In the palace in the sea of blood.
Wenjing Daoren's ghostly figure floated forward and circled around the Asura girl. Then, she opened her red lips and blew a wisp of air into her ear.
Although the girl tried her best to endure it, her cheeks still blushed slightly. Her silver-white hair fluttered gently.
Wen Jing smiled and said, "What a good seedling. It's a pity to send you to the spiritual mountain. Not many of the Lao Dao there know how to understand such flirtatious feelings."
"Wen Jing, the patriarch's sword is an important keepsake of our race."
In the corner, the hoarse voice continued, "We have already submitted to the spiritual mountain. The Primordial Massacre Sword will be handed over to Your Highness. There will be no loss to the spiritual mountain."
"I will bring your words back intact." Wenjing Daoren chuckled and brushed her fingertips across the silver-haired girl's face. "However, whether it's useful or not is not up to me."
Ring ring ring —
In another corner, a burly figure seemed to want to rush out of the darkness. The rough voice was filled with anger.
"Mosquito King, what do you mean?"
"It's just superficial." Wenjing Daoren flicked her fingertips gently and smiled. She glanced at the figure from the corner of her eyes. "You're not convinced?"
The burly figure fell into silence.
"Trash." Wenjing Daoren snorted softly. Then, she suddenly turned around. As her blood-colored dress fluttered, it illuminated the entire hall.
In various corners, the Asuras were either sitting, standing, or lying down. They were old and young, weak and strong. Most of them looked angry.
"The Asura of the Blood Sea is no longer the same as before. You actually hold a sword all day and fantasize about the beautiful dreams of the past.
Have you forgotten how your patriarch died? So what if you have the sword? So what if you find Yuantu and Avici?
Why don't you just wither in this sea of blood? What's the point of struggling?
Hahaha, hahahahaha! "
Amidst the ear-piercing laughter, Wenjing Daoren and the silver-haired girl disappeared.
Bang!
A wall was smashed by the iron fist. Repressed roars echoed in the ruined palace, but eventually, it gradually calmed down.
In a bloody light that flew towards the borders of the Nether Realm, Wenjing Daoren looked at the girl in his hand and thought for a moment. A faint smile appeared on his lips.
Forget it, there's no way to contact Lord Sea God now. I'd better complete the task given by Spiritual Mountain first and not complicate matters.
"I wanted to raise a maid for the Sea God. After all, the bloodline of the Nether River Patriarch is quite rare."
Hmm?
Wenjing Daoren raised his eyebrows and scanned the direction of Fengdu City with his immortal senses.
He saw that the group of Battle Shamans carrying coffins and playing music had already walked out of the impregnable pass outside the city. They seemed to be heading towards the borders of the Nether Realm.
The Underworld Soul-Reaping Marshal, who was wearing a hood, was sitting on the stone coffin, twisting his strong body to the rhythm of the gongs and drums behind him.
The corners of Wen Jing Daoren's mouth twitched a few times. He suddenly felt that it was better to be loyal to the Sea God than to work hard as a spy in the Western Sect …
Happiness.
…
At that moment, in the northwest of the South Continent, near a large human city.
Lao Dao Lu Ya carried the huge gourd on his back and slowly descended from the clouds. His immortal senses carefully searched the various parts of the city.
Perhaps he was too focused, but when he was about to land on the ground, his feet suddenly slipped. The dignified prince of the demon race, the owner of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Saber, and the number one person chased by the Celestial Court fell forward for no reason.
Lu Ya was stunned, but he reacted quickly. His figure flashed lightly, and he used a teleportation technique. He appeared a hundred feet away and stood steadily.
Daoist Lu Ya frowned.
This kind of feeling, this kind of situation where disaster struck for no reason, he … had experienced it before …
What's going on?
Why is it here again?
Could it be that this bad luck is circulating through the Heavenly Cycle? Or is it caused by the lack of luck of the demons?
"Hmph!"
How could he, Daoist Lu Ya, be trapped by such bad luck?!
At that moment, Daoist Lu Ya closed his eyes and carefully searched the situation in the nearby city. After discovering the lord he was looking for, he used the transformation technique and transformed into a middle-aged woman.
Just as he was about to rush to the city, Daoist Lu Ya could not help but feel speechless.
The soft touch of the soles of his feet, the slight stickiness, and the faint "fragrance" that he smelled at the tip of his nose …
Lu Ya gritted his teeth and cursed a rude beast. He walked out of the forest.
Along the way, Lu Ya inexplicably bumped into two wild wolves that were fighting each other. As he walked, he inexplicably walked into a group of mortal bandits' nest.
Although they did not pose a threat to him, those encounters did spoil his mood.
I feel that my bad luck this time is much easier than the last time.
Daoist Lu Ya recalled how he had almost died from cultivation in the Sun Palace. He could not help but shiver. In his heart, he prayed for his father to protect him and left the forest in a sorry state.
However, such small disasters were endless.
The middle-aged woman that he had transformed into would be bumped into by pedestrians for no reason when he walked on the road. He would encounter two children playing and shooting small bamboo arrows at his eyes …
Or, a cloud suddenly floated past, and with him as the center, a torrential downpour would fall within a radius of a thousand feet.
Lu Ya was so angry that his Dao heart trembled. However, with the previous lesson, he forced himself to remain calm.
He suspected that someone was deliberately messing with him. However, he could not find any traces of him with his immortal senses.
Finally, he stumbled into the city. Lu Ya, who had transformed into a middle-aged woman, lowered his head and silently walked to the alley beside the busiest restaurant in the city. He stood in front of the old man who was dozing off on the table at the entrance of the alley.
This is the place where the senior lives in seclusion.
He was a white-haired fortune-teller who specialized in fortune-telling.
A table and a tablecloth with the words "Nine out of ten divinations are inaccurate, ten divinations a day" written on it were all the old fortune-teller had.
"Ahem!" Lu Ya coughed dryly.
The old fortune-teller did not even raise his head. He replied weakly, "I can't. I've used up the ten divinations for today. Sir, come again another day."
"Really?"
Daoist Lu Ya sent a voice transmission. "Senior, since you stayed here to see me, why did you lower your head and not see me?"
"Huh?"
The old fortune-teller looked up. His old eyes were a little confused.
"Madam, who are you? Have I met you before, Madam?
Eh? Madam, your glabella is black. You seem to be facing a bloody calamity. "
Daoist Lu Ya pulled a long stool over and sat opposite the long table. He smiled and said, "It's precisely because of such a calamity that I came to seek your guidance. I wonder if this calamity can be resolved."
The old fortune-teller held his white beard and looked a little indecent. He looked a little troubled.
"Madam, why don't you sit here for half a day? After midnight tonight, I will be able to continue divining for others. There's no harm in divining one of the ten divinations tomorrow. "
Daoist Lu Ya frowned slightly and said, "Senior, it's not appropriate for me to appear here for too long. Why don't we find a quiet place to talk?"
"I can't do that." The old fortune-teller waved his hand hurriedly. "Although I don't have a wife or children, I'm still a reputable fortune-teller in a radius of hundreds of kilometers. If I stay alone with you in the same room, I'm afraid people will gossip."
Daoist Lu Ya looked down with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. "Senior, do you really not care about our past relationship?"
"What do you mean?"
The old fortune-teller immediately perked up and carefully sized up the woman in front of him. "Do I know you?"
Daoist Lu Ya sighed and looked sad. However, he knew that he could not force anything. He stood up, bowed, and turned to leave.
"Ahem! Your Highness? Why are you here? "
Suddenly, he heard a voice transmission behind him.
A middle-aged man in a short-sleeved shirt stuck his head out of the window at the bottom of the restaurant next door. He was holding an iron pot and a ladle.
"Wait for me to finish cooking this dish. Wait a moment, Your Highness. There are still two tables of guests waiting!"
Daoist Lu Ya was speechless and trembled. He almost revealed his main body and burned the city with a mouthful of True Sun Fire!
…
"What will Lu Ya do now?"
On the Xiao Qiong Mount, Li Changshou sat in front of the Pill Furnace and pondered quietly. In the pitch-black Pill Furnace in front of him, the pills that were about to be formed were already emitting waves of light.
At that moment, he was multitasking. Apart from refining pills, he was also monitoring the black leopard's movements from afar. At the same time, he was thinking about the specific measures for the reform of the Netherworld in the secret chamber.
The black leopard was heading towards his Cave Abode.
However, what the black leopard did not know was that the water demon, Miao Miao, had already packed her bag and left the Cave Abode two days ago.
Li Changshou did not know the exact reason. It was probably because …
Had he loved her?
Perhaps the water demon had sensed that the black leopard had been embroiled in a huge karma and was afraid that he could not withstand the karma, so he took the opportunity to leave.
The water demon left a letter for the black leopard. Out of respect for the privacy of living beings, Li Changshou did not open it to read.
However, to be safe, he used his immortal senses to witness the process of the water demon writing the letter.
In the letter, he only wrote that their marriage had ended and that they would be separated from each other. There was no need to look for or worry about them in the future.
The poor black leopard did not know what he would face after returning to Golden Ao Island.
He did not know how much of a blow the matter of the water demon, Miao Miao's departure would affect the black leopard's personality …
What was the specific plan this time?
Actually, there was no plan. Li Changshou's plan was to send a declaration to chase after Daoist Lu Ya and reveal the news to the black leopard.
He had only thrown two stones, one big and one small, into the pool of demons. It was unknown what kind of splashes and waves he could cause.
This time, Li Changshou … actually wanted to have some peace and quiet.
It was not that he thought that the "exhaustive method" was too tiring. On the contrary, it was an attempt that Li Changshou had decided to make after reflecting on himself.
"Inaction"
In Li Changshou's understanding, inaction meant that all the possibilities of the matter developing were within the scope that he could deal with.
No matter how the matter developed, it would not affect him. It was just a matter of how many benefits it would bring him.
The worst case scenario for the Celestial Court to send a declaration to kill Lu Ya was … that he would be captured by the Goddess Nuwa and sent to the Goddess's Palace to be reformed through labor for a few "moments".
That was completely within Li Changshou's tolerance. He could even use that opportunity to comprehend the Dao runes of the Saint and improve his Dao realm.
He looked down at his palm lines …
The feeling of not having to worry about schemes and everything being under his control was indeed not bad.
That was also a chain reaction brought about by the increase in his cultivation level, the increase in his authority in the Dao Sect, the increase in the resources in his hands, and the stronger the backing behind him.
However, Li Changshou also knew that he was not really "inaction".
For example, the Lord Sage of Taiqing, who had already acknowledged him as his student, was truly inaction and peace.
When the Saint of Taiqing encountered something that did not suit his wishes, he could casually arrange for outstanding Dharma treasures to deal with it. At most, he could directly wipe it out.
The Mysterious Yellow Taiji Painting was the Three Pure Ones.
The peak of the six Saints shocked the gods and ghosts.
He had just reached a small realm and was still far from it.
Buzz …
The glow in the Pill Furnace meditated. Li Changshou stopped his daydreaming and injected a wisp of immortal power into it. He wrapped the pills in it and slowly forced out the remaining impurities.
Then, the top of the Pill Furnace opened. Round pills flew out and floated in Li Changshou's palm. The glow gradually faded.
A faint fragrance spread out in the pill room.
Li Changshou carefully sensed it for a while and was a little disappointed.
Is refining a sixth-grade Spirit Pill the limit of this Pill Furnace?
Currently, the only thing that hindered his progress on the Dao of alchemy, apart from those heavenly treasures and precious medicines, was these hardware facilities.
He could borrow the Grand Supreme Elder's Eight Trigrams Furnace now.
However, wasn't going to the Tushita Palace to borrow the Eight Trigrams Furnace to refine pills just to ask the Grand Supreme Elder for pills? If the Grand Supreme Elder and Teacher Saint did not like it, wouldn't that be a huge loss?
"Little Shoushou?"
A familiar voice sounded from the door of the Pill Chamber. Li Changshou turned his head and saw a head with short hair poking in from the door.
"What good thing are you refining again? Let me try it! "
"Here." Li Changshou flicked his right hand and flicked a pill.
The head at the door opened its mouth and swallowed the pill. Before it could chew, the pill had already turned into a wisp of clear liquid and slid into its throat.
"Wow … Why does it taste bitter?"
The head muttered. The body that was hiding beside the door jumped in with rays of holy light. It was naturally Jiujiu.
Li Changshou smiled and said, "This is refined for Lingli. Its effect is to strengthen the body. You'll benefit if you eat it."
"What?" Jiujiu could not help but be shocked. "This thing strengthens the body?"
"What's wrong?"
"I can't grow any longer! Otherwise, it will be disharmonious! "
Li Changshou smiled and said, "That's really a great regret of the Primordial World … Ahem, don't worry.
Aunt-Master, are you here to get the wine? Leave it at your usual spot. "
"Hehe." Jiujiu's eyes lit up when she heard that. She jumped to the bookshelf at the side and took two pocket-sized wine pots. "Thank you, Little Shou!
Hmph! I'll go back and continue killing! "
Li Changshou chuckled as he watched Aunt-Master Jiujiu leave on a cloud in satisfaction. There was a hint of emotion in his eyes.
Isn't this a form of inaction?
However, Aunt-Master Jiujiu did not care about the affairs of the world and focused on cultivating in the mountains. On the other hand, he had to face all kinds of complicated games between the sects.
After putting away the pills, Li Changshou used his immortal senses to look at Xiong Lingli, who was cultivating in the forest. He was not in a hurry to give it to her.
At that moment, Xiong Lingli was twice as strong as before. Her entire body emitted a ferocious aura. The bloodline of the Magi in her body had been completely stimulated.
Li Changshou had already obtained the copy of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, but it was not appropriate for him to teach it to Xiong Lingli.
The Eight-Nine Arcane Art could be considered a mystical technique tailored for those with powerful bodies. The stronger one's body was, the easier it would be to master it.
At that moment, Li Changshou had only just comprehended the Eight-Nine Arcane Art. He realized that the mystical technique written by the Lady of Earth was not purely a physical body cultivation technique. The most precious thing about it was the increase in the power of the essence soul.
Li Changshou also decided to try cultivating that mystical technique to strengthen his body.
That way, not only could he increase his safety, but he could also increase the sense of strength and lines of his body. He could also increase his male charm and confidence. It was simply a rare and effective cultivation technique of the Magi.
The Lady of Earth had said that there was no news of the Magi Secret Tome that she had sent to him. If he combined it with the Magi Secret Tome that could temporarily increase the strength of his body …
Imagine such a situation:
One day, Li Changshou would have the Pagoda Master on his head. When he was surrounded by powerful enemies, the other party would use all his strength to temporarily suppress, seal, or send the Pagoda Master flying.
The group of powerful enemies cried tears of joy. They felt that the dawn of victory was right in front of them. They launched a powerful attack on Li Changshou. The Dharma treasures that filled the sky smashed over, but they only produced a series of crisp sounds.
The sword broke, the ruler broke, and the bricks shattered …
Li Changshou calmly pulled open the collar of his Daoist robe, revealing his pale golden skin.
On a rainy day, the Golden Body of Merit and the Eight-Nine Arcane Art are more compatible.
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