This is what cultivating immortals is like

Tu Yuan woke up from his confusion, his clothes were soaked, his black hair stuck to his pink face and jade neck, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in water.

Muscles and bones are weak, and every part of my body hurts. This familiar feeling is very similar...

"Heavenly disaster!"

Tu Yuan murmured, shook his groggy head, propped up his exhausted body and sat cross-legged, finally finding the feeling to calm down.

The black mist overflowed and billowing demonic energy filled the entire room.

Behind Tu Yuan, the thick black mist turned into clouds, and a little bit of red light bloomed, like eyes, messy on a face that was chaotic and unclear.

Tu Yuan was completely unaware of such a strange sight. Her head was in a mess and she had not yet come out of her confusion. She only knew that she had forgotten something very important.

After a while, Tu Yuan's eyes exploded open, a red magic eye split between his eyebrows, and a powerful and indescribable will came out of his body.

The demon's magical powers are operating on their own, and their realms are rising steadily, breaking through the third and fourth levels of transcending tribulations, crushing several bottlenecks with force, and stabilizing their aura at the Mahayana stage.

The will of heaven and earth was aware of it, and the postponed closed-book exam was brought forward. Three inner demon tribulations occurred in a row, showing an unyielding attitude.

Before, Tu Yuan was so frightened by the inner demon calamity once that he dared to survive it only by hugging Lu Bei's thigh, let alone three times in a row.

Drink sugar water and then hang yourself - you will definitely die.

But now, the three inner demon tribulations have been easily resolved without posing the slightest threat to her.

In the dense darkness, pairs of scarlet eyes slowly closed, and the chaotic faces dissipated. The red magic eyes between Tu Yuan's brows became brighter and brighter, and the charming imperial sister's face became even more seductive.

In the quiet room, the weight of darkness overwhelmed everything tangible and intangible, except for the divine card engraved with 'Lu Bei, Lord of the Demons'.

The black mist rolled into Tu Yuan's body, and the demonic eye closed. She exhaled a breath of turbid air, mustered up her energy to drag her tired body, knelt down on her knees, and held the divine card in her hands high above her head.

He lowered his head and said nothing, pious and silent, and the crystals fell to the ground.

Tu Yuan: (〒﹏〒)

False Demons: The Great Demons of the Five Directions and Five Emperors

The real demon: Lu Bei

She remembered everything.

Thank you!

After hundreds of years of hard training, she relied on her strength to worship the real demon from outside the realm. In the endless darkness, she was lucky enough to look up to the demon's true face.

A startling glimpse, thrilling.

Because the picture was blurry and Tu Yuan, who was pious, did not dare to blaspheme with his eyes, he quickly looked away and only saw a handsome chin in the darkness.

She looks familiar, she recognizes it even if it turns to ashes.

In the seventh heaven, the black sun hangs high, and all living beings worship. There is a great demon sitting high in the sky.

The demonic power is vast, the shadows are hazy, and countless long black tails sweep wildly...

The Lord of Demons!

The master didn't fool her, he was really the master of the demons, not the second-rate demons who were fooling around in the demon palace for rankings.

I worshiped at the top of the mountain and worshiped at the top of the largest mountain. I was guaranteed to achieve the level of cultivation in the Mahayana stage, and I also obtained the supreme magical power of the 'Daluo Dharma that is immortal for all kalpas'.

From today on, not only do I have strength, but I am also protected by my master. I stand out from all the lackeys and become the most powerful one.

No matter where you look at it, this is a once-in-a-lifetime good thing, but Tu Yuan is not happy at all.

The master gave a death order and asked her to kill the master.

Tu Yuan: (╥﹏╥)

She just wants to be a dog, why should she eat her master?

The Lord of the Demons said that a wisp of demon soul reincarnated into the human world and was out of control because of its pretentious desire to make a new start. He told her to do it with confidence, otherwise...

Because it is a death order, one of the man and the dog must die.

Tu Yuan didn't want to die, let alone get involved in a fight between his masters. Being a dog requires self-awareness. No matter which master wins in the end, the dog that bites the master will die.

Moreover, with the blood oath on her body, she couldn't even resist, let alone dare to do it.

What, the blood oath is gone?

That doesn’t work either!

Tu Yuan: (╥﹏╥)

What should I do? Is it too late to practice Buddhism now?

…

One hundred thousand mountains.

Thousands of mountains and valleys are lush and lush, with swords and rocks rising thousands of feet from the ground, and solitary peaks standing dangerously;

There is a huge cliff across it, with a wall standing thousands of feet tall;

There are winding mountains covered with clouds and fog, with shadows lying on the ground, and they are like a dragon with its head raised.

The black-winged golden-eyed eagle soared high into the sky, taking in the vast expanse of sight. It turned into golden light and descended from the clouds, landing on Lu Bei's shoulder.

"No, there is not even a demon king, they are all useless little demons..."

Lu Bei frowned and stood on the top of the mountain. There was no demon king, which meant that these guys had received the news that the Death Star was flashing and ran away with their buckets.

According to Tu Yuan's words, only when Mahayana monks appear in Shiwandashan will the demon kings flee.

As a monk in the Tribulation Stage, in the early stage of integration after the union of heaven and man, the Mahayana Stage must have nothing to do with him. There is only one truth. Xuanlong's white-haired Mahayana Stage monk went home to visit.

Damn it, can I still earn experience well?

Lu Bei secretly thought that it was bad luck and was quite speechless at the same time. He wanted to find the Xuanlong Mahayana Stage, so he first went to Shiwanda Mountain to find the Demon King. He understood the reasoning behind it, but he always felt that something was wrong.

"You two are acting opposite each other!"

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Lu Bei searched Shiwanda Mountain to no avail, and returned to Gushan City feeling slightly depressed.

The demon-slaying sword has seen no blood, and the experience has not been gained. Heaven and man are one, and they always have a heart of compassion for heaven and humanity. How can they bear this kind of grievance? Go find the bad luck of Tu Yuan, the guard of Gushan City.

The result was not very good and Tu Yuan closed his eyes to death.

The more I thought about it, the angrier and more aggrieved I became.

Good people are rewarded. Lu Bei was depressed for a while, and then he got some good news.

Zhao Wuyou uploaded the information about the seven prisoners, and Xuanlong Emperor Zhao Fangce arrived at Gushan City and held a banquet in honor of Lu Bei and seven carts of the Gu family.

Accompanying me was an old man with white hair and beard.

Among the emperors known to Lu Bei, Zhao Fangce's face was undoubtedly the most ugly one.

It's not that he is not handsome enough. The white hairs of the Zhao family are average in appearance, and there is no ugly one. It's just that the scar on Zhao Fangce's face is like a centipede coiled on his face, which seriously destroys the beauty.

Not laughing is scary, but smiling is even scarier.

The old man, like Zhao Fangce, had several scars crisscrossing his cheeks, and his broken eyebrows and split face were extremely ferocious. For those who didn't know, they thought this was the unique aesthetic of the Xuanlong Zhao family.

"Don't be like this again."

At the banquet hall, Lu Bei whispered to the side, asking Zhao Wuyou to maintain normal growth and not to grow crooked.

Zhao Wuyou nodded absently.

Xiao Baimao reported the intelligence. The seven carts were of great importance and could be called the last seven straws that overwhelmed Xiong Chu in the game. Zhao Fangce arrived at Gushan City as quickly as possible without saying a word.

Seeing the completed jade returned to Zhao, Zhao Fangce frowned and blamed Xiao Baimao for not fulfilling her duties as a diplomat. He also suspected that she was idle around with her salary and had forgotten her mission.

Zhao Wuyou couldn't argue. She had worked very hard. The professional team made suggestions, traveled lightly, and used all possible and unusable postures.

Just use force.

No, Qiang also used it, and Lu Bei pressed it.

Zhao Wuyou was sitting next to Lu Bei in a depressed mood, and his irritated daughter-in-law usually poured wine and food for him. Just as depressed as she was, there were seven handsome princes and princesses of Chu who forced smiles on their faces.

From the time they were captured until now, except for being hung up by Lu Bei for a day and a night and enjoying the cold wind, their personal freedom was not restricted for the rest of the time.

Especially in Gushan City, there is a quiet room for everyone, and Xuanlong treats him as a distinguished guest and does not face any trouble.

It is a common diplomatic method. The more calm Xuanlong is, the more vulgar Xiongchu's muscle-flexing behavior becomes, and the more ungentlemanly he appears.

What frustrated the seven princes and princesses even more was today's banquet. As dispensable bystanders, they were invited by Emperor Xuanlong to see the family members of Xuanlong and Wu Zhou.

In other words, Xuanlong has allies, while Xiongchu has nothing but enemies from both sides.

What, you said that Wu Zhouzhi came to be the head of the Tianjian Sect, and there was no one named Zhu.

Laughing to death, you don’t understand Wu Zhou at all.

Dashan Temple is alone in the world, Yunzhong Pavilion is misty and helpless, and no one knows where the gate is. The Iron Sword Alliance collapsed, and the Tianjian Sect was defeated and re-established, forcing the Zhu family royal family and the Huangji Sect to stay together for warmth.

In this case, the leader of the Tianjian Sect was the king's method in Wuzhou, and his fart was more effective than the imperial edict.

The banquet started, and as the host, Zhao Fangce had an expressionless face. He was very grateful to Lu Bei for his generous support, and he was also glad that he had chosen the right person for his investment. The demon-slaying sword was not given in vain. The seven carts were the best evidence.

But when he thought that Lu Bei was the one who broke the Gu family's thousand-year blood curse, he couldn't be happy.

Wu Zhou is so big, isn't it enough for you?

Lu Bei didn't say anything either. He searched for monsters in Shiwanda Mountain to no avail. He knew that Xuanlong could deal with Xiongchu by himself. His trip was the icing on the cake at most, not a help in times of need.

Then, he looked at the old man with scars on his face and estimated that it was worth several hundred million.

The old man smiled slightly, with an unusually ferocious expression. He raised his wine glass and paid a distant salute to Lu Bei: "I have heard about the name of Immortal Sword Intention for a long time. When I saw Sect Leader Lu today, I am really a young hero. Zhao has wasted his life and feels ashamed of himself."

"Senior is joking, you are the real hero."

Lu Bei responded politely, frowning and said: "My sect master saw that the senior's bones are unique and his shape is eye-catching. Could it be that he is the famous one..."

"Yes, it's Zhao."

"That's it. I've admired you for a long time."

Lu Bei looked overjoyed, picked up his wine glass, drank three glasses in a row, and said some polite words about how lucky he was.

While exchanging business blows, they did not forget to send a message to Zhao Wuyou to ask who the bad old man was. He spoke so nicely.

Zhao Wuyou: (_)

How should I put it, she was not surprised at all.

After receiving a message from Zhao Wuyou, Lu Bei finally learned the name of the famous bad old man.

Xuanlong, Zhao Yanye.

A monk in the Mahayana period, he has been interacting with the demon clan in Jingyue Kingdom for many years. He has a fiery nature and is an irritable old man who would rather break than bend.

At Zhao Wuyou's level, she had no access to the Mahayana stage. This was the first time she met Zhao Yanye, and the information she provided was all hearsay.

Lu Bei nodded secretly. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the old man seemed to be hostile to him.

Why?

This sect leader, an outsider, slept with your Zhao family's little white hair, are you unhappy?

Aren’t you still asleep?

Thinking of this, Lu Bei put his hands on his slim waist and lowered his head to try the imported wine.

"..."xN