"The disciple of Wen Sheng?"

General Jin'er raised his eyebrows: "This son is a deceitful person and is cruel and ruthless. Will Wen Sheng accept him as his disciple?"

Fu Zhixue said lightly: "There is no distinction between teachings, and anyone has something worthy of being taught. The master is afraid that the marquis is not qualified to point fingers."

His master is a dignified literary saint and is ranked among the third minister.

Even if the Golden Armor General is a Marquis of Shenwei, he will not be arrogant to Wen Sheng.

Fu Zhixue continued: "The Marquis just killed the master of the punishment world in the Netherworld. Although the Netherworld has nominally surrendered to our dynasty, there are inevitably some remnants of the Netherworld Taoist Army who intend to seek revenge on the Marquis. I heard that the Netherworld

The former disciple of Daojun has already come to you."

The golden general's face changed and he said in a deep voice: "I want five thousand official positions!"

Fu Zhixue said lightly: "The Lord asked me to take charge of the Ministry of Personnel out of trust in the lower class. Three thousand is already the limit, so please forgive me."

"Hmph!" The Golden Armored General snorted coldly and left with his sleeves.

As the Golden Armored General left, the terrifying pressure around him instantly disappeared.

The white light falling from the token gradually became blurred and dim.

"You will actually provoke Xu Guizong, the Marquis of Shenwei. You will really cause trouble for me." Fu Zhixue murmured: "However, what we are most afraid of is trouble."

"This token can only call me once at most. If you encounter trouble again, I am afraid I will not be able to save you."

Fu Zhixue looked at Lu Yu, then glanced at the direction where the golden armored general left, and his figure gradually dissipated.

"Click!"

The token seemed to have lost its last trace of strength, and finally fell to the ground powerlessly, completely losing its luster.

And Lu Yu was always in a coma.

His body was injured too seriously. Under the powerful pressure of the realm master level, even if the other party was just a phantom, it was not something his current cultivation level could bear.

Now Lu Yu's muscles and bones have all broken, and his meridians of all sizes have also broken countless times, and wisps of blood have gradually flowed down his muscles.

But perhaps Lu Yu didn't expect that a strong force began to spread gradually in Lu Yu's body.

Lu Yu's original body was strong enough, and his muscles and bones were far stronger than those of the same level of monks.

Because of this, even if he obtained the inheritance of Que Hou, he could absorb only a few.

Now, Xu Guizong broke all the meridians and muscles and bones on Lu Yu's body, which invisibly provided Lu Yu with an opportunity to recast again.

Countless meridians and bones, supported by Que Hou's huge magic power, began to repair quickly.

The recondensed bones are covered with a dazzling golden light on the surface, and there are countless ancient seal script engraved on it. You can see the extraordinaryness of these muscles and bones at a glance.

As Lu Yu breathed, wisps of turbid air were discharged from his body. Every time he breathed, Lu Yu's breath became stronger and stronger.

He seemed to have entered an ancient state of cultivation, seemingly sleeping, but his whole body was constantly practicing.

boom!

With a loud noise in Lu Yu's body, the bottleneck in the late stage of the Supreme Realm was directly broken through, and the progress of cultivation seemed to be natural.

One day, two days...

As time goes by, Lu Yu's cultivation is gradually becoming stronger.

And on the tenth day, the peace of hell was suddenly broken again.

"Who told me what happened in Wangtian City of my Yinluo Sect!" An extremely cold voice suddenly came from the sky above hell.
Chapter completed!