Hua Qiangu Zhiwu is Bai Zihua

Thousands of miles away from the cave, Zihua stood somewhere fluttering in white clothes, with his eyes slightly closed, his claw-shaped palms glowing with black light, pressing on the head of the masked man in black lying limply beneath him.

The masked man in black seemed to be enduring great pain, his body was constantly twitching and struggling, and his face was distorted due to the pain, making him look very ferocious.

"Heavenly Court?!" After a while, Zihua threw the masked man in black aside, slowly opened his eyes, raised his head slightly, his eyes seemed to be able to directly penetrate the clouds, and look at the nine heavens...

The masked man in black who lay limp on the ground like mud was the one who injured Princess Lingmeng earlier. Captured.

And Princess Lingmeng actually had the early stage strength of Taishang Daoist, which surprised Zihua. If he remembered correctly, Princess Lingmeng should not be over twenty years old.

Cultivate to the middle stage of the Taishang Daoist without being twenty years old?What kind of qualifications does this have?I'm afraid it's a bit more heaven-defying than Bai Zihua in the original book who practiced for more than a thousand years to achieve the position of immortal.

Although it is easier to break through the previous realm, and the later the realm, the harder it is to improve, but Princess Lingmeng is not yet twenty years old, and it may not take a thousand years to achieve the immortal realm.

"It seems that she was born with a vision, and her origin must be extraordinary?" Zi Hua thought to himself.Hua Qiangu was born with a vision. She is the last reincarnation of the gods in the world. Her cultivation speed is also like this. It can be described as leaping thousands of miles. After practicing for more than a year, she can almost break through and become a fairy.

Withdrawing her thoughts, Zihua glanced at the black-clothed masked man slumped on the ground, and said coldly, "Don't pretend to be dead, I know you're fine."

"My lord, my lord, spare me my lord, my lord!" The masked man in black got up with a grunt, prostrated himself on the ground and knocked his head with a "bang bang".

He was prostrate on the ground, but his body couldn't help shaking desperately, he had already recognized Zi Hua's identity, and it was precisely because he recognized Zi Hua's identity that he felt even more terrified.

He had personally experienced the soul-searching technique that Zi Hua performed on him just now, and he could recognize it naturally. If you want to save your life, you have to kneel down and beg for mercy. _

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Zi Hua glanced at him indifferently, parted his lips lightly, and said coldly: "Relax your mind! Don't resist at all, or you will be driven out of your wits."

"Yes, yes, let's relax, little one!"

As the saying goes, people are knives, I am fish, there is a chance of survival, how dare this man in black resist, honestly crawling on the ground, and immediately let go of his heart obediently...

Zi Hua's expression changed, and the power of space burst out from his body, and then he saw his figure turned into a silver light, and disappeared in the same place in an instant, but there was still a figure of him in the same place.

The two figures are exactly the same. If someone with high mana can tell that the strength of the two people's aura is obviously different, this is Zihua's avatar, and it's really good to be back to the middle stage of Shangxian now.

Considering that he will use the demonic blood brand to control the black-clothed masked man later, Zihua hides the main body and lets the avatar perform it, so that the realm of the main body will not be weakened.

After the main body and the clone were quickly replaced, the space force that fixed the surrounding space disappeared. All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and the masked man in black didn't notice anything unusual.

Immediately, Zihua's avatar pinched the spell quickly with both hands, and displayed the magic blood imprint control secret technique, and the thought entered into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Sensing that something seemed to have been punched into his mind, the masked man in black trembled all over, and prostrated himself on the ground more and more respectfully. Although he didn't notice anything unusual, he was thinking in his heart: "After returning to the heaven , we must look for those immortal cultivators to see if they can get rid of this hidden danger."

"Unless this brand is two levels higher than the deity's cultivation base, otherwise, no one can detect it, let alone try to break it. You'd better be honest with the deity!"

As if he understood what he was thinking, the cold voice of Zihua's avatar rang in his ears. Before he had time to ask for forgiveness, he felt waves of terrible pain coming from the depths of his soul, as if the soul was being torn apart forcefully. Cracked in general.

"Ah! Your Majesty spares my life, I don't dare..."

"Your Majesty, spare your life, Your Majesty, spare your life..."

The masked man in black kept screaming, wailing and hugging his head, rolling on the ground in pain, and then knocked his head on the ground hard, trying to relieve the pain.

After a while, Zihua's avatar had a thought to control the demon blood brand not tormenting him. At this time, the masked man in black was already like a puddle of mud, limp on the ground, and the black cloth on his face fell to the ground , revealing a rough and pale face, with a hideous scar on his face, making him look not only like a cultivator, but like a bandit leader.

Zihua's avatar looked at him coldly, and said lightly: "As long as you have any bad thoughts, this deity can detect it, you'd better be honest with me, otherwise, I will let you enjoy what life is better than death! "

"The little ones don't dare, the little ones don't dare!" The masked man in black immediately prostrated himself on the ground respectfully, his voice became hoarse after howling continuously just now.

Zi Hua's avatar frowned slightly and said, "What's your name?"

"Return, return to Your Majesty, the younger one is called Wugui." The masked man in black immediately replied honestly.

"Turtle?" Zi Hua's avatar showed a strange expression. The name really has a special flavor. Immediately, his face changed, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Turtle, I know that you are very unhappy to be controlled by others, but if you If you can help the deity to do things well, the benefits will definitely be indispensable to you!"

"Yes, yes, the little one will definitely do a good job for your lord!" Although there was ten thousand reluctances in his heart, Wu Gui didn't dare to say it out.

"Well, if you are too advanced to the late stage cultivation of a real person, this deity will help you to advance to the middle stage of the second immortal, so it should not be easy to attract suspicion." Zihua's avatar touched his chin and whispered to himself.

"Ah?" Wu Gui was a little confused, and in a daze, he suddenly widened his eyes again, full of disbelief... "This... this... this...?"

If there were outsiders present at this time, they would be extremely shocked, but Wu Gui's aura that originally belonged to the late stage of Taishang Daoist surged rapidly, and soon broke through the realm of Taishang Daoist, and entered the early stage of the Second Immortal.

The skyrocketing still continued, until his aura soared like a bamboo shoot to the peak of the middle stage of the second immortal, and the skyrocketing breath stopped.

The whole process was just like Wu Gui's. He only felt that his mana was like riding a rocket, and it skyrocketed rapidly. In just a few breaths, he reached the mid-stage cultivation of the Second Immortal, and he was so shocked that it was hard to add.

My cultivation has reached the middle stage of Immortal? !This, this, how terrifying should His Majesty's cultivation be?Could it be that His Majesty has already broken through and achieved the realm of the gods that no one has ever reached in thousands of years? ?

Quietly raised his head and glanced at the figure standing proudly in front of him, the figure in white clothes fluttering like a banished fairy, Wu Gui trembled all over, prostrated himself on the ground, knocking his head with a "bang bang", "Xie Zun The gift, the small one must live up to the high expectations of the superior!"

"As long as you do things well for the deity, it's okay to raise your cultivation base to the realm of the upper immortal!" Zihua's avatar said lightly.

Wu Gui trembled all over, and said in a trembling voice: "Little, I must do my job well for my lord!"

Achieving the position of the Immortal!How many people dream of things at this time!

Afterwards, Zihua's avatar gave Wu Gui a few things, and at the same time gave him a message bead that could contact him, explaining that he would try his best to get into the upper echelons of the Heavenly Court, and his benefits would be indispensable, so Wu Gui drove away excitedly. The light flies away.

After Wu Gui left, Zi Hua's figure appeared out of thin air. After waving his hand to put away his avatar, he raised his head to look at the sky, and the corners of his mouth curled into a perfect arc.

With a big stick in one hand and a carrot in the other, he has played this matter extremely smoothly. I believe that with the temptation to improve his cultivation level against the sky, and with the brand of devil blood, Wu Gui will never have the problem of rebellion.

At the beginning, he had forcibly searched his memory through soul searching, and knew that this person was a confidant of the Jade Emperor, and he was more loyal to the Jade Emperor. Not subject to the Jade Emperor. _

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Only then did Zihua successfully control it and become a chess piece that entered the heavenly court. I believe that with his current strength in the middle stage of the second immortal, when he returns to the Jade Emperor, as long as he is clever enough, he will be reused. Every move is in his eyes.