die."

Lin Wuzheng: "..."

The person on the bed suddenly moved.

The person beside the bed froze suddenly.

"Old liar!" Lin Wuzheng yelled.

The man with the fierce look in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

"If you dare to say one more word, I will kill you, crush your soul, and prevent you from being reborn forever."

Lin Wuzheng only heard the threatening words, and it seemed that a gust of wind blew by his ears, and the person who was born extremely good-looking but looked evil suddenly disappeared.

Le Zhi slowly opened his eyes, the lack of true energy in his stomach suddenly filled up, and the injuries on his body seemed to be completely healed.

However, after sleeping for a long time, there is no problem with the body, but there is some lack of energy in the spirit.

For the first time, Le Zhi knew that sleeping can also heal and strengthen the body.

It's very weird.

Lin Wuzheng was standing in front of him with a frightened expression on his face.

This kid was very arrogant in the past, but now he looks like this.

"Stupid?" Le Zhi asked.

"Yes..." Thinking of what the man said just now when he left, Lin Wuzheng had no doubt that the man would do what he said, and quickly shut up.

"How's the old man on the tree?" Lezhi asked.

"I'm dying..." Lin Wuzheng said.

When Lezhi and Lin Wuzheng arrived, the old man on the tree was still hanging his last breath, lying on the branch, crumbling.

"Old guy." Lezhi called out.

The old man on the tree turned his head tremblingly, squinted his cloudy eyes to look at Lezhi for a long time, and reluctantly said: "Brother Le... You have come to see the old man for the last time.... I hope that in the next life, the old man can get A word 'Xiu', and...a beautiful woman..."

The old man on the tree spoke intermittently.

Lezhi took out a elixir from his bosom and stuffed it into the mouth of the old man on the tree before blocking his mouth.

"Ahem...well..."

After the old man on the tree swallowed the elixir, he lay peacefully on the tree and opened his eyes after a long time.

"Hey, the old man is still alive?"

The old man on the tree was only vented because of his aura. As a demon spirit, he was too fragile.It is easy for a demon spirit to die, but it is also easy to revive it.

"Continuing Qi Pill, if it can't save you, it won't be called Xu Qi Pill anymore." Le Zhi said.

"Continuing Qi Pill? Good stuff! Brother Le, is there any treasure hidden in your arms?"

"I was thinking about other things when I came back to life, old guy, don't be too greedy." Le Zhi glared at him.

The old man on the tree withdrew his eyes awkwardly, then looked at Lin Wuzheng beside him, and said happily: "I don't die once, I don't know that this little apprentice cares about the old man so much..."

"Tch, I'm going to bury you just because you're dead." Lin Wuzheng snorted.

"Wu Zheng, have you seen the person who saved us that day?" Le Zhi asked.

Lin Wuzheng rolled his dark eyes, then shook his head.

Lezhi threw another qi-replenishing elixir to the old man on the tree, then turned and left.

Le Zhi walked around the small mountain, and then went back to the cave where he lived, but he didn't see the person who saved him again and again.

Why did the person who saved his life disappear?

This kindness owed more and more, and Le Zhi felt very grateful.

If we meet again next time, I will keep that person and repay my kindness no matter what.

After being in a coma for four or five days, Lezhi entered the secret realm of the seven-color stone again. In the elixir furnace, the alchemy elixir had already taken shape, and an astringent smell began to waft out.

The elixir is divided into warm and cold, and the warm elixir is softer, which is compatible with the body and will gradually emit a fragrance.The medicinal effect of the cold elixir is relatively overbearing, it needs to be mixed slowly, and the taste is astringent.

Lezhi poured a burst of true energy into the elixir furnace, and the true energy stored in the dantian was instantly emptied.

It will take several years to practice this elixir, and Le Zhi has a headache.

Bi Fangniao was also seriously injured that day, and after a few days of recuperation in the secret realm of the seven-color stone, he took all the pills that Lezhi gave him, and then he gradually recovered.

Relying on Le Zhi, Bi Fangniao gradually turned into a human form.

In the old days, the divine bird was already a handsome young man in human form.

"Lele, are you alright?" Qinli said, grabbing Lezhi's sleeve.

"It's all right." Le Zhi said.

There was a smile in Qin Li's eyes, and he stared at the pill furnace curiously: "What kind of pill is that?"

Lezhi didn't answer, as if he was thinking about something.

"Lele..."

"Qinli, it's better for us to break the contract of master and servant." Lezhi said suddenly.

Qin Li was stunned for a moment, with a flash of sadness in his eyes: "Does Lele want me?"

"You are originally a divine bird. If you were a spirit beast, you would be wronged. Once the contract is released, you will be able to become a demon cultivator and a cultivator. If you have a celestial fate, you will be able to ascend to immortality in the future. "

A gleam flashed in Qinli's eyes, as if shaken, and after a while, he shook his head: "I want to be by your side."

"If it's a spirit beast, the road to immortality is out of reach. Think about it carefully, and let me know if you figure it out," Le Zhi said.

Qinli lowered his head, said nothing, but tightly grabbed Lezhi's sleeve.

It is quite painful to practice the alchemy.

The true qi obtained by Le Zhi's cultivation is not enough for alchemy, and the true qi in his body is getting less and less, and finally the inner alchemy is tired, and the light of the inner alchemy is getting weaker and weaker.

But seeing that the elixir was about to be ready, Lezhi couldn't bear to give up, so he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

After a few more glances, when Lezhi almost thought that his true energy was about to be exhausted, a golden light suddenly flashed in the pill furnace.

Lezhi took a deep breath, then stretched out his hand, and a pill the size of a thumb fell into his hand.

The astringent taste is very obvious, but it also carries a strong aura.

A hundred years of cultivation...

Looking at the alchemy pill, Lezhi was quite relieved. It seemed that the efforts of the past ten years were not in vain.

Lezhi didn't take the alchemy pill immediately, but rested in the seven-color stone secret realm for several days, accumulating the dantian, and took the alchemy only after the true energy in his body recovered.

In the first two days, Lezhi didn't notice any changes, only that the effect of the medicine was slower, but later, Lezhi suddenly found that his cultivation base was slowly declining.

Such an abnormal thing made Lezhi have to wonder if there was something wrong with the alchemy pill.

Lezhi took out the "Danshu" and looked at it carefully. The pill formula is correct, so the pill should be correct.

Le Zhi couldn't figure it out, and could only endure the gradual receding of his cultivation.

He is only at the fifth level of alchemy, and his future is bleak if he continues like this.

Lezhi read all the alchemy books on his body, but he still couldn't find out the reason. He was a little flustered at the beginning, but later he calmed down.

The road to cultivation is long, and it is impossible to be without wind and rain. Fortune and misfortune depend on each other. There may be chances in catastrophe. Le Zhi still practices every day, and there is no disturbance in his heart.

On this day, Le Zhi came out of the secret realm of the Seven-color Stone, and suddenly saw the old man on the tree running over in a hurry.

The old man on the tree had a frightened face, and said in a trembling voice, "There are... there are cultivators who want to enter Xiaozhongshan!"

The old man on the tree had a shadow of what happened last time, and when he saw the cultivator, it was like seeing a ghost.

It's a disaster that can't be avoided.

Le Zhi let the old man on the tree hide in the cave, and then went down the mountain path by himself.

The mountain road is gentle.

From a distance, Le Zhi could hear the voice.

"The nine provinces and the eight wastelands are all the lands of the world, and the cultivators are the people of the world. Why can't I enter this small mountain?" The voice was laziness, but it was quite familiar.

"There is a mountain god in this small mountain, and it is the territory of the mountain god. If the mountain god doesn't allow anyone to enter, you won't be able to enter!"

There was a moment of silence.

"Hey, stop, don't go any further!"

"Then I'll go back."

"Hey, don't walk backwards!"

"Then I won't go."

"Bastard, who gave you the sword?"

"You said you were not allowed to leave." The voice was quite innocent.

Lin Wuzheng was already out of breath.

Lezhi continued to walk forward, and found Lin Wuzheng whose face was completely dark, and another person.

Seeing Lezhi, the man's peach blossom eyes flashed, and suddenly he made a deep bow, and said with a smile: "Xiaoyaozong Qin Taihe pays homage to the mountain god."