Hang up from apprentice Li Mochou

Lu Nianchou had no intention of getting entangled with the Mongolian soldiers and said, "If you want to survive, leave quickly."

He also knew that it was impossible for these Mongolians to retreat just by his words, so after he finished speaking, his figure disappeared in a flash.

The Mongolian cavalry was stunned for a moment, and looked around again, but could still see the other party's shadow.

Lu Nianchou did not leave. He quietly watched everything that happened not far away.

After three thousand Mongolian cavalry broke into the black mist, they never came out again.

The flesh and blood on their bodies rotted, their eye sockets burned with will-o'-the-wisps, and the horses they sat on turned into skeletons, roaring like beasts from time to time.

The flesh and blood of three thousand Mongolian cavalry made the area shrouded in black mist wider, and these skeleton cavalry guarded the huge stone monument like guards.

"If this continues, sooner or later, the entire world will become a paradise for the undead."

Lu Nianchou murmured, but he had no intention or intention of becoming a savior and saving the world.

"What does it have to do with me!"

He has begun to practice the Golden Cauldron Technique, and has once again entered the realm of heaven and man. The two magical powers complement each other, and his overall strength is growing every day under the influence of the on-hook system.

"In a few years, I will be able to use my two magical powers to shatter the void, become feathers and ascend. What does this world have to do with the floods in the sky?"

Li Mochou is dead, Nian Ci is dead, uncles and aunts are dead...

Cheng Ying, Lu Wushuang and Mingyue, he had tried various methods over the years, but he had never found any trace of them, and they might have died in this troubled world.

Without those people who care about him, where the world will go in the future has nothing to do with him.

Lu Nianchou ignored the strange changes that had taken place in the Qinling Mountains. He walked north and south with one last hope in mind, looking for his wife and daughter.

At the same time, all his thoughts were placed on the two magical powers of the Golden Cauldron and the Red Dragon. He gradually followed the footsteps of his predecessors and began to explore the mysteries of the void.

"The foundation of the realm of heaven and man lies in supernatural power. Divine power is the foundation for martial arts practitioners to understand the mysteries between heaven and earth and mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth with spiritual power."

"With magical powers, just a thought can instantly activate the vitality of heaven and earth, erupting with power beyond what ordinary people can imagine."

As his cultivation continued to improve, Lu Nianchou's understanding of the mysteries of magical powers became more and more profound.

Even if there is no so-called foundation of heaven and man, no so-called magical power, as long as the cultivation level is sufficient, you can still stir up the world with a single thought.

However, this approach not only places extremely high demands on and consumes one's own mind and will, but is also difficult to last. It requires a long time to prepare before each launch.

The natal magical power makes all this extremely simple. With just a thought, you can use the power of magical power to move the vitality of the world.

What one needs to do in the realm of heaven and man is to constantly understand the wonderful principles between heaven and earth, and constantly polish his natal magical powers to make them more mysterious and unpredictable.

Originally, each monk could only possess one natal magical power, but Lu Nianchou had two major magical powers, thus embarking on an unprecedented path.

He often turns the fairy sword into a fire dragon and travels throughout the Central Plains. With his current level of cultivation, Cheng Ying and her son can be detected as long as they appear within a hundred miles of him.

Another three years have passed, and Lu Nianchou still has not found his wife and daughter. He has completely given up his last hope.

Start exploring the world beyond Middle-earth.

On an island not far from the Central Plains, he beheaded eight giant snakes and used their bones to make an eight-edged white jade whip.

This kind of treasure that is based on the divine channel that exists in the realm of heaven and human beings, although it cannot continue to grow like the natal magical power, it can still allow one to use the power of the treasure to display another magical power.

This kind of treasure is called a divine weapon in Taoism, which means a treasure that contains magical powers.

Through such treasure refining, Lu Nianchou also gained a new understanding of magical powers and the treasures left behind by the Taoist sect.

"Could it be that the Divine Whip was made into a treasure after the death of a very terrifying existence in ancient times?"

Such a thought flashed through his mind, and then he remembered the power contained in the whip, and he couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

Compared with the ancient artifact, the magic whip, the eight-edged white jade whip in his hand can shoot out wind, rain, thunder, lightning, rain, fog, and ice poison with a single wave, but it does not have the power to shake the world like the ancient artifact.

It took him three years to refine this eight-edged white jade whip, during which he benefited a lot from his magical powers and the essence of refining treasures.

After everything was over, Lu Nianchou did not stop his journey and continued to embark on a journey to visit other continents.

Over the next more than a year, he successively killed three hellhounds, seraphs, and a terrifying strong man who was good at using hammers.

He possesses the two great powers of the Red Dragon and the Golden Cauldron, especially the Red Dragon Power, which he has perfected over the years, although his methods of cheating on powerful men are strange and unpredictable, and he also has artifacts left over from ancient times.

Lu Nianchou still relied on his two magical powers to kill all the enemies he encountered one by one.

In addition to the eight-edged white jade whip, the corpses of three-headed hell dogs were used to make the Three Treasure Fire Ruyi, which can not only release three different flames, but also transform into three-headed hell dogs.

As for the six-winged archangel he met, he felt danger. After he was killed, he turned into a ray of holy light and disappeared directly into the western sky.

He chased him all the way, but was almost nailed to death by a black spear in the void. If it hadn't been for the magical power of the golden cauldron to protect his body, someone else would have died on the spot.

There is no doubt about the power that the six-winged archangel belongs to. It turned out to be like the Middle Earth Dao Sect, possessing artifacts left over from ancient times.

He no longer takes risks, the Red Dragon Magical Power has been perfected, and the Golden Cauldron Technique is not far from perfection. He has the Fire Dragon Sword, the Eight-edged White Jade Whip, and the Three Treasures Fire Ruyi by his side. Whether it is cultivation or means, he has already stood at the top of the world.

At this time, Lu Nianchou finally made up his mind to return to China.

"It's time to go again to that cave that stole my twelve years of time."

He had wanted to return to that cave a long time ago, explore its mysteries, and find out whether the world he was in now was real or an illusion.

He still refused to believe that Li Mochou died like this, and all his relatives around him left him.

However, the whereabouts of Cheng Ying and Mingyue remained unknown. He was afraid that after he entered the cave, many years would pass in a blink of an eye, causing the exiled mother and daughter to suffer even more pain and torture.

But for so many years, he has never found the whereabouts of his wife and daughter. Now that everything is ready, he has no reason to delay any longer.

However, when he returned to Middle-earth, he discovered that the entire Northland had been completely shrouded in black mist, and countless Mongolian armies had become undead, patrolling the land here.

The originally tall Qinling Mountains became more and more visible to the sky and the earth, and Wang Chongyang sat on the throne of the Chang'an City Palace, holding the magic whip, looking down at the world like a king.

If these alone were not enough to make Lu Nianchou moved, what made him feel horrified was that the entire Zhongnan Mountain was completely shrouded in black mist.

"Master's body..."

In fact, he would return to Zhongnan Mountain every period of time to mourn Li Mochou. But it wasn't long since he left last time, but the black mist expanded much faster than before.

Lu Nianchou didn't dare to delay at all and hurried towards the ancient tomb.

However, when he arrived outside the ancient tomb, he saw a tall and burly young man at a glance.

Lu Nianchou was completely stunned. The moment he approached the young man, he felt an extremely familiar aura, which came from the bond of blood.

"Who are you?" Lu Nianchou suddenly said, startling the tall and tall young man.

He turned around and found that at some point, a man with a sword on his waist had appeared in front of him, looking at him with a complicated and unreadable look.

Although it was the first time they met, he somehow felt a fondness for the man in front of him and said subconsciously: "My name is Zhang Junbao. Something strange is happening in this mountain. Can I go in and hide?"

"Zhang Junbao?" Lu Nianchou was stunned when he heard the name, and then came back to his senses. The look on his face looked like a smile but not a smile, like crying but not crying.

"You're not dead, you're not dead?!"

"Hahaha!"

He couldn't help laughing loudly, but he smiled and thought of Li Mochou again, and couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes.

"My son is not dead, Nianci is not dead?"

"Hahaha, Master, did you see it? Our son is not dead."

Although I don’t know what Nianci went through back then and why he changed his name and became Zhang Junbao.

But the induction of his blood will not deceive him. This is his biological son, Lu Nianci back then.

It's just that he didn't know what the opportunity was, and his body was shrouded in a faint green light. As long as he was very close to him, he could sense the blood connection between them.

"No wonder I haven't found you all these years. Come here and let me take a look!"

Lu Nianchou cried and laughed. The tears on his face were not dry, so he forced a stiff smile and said to Zhang Junbao.

However, his crazy look made Zhang Junbao on the side a little wary, and he quietly stepped back, "If it's inconvenient, I'll leave right now."

Seeing the wary look on his face, Lu Nianchou's initial excitement and ecstasy gradually calmed down.

It will undoubtedly be very difficult to make Zhang Junbao believe that they are biological father and son when they meet for the first time.

"No matter what, as long as you are alive!"

He took a deep breath and calmed down his mood. No matter what his son had experienced in the past, as long as he was still alive, there would always be a day when father and son would recognize each other.

Seeing that Zhang Junbao was about to run away, Lu Nianchou suddenly smiled and said, "Didn't anyone tell you that running away in front of Master Huolong is impossible?"

Zhang Junbao was slightly stunned when he heard this. Before he could recover, he heard the thunderous dragon roar, followed by a fire dragon soaring down from the sky.

He was startled, and subconsciously gritted his teeth tightly in a defensive posture.

A strong wind blew by, and all the illusions disappeared, as if they had never happened.

Lu Nianchou secretly nodded. His son was indeed extraordinary. It was impossible for ordinary people in the martial arts world to see the fire dragon condensed by the vitality of heaven and earth.

But Zhang Junbao seemed to have another chance. Not only did he have a solid foundation in martial arts, but his eyes could see things that many people in the world could not see.

"Not bad, not bad, boy, you passed my test."

"Let me ask you, are you willing to become my teacher?"

Zhang Junbao heard Lu Nianchou's words before he could recover from the fire dragon vision he had just seen.

He didn't feel excited or happy at the first moment. Instead, he was extremely vigilant and suspected that the other party had ulterior motives.

Over the years, he has been alone outside and has experienced too many things. If he was not vigilant, he would have died countless times.

This time while walking in the mountains, Zhang Junbao suddenly encountered a cloud of black mist. He felt a terrible crisis again, so he relied on instinct to escape in the direction of life.

This feeling is extremely mysterious and has saved his life countless times over the years.

"What? Are you afraid that I have ulterior motives for you?" Lu Nianchou looked at his eyes and knew what the child was thinking, and couldn't help laughing.

"If I want to kill you, I don't even need to draw my sword. I can smash you to pieces with just one finger."

As he spoke, a burst of energy shot out from his hand, instantly shattering a large rock next to him.

"That's all, I, the Fire Dragon Master, accept disciples and will never allow others to refuse."

"Whether you agree or disagree, you will be my founding disciple from now on."

Lu Nianchou waved his sleeves, and regardless of what Zhang Junbao in front of him thought, he grabbed his shoulders and strode towards the ancient tomb.

"Zhang Junbao? Zhang Sanfeng?"

As he walked, many thoughts came to his mind, although he was not sure whether his son was the supreme grandmaster who founded the Wudang lineage.

But the many coincidences also made him wary.

You must know that in historical legends, the supreme master worshiped Master Huolong as his teacher and became the inheritor of the Wenshi lineage of Taoism.

His arrival in this world was originally an accident, but he unintentionally followed the same trajectory as history. How could such a situation not make people tremble?

"No matter whether he will become the supreme master who founded the sect in the future, he is still my son."

Lu Nianchou made up his mind to teach others everything he had learned in his life.

"Nianci didn't have the opportunity to block my detection and induction. Will Jingshu and Mingyue do the same?"

"Maybe they're still alive too?"

When he thought of this possibility, Lu Nianchou suddenly became extremely excited.

"Going to that nameless cave will have to be postponed for a while longer..."

(End of this chapter)