I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

The master stood up slowly, "At this time tomorrow, come and find me, and I will send you to Neimao!"

After speaking, she left slowly and went to prepare.

It is not an easy task to go from the world to the heaven where Maoshan is located.

As soon as the head of the sect left, Uncle Jiu leaned back on the chair without any image, his eyes were filled with resentment, and his whole body was weak.

Russell laughed at this, and started to tease directly.

"Hey, Great Elder, you were very beautiful yesterday, what's the matter today?"

When Uncle Jiu took over the position of Great Elder yesterday, he was busy, his face was full of red, but he was very festive and energetic.

"Little bunny!"

Uncle Nine let out a weak snort. The former Great Elder passed away for several days, and the accumulation of things in Maoshan was too much to die for.

Especially when he just participated in the succession ceremony, all the elders came to make friends, his busy legs were sore, and his hair was about to fall out.

Russell, the little bastard, came over to tease him?

hateful!

Uncle Jiu was lying on the chair, his eyes were lost, like a fish that had lost his dream, "I don't want to stay in Maoshan anymore, I want to go back to Yizhuang."

"You are the Great Elder, everyone in the world knows that the name of Maoshan Great Elder is Lin Jiu!"

"Humph!"

Uncle Jiu rolled his eyes, as if he had thought of some good idea, he slapped his thigh fiercely, "What is this? I will change my name today. I won't be called Lin Jiu anymore."

"My name is, my name is..."

"Mao Xiaofang!"

The Great Elder is Lin Jiu, so what does Mao Xiaofang have to do with him?

ps: 7100 words today, finally entered Nei Mao, it is not easy, nearly [-] chapters.

Chapter 388

"Since the little master uncle wants you to represent Maoshan in the peak trial."

In front of a huge magic circle, the master was standing there, fiddling with a roulette with his left hand.

The pale golden light wheel is stacked on top of each other, no more, no less, just eighteen times, which corresponds to the eighteen levels of hell.

Among them, the quadruple looks are dim, compared with the other golden imprints, it is particularly obvious.

"These four layers belong to the nether world, and the small world you went to this time belongs to the evil way of the former Taiyi!"

Russell was standing next to the head of the sect, he could clearly hear that the head of the sect just now called Taiyi an evil way.

If it was before, he seemed a little puzzled.

But after the answer from the little master uncle, he immediately understood.

Perhaps 500 years ago, the head may not have participated in that battle, but those close to her master and ancestors are likely to be affected.

Calculated in this way, Taiyi and Maoshan have a deep blood feud!

No wonder Taiyi is called evil way.

I am the right way, and those who are my enemies are all evil ways.

The headmaster tapped the turntable in his hand, and said slowly, "So, where are you going this time?"

"Knife Mountain Hell!"

She fingers lightly, and a bright golden light shines from the roulette and lands on the dark magic circle.

The light of the magic circle engraved on the ground was shocked, revealing all kinds of mysterious formation patterns, and the brilliant light even attracted the attention of all Maoshan disciples.

Looking at this sky-reaching beam of light, those disciples felt extraordinarily sad and envious in their hearts.

In Maoshan, such a legend has been circulating.

In another world, there is a real fairy mountain, Maoshan. Only by entering there can one be regarded as stepping into the world of practice and going to a further and higher level.

What does it mean to go further and higher?

Long live!

Maybe when those geniuses retreat, people like themselves will grow old, and even turn into dry bones.

What a gap! !

"Go there, be careful."

Uncle Jiu gave a warning, his eyes full of reluctance, he knew very well in his heart that it was easy to go, but difficult to come back.

Even for a genius like Russell, he couldn't believe it.

But Uncle Jiu didn't say it clearly, instead he told him carefully, eat better, dress better, don't be too naughty, don't mess with things, run away if you can't beat them, be sweeter when you find a girl, and don't be angry with others...

As he was talking, he couldn't help turning his head away, and didn't want to say any more.

Little Russell only has little Russell's future, why is he a mother-in-law and mother-in-law?

"I will return!"

Russell left a sentence, and he didn't know who he was speaking to, so he rushed into the magic circle without hesitation.

This world is too small for him, especially with the golden finger on his body, it is even more difficult to choose not to pursue longevity and live in silence for the rest of his life.

He believed, he believed that he would come back!

"call!"

As Luo Su entered the magic circle, the magic circle suddenly burst into a bright light, and the head of Thorn and Uncle Jiu couldn't open their eyes. When they regained their strength again, the people inside had disappeared without a trace.

Uncle Jiu was a little disappointed. The little boy he had raised for nine years left like this. It would be a lie if he didn't say he was uncomfortable.

"Okay!"

A hand patted heavily on his shoulder, it was the master.

I saw her look of contempt, "I didn't feel as uncomfortable as you when you left the mountain. What does it look like for a big man to cry?"

Uncle Jiu rolled his eyes, wondering who was crying all those years ago, crying so hard that the disciples were so frightened that they stood guard all night and stayed for a while before leaving.

"The big bastard is gone, do you want the master to introduce a girl to you, and raise another little bastard?"

The head made a gesture with his hand, blinked his eyes, "It's very big, so fertile!"

Uncle Jiu, who was choked up by these words, was almost speechless, glaring at his unscrupulous master.

It's okay to be unreasonable before!

Now you are the head of Maoshan!

He glared all over his face, but he didn't expect the headmaster to be wrong, and he took a breath, "Hiss, Xiao Jiu, you don't like women, do you?"

"I used to say that you were born as a phoenix. I was joking. You don't really like slaying dragons, do you, dragon and phoenix?"

The head's face became more and more strange, and his small eyes drifted away, as if he was thinking about something?

Lin Fengqiao-Feng, Tulong-Dragon, what a match, even if it is a man, true love is not bound by gender!

"Tu Long died a long time ago!" Uncle Jiu said in a bad voice, feeling his whole head hurt.

"It's not Dragon Slaying, could it be that Dragon Commander??"

The head's eyes brightened even more, "Your appetite is a bit heavy!"

Uncle Nine:  …

Meow, I can't stay in Maoshan anymore!

I will change my name and go down the mountain today!

……

On the other hand, as soon as Russell entered Knife Mountain Hell, he encountered trouble, very serious trouble.

Because, he lost his way.

The Sword Mountain Hell deserves to be called the Sword Mountain Hell. As far as the eye can see, there are all blades, and there is no end in sight, and it is almost endless.

Russell looked at it and couldn't hold back his tongue. Could it be that the blades here are all thrown by the red-haired old monster, the chief executive, and the Jiangnan old thief?

Why are there so many blades?

hiss!How many eunuchs will it take?

Before he could react, Ulei rolled in the sky, thunder roared, and pieces of blades fell from the sky like raindrops.

There was a slight golden light on Russell's body surface, and the free blade was blown away. If he owned a blade factory, he would probably fly away happily.

"Where is this?"

He poked his head around and looked around, it was so vast that he couldn't even see any living creatures at a glance.

The next moment, he noticed a black shadow falling from the sky, and fell heavily on the mountain of knives, pierced by the thousand knives, and let out a sharp scream.

The screams were extremely ear-piercing, and those who heard them shuddered.

The black shadow became smaller and smaller as it rolled, and the black mist on his body became thinner and thinner, and disappeared after a while.

Russell had some insight, no wonder there were no living things in this place, this place really deserves to be hell.

He took a deep breath, and a sense of refreshment welled up in him, which almost gave him a jolt.

That kind of comfortable feeling is simply not too exciting.

"What a rich spiritual energy!"

Russell raised his hand violently, and a giant hand formed in the air, and it slapped heavily, smashing the mountain of knives in an instant.

A corner of the knife mountain was missing, and there was a clattering sound from top to bottom, and a huge mountain range collapsed and rowed to all sides.

"It seems that the moves have also been added. Could it be that the world has been suppressed?"

Russell raised his eyebrows. With such a strong aura bonus, his combat power has increased by at least [-]-[-]%.

Don't underestimate one or two percent, this is an exaggerated increase.