Cultivation Is Like This

  Chapter 776 Dead Order

  Tu Yuan woke up from a daze, his clothes were soaked, black hair stuck to his pink jade neck, his whole body seemed to be soaked in water.

...

   "Heavenly Tribulation!"

  Tu Yuan murmured, shook his drowsy head, propped up his tired body and sat cross-legged, finally found the feeling of calming his mind.

  The black mist overflowed, and the billowing magic energy filled the whole room.

  Behind Tu Yuan, the dense black mist turned into cloudy clouds, and a little bit of red light bloomed, like eyes, growing messily on a chaotic face.

  Tu Yuan was completely unaware of such a strange scene. Her head was in a mess and she hadn't gotten out of the confusion. She only knew that she had forgotten one very important thing.

  After a long while, Tu Yuan's eyes burst open, a red magic eye split between his brows, and a powerful and indescribable will came out through his body.

  The supernatural powers of the heavenly demons operate on their own, and the realm is rising steadily, breaking through the third and fourth stages of crossing the catastrophe, crushing several bottlenecks strongly, and the breath is stable in the Mahayana stage.

  The will of heaven and earth has noticed that the postponed closed-book exam has been advanced, and three consecutive catastrophes of inner demons, showing a posture of immortality.

  Before the change, Tu Yuan was terrified by one heart demon tribulation, and dared to cross the tribulation only by hugging Lu Bei's thigh, let alone three consecutive tribulations.

  Drink sugar water and then hang yourself—death.

  But now, the three heart demon tribulations have been easily eliminated, and they have not brought her the slightest threat.

  In the dense darkness, the scarlet pairs slowly closed, the chaotic faces dissipated, the red magic eyes between Tu Yuan's brows became brighter and brighter, and the charming face of Yu Jie became even more coquettish.

  In the quiet room, the weight of darkness crushed everything visible and intangible, except for the divine card engraved with the name "Lu Bei, Lord of Heavenly Demon" which remained unaffected.

  Black mist rolled into Tu Yuan's body, her magic eyes closed, she breathed out a mouthful of turbid air, pulled her tired body with force, knelt down on her knees, held the **** card high above her head with both hands.

  He bowed his head in silence, piously and silently, and every drop fell to the ground.

  Tu Yuan: (〒﹏〒)

  False Heavenly Demon: Great Demon of Five Emperors in Five Directions

  The real celestial demon: Lu Bei

  She remembered everything.

   Thanks!

  After hundreds of years of painstaking practice, she relied on her strength to hold her thighs, worshiped the real extraterrestrial demon, and was still in the endless darkness, fortunately looking up at the true face of the demon.

   A glimpse, thrilling.

  Because the picture was blurry, and the pious Tu Yuan didn't dare to blaspheme with his sight, so he hurriedly moved away after seeing it, and only saw a handsome chin in the darkness.

  Familiar, she recognizes even when turned into ashes.

  In the seven heavens, the black sun hangs high, all living beings worship, and a great demon is located in the high sky.

  The magic power is mighty, the phantom is hazy, and the countless black long tails are raging and sweeping...

   Lord of the demons!

  The master didn't fool her, he was really the master of the demons, not those second-rate demons who used their brains to rank in the Demon Palace.

  Worshiping the top of the mountain, I went to the biggest mountain, and was recommended to the Mahayana stage of cultivation, and I also got the supreme magic power of the "Da Luo Wan Kalpa Indestructible Law".

  From today on, not only does he have strength, but he is also covered by his master. He stands out from the crowd and becomes the most powerful lackey.

  No matter how you look at it, this is a once-in-a-lifetime good thing, but Tu Yuan is not happy at all.

  The master ordered her to kill the master.

  Tu Yuan: (╥﹏╥)

  She just wants to be a dog, why let her devour the Lord?

  The Lord of the Heavenly Demon said that a ray of demon soul was reincarnated in the world, pretentious and wanted to start anew, but she was out of control, let her do it with confidence, otherwise...

  Because it is a death command, both the man and the dog must die.

  Tu Yuan doesn't want to die, and he doesn't want to be involved in the fight between his masters. To be a dog, you must know yourself. No matter which master wins in the end, the dog who devours the master will die.

   Besides, with a blood oath on her body, she can't even resist, let alone do it boldly.

  What, the blood oath is gone?

  That doesn’t work either!

  Tu Yuan: (╥﹏╥)

  What should I do? Is it still too late to practice Buddhism?

  …

   One Hundred Thousand Mountains.

  Thousands of mountains and ravines are lush and green, there are swords and rocks rising thousands of feet, and lonely peaks stand dangerously;

  There are huge cliffs crossing, and the walls stand thousands of feet;

  There are winding mountains covered by clouds and fog, shadows lying on the ground, steep and stretching, like a dragon with its head raised.

  The black-winged golden-eyed eagle soared high into the sky, taking a panoramic view of the vast expanse, turning into a golden light and descending from the clouds, landing on Lu Bei's shoulder.

   "No, there isn't a single demon king, they are all useless little demons..."

   Lu Bei frowned and stood on the top of the mountain. There was no demon king, which meant that these guys had received the news that the death omen was flashing, and they all ran away with buckets.

  According to what Tu Yuan said, only when monks in the Mahayana period haunted the Hundred Thousand Mountains would the demon kings flee.

  As a cultivator in the Tribulation Stage, the Mahayana Stage must have nothing to do with him in the early stage of integration after the unity of man and nature. There is only one truth. The white-haired Mahayana Stage monk from Xuanlong went home to visit.

  Damn it, can you still earn experience?

   Lu Bei secretly said that he was unlucky, and at the same time he was quite speechless. He wanted to find the Xuanlong Mahayana period, and first went to the Shiwan Dashan to find the Demon King. He knew the reason behind it, but he always felt that something was wrong.

   "You two are playing opposite each other!"

  ——

   Lu Bei searched Shiwanda Mountain to no avail, and returned to Gushan City a little depressed.

Demon Slaying Sword didn't see blood, experience didn't get it, man and nature are one, and he always has a compassionate heart, how can he bear this kind of grievance, thinking that Xuanlong didn't get him, Xuanlong is responsible for this, and he turned around Go find the bad luck of Tu Yuan, the guard of Gushan City.

  The result was not very good, Tu Yuan closed the deadlock.

  The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and I feel more wronged.

  Good people are rewarded with good rewards, Lu Bei was depressed for a while, and then got a piece of good news in a lucky moment.

  Zhao Wuyou uploaded the information on the seven captives, Emperor Xuanlong Zhao Fangce arrived in Gushan City, and hosted a banquet for Lu Bei and the seven carts of the Gu family.

   Along with him was an old man with white beard and hair.

  Among the emperors Lu Bei knew, Zhao Fangce's face was undoubtedly the most embarrassing one.

   It’s not that he’s not handsome enough. The average appearance of the white-haired Zhao family is online, and there isn’t a single ugly ghost, but the scar on Zhao Fangce’s face, like a centipede coiled on his face, severely damages the beauty.

   It's scary not to smile, but it's even scarier to laugh.

  The old man, like Zhao Fangce, had several scars across his cheeks, and his broken eyebrows and face were extremely hideous. Those who didn't know it thought it was the unique aesthetic of the Xuanlong Zhao family.

   "Don't become like this in the future."

  At the banquet hall, Lu Bei whispered bb to the side, so that Zhao Wuyou can keep growing normally, and don't grow crooked.

  Zhao Wuyou nodded absently.

  Xiao Baimao reported the information, the seven carts were of great importance, they could be called the last seven straws in the game field, Zhao Fangce arrived at Gushan City at the fastest speed without saying a word.

   Seeing the complete return to Zhao, Zhao Fangce frowned, blamed Xiao Baimao for not fulfilling the duties of a diplomat, and suspected that she was idle with her salary and forgot about her mission.

  Zhao Wuyou couldn't argue, she had already worked very hard, the professional team came up with suggestions, she went into battle lightly, and used all possible and unusable postures.

   It's almost useless.

   No, Qiang also used it, and Lu Bei pressed it with a slap.

  Zhao Wuyou sat next to Lu Bei in a sullen mood, and the angry little daughter-in-law usually poured wine and food for him. Like her, there were also seven Xiongchu princes and princesses who forced smiles.

  From being captured to the present, except that they were hanged by Lu Bei for a day and a night, enjoying the cold wind, their personal freedom was not restricted for the rest of the time.

  Especially in Gushan City, there is a quiet room for everyone, and Xuanlong regards it as a distinguished guest and has not been made trouble.

  A common diplomatic method, the more calm Xuanlong is, the lower the level of Xiongchu's show of muscle, the more unrefined it seems.

   What frustrated the seven princes and princesses even more was today's banquet. As spectators, they were invited by Emperor Xuanlong to see the picture of Xuanlong and Wu Zhou's family.

   In other words, Xuanlong has allies, while Xiongchu has nothing but enemies.

  What, you said that Wu Zhou came straight to the head of the Tianjian Sect, and there is no one surnamed Zhu.

  Laughing to death, you don't understand Wu Zhou at all.

  Dashan Temple is alone in the world, Yunzhong Pavilion is ethereal and has no one to rely on, no one knows where the gate is.

  In this case, the lord of the Heavenly Sword Sect was Wang Fa in Wu Zhou, and his fart is better than the imperial decree.

  The banquet started. As the host, Zhao Fangce was expressionless. He was very grateful to Lu Bei for his generous support, and he was also glad that he had chosen the right person for his investment. The Demon Slayer Sword was not in vain, and the seven carts were the best proof.

  But when he thought that Lu Bei was the one who solved the thousand-year-old blood curse of the ancient family, he couldn't be happy.

  Wu Zhou is so big, isn't it big enough for you?

  Lu Bei didn't open his mouth either. He searched for the demon in the Hundred Thousand Mountains but found nothing. He knew that Xuanlong could solve Xiongchu by himself.

   Then, he looked at the old man with scars on his face, and estimated that it was worth several hundred million.

  The old man smiled slightly, with an unusually ferocious face, raised his wine glass and paid a respect to Lu Beiyuan: "I have heard the name of Immortal Sword Intent for a long time, and today I saw Sect Master Lu. He is really a hero when he is young. Zhao has wasted his life and feels ashamed."

   "Senior joked, you are the real hero."

  Lu Bei responded politely, frowning and said: "This suzerain sees the bones of the senior are strange, and the shape is eye-catching. Could it be that famous..."

   "That's right, it's Zhao."

   "So that's the case, I've been waiting for a long time."

  Looking overjoyed, Lu Bei picked up the wine glass and drank three cups in a row, and said some polite words about Sansheng's fortune.

   While bragging about the business, Zhao Wuyou did not forget the sound transmission, asking who the old man is, his words are really nice.

  Zhao Wuyou: (_)

  How should I put it, she was not surprised at all.

   After receiving Zhao Wuyou's audio transmission, Lu Bei learned the name of the famous bad old man.

  Xuanlong, Zhao Yanye.

  A monk in the Mahayana period, interacting with the monster race in Jingyue Kingdom for many years, his nature is like a fire, he is a violent old man who would rather bend than bend.

  At Zhao Wuyou's level, she had no access to the Mahayana period. It was the first time she saw Zhao Yanye herself, and the information she provided was all rumors.

   Lu Bei nodded secretly, not sure if it was an illusion, but the old man seemed hostile to him.

Why?

  This suzerain is an outsider who slept with the little white hair of your Zhao family. Are you unhappy?

   Isn't it sleepy yet?

  Thinking of this, Lu Bei clasped his slender waist, bowed his head and was about to taste the imported wine.

  “…”xN

  (end of this chapter)