Devil Seeds

  Chapter 463 A Peach Blossom (for subscription)

   "Lu Jinnian is of course a target that must be defeated."

   "If Mr. Niu is a visitor from another world, then Lu Jinnian... is very likely to be the same. In this way, Lu Jinnian may not be ignorant of future events."

   "Even so, Mr. Niu must not underestimate carelessness. Essentially speaking, he is no different from Lu Jinnian." Chu Yuanxiao thought in his mind.

  Then stood up.

  With a wet towel around his waist, Chu Yuanxiao walked out of the hot spring.

   "Call me a message when you have news, and I will cooperate. But... don't play tricks, you know me." Chu Yuanxiao said to Mr. Niu without looking back.

  Mr. Niu soaked comfortably in the hot spring water, and cut open a cigar.

   "Okay! Have fun! Wait for my good news." Mr. Niu said.

  In reality, in a small temple, a peach tree was suddenly watered by spiritual milk.

  The peach tree that originally needed to grow for dozens or hundreds of years before it could become a demon was born as an 'elf'.

   At the same time, a blood talisman was buried at the root of the peach tree.

  Everything happened quietly, as if no trace was left.

  Lu Jinnian is in a very passive position.

  In the past ten years, he has been too popular, and he has already taken advantage of the "benefits" of the weird world.

  Even if the strange world has now reverted, it doesn't mean that what he got has disappeared.

  At least the plot points obtained will not evaporate, as well as the understanding of the strange, the analysis of the rules of the strange death...these are always there.

  Going back to more than ten years ago, although the disadvantages outweigh the advantages for Lu Jinnian, it is not completely disadvantageous.

   "It's only because... I used to be too much in the limelight, and now I have become the target of public criticism in this world. Everyone regards me as an imaginary enemy and wants to defeat me and replace me."

"How wronged am I? It's all over again, and now I'm restricted in all aspects, and I'm **** in everything, so I can't do anything. Instead, some other people are likely to hide their positions and copy my old ways. Maybe." At this moment, Lu Jinnian was meeting with Ying Baiqiu, the suzerain of the Sword Sect, and Wei Qingkui, the suzerain of the Yuqi Sect.

  Lu Jinnian has been a magistrate of the underworld for many years, and he has also interrogated many so-called generation heroes in the underworld.

  So he understands very well that as long as he doesn't keep winning, no matter how good the past was, it's just a passing cloud.

  The unrestrained style before reverting back to the file is already a thing of the past.

  Now he has to focus on the present and find a way to 'escape' this state where everyone is enemy.

   It is already uncomfortable enough to be regarded by everyone as a big boss that must be defeated.

   What's even more uncomfortable is that he doesn't have the corresponding strength to be the boss.

"I use the information I know to cooperate with you. You have manpower and resources, and I have information and channels. The tripartite cooperation is mutually beneficial and win-win. Besides... we have no conflict of interest. You are monks, and the place to gallop is In the world, I am the judge of the underworld, and the underworld is where I fight. Our cooperation can be long-term and effective. It is not limited to this world, but to the present.” In order to persuade Ying Baiqiu and Wei Qingkui, Lu Jinnian had to Take out some hole cards.

  Cultivators 'collude' with the magistrates of the underworld, which is a felony in the underworld.

   It's just what Lu Jinnian committed, and it's long gone.

   I don't care about it, I offend one more thing.

  Ying Baiqiu did not speak. As the master of Jianzong, he should be very happy with this kind of cooperation.

  But as a sword cultivator, he naturally dislikes this kind of dog.

  For the 17.37 millionth time, Ying Baiqiu felt annoyed. In the sword fight, he lost to his younger brother, so he had no choice but to assume the position of suzerain of this sword sect.

Ying Baiqiu didn't talk, but Wei Qingkui said: "I'm not interested in the art of eating ghosts anymore! But the ghost weapons in this world are interesting... It's kind of like artificially manufacturing weapon spirits to create low-end spiritual magic weapons ...If Judge Lu can provide us with a large number of fierce ghosts for our Imperial Weapon Sect to use for our research and reproduce ghost weapons to reality... we can also cooperate."

When Lu Jinnian heard the words, he immediately refused: "No! All the registered ghosts must go down to the projections of the 18th floor of **** to serve their sentences and suffer. Only after they have redeemed their sins can they be reincarnated. Return to the human world. This is the way of reincarnation of heaven and earth, and should not be easily violated."

  Wei Qingkui said: "You... are not happy! You are not honest! You can't touch the registered ghosts, so don't register, isn't it over?"

"There are more than billions of ghosts in the underworld. How many of them are ghosts? If there are so few ghosts, the impact on the overall reincarnation is negligible. Not to mention that between heaven and earth, auras can naturally be born. In fact, the total number of souls between heaven and earth is Continually increasing."

  Lu Jinnian's originally serious expression softened, revealing a philistine expression.

   "Ghost... I have it!"

   "But you have to show some sincerity. I have to see the real thing." Lu Jinnian said.

Wei Qingkui said: "That's easy! From now on, the ghost weapons of your core team... I will take over all of them from the Armor Sect, and I promise to double the strength of your subordinates. Those ghost weapons you are using now... ·The pattern is there, but the production process is too rough. The use of the strange source is only the simplest transformation, no superposition, no fusion, no amplification, no mutation, no activation...it all depends on the user It’s not okay to use your life to krypton.”

  Lu Jinnian looked happy.

  But still shook his head: "I am restricted in all aspects now. The worst thing is not weapons, but manpower. I need manpower, a lot of manpower."

   As he spoke, he still cast his eyes on Ying Baiqiu.

  The monks of the Imperial Artifact Sect can do logistics and weapon research well, but if they are going to the battlefield and face head-to-head, it depends on the monks of the Sword Sect.

   "Yin Gong!"

   "I'll give you a list. The monks on the list will increase their life expectancy by 30 years! Yin skills...you come out!" Ying Baiqiu put forward his own conditions.

  Lu Jinnian had collected a lot of yin skills in the underworld through the blood talisman business, and he was not short of yin skills at this time.

   It's just that Ying Baiqiu can't let Ying Baiqiu speak loudly.

   Therefore, he counter-offered: "At most thirty people, Yin Gong... My accumulation over the years is not much."

Ying Baiqiu nodded: "Yes! These 30 people are assigned to you anyway, and they are all Jianxin disciples specially recruited by my Jianzong. You don't have to worry about the means, they are all top-notch One is a good hand."

   "Disciple of Jianxin?" Lu Jinnian was startled.

  Jian Zong is different from other sects. The first priority is the talent of swordsmanship, and the second is the talent of practice.

  It's just that, no matter how good the swordsmanship and sword art are, without the support of the corresponding cultivation base, it will be difficult to continue.

  Among them, there are some special disciples with excellent kendo talent but unsightly talent in qi training, so that their practice lags behind. This special disciple is called "Jian Xin" in Jianzong.

   This type of Jianzong disciples are all late bloomers.

  Although there is often no one out of ten, the ones that survive are all truly strong.

  If they were given dozens of years to live longer, Jianzong's overall strength would be upgraded to a higher level.

   "Give me sixty people! It's just Yin Gong... I don't have it!" Lu Jinnian's tone softened immediately. Jianxin disciples of Jianzong rarely enter the underworld after death. Often a little soul flies straight to the sword mound, and in another way, turns into the foundation of the sword sect, lives as a swordsman, and dies as a sword soul.

  Even the underworld would never be able to find such a group of powerful and talented swordsmen.

   My stomach hurts again...

   I really am!

Why···!

  (end of this chapter)