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sixty-five, ebony master

Chen Lu said: "Needless to say, it's my old man's old tightrope again. It's the same old routine. He uses poison to control you and do things for him, right? There's no need to talk about this. First tell me which monster it is.

The evil spirit possesses you and kidnaps Mr. Li?"

Han Liuer cried and said: "Master Mingjian, what kind of magic does Beibian know? It's those thieves..."

Li Xian interrupted him and asked: "Which guard do those thieves belong to?"

Han Liuer said: "According to them, it is from Ke Dun Qian Hu Suo. Hu Yantong holds the warrant to go up to the peak. As for which peak, Beibian doesn't know. The warrant is for Qian Hu Suo to destroy the mission."

"Seeing Master Chen's mercy, Qianhu no longer listened to Hu Yantong's orders and withdrew their troops. They threw Beibian on the mountain and let Beibian destroy himself. They haven't given me the antidote for a long time. Beibian begged Hu Yantong.

, he didn’t give me the antidote, and I couldn’t live more than three days. I cherish my life so much, I’m sorry to the court, and I’m sorry to your lord.”

Chen Lu's anger subsided a lot, and he felt a bit disgusted, greedy for life, and afraid of death. He said: "In this case, you should go to Qianhu Station. Whether you can find that bullshit Hu Yantong depends on your luck.

I don’t have time to get entangled with you in such nonsense, Master Siyan, we’ll leave right away.”

Before Li Xian could speak, he picked up Li Xian and ran away. However, he hit something like a wall, knocking Chen Lu so hard that stars appeared in his eyes.

Chen Lu was furious: "You shameless villain, I want to let you go, but you don't want to repent and use sorcery indiscriminately. If I spare you this time, I won't even be able to live."

He said he was about to take action.

Li Xian stopped him quickly and said, "Mr. Chen, this has nothing to do with him. The two of us have tried running several times, but we have also failed."

Chen Lu calmed down, unwilling to give in, and tried several more times, but all failed. At this time, he heard a burst of horrifying laughter, which sounded like a ghost.

What followed was uninterrupted laughter, and then the sound changed. Tigers roared, lions roared, ghosts cried and gods howled, one after another, with long tail notes and endless echoes.

The three people covered their ears, but they still felt physically and mentally trembling, and their livers and gallbladders were splitting. The shouting continued for two quarters of an hour, and then they stopped. They saw that Li Xian and Han Liu'er had fainted.

Chen Lu's "Heavenly Steps in the Ten Directions of the World" reached the fifth level, and his concentration reached a certain level before he persisted.

He calmed down and listened, and there was indeed no movement. He clapped his right palm and performed the fifth level of "Heavenly Steps in the Ten Directions of the World". There was a lot of jingling noise all around, but no effect at all.

He was desperate and shouted loudly: "Hey, friend, you must be a fan of my old man, right? Invite me here to sign autographs or take photos, but why are you trapping us here? It's not fun at all.

.”

What came over was only his own echo, and it echoed over and over again. Chen Lu judged that this was in a deep mountain and old forest, not an ordinary valley, nor an ordinary solitary mountain, but more dangerous than Chijin Mountain.

He shouted again: "If you want that Qinglong Sword, just say it. I am always fond of the new and dislike the old. I have had enough fun with it long ago. Just use it and make do with it. I will tell you the sword skills. I am not boasting.

My life depends on the safety of the world. If our mission misses the date of its journey to the west, the world will be in chaos. I know you are listening."

Chen Lu kept calling, but no one paid attention to him. Chen Lu was thirsty and hungry, so he pushed the two of them, who were still unconscious. He tried breathing and knew that they were fine. He also understood that the weird people here did not necessarily want their lives.

Just when Chen Lu was about to sit down and close his eyes to rest, he saw the huge monster approaching.

Chen Lu was on guard and was about to take action when the monster started talking in Mongolian: "The Zen Master asked me to pick you up. Come with me."

Chen Lu was doubtful and glanced at the two of them. He was still asleep and couldn't care about them. Let's talk about it later. He heard that he was a Zen master. He should be a cultivator of immortality. Most of them are good people.

He had a blue belt to protect him and felt confident. He followed the monster and walked away. Feeling light and airy, he came to an archway. There was another plaque on the archway with four golden Chinese characters "Yuebai Fengqing" written on it.

They walked into a main hall, and there were some strange people standing on both sides. They all had one thing in common. They were holding a wooden board with green leaves in their hands, similar to the wat board used by ministers when they went to court. But how could there be green leaves on this wat board?

?

Chen Lu had no time to think about it, the monster had already swept him with its tail. Chen Lu came under the throne.

This throne is higher than the throne in the capital and the throne in Xing. There is a skinny old man sitting diagonally on it, wearing a black cloak with some black leaves on it. Not one leaf is the same, and the top of the cloak is overlapping.

Stacked, strangely shaped.

He wore a crown on his head, with six golden branches hanging down from it, and leaves on it covering his face.

Chen Lu didn't know what it was and didn't want to know. He had calmed down and asked, "Are you that Zen master and a fan of my old man? Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

As soon as the words came out, there was already an explosion below, and there was a commotion. Some branches came out from nowhere and hit Chen Lu, or rather they flicked them, accompanied by waves of pine waves.

The Zen master opened his mouth: "I am Zen Master Wumu. You see clearly and don't talk nonsense anymore."

Chen Lu searched hard in his brain, but there was no record of this thing. What is this thing? It must be another ghost or something.

So he said: "I don't understand what you are talking about. You and I go our own way, but you mess with us for no reason. I don't care about you, and now I just want to take Mr. Li back to the mission. As for the Qinglong Sword, I just said

I said it, you can play with it if you like."

The Zen master laughed and said: "You are an interesting person, which suits my taste. Do you think we are monsters?"

Chen Lu sarcastically said: "It's not a monster, why can't you enter my camp? Why did you use Han Liu'er's blood to enter the camp? Don't talk about a three-year-old child, it's exactly a four-year-old child. It's not really what my old man said,

In order to meet and sign autographs? Just tell me clearly, what do you want?"

"Okay. We are what you say we are. It doesn't matter. In short, it's true that you can't escape here. Give us your "World and Ten Directions Heavenly Steps" technique, and we won't interfere with each other.

Everyone goes his own way."

Chen Lu heard it, and behind the Zen master were those pushing hands again, asking: "What good does this exercise do to you?"

The Zen master said: "You asked the wrong question. This technique is of no use to you at all. It is passed on to us for cultivating immortals. Someone told me that the 'World and Ten Directions Heavenly Steps' is most suitable for cultivating immortals and can achieve twice the result with half the effort."

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Chen Lu also laughed loudly: "You've exposed your secret! You're such a fairy if you don't ask for it! You guys are just weird. It's none of your business whether this 'Worldly Steps in Ten Directions' is of any use to me, old man? Tell me.

For you, if you want to succeed in cultivating immortality, the most important thing is not to obtain any skills, but the most important thing is the word 'cultivation', which means cultivating oneself, cultivating one's character, and cultivating morality. Otherwise, any skills will not be available, or even pass by.
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