True Monarch Crossing Tribulation forced me to soar

Chapter 110: Condensation Turns into Frost

Heartache, heartache!

She ponders, she regrets, and she repents.

It's all her fault.

She shouldn't like Zhenjun Dujie, she shouldn't fall in love with him, especially when she didn't know him well.

Like because you don't understand, fear because you understand, and shrink because of fear.

But every time she saw Zhenjun Dujie's face, her full lips, thick eyelashes, and indifferent eyes, she knew that even if she did it a thousand times, she would fall into that alienated indifference.

But not now.

She liked looking at him, but didn't like being stared at by him.

She likes to gently stroke Zhenjun Dujie's smooth clothes, but she doesn't like being stroked by him.

She is domineering and domineering in her bones, and everything follows her own temperament. Although she looks gentle and pleasant on the surface, she is actually very perverse.

Transcending Tribulation True Monarch has learned deeply.

During those three months, Wuyan was the one who was imprisoned, but there were only the two of them in this temple, and his imprisoning Wuyan was equivalent to imprisoning himself.

In the end, Wuyan only lowered her head superficially, her dissatisfaction and rebellion were written all over her face, and he felt regretful in his heart.

Locking up Wuyan for three months is far worse than holding her in your arms for three months.

Even though he has endless life, he still regrets the three months lost in vain.

Since then, even if Wuyan has opinions about him in her heart, she will never reveal them again.

Du Jie Zhenjun could see it clearly, but felt that Wuyan was just quarreling with him. After a long time, he would naturally forget it. After all, immortals have a long and long time.

Wuyan seemed to have really forgotten everything.

She was silent and quiet, wearing the clothes that Du Jie Zhenjun liked, her face was gentle and lovely, pure as water, but her dark eyes were a little more uneasy and wild.

The begonias in the yard have changed back to peach blossoms, but no matter how many peach blossoms fall, Wuyan never comes to see them.

She doesn't appreciate the enchanting flowers of confinement in this garden. Although the peach blossoms are blooming luxuriantly, in her eyes, they have become dead trees.

Without freedom, anything beautiful is just a toy.

She didn't want to be an empty shell, she felt like she would be out of breath and dying.

In this world, there are principles and rules everywhere. If you want to do whatever you want without breaking the rules, you must either restrain yourself or the rules.

Transcending Tribulation True Monarch is the biggest rule in this world, she can't fight it, so she can only restrain herself every day.

However, restraint is pain and torture.

During the restraint, she gradually united her mind and mind, and kept a distance from Du Jie Zhenjun both physically and mentally.

Although she didn't say it, she decided not to love him anymore.

Practice the sword, practice the sword, practice the sword day after day.

Slash, slash, slash day and night.

She gave up formations, gave up spells, and specialized in swordsmanship.

Suffering from too much greed before, she knows everything, but she is not good at everything. There is no one here that can be used by Zhenjun Dujie.

After deep reflection, she found that she had no shortcomings, but all flaws. The things she was once proud of were not worth mentioning in front of Zhenjun Dujie.

In the recent get-togethers, she has carefully observed that Transcending Tribulation True Monarch, formations, spells, and spells are all absolutely strong, and there is no weakness at all in terms of defense and illusion.

He was impeccable, she gritted her teeth, knowing that it was almost impossible to let Zhenjun Dujie let her play with him.

Of course, if Zhen Shuzi knew about her scumbag's thoughts, she would definitely scold her for learning the fourth-order acacia kung fu for nothing.

The controller in the relationship, sometimes, is not the strong one in the absolute sense.

But no face does not understand.

Just like she is now, in the territory of Zhenjun Dujie, she has to bow her head, and she doesn't think about emotional issues, she just thinks blindly, because she is too weak and has to listen to him.

In her world, there is only one way to change this situation, and that is to defeat True Monarch Du Jie.

She herself was taken aback when the grand idea came to her.

But tossing and turning at night, the more I thought about it, the more I felt it made sense.

Based on her experience, in this world, the strong have always had the final say, as long as he is stronger than Dujie Zhenjun, then he has to be like himself today, stay humble and be obedient.

"What are you thinking, so serious?"

Feeling that Wuyan has been keeping a distance from herself since she was imprisoned for three months, Zhenjun Dujie saw it in his eyes and was anxious, so he began to cook for her every day.

"nothing!"

Wuyan didn't lift her head, but the corner of her eye was stuck to the rosy palm of Zhenjun Dujie, even the palm was so tender.

She firmly believes that Dujie Zhenjun is a god who only cultivates spells and does not cultivate the body.

He definitely doesn't know swordsmanship!
Wuyan's heart was surging and excited.

When she practiced the sword, she spread out her palms, looked at the thick calluses under each finger root, and smiled happily.

It's just that a faint red mark running across the palm of the hand made the Dujie Zhenjun in the dark frown again.

The cultivator ascended, the body was tempered by thunder, the past was washed away, the bones were recast, and the body was reshaped. He was puzzled, what kind of injury, even ascension, could not completely disappear the traces.

He likes Wuyan, he cares about everything about her, and he can't help but want to know and explore everything that belongs to her.

He wanted to understand her, to protect her, to bring justice to her, to avenge her.

Although it was just a faint red mark, his eyes were stained with scarlet anger.

Hurt a faceless person, even if he is dead, even if he is reincarnated, he wants to dig that person out and burn him a thousand times.

But Wuyan didn't care about it. The scar seemed to have become a part of her body. Although she looked at it, she didn't remember it in her heart. Most of the time, she would deliberately ignore the wound.

The fear and haze hidden in the deepest part of her soul were covered by layers of sand by time.

As her swordsmanship became more and more refined, she gradually felt that her magic power was not enough, and she could not even support her to practice the whole set of swordsmanship.

But she didn't want to borrow mana from Dujie Zhenjun.

She was really ashamed to accuse him, a dignified god, stingy like a usurer, a little mana, can be divided into ten kisses to pass, how could he be so mad.

Looking at it with the lightning protection beads in her hand, Zhenjun Dujie didn't take it back, but she was still a little hesitant, she was afraid that she couldn't help but fly to Kuaiji Mountain as soon as she went out.

In the end, she still put away the lightning protection beads.

She believed that Dujie Zhenjun's extremely oppressive tall body would one day be defeated by her sword.

The strength of a monk can surpass the body. It doesn't mean that he is tall and strong, and he is the winner. The one who is really strong is the one with higher magic power.

The thought of defeating Zhenjun Dujie filled her brain, and she thought about it day and night, how to increase her mana.

The opportunity is coming soon.

A year is fleeting.

The day she ascended was Frost's Landing, and after she ascended, she was the Goddess Frost's Landing.

The one-year period has expired, and she holds Frost's Fall in her hand, and for the first time since ascension, she went to the mortal realm to cast frost on the world.

It was late autumn, and the day was getting colder and colder. She came down to the earth at dawn with a chill, and the dew condensed into frost, announcing the coming of Bingdong.

This job didn't consume much of her mana, but the human world was so huge that she had to quickly skip across the sky, like a long sword, piercing the dawn.

"The rain of the rain, the dew of the white dew, the frost of the frost, the snow of the little snow."

Zhou Yu got up early to collect the raw materials for alchemy. Although his success rate of alchemy was extremely high, his fire spirit root, which was not effective at that time, was doomed. He could not take care of Ling Zhi well.

Although Cassia lamented that he was a once-in-a-thousand-year genius in Dan Dao, and gave him the fattest and largest piece of land, but he had been a monster for thousands of years, only knew how to fight and kill, never picked water and watered flowers, caused trouble. Planting, he only knew that killing is easy, but farming is difficult.

Obviously the seeds are the best seeds, the land is the best land, and he is the most diligent in watering and fertilizing, but just because he does not have water wood spiritual roots, this group of delicate spiritual plants will start to wither, decay, and die within two days of growing strong .

He gritted his teeth.

There is no material, he is practicing ass.

He couldn't practice pills, he couldn't improve his skills, he couldn't improve his cultivation base, and he had just broken through the Mahayana stage. As for this sluggish Lingzhiyuan, when would he be able to overcome the catastrophe and see his senior sister again.

The more I think about it, the more irritable I become.

The more you think, the more angry you become.

He wondered angrily, why can't he have a water spirit root, a spirit cultivation plant, and an alchemy, that's not invincible.

He is not a local cultivator, and his brain is so big that there is no limit. Children know that fire and water are incompatible, but he wants to have the spiritual root of fire and water. It is really daring to think about it.

Of course, in just one year, he has grown from Yuqi cultivation to Mahayana, not only thanks to Zhen Shuzi, but also thanks to his senior brother Zhang Yifan who has both water and wood dual spiritual roots.

His spiritual planting garden can be described as lush and lush, and there has never been a palm-sized piece of land vacant.

In a year, Zhou Yu sowed the seeds more than ten times, but he never sowed the seeds once, and the garden was full of top-grade spiritual plants.

Moreover, Zhang Yifan has an extremely gentle temper, even though Cassia Zi doted too much on Zhou Yu, he was never jealous, on the contrary, he loved him very much, and took it as a repayment for Wuyan's kindness in saving his life.

Therefore, sometimes Zhou Yu was blatant and sometimes sneaky, trying to make alchemy with his spiritual plant, but he didn't make a sound. As the spiritual energy surged, the vacant space was immediately filled by the growth of the spiritual plant next to him.

Wuyan stabbed Zhou Yu to death, the entire Excalibur Sect was not clear about it, and from the later rumors, it was gradually believed that Xuantianzong did it.

Since Xinhuang identified the suzerain of Xuanmen as Xuantianzong, and Zhou Yu was the younger brother of the first emperor, this matter was engraved in everyone's mind like a nail in the coffin.

Zhou Yu was not polite to Zhang Yifan, he would pull out whatever he lacked, but he didn't expect that the demand for unmicrocosmic pills had suddenly increased so much that even Zhang Yifan's Lingzhi Garden was empty.

He had to find another way and try to make alchemy with other materials.

In his eyes, as long as there is something with spiritual energy, it can be practiced if it is thrown into the alchemy furnace. Xingdan comes.

Of course, his thoughts were close to the micro-forbidden technique, so Cassia refused to teach him, even restricting him with the materials.

He had no choice but to come out and collect materials by himself.

If this was in the Demon Realm, he used to only wake up so early when killing people. It was not yet dawn, and his eyes were not opened. He was addicted to alchemy every day, and his mortal body would often feel tired.

In the microcosm, because of sleepiness, his beautiful and bright peach eyes became smaller, coupled with his skin that was a little wheat-colored due to sun exposure, his whole person suddenly matured a lot.

After coming for a long time, he also understood why there are so few female cultivators.

Planting spiritual plants is painful, digging spiritual plants is dangerous, the failure rate of alchemy is high, and it is easy to be robbed after practice. The whole process is an extremely hard training process. As long as he has a second way, he does not make alchemy.

At dawn, he was wrapped in a scarf, wearing the same clothes as ordinary villagers when he was farming, with his fluffy hair disheveled, running around the mountains, collecting the newly condensed frost.

If it weren't for his exceptionally bright amber eyes, too protruding nose bridge, and too delicate clear jaw, no one would have noticed that this wild boy turned out to be the former King Qi An.

Zhou Yu obviously forgot his identity as King Qi An long ago, and he was rarely happy when he collected Frost's Descent, jumping happily in the mountains and forests.

A ray of sword light pierced the dawn, he stretched out his hand to cover the glare of the sun, squinted his eyes, and saw a familiar figure.

Containing all his smiles, he frowned, and immediately chased after him, shouting while chasing:

"Senior Sister~"

"Senior Sister~"

"I'm Zhou Yu~"

"I'm Zhou Yu~"

"Senior sister, look at me!"

In the cold morning air, he breathed out a mouthful of white breath, and the water vapor formed ice on his eyelashes. Tired of chasing him, he looked at the faceless figure with a smile, and sighed:

"Senior Sister is really powerful, she runs really fast, and it really is different after ascension."

He held Shuang in his hand tightly, and let go of it in an instant.

No, you can't hold it so tightly, the frost will melt away.

Taking a deep breath, he felt that everything was possible.

"How did you become like this?"

The Heavenly Emperor suddenly appeared behind him without knowing when.

Zhou Yu turned around impatiently, frowned, and said impatiently:
"What are you doing here?"

The Emperor of Heaven snorted coldly:
"The plan has failed. If you don't go back to the Demon Realm, why are you still pretending to be affectionate here?"

Seeing him, Zhou Yu felt disgusted:
"Go away, how do you know that I failed, I, Zhou Yu, am I still alive and well?"

Seeing that he specially emphasized Zhou Yu, the Emperor of Heaven smiled honestly and said:

"Don't be brave, Heavenly Demon Physique. I have a way to get it for you. Don't waste time in this shitty place. Hurry up and return to the Demon Realm to manage your subordinates."

Zhou Yu crossed his arms and raised his head in contempt:
"My Zhou Yu, the monks of the human world, and the demon world, are incompatible. The people of the demon world don't care about my business."

He turned his head and walked away, waving his hands at the Emperor of Heaven, who was so angry that the Emperor of Heaven trembled slightly in place.

With the fall of Emperor Zhenwu, the pressure on the garrison in the heavenly realm suddenly increased. Now the disputes in the demon realm are chaotic, and the chaos of war has quietly spread to the human realm.

He is now in a critical period of dealing with True Monarch Du Jie, and he doesn't want to be distracted by these things.

Looking at Zhou Yu's indifferent back, he was dazed with anger.

It's all because of this rubbish, things can't be done, and the devil world doesn't care, everything is fucking messed up.

(End of this chapter)