General Jin Jia raised his eyebrows: "This man is deceitful and ruthless. The literary saint would actually accept him as his disciple?"
Fu Zhixue said calmly: "As the saying goes, there is no distinction between teachings. Everyone has something worthy of being taught. If the master accepts a disciple, I am afraid that the Marquis is not qualified to point fingers."
His master is a great literary sage, ranking among the three nobles.
Even if General Jin Jia is a powerful lord, he cannot be arrogant towards Wen Sheng.
Fu Zhixue continued: "The Marquis has just killed the Lord of the Punishment Realm of the Netherworld. Although the Netherworld has nominally surrendered to our dynasty, it is inevitable that there are some remnants of the Netherworld Taoist Army who plan to seek revenge on the Marquis. I heard that the Netherworld has surrendered to our court in name.
Daojun's former disciples have already found you."
General Jin Jia's expression changed, and he said solemnly: "I want five thousand official positions!"
Fu Zhixue said calmly: "Your Majesty allowed me to take charge of the staff out of trust in my subordinates. Three thousand is already the limit. Please forgive me, Lord Marquis."
"Humph!" General Jinjia snorted coldly, and left with a puff of sleeves.
As the golden-armored general left, the terrifying pressure around him instantly dissipated.
The white light from which the token fell gradually became blurry and dim.
"You actually provoked Shenwei Hou Xu Guizong, you really want me to cause trouble." Fu Zhixue murmured: "However, the thing our sect is least afraid of is trouble."
"This token can only call me once at most. If you run into trouble again, I'm afraid I won't be able to save you."
Fu Zhixue looked at Lu Yu, then glanced at the direction where General Jin Jia left, and his figure gradually disappeared.
"Crack!"
The token seemed to have lost its last trace of strength, and finally fell to the ground weakly, completely losing its luster.
And Lu Yu was always in a coma.
His body was seriously injured, and under the powerful pressure of the world lord level, even if the opponent was just a shadow, his current cultivation level was not something he could withstand.
Now, all the muscles and bones in Lu Yu's body have been shattered, and numerous large and small meridians have been broken. Streams of blood are gradually flowing down from his muscles.
But maybe Lu Yu didn't expect that a strong force began to gradually spread within Lu Yu's body.
Lu Yu's original physique was strong enough, and the strength of his muscles and bones far exceeded that of monks of the same level.
Because of this, even if he received the inheritance from Marquis Que, only a few could absorb it.
But now, Xu Guizong broke all the meridians and muscles all over Lu Yu's body, which happened to be invisible and provided Lu Yu with an opportunity to be recast again.
Countless meridians and bones began to be repaired quickly with the support of Marquis Que's huge magic power.
The re-condensed bones are covered with a dazzling golden light on the surface, and there are countless ancient seal characters engraved on them. The extraordinary features of these bones can be seen at a glance.
As Lu Yu breathed in and out, wisps of turbid air were expelled from the body. Every time he breathed out, Lu Yu's breath became stronger and stronger.
He seemed to have entered an ancient state of cultivation. He seemed to be sleeping, but his whole body was constantly cultivating.
boom!
With the loud sound in Lu Yu's body, the bottleneck in the later stage of the Supreme Realm was directly broken through, and everything about the progress of cultivation seemed to be a matter of course.
One day, two days...
As time passed, Lu Yu's cultivation gradually became stronger.
And on the tenth day, the peace of hell was suddenly broken again.
"Who told me what happened in Wangtian City of our Yinluo Sect!" A cold and cold voice suddenly came out in the sky above Hell.