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

Chapter 163 Yan Chu, Red Boy
Ghostly, a dark ghost cloud floated from a distance.

The four ghost cultivator girls looked up and trembled.

"Do you know?"

"Ghost King Zhong Wuyan, our grandma's master."

The ninth-level ghost king is consummated.

"What powerful magic weapon does she have?"

"Zhong Wuyan has a top-grade spiritual weapon, the Soul Whip, which is designed to attack the soul. There is also a top-grade spiritual weapon, the ghost robe, which can double the speed of the wearer, and can summon three ninth-level ghost kings. The ghost cicada kills the enemy."

"Thank you."

As Yan Ping said, he raised his hand, opened and then tightened his five fingers, and yanked downward.

"Boom!"

Eighteen ghost generals screamed and were dragged down, their faces disgraced.Zhong Wuyan was also suddenly dragged off the ghost cloud, but she quickly broke free from Yan Ping's grasping power.

"In Xiayin Mountain, Zhong Wuyan, I don't know which king from Luoxia Mountain is in front of him."

Zhong Wuyan is a ghost as its name suggests.

She has a glamorous temperament, wearing a tight red dress, outlining a slender figure, a fairy appearance, coupled with a lofty queen posture, she is the kind of woman, a female ghost, who can arouse men's desire to conquer.

"Xu Baiyi, the new demon king under the demon king Luoxia."

Yan Ping walked out slowly.

"My lord in white, I am an old acquaintance with Lin Zongze, the ghost king of Luoxia Mountain. Can you let me go there?"

"It doesn't matter who you know. Since Yaojun allows me to set up a card here, whether I can pass it or not depends on my decision. You can pass if you want to. You know the rules."

Yan Ping folded his arms around his chest, looking extremely arrogant.

"Little devil, don't push yourself too hard. I, Zhong Wuyan, am also a respectable person. I have entered and exited Luoxia Mountain 66 times, and I have never been blackmailed."

"Really? Then I will reluctantly take your first place."

"You are going to force me to have a fight with you."

Zhong Wuyan's black hair danced without wind, and her icy face was covered with frost.

Yan Ping hooked his fingers, "Come on, I'm afraid of you! I didn't scare you too much, my lord."

"You brought it on yourself."

A long black whip appeared in Zhong Wuyan's hand, and with a bang, the whip fell off, as if it was about to tear the sky, and pulled his head towards Yan Ping.

Yan Ping smiled casually, wrapped his hands in awe-inspiring way, stretched out his hand to grab the long whip, and pulled it with all his strength.

Zhong Wuyan's complexion changed drastically, and a force that moved mountains and seas came from the whip. She had no time to react, and with a swish, her whole body fell into the soil like a green onion.

Head plunged into the ground, buttocks raised high.

"Ah~~~!"

When had she ever assumed such a shameful pose, holding her hands on the ground and just pulling out her head.

boom!He stomped down heavily with one foot, and stomped his head back again.

"Ah, I'm going to kill you."

The spiritual light on the ghost Zen robe flickered, and three black lights rushed out.

"Daughters, kill him for me!"

The black light turned into three figures in the air, and three seven or eight-year-old girls with Zen wings and different expressions were seen rushing towards Yan Ping with a cicada wing knife in their hands.

"Dare to bully mom, I will kill you."

"Your spirit is very powerful, I want to eat you."

"Woooooo, little brother, I don't want to kill, but my mother asked me to kill you, I can't refuse, I'm sorry."

snort!Yan Ping spewed out three bursts of awe-inspiring qi flames from his nose, and before they could be ejected, the three ghost zens at the peak of the ninth-level ghost king retracted their knives in fright, turned around, and fled into the ghost chan clothes.

Those who shout the loudest slogans are often the ones who are the fastest.

This law is really general enough.

Yan Ping calmed down, stepped on Zhong Wuyan's head and crushed it vigorously.

The ninth-level ghost king is a great power wherever he goes, but it's a pity that he met Yan Ping, a Confucian monk who specializes in overcoming evil cultivators and ghosts.

It can only be said that the defeat is not wronged.

Zhong Wuyan felt very humiliated. She has practiced for more than 2000 years. When did she have such a miserable experience?

It's a pity that no matter how Zhong Wuyan called, the three ghost cicadas just refused to come out.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, mother, I'm a cultivator of mutton fat jade, and Nini is afraid that the mighty qi will burn Nini to death."

"Mother, a Confucian monk is invincible."

"Old lady, if you can't beat him, he is born to restrain you. If you really can't, just give it to him the first time."

Suet Yu Wendan monk!
This is a fake demon king, Luoxia Yaojun is a full-fledged ancient monster clan, and there will never be any monster clan with Confucian monks under his command.

Zhong Wuyan felt cold, this Confucian monk who didn't know whether he was a human race or a demon race pretended to be a demon king here, and he didn't know what purpose he had. No matter what the purpose was, she was not something she could deal with.

Thinking of this, Zhong Wuyan shouted: "Your Majesty in White, please hold your feet high, I admit I've fallen."

"Do you understand the rules?"

"Understand, understand, I understand."

Yan Ping lifted his foot, Zhong Wuyan got up, and without caring about his disheveled face, he took out a high-grade spiritual weapon and offered it with both hands.

"Great King in White Clothes, these are the light-chasing boots I refined. It is a high-grade spiritual weapon. After wearing it, it can speed up by [-]%."

"Not bad, you are well-cultivated and sensible, so you are qualified to meet Yaojun."

"Thank you King in white."

Zhong Wuyan bowed and saluted, and breathed a sigh of relief, just when she thought the matter was over and she could leave safely.

Shhhhh~~~~~!

Twelve mutton fat jade flying swords suddenly came out of the ground and surrounded Zhong Wuyan, with the tip of the sword pointing at an angle, emitting traces of sword energy, as if they might shoot at him at any time.

Zhong Wuyan's heart trembled, she turned around, and showed a smile that was uglier than crying, "King in white, it's hard to make spirit weapons, I really don't have any extra spirit weapons on me."

Yan Ping smiled and said: "I'll give you two choices, either relax your mind and let me plant a soul seal in your soul, or die immediately, after you die, I will naturally know if you have any extra spiritual weapons. "

Zhong Wuyan's complexion changed drastically. Does this sudden Confucian monk really have any purpose?
Certainly, he must have some ulterior purpose, if there is no purpose, why would he control her?
She admitted that she had never met this person before, so it was definitely not aimed at her.

Zhong Wuyan's heart trembled.

Luoxia Yaojun!

This Confucian monk who suddenly appeared here pretending to be a gatekeeper must be aiming at Luoxia Yaojun!

I just got hurt by the fish in the pond.

"If you don't say anything, you will die!"

Zhong Wuyan was shocked and shouted: "I am willing."

Shhhhh~~~!

The twelve mutton fat jade flying swords stopped for an instant, and the tip of the sword had already touched Zhong Wuyan's scalp, just a hair away from piercing through the skull.

Zhong Wuyan's already pale face turned even paler with fright, she dared not neglect, she quickly relaxed her mind, fully exposing herself as a spirit to the white-clothed man in front of her.

Yan Ping flicked out a finger, and a wave of soul power flew into Zhong Wuyan's soul, planting a mark.

With this imprint, Yan Ping has complete control over Zhong Wuyan's life and death.

Yan Ping lightly tapped his index finger, and the twelve mutton fat jade flying swords turned their tips upside down, flying like twelve streamers of light in the air. In the blink of an eye, all the subordinates brought by Zhong Wuyan were dead. Death will disappear.

"King in white, you..."

Zhong Wuyan was very heartbroken, these subordinates were all her carefully selected subordinates with outstanding ghost cultivating qualifications, that's all.

"There are so many people talking about it, you just need to know what I'm going to do next."

"As for your perfect meeting with a ninth-level ghost king, the four of them plus us are enough."

What else can Zhong Wuyan say, his life is in this person's hands, so he can do whatever he says.

Yan Ping continued to blackmail, no, he continued to guard Luoxia Yaojun.

The sunset in Luoxia Mountain is indeed a very beautiful scenery.

Yan Ping looks at the sunset in the distance, the mountain peaks reflect the rays of the sun, it is a fairyland on earth.

Yan Ping worked tirelessly, and spent most of the day shutting down the Luoxia Yaojun. Ouyang Tingxue, Lu Hongling, Wen Wenren, Shen Lang, Xiao Sanxiao and others all changed their equipment from the inside out.

Without exception, they are all high-grade spirit weapons.

In addition, Yan Ping accidentally obtained a real bean, eight spiritual beans, for the Luoxia Yaojun this time.

Yan Ping squeezed the refined real beans, poured in his mighty energy, and started the sacrifice of Taoist soldiers.

After a stick of incense, Yan Ping threw the real beans forward, and scattered beans into soldiers.

Bang, a white robe appeared in the golden mist.

"My lord."

A figure in white clothes came to Yan Ping, bowed and saluted.

"At the beginning of human beings, nature is good. From now on, you will be called Yan Chu."

This is Yan Ping's first Confucian monk and Taoist soldier, a scholar of literary soul with suet jade gallbladder and seven-orifice exquisite heart.

Such a Taoist soldier is more lethal than a sword immortal Taoist soldier in a specific situation.

It can be said that with Yan Chu, there is another high-level combat power in Luoxia Mountain.

"Thank you for your name."

Yan Ping thought for a while, and summoned all 72 mutton fat jade flying swords.

"These 72 mutton fat jade flying swords will be in your control from now on."

Yan Ping released the control of the 72 mutton fat jade flying swords, raised his hand, and the 72 mutton fat jade flying swords fell on the ground in front of Yan Chu.

These 72 mutton fat jade flying swords were obtained by Yan Ping in the Yin Division of Qingyang Prefecture. At first, they were only low-grade flying swords of spiritual weapons.

Over the years, Yan Ping has collected a lot of top-quality flying swords, not many, currently there are only eighteen.

The eighteen flying swords of the highest grade spiritual weapon have all grown into quasi-magic weapons after his tempering.

The power of the sword formation formed by eighteen flying swords is even stronger than the power of the earth evil sword formation formed by 72 flying swords.

Going to Luoxia Mountain this time, I just happened to see the blood of these eighteen quasi-magic-level flying swords and make a start.

"Thank you for the treasure."

Yan Chu was not polite, he burst out with arrogance, and directly sacrificed the 72 mutton fat jade flying swords to his life flying sword.

After that, Yan Ping sacrificed eight spirit beans to become Taoist soldiers, four sword immortal Taoist soldiers, and four Confucianism cultivator Taoist soldiers.

Zhong Wuyan watched the whole process of Yan Ping's sacrificial training of Taoist soldiers.

She just couldn't love her anymore.

The supernatural powers spread beans into soldiers, and this person must have a magic weapon of Tiangang.

It is said that there is one person who has the supernatural power of "Scattering Beans and Soldiers" in the mountains and rivers and lakes, that is, the Zongmen.

In the face of such great power, she could not control her own life at all.

"Master, the wedding of Luoxia Yaojun is about to begin."

After seeing Yan Ping's strength, Zhong Wuyan directly changed her name to Master, and Yan Ping didn't refuse, acquiescing.

Yan Ping took out the chariot and signaled Zhong Wuyan to sit on it.

Zhong Wuyan didn't dare to refuse, she knew that from now on she would be a marionette in the hands of her master, she might survive if she was obedient, but if she was disobedient...

The four girls raised their chariots and floated towards the depths of Luoxia Mountain.

Yan Ping and others, Yufeng followed around.

"Everyone, remember, from now on, we are Zhong Wuyan's subordinates."

Ouyang Tingxue, Wenren Wedding Dress and others nodded, they all knew that Xu Xianchang was planning to break into Luoxia Mountain.

From then on, the enemy is in the clear and I am in the dark.

Ouyang Tingxue felt that it was necessary to tell thousands of households about this matter, so she took out a carrier pigeon from the animal protection bag on her waist, wrote a letter and let it fly.

Luoxia Mountain.

From the foot of the mountain to the peak, the lights are brilliant.

The acquainted monsters and ghosts gather together in small groups, drinking and chatting, and bragging and criticizing in martial arts competitions, and there is a cheerful atmosphere everywhere.

Peak, Demon King Hall.

A glamorous demon king asked a white-clothed man who just came in, "Brother Wushuang, has a demon king named Honghaier come under the ancestor's command recently?"

"Red boy?" Yan Wushuang thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "There are three demon kings who joined Luoxia Mountain's camp recently, but it's a pity that none of them are called red boys."

"What, there are no red boys!" The Meiyan Demon King gritted his teeth, his face turned green with anger.

"what happened?"

"I was blackmailed."

"Red boy, isn't he a little boy in red clothes? He looks very pretty." A demon king came over.

"That's right, an arrogant little kid." Zhong Wuyan looked at the strange demon king, "Could it be that you also..."

The demon king smiled wryly, "Yes, I was blackmailed too."

"And I."

"Me too."

More and more demon kings and ghost kings came over and joined the complaining team.

"Where were you blackmailed?" asked a demon king.

"Near Yuhua Valley."

"I went to Yuhua Valley, didn't I meet any red boys?"

"I also went to the Valley of Rain Flowers, and I didn't see the child in red." Said a monster king of different races.

A female demon king glanced at the many demon kings and ghost kings who were complaining, "I understand, the persimmons are soft."

These words do not hurt much, but are extremely insulting.

Many ghost kings, demon kings, and demon kings, including the glamorous demon king, all wished to find a crack in the ground and get in.

Yan Wushuang said in a deep voice, "Luoxia Mountain will definitely give you an explanation for this matter."

"It's not good, my lords, there was a kid in red who said he wanted to celebrate the ancestor's birthday. Without an invitation, we didn't let him go up the mountain. Who would have thought that he would give the brother guarding the mountain gate to..."

"The kid in red, it's that red boy, he dared to come to Luoxia Mountain!"

Yan Wushuang asked coldly, "What did he do to our people?"

"The two brothers Xiong Gang and Xiong Tie who were guarding the mountain gate were roasted and eaten by him on the spot."

foot of the mountain.

The bear meat has been eaten, a pot is boiling bear bone broth, and a steamer is steaming bear paws.

Hundreds of monster generals and tens of thousands of monster soldiers scattered around, bowing their bows and setting arrows, staring at them.

"Steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chick, roasted goose, stewed pig, stewed duck, sauce chicken, bacon, pine flower belly, dried meat, sausage, assorted su plate, smoked white chicken Belly, steamed eight-treasure pig."

A child in red was muttering words, and all the dishes listed in the newspaper were available here.As expected of Luoxia Mountain, the product is rich.

A hundred or so demon generals were fighting with each other, and almost turned around and left.

The red-clothed child's eyes were so piercing, it felt as if he wanted to devour them alive.

Streams of powerful monster energy, ghost energy, devil energy, and divine spirit energy poured down from the top of the mountain.

Hundreds of demon kings, ghost kings, demon kings, and gods from all walks of life suddenly appeared, all wanting to see who this red boy who dared to make trouble on the ancestor's land of Luoxia Mountain was.

(End of this chapter)