People are in Xianwu, there are small games

Chapter 379 The True Appearance of the Martial Saint
The cool autumn wind blows through Sanxiang Town, bringing with it the sounds of people and the aroma of cooking smoke.

Following the autumn wind and entering Sanxiang Town, you can see that there are many pedestrians and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

Towering buildings are lined up in rows, and every street and alley is guarded by formations. Warriors wearing the uniforms of the Sanxiang Gang are constantly coming and going with the Immortal Family. Second-grade ghost martial arts can be seen everywhere, and it is common to return to the void and combine.

It has developed to this point. This small town, which is closest to the entrance of Liang Kingdom's Underground Ghost Country, can no longer be called a town, but should be called a city.

There are even rumors that under the order of Gang Leader Lu, the headquarters of the Sanxiang Gang is about to be relocated, and the chosen address is this place.

In the center of the town, the newly built Sanxiang Gang's chief helm stands here, majestic and luxurious.

The deputy gang leader Zhang Haibian guards this place all year round, like a needle that fixes the sea.

Today, Zhang Hai, the Dinghai Shenzhen, prepared wine and food, and summoned the piano master and dancer to entertain the distinguished guests.

The distinguished guest is nearly middle-aged, handsome and handsome, but his eyes occasionally seem to be in a trance, as if he is not very focused.

It is Juedian Jianjue and Ping Ge.

The two of them drank together, and the music played by the violinist was soothing and elegant, just like the atmosphere between them.

——After all, it was just an ordinary visit, and no serious topics were exchanged.

But as we chatted, we inevitably talked about the current situation in the main world.

"Yang Zhi came to Juebian again some time ago... looking for the Martial Saint, trying to get us Juebian to join us."

"I guess the pressure from the White Wind Realm is indeed too great. Even if Yang Zhitian is lucky, he still won't be able to bear it."

Ping Ge said this with a dazed look, but Zhang Hai just smiled when he heard this, not wanting to make any comments about it.

Not to participate in the battle, but to guard the northwest region. This was an order given by Lu Ming personally, and Zhang Hai would strictly implement it.

Perhaps because he saw Zhang Hai's attitude, Ping Ge sighed slightly and could not say anything else.

Just a change of subject.

"By the way, I haven't seen Lu Ming for a long time. What is this kid doing now?"

As an elder, Ping Ge had been kind to Lu Ming in the past. Even though there was a difference in strength now, calling Lu Ming "this boy" did not go against the rules, but seemed cordial.

Zhang Hai smiled lightly and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a sound transmission in his ears.

Listening carefully, Zhang Hai nodded quickly, put down the tea cup again, and smiled at Ping Ge.

"The gang leader wants to invite Lord Pingge to have a talk outside the town."

Ping Ge laughed loudly and stood up immediately: "It seems that this time, a certain family came at the right time."

……

Fei escaped out of the town and came to the underground entrance.

When they were far away, they saw Lu Ming standing in front of the entrance, seeming to be thinking about something.

The light fell from the sky and landed next to Lu Ming, interrupting Lu Ming's thinking. He raised his head and looked at Ping Ge. Lu Ming smiled: "It just so happened that Mr. Ping Ge is here too. I was about to find you."

Just as Ping Ge was about to ask Lu Ming what he wanted from me, he heard Lu Ming change the subject.

"But before that, I still need to deal with some trivial matters, please wait for me for a moment."

Pingge's question was stuck in his stomach.

Lu Ming clapped his hands gently again, and then, a faint light glowed from the underground entrance behind him.

The light became more intense, spinning continuously, and finally turned into a black vortex.

In the whirlpool, there seemed to be a wind that did not belong to this world blowing, causing Ping Ge's body to tremble and his skin to feel a tingling sensation.

Hearing Lu Ming speak again, he said to Zhang Haida.

"I thought about it before. Since our Sanxiang Gang is also a member of the main world, we can't just ignore the invasion of the White Wind Realm."

"From now on, our Sanxiang Gang officially enters the scene to resist the invasion of the White Wind Realm. The following matters will be handled by you, Brother Zhang."

Zhang Hai nodded slightly and accepted the task.

Ping Ge frowned and said hesitantly: "Isn't this inappropriate..."

"Although the Sanxiang Gang is very strong, and Zhang Hai's strength is indeed not weak at the moment, there is a steady stream of immortals descending from the White Wind Realm."

"If Lu Mingqian takes action personally, I won't have any doubts, but if all the burden is placed on Zhang Hai, I'm afraid..."

His words were full of distrust towards Zhang Hai.

He really didn't trust Zhang Hai's ability.

Zhang Hai's lack of strength is one, and his reputation is not high, two.

As he spoke, he looked at Lu Ming, with the intention of letting Lu Ming personally take charge of the overall situation.

Right……

The White Wind Realm is far stronger than the main world, and this kind of crisis cannot be resolved by one sect alone.

The only solution for now is for all forces to work together to save this world from water and fire.

However, before Lu Ming could speak, the black vortex behind him changed first.

It was this change that made Pingge take back all his distrust.

Instead, there was deep confusion and confusion.

……

The first thing that appeared in the eyes of Ping Ge and Zhang Hai was a pair of golden cloud-walking boots.

The golden boots seemed to be made of metal, with rich fairy power rippling on them.

As the golden boots stepped out, the figure of a middle-aged man came into view.

His golden robe is also made of metal, and he has star-eyed sword eyebrows and is carrying a long sword.

Seeing Lu Ming, the man raised his hands in greeting with a respectful expression.

"Jian Ye, the king of Tiannan Realm, brings with him forty-seven immortal kings and one thousand and eighty true immortals. The Mahayana has no calculations and will share the worries of the gang leader."

Lu Ming nodded slightly and looked normal, but Zhang Hai behind him frowned, and Ping Ge opened his mouth wide.

Zhang Hai had long suspected that Lu Ming was cultivating the correct martial arts path. He had an inner world, and there were also people in the inner world.

But Zhang Hai thought that Lu Ming's inner world was just ordinary, and that Li Tong, who was in the Mahayana or True Immortal Realm, was already Lu Ming's figurehead.

But looking at it now...

With forty-seven immortals, there are one thousand and eighty true immortals, and the Mahayana has no calculation...

Is it what people say?
Zhang Hai was like this, and Ping Ge couldn't even say a word.

Just watching more and more monks coming out of the black vortex, more and more...

Hundreds, then thousands…

The warrior told Ping Ge intuitively that if you pick any one of these people, they are at least equal to him, and even nearly half of them are stronger than him!

Because even if there is a world blockade and suppression, the true immortal uses immortal power. Even though the output power is not much different, the battery life and means are indeed incomparable.

It wasn't until Wang Jianye brought the Aracenia monk to the side that Ping Ge took a breath.

Turning to look at Lu Ming, he saw that Lu Ming had a normal expression, as if Wang Jianye and others were just insignificant.

He didn't wait for Ping Ge to ask.

Another figure emerged from the whirlpool.

Dressed in green, with an excellent appearance, he held a sapling swaying in the wind in his arms.

Seeing Lu Ming, this man sent a blessing and spoke softly like an oriole singing.

"Qinghuo Realm, Qingmu Sacred Sect, respects the laws and decrees of the Realm Lord and shares the worries of the Realm Lord."

As the saint appeared, eight other young figures walked out of the whirlpool.

"Aoki Bazi, I have met the Realm Master."

A uniform voice sounded, and the young people looked at Lu Ming with reverence and worship.

Lu Ming smiled gently.

The Qingmu Bazi were the eight geniuses who appeared after devouring Ye Xunhua and upgrading the Qinghuo Realm.

These eight people were born with their own visions, and their talents are outstanding!

Considering that the speed of time in the inner world is different from Lu Ming's body perception, all the eight Aoki sons have become immortal kings at present, but I don't know who among them or the Aoki Saint will become the first immortal king in the green fire world.

Nine people headed by Saint Aoki stood on the other side.

As the dark wind howled, a young figure walked out of the whirlpool, alone.

He has a square face with Chinese characters, and he looks upright. The spiritual energy fluctuations of the late Mahayana are escaping from his body, but his eyes are a little ignorant of the world, and everything he looks at is strange and ignorant.

Seeing the young man, Lu Ming smiled even brighter.

"Xunhua, come to me."

When he saw Lu Ming, the young man's eyes lit up, and he immediately hurried to Lu Ming's side, respectfully called "Uncle Lu", and then looked around curiously.

The boy's surname is Zhang and his given name is Xunhua. He is the son of Zhang Feiyan and the reincarnation of Ye Xunhua.

Lu Ming occasionally went to see this kid, but he didn't reveal that he was the master of the Yin and Yang Realm, so he looked familiar but didn't look unfamiliar.

After Zhang Xunhua stood still, the vortex began to glow with light again.

More monks came out of it in a steady stream.

"The Prime Minister of the Dragon Palace of the Glory Realm, accompanied by thirteen immortal kings and sixty true immortals..."

"The White Birch of the Hanyu Realm brings seven Immortal Lords and eighteen True Immortals..."

More and more people.

Pingge's mouth opened wider and wider.

It wasn't until tens of thousands of monks crowded into this small space that Lu Ming waved his hand.

So everyone dispersed to escape the light but did not stay far away. They only heard Lu Ming's voice.

"I don't want to talk about the mission any more when you leave the border this time."

Signaling Zhang Hai to come to him, Lu Ming pointed at Zhang Hai and said.

"In this world, everyone obeys this person's orders. Wang Jianye is his deputy. Well, that's it."

After speaking, he looked at Zhang Hai who was confused and Lu Ming smiled.

"With these helpers, there will probably be no trouble in the White Wind World, right?"

Zhang Hai couldn't help but take a deep breath, and nodded heavily while suppressing the excitement in his heart.

"In this way, you will definitely live up to the gang leader's trust!"

He looked solemn and couldn't wait to show off his skills, but Lu Ming smiled and patted Zhang Hai on the shoulder.

"If we don't have enough people, you can tell me...I can provide reinforcements of this size ten times or a hundred times more."

Zhang Hai was stunned for a moment, and his voice was in a mess.

Lu Ming had no intention of verifying it.

Fifty-two true apertures and six galaxy apertures can extract millions of Mahayana!
Even though the high-end power is insufficient, there is still only Wang Jianye as the Immortal King, but it is not easy to use the Immortal King of the main world when he comes, Mahayana is enough...

However, there is no need to elaborate on these words with Zhang Hai.

Just say it again softly.

"Go do something."

Zhang Hai nodded heavily, followed the order and left.

The people of the community set up their escape lights and followed closely behind Zhang Hai.

The colorful escaping light was like a long river, heading towards Sanxiang Town in a mighty manner. Another magical power broke out, and a huge city rose from the ground. In just a short moment, three fairy cities became three talents, standing near Sanxiang Town.

Not only can monks fight and kill, they are also good at infrastructure construction.

Lu Ming no longer paid attention to these mundane things. He just looked sideways at Ping Ge, who was stunned, and said with a smile.

"In short, the White Wind Realm has never been a problem."

"Compared to this, my purpose of finding Master Pingge this time is more important."

Ping Ge said "Ah" and came to his senses in a daze, somewhat confused by the meaning of Lu Ming's words.

Just listen to Lu Ming's words.

"Where is the Martial Saint?"

"I have something and I want to talk to him candidly."

……

Ping Ge didn't understand what Lu Ming wanted to talk to Wu Sheng.

Even now, he was still shocked by the power and foundation Lu Ming had brought out.

It wasn't until Lu Ming repeated his request that Ping Ge came back to his senses. "Martial Saint...ah, yes, Martial Saint."

"He has been at the headquarters and has not been out on business recently."

Lu Ming smiled and nodded: "Then please ask Master Ping Ge to lead the way."

With that said, he took the lead in transforming into a sword light and flew towards Juebian's new headquarters. Ping Ge hurriedly followed behind.

Halfway through the journey, two other escaping lights came from the front, transforming into the figures of Wang Jianye and Saint Aoki.

Wang Jianye is a bodyguard. Although Lu Ming is traveling alone and is not afraid of death, it is always more convenient to have Wang Jianye, the Immortal King, by his side.

And Saint Aoki... no, it should be the little tree in Saint Aoki's arms.

The wind blew through the small trees and swayed, and Lu Ming also smiled.

"I promised you to take you to Qingluan Immortal Lord before, but I kept you waiting for a long time."

"And now, we are about to officially start."

The little tree waved its branches and seemed very happy, while Ping Ge was shocked again.

It is even more difficult to understand what the relationship between finding Martial Saint and finding Qingluan Immortal Lord is.

……

The Juebian headquarters has always been located in a portable cave.

Even after getting rid of the great enemy of Qingluan Immortal Sect and cultivating the giant crocodile Lu Ming, this tradition has not changed.

The Juebian headquarters is currently hidden in a small city in the northwest region of Wu Kingdom.

Today, as four rays of light flew in, the door to the Juebian Cave opened.

The cave has lush vegetation and beautiful scenery.

But it was no different from what Lu Ming had seen before.

There are not many Juebian members in Dongtian, and most of them go out to do business, or join the White Wind Resistance Army, or maintain the defense line in the northwest region, or help the Sanxiang Gang.

Arriving all the way to a small city in Dongtian, Pingge took Lu Ming to the tallest building in the city and pointed forward.

"Martial Saint is inside."

There was no need for Ping Ge to say anything, Lu Ming had already noticed the aura belonging to the Martial Saint spreading inside.

But it's not the main body... but the clone.

Obviously, he didn't want to see Lu Ming in person.

When the wind blows, the door opens automatically, as if to welcome guests.

This scene made Lu Ming smile slightly and stepped into it, but he sent a message to Ping Ge to signal him not to follow.

Ping Ge hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Although there are many doubts in my heart, I also know that not getting to the root of some doubts is the best choice.

……

Lu Ming led Wang Jianye and Saint Qingmu into the building.

In the garden, several people saw the figure of Wu Sheng.

He was sitting in the pavilion with a pot of boiling hot tea beside him.

Seeing Lu Ming, he looked back, and the long-lasting fog on his face gradually faded, finally revealing his true appearance.

He has a middle-aged but handsome face.

Not ordinary, but not extraordinary either.

Lu Ming had never seen this face before... However, suddenly, Xiaoshu in the arms of Saint Qingmu suddenly exclaimed.

"Immortal Lord!?"

"Is it you, Immortal Lord!?"

The surprise quickly turned into confusion.

"That's not right. Although they look similar, their temperaments are completely different. They don't look like the Immortal Lord himself... Could he be the Immortal Lord's child?"

The little tree mumbled a lot, but also pointed out many things.

Lu Ming was a little stunned, but he still stepped forward and sat down in front of Martial Saint. He stared at the face that Xiaoshu said was very similar to Qingluan Immortal Lord, and soon sighed.

"A clone? Or a descendant?"

Wu Sheng shook his head.

"neither……"

"It's just a streak of obsession."

Lu Ming opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to evaluate it.

On the other hand, Wu Sheng smiled slightly, poured tea for Lu Ming, and spoke slowly.

"The Immortal Lord is so powerful that it's unbelievable."

"And for some of the most powerful people among the Immortal Masters, their obsessions will not dissipate even if they die. Instead, they will transform into some inexplicable things... either people, objects, wonders of the universe, or... Something else.”

This is just like what Wu Zong experienced.

The obsession of the strongest can indeed create miracles sometimes.

But the revelation of Wu Sheng's identity brought more doubts to Lu Ming.

"Then can I understand that the real Qingluan Immortal is dead?"

This question made Wu Sheng silent for a long time.

He quickly shook his head: "I don't know."

"I only know my mission after I was born."

"What mission?" Lu Ming asked, and then heard Wu Sheng speak leisurely.

"I do not want to tell you……"

Lu Ming frowned and was quickly relieved.

He was talking to himself, but he clearly told the reason why Wu Sheng didn't want to talk to him in detail: "Because you can't understand whose handiwork this variable of mine is."

Wu Sheng nodded.

"Yes."

"Variables, and whose handiwork."

"Since you can guess the reason why I avoid you, I think you should talk about your problems first."

As he said this, he leaned forward and stared at Lu Ming unblinkingly with his flashing blue eyes.

"who are you!?"

"There should not be variables like you in this world!"

However, Lu Ming also didn't want to answer this question.

The Martial Saint didn't know Lu Ming, so how could Lu Ming know the Martial Saint?

The two don't understand each other's purpose or even origin, so how can they know everything from the bottom of their hearts and say everything?
The dark forest stood between the two of them, making communication difficult and the atmosphere becoming more solemn.

Until Lu Ming spoke again, he named a person who seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"Han Yue is going to die..."

"Without me, she would have died at the hands of the sun."

The Martial Saint's hand trembled, and it was hard to detect, but it was clearly captured by Lu Ming.

……

Qingluan Immortal World, at this moment.

The cold moonlight shot forward like a swimming fish, and the overwhelming sun behind it chased after him with its light and heat.

Han Yue's frightened face was faintly visible in the moonlight. She made a simple calculation, but her heart became more and more desperate.

She might not be able to reach the Flowing Light Valley, and the blazing sun would catch up and obliterate her.

……

At the same time, inside Juebian Cave.

Seeing Wu Sheng's hand quickly becoming steady, Lu Ming smiled in his heart before speaking again.

"I have never met Qingluan Immortal Lord, but from many channels, I can vaguely understand the nature of Immortal Lord."

After speaking, he looked at the small tree aside.

"The Immortal Lord should be a very good person."

Xiaoshu nodded hurriedly: "The Immortal is the best Immortal!"

The past events are still fresh in Xiaoshu’s memory.

The Immortal Lord it recognized was gentle, kind, and talented. No matter from any angle, there was no problem with the Immortal Lord's character and strength.

He is absolutely a pure good guy.

"I actually believe Xiaoshu's words, and I also think Xianzun is a good person."

"Because only such a good person can raise a daughter who is still a little ignorant of the world, even if she is hundreds of thousands of years old."

Han Yue is not very capable, and her cultivation in the Immortal King realm relies half on her talent and half on her father's resources.

It can be said that Qingluan Xianzun is incompetent in teaching his daughter and does not know how to cultivate talents.

But you can also think about it from another angle - Hanyue is well protected.

She is very gentle and simple, and her lack of ability can be seen as not having so many bad intentions, and her thoughts are relatively simple and straightforward.

Under the protection of her father, she grew up in a place full of love, and she would not face many conspiracies, so naturally she could not handle things.

——And this is the two sides of the matter.

You can't expect a person who has never experienced failure and the dangers of the world to have an iron will and skills.

You can't expect a good girl who has been well protected since childhood to show the domineering and quality of a queen in front of foreign enemies like Lieyang Five Elements.

"So I guess that the Immortal Lord loves Han Yue very much, and he wants to protect his daughter for the rest of his life, but because of a certain incident, the Immortal Lord himself has problems."

"Even if the Immortal Lord tries his best to save her, Han Yue will still inevitably fall into a killing situation and fall into death."

After speaking, Lu Ming looked at Wu Sheng's face.

Then he found that Wu Sheng had closed his eyes, not wanting to show the emotion in his eyes to Lu Ming.

Lu Ming said again.

"Actually, there are obvious contradictions and errors in the arrangement of Han Yue, which is quite fatal."

"He arranged an escape route for Han Yue - the identity of the Gardener of the Lightless Star Territory, and the escape route of the Lord of the Eight Desolations."

"It stands to reason that this retreat is actually quite easy to use. With the mystery of the Immortal Lord's reincarnation blocking the way, not many people will pay attention to an incompetent Immortal Lord's daughter who is protected by a super-class. Moreover, he also arranged for Han Yue. A protector."

"That is Yang Zhi who has been growing up under our eyes."

"But the problem is that in this arrangement, the Immortal Master did not take into account the possibility of accidents. It is more like an arrangement made out of panic and desperation. It is a bit too rough."

"Right now, the path of the Lord of the Eight Desolations is impassable. Han Yue retreats to the Han Yue Immortal Palace, seemingly protected by the Aoki Transformation Formation."

"However, Lin Musheng popped out out of nowhere and just destroyed the Aoki Transformation Formation..."

Speaking of this, Lu Ming shook his head.

"This is obviously impossible."

Lu Ming knew how strong Qingluan was.

Wang Fo has not yet arrived, which means that he cannot overcome the world blockade set by Qingluan.

This also means that Qingluan at his peak was stronger than Wang Fo now!
He must be at the pinnacle of the Immortal Master.

The immortal-level formation he left for his daughter was broken by an immortal king...

Is it reasonable?
unreasonable!
"But if you think about it from another angle, this matter actually has a certain rationality."

Lu Ming guessed softly while knocking on the coffee table.

"The Qingmu Transformation Formation was left by Qingluan Immortal."

"But that Lin Musheng was also arranged by Immortal Qingluan."

After speaking, he looked at Wu Sheng and asked the most critical question.

"Is he still the same Qingluan Immortal before he disappeared?"

(End of this chapter)