Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 119 The target of public criticism 【Subscription】

There is a row of big green pines in front of the Kangwang Mansion.

Yan Yi and Yan Er were squatting in the green pine bushes a hundred meters away from the entrance of the palace, their aura was subdued, and even Lu Jianqiu, a monk of the ninth level of Yuanying, hadn't noticed it when he left the palace.

Watching Lu Jianqiu pass overhead, Yan Yi and Yan Er looked at each other without moving rashly.

The Supreme Master just let them watch every move of the palace, and didn't let them intercept and kill anyone.

The next day, it was just dawn.

Lu Jianqiu finally returned to the palace, and not long after, he took the white fox, the empress concubine De and His Royal Highness King Kang of the Dafeng Kingdom into the air and left.

Yan Yi and Yan Er Yufeng followed.

Lv Jianqiu and his entourage came to the military tent of the Wangfu in the south of Yuzhou Prefecture.

In Dafeng country, the prince can have private troops ranging from [-] to [-] in his own territory.

Kang Wang Fengxuan's territory includes 21 counties in two prefectures including Yuzhou Prefecture, with a population of more than 4000 million under its jurisdiction.

According to the law of the wind, the prince's territory with a population of 3000 million can have [-] private troops.

Kang Wang Fengxuan has a population of more than 4000 million, which naturally meets the conditions and can raise [-] private troops.

These [-] private troops were all selected and trained by Lu Jianqiu. They were all elite soldiers who had survived after being dragged to the famous mountains and rivers where demons gather.

With the accumulation of massive resources, every soldier has the first level of Qi training or even the second level of Qi training. The centurion commanders are all foundation-building monks, the thousand commanders are Jindan monks, and the three ten thousand commanders are Lu Jianqiu's personal heirs. The disciples are all Nascent Soul monks in the middle three realms.

Looking at the Dafeng Kingdom, no prince's private army can match this King Kang's private army.

"Master!"

Three young men in armor came out, two men and one woman.

"The first army and the second army will follow me on the ferry, and the third army will stay behind."

"Yes!"

A mid-grade ferry is moored behind the military tent. The main body of the ferry is a huge mountain shaking turtle with a length of [-] feet.

Nascent Soul True Monarchs of the Upper Three Realms like Lu Jianqiu more or less have one or two middle-grade or even upper-grade ferries in their hands. For those who do not have a ferry, it is not easy to make friends when they go out.

After the [-] private troops lined up and boarded the ferry, Lu Jianqiu brought Baihu, Concubine De, and King Kang onto the boat.

"Guilao, let's go, fly directly to the capital."

"Master, do you need to activate the ferry defense formation?"

"open."

Although there are rectifications every year, other prince spies in Kang Wang's mansion still emerge in endlessly, which cannot be eliminated.

The news that he came back with Haoran Wenhu this time must have been known to the other princes of Dafeng Kingdom.

These princely forces will definitely prevent him from bringing Haoran White Fox into the capital, so he is already ready for the encounter.

Everyone in the world knows that Lu Jianqiu, the head of the Department of Cultural Affairs of the Dafeng Kingdom, is a monk at the sixth level of the Nascent Soul.

But in fact, he has been consummated at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul for many years.

In terms of cultivation and killing power, one-on-one, only his cousin in the Dafeng Kingdom, and the master of the Dafeng Kingdom who has become a god-turning celestial being can stabilize him.

He ignored the rest of the monks.

After all, Dafeng is only a small country, and there is only one national teacher in Huashen Tianren.

The reason why he led [-] private troops this time was because he was worried that other princes would join forces to deal with him, otherwise he would not need to bring so many soldiers, and he could wipe out the group of enemies by himself.

The ferry lifted off, gradually increasing its speed, and headed straight for Dafeng Capital.

Yan Yi and Yan Er followed, biting tightly and sending news to Yan Ping at the same time.

"My lord, Lu Jianqiu and his party have already boarded the ferry, and there are [-] princes' private troops accompanying them."

Yan Ping suddenly opened his eyes, and swallowed Cailin who was still asleep in one gulp.

He checked out and left Yuelai Inn, and after leaving Fucheng, relying on the induction with the Taoist soldiers, Yufeng chased him all the way.

Almost at the moment when Lu Jianqiu's ferry took off, the monks hidden in the surrounding mountains took out communication charms to spread the news of Lu Jianqiu's departure.

A strand of Prince's forces hidden in the dark were mobilized one after another, and today is destined to be a day of bleeding to the death.

Dahengfu, Maling Mountains.

On Mount Matou, monks sent by 31 princes of Dafeng Kingdom to attack Lu Jianqiu gathered together.

There are 31 Nascent Soul True Monarchs, 250 eight Golden Core True Monarchs, and [-] soldiers scattered among the mountains.

"Lv Jianqiu, an old dog, unexpectedly found a Haoran Wenhu. I don't know what kind of dog/shit luck he got."

"Lv Jianqiu is the cousin of the national teacher. He practices advanced qi-watching techniques. He has been traveling abroad all these years. He has a good fortune. I am not surprised to find Haoran Wenhu."

"Hmph, if I wasn't afraid that he is the cousin of the national teacher, I would have slaughtered this bastard in the morning!"

The gray-haired old Yuanying's eyes burst into flames. When the head of the Wen Yun Department retired, he was originally the head of the Wen Yun Department. The head of the department was snatched from him.

Cutting off a person's future, like killing one's parents, it is normal for this old Yuan Ying to hate Lu Jianqiu.

"Old Monster Li, after we break the barrier of the ferry together, I will give you a chance to single out Lu Jianqiu."

"I can't wish for it. Lu Jianqiu is only the True Monarch of the Three Realms Yuan Ying. I can kill him like a piece of cake."

The old Yuan Ying had a plan in his mind. When he became the True Lord Yuan Ying, Lu Jianqiu didn't know that he was in that woman's belly.

With his current cultivation at the peak of the eighth-level Nascent Soul, it only takes three moves at most to kill a perfect monk at the sixth-level Nascent Soul.

"The spies in front are here to report that Lu Jianqiu's mountain-shaking turtle ferry will pass over Matou Mountain in just one more stick of incense."

"The turtle breath array can be activated."

Buzz buzz buzz~~~~~~!

A series of thick spiritual lights shot up into the sky, forming a huge phantom of the old tortoise in the sky. The next moment, the phantom of the old tortoise flickered and printed into the mountains.

In the blink of an eye, the breath of all the monks completely disappeared.

In order to snipe Lu Jianqiu this time, the princes also spent a lot of money. The princes raised funds to buy a set of top-notch turtle breath formation from Ten Thousand Turtle Island, with the purpose of catching Lu Jianqiu by surprise.

After a stick of incense, the mountain shaking turtle appeared in the Maling Mountains with [-] soldiers on its back, gradually approaching Matou Mountain.

In the big formation of turtle's breath, 31 Yuanying Zhenjun and 250 eight Jindan real people looked up at the Shaking Mountain Turtle Ferry that was getting closer and closer.

Across the border, Lu Jianqiu couldn't see what was going on in Mount Matou, but the monks ambush in Mount Matou could clearly see the hairs in his nostrils.

"Go!"

Sword light, magic light, spiritual weapon light, all kinds of light shot up into the sky, and they all smashed towards the mountain-shaking turtle ferry.

Ripples appeared in the barrier of the ferry, and there was a wave of fluctuations. Under the joint attack of 31 Nascent Soul monks and 250 eight Jindan real people, the barrier actually held up.

"Fuck it, it's actually a god-like defense."

The old Yuan Ying couldn't help scolding his mother, and was full of envy and jealousy in addition to anger.

Damn it, it's amazing to have a cousin of the national teacher who is transformed into a god and a celestial being!

"What are you afraid of? Even if it is a defensive enchantment at the level of transforming gods and celestial beings, how long can it last under the attack of our 31 Nascent Souls and 250 eight Golden Cores?"

Of course it won't last long.

But how could Lu Jianqiu be the one who was beaten passively and didn't fight back.

He glanced at the mountains below, and directly sacrificed a big seal. The bronze-colored big seal full of mottled breath became bigger in the wind, and smashed on the turtle's breath big formation with a bang.

The tortoise's breath array tends to be hidden, and its defensive effect is average. The moment the big seal falls, it explodes directly.

"You guys really unite together."

The old Yuanying sacrificed the dharma image, which was a thousand feet high, with his fists crossed and clenched, he raised his head high, and punched hard on the barrier of the ferry, causing ripples.

"Lu Jianqiu, get off the ferry if you have the ability, and see if I don't beat all your shit out."

The old Yuanying cursed and used aggressive methods to seduce Lu Jianqiu.

"Old man Li, you are still the same, with a grumpy temper. It's a good thing you didn't sit at the head of the Department of Cultural Affairs. Otherwise, with your violent temper, the newcomers of the Department of Cultural Affairs will have to be scared away by you."

"Stop talking nonsense, come down and fight if you have the guts!"

Lu Jianqiu laughed, and also sacrificed a thousand-foot dharma. Compared with the old Yuanying's dharma, his dharma was a circle larger and more solid, even the height was nearly a hundred feet higher.

"You, your Dharma appearance, you are not only the sixth level of the Nascent Soul, but you..."

The old Yuanying suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and after Lu Jianqiu's dharma figure appeared, he punched the old Yuanying's dharma face directly. The old Yuanying's dharma figure was thrown back in a terrifying arc, and fell to the mountain below.

Lu Jianqiu's dharma figure descended from the sky, stepped on the old Yuanying's dharma phase, hugged his head with both hands, twisted the dharma phase's head hard, and twisted it off.

"Bang~", "Bang~", two fists smashed down one after another, and the smashed old Yuanying Dharma Form shattered into scattered aura.

The dharma image was destroyed, and the old Yuanying spewed out another mouthful of old blood, and wilted on the ground.

Lu Jianqiu Fa Xiang raised his hand and slapped it down, smashing the old Yuan Ying and the mountain into powder.

The rumbling sound was endless.

All this is slow to say, but in fact it is less than three breaths.

"The ninth level of the Nascent Soul is complete!"

Zhenjun Yuanying and Daoist Jindan who were present were all frightened.

"We were all deceived, Lu Jianqiu hid his cultivation! He is not a monk at the sixth level of the Nascent Soul, but a powerful monk who has already completed the ninth level of the Nascent Soul."

Terrified, frightened.

The Ninth Stage of Nascent Soul is perfect, enough to slowly kill them Nascent Soul, not to mention those Jindan Daoist.

"My lord, Lu Jianqiu was stopped by a group of people. He just killed a Nascent Soul True Monarch."

Yan Yi's voice sounded in his heart.

Yan Ping asked, "What's the specific situation?"

"Reporting to Your Highness, Lu Jianqiu's ferry was stopped, and 31 Nascent Soul True Monarchs came to the scene, one was killed by him, and there were thirty other True Monarchs."

"What cultivation level is this Lu Jianqiu?"

"The Nine Levels of Nascent Soul is complete."

Yan Ping said: "You two go up and help, break the barrier of the ferry!"

"Yes, my lord!"

When Lu Jianqiu was about to start a killing spree, two figures in white appeared out of thin air.

"who are you?"

Lu Jianqiu's heart skipped a beat, Jianxiu!

Yan Yi and Yan Er ignored Lu Jianqiu.

Pulling out the sword, he slashed downward, and two streams of sword energy, like a water curtain, fell directly towards the barrier of the ferry.

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