In the mountains, the middle-aged man holding an oil-paper umbrella suddenly turned around and raised the gathered oil-paper umbrellas suddenly. Suddenly, wisps of demonic flames rose up and struck hard at the bamboo joints in the forest. The rain and dew in the forest instantly fell. It was completely evaporated by the blazing heat.
"court death?"
Lin Zhujie scolded, drew his sword, and drew out the sword in one breath. The sword light swept across, directly crushing the umbrella-holding demon in front of him that was comparable to the eleventh realm.
In the sword light, wisps of black energy drifted away.
In the wind, the voice of the inner demon holding the umbrella came: "Oh, it turns out that he is a twelve-level sword cultivator. He was mistaken. See you again. Oh no... I hope we won't see you again!"
"..."
Lin Zhujie frowned, and when he was about to follow it, he found that the inner demon turned into blue smoke and disappeared into the deep mountains and forests in the blink of an eye, and was nowhere to be found.
Weird, really weird!
He frowned. This time he traveled north to the world of monsters. It was time to go back to the mountain and tell his husband and the mountain owner about the situation here. It might be of some benefit to the world.
…
Bailu Lake, Zhongbailu Ruins.
After a day and night of observation and understanding, Chen Ben gained the most, gaining a total of seventeen fists. When he integrated all these fists into his own Dao root, the farmer's nine fists under Chen Ben's operation already had It's a different atmosphere.
Next is Yu Wanning. She has refined seven fists in total. Although she is not as good as Chen Ben, she is far more than others. Followed closely is Chu Yu, who has refined three fists. She has also benefited a lot. Ten The bottleneck of a first-level warrior seems to have been reached.
After that came Muzhen. One day and one night, this rough man finally obtained a fist spirit with perseverance and refined it. He benefited greatly for a while. Although he could not see where the threshold of the rebirth realm was, he could rely on his perseverance. With his martial arts spirit of refusing to admit defeat, he has actually improved a lot.
Zhuang Yirong is too young, and his understanding is not too bad, so he has not gained any ray of fist intention. However, here in Bailu Lake, with the nourishment of fist intention, there will naturally be many benefits.
The most embarrassing thing is Lin Zhao. As a mountain lord and an eighth-level martial artist, he has gained nothing just like Zhuang Yirong. Whenever Zhong Bailu’s fists come to Lin Zhao, they are like hiding from the god of plague, and they don’t dare to near.
In the sky, the radiance of the ruins became weaker and weaker. Soon, the chaotic fists all over Bailu Lake dissipated one by one. The ruins of Zhong Bailu turned into a bright light and disappeared into the air, as if they had entered the drift of time again. , I don’t know when or where the next manifestation will be.
"Yo ho~~~~"
Huang Tingyu, who was carrying the fairy sword Amber, glanced at the mountain master with a sly look and said: "Mountain Master, there is something wrong with you. In terms of martial arts understanding, you Lin Zhao is definitely one of the best in our mountain villa, but you don't have a single ounce of fist power." Where’s the harvest?”
As he said that, he put his hand on his hips and pointed at the sky: "Zhong Bailu, I advise you not to be ignorant of good and evil!"
"Okay, okay!"
Lin Zhao directly gave this guy a kick and said: "Now that the matter here is over, pick up your sword and return to the snowy Tianchi. This is a place of right and wrong, so don't stay for a long time."
"Um!"
Zhi Zhi nodded with a smile and immediately raised his sword.
Lin Zhao stood in the sword light and quickly returned to the snowy Tianchi. His sword eyebrows were furrowed. In fact, he was also thinking about why he didn't get recognition for his fist intention. Logically speaking, he shouldn't!
At this time, in Lin Zhao's body, the Fire Dragon Seal turned into a flaming little fire dragon, galloping between the veins, constantly tempering and polishing Lin Zhao's physical foundation, and constantly making his peak state more solid.
It is solid, and right in the Dantian, there is a ray of Chaos Fist Intent glowing with golden light, looking like a self-centered person.
In fact, when Mr. Bai gave Lin Zhao a ray of chaotic fist intention, this fist intention became the "origin" of Lin Zhao's boxing skills. Mr. Bai is the founder of martial arts in the world, and his wisp of fist intention sits in Dantian.
, Zhong Bailu’s chaotic fists were like seeing gods, how could they not be like hiding from the god of plague?
…
Tianchi in the snow, a garden on the top of the mountain.
In Dongzang, Liu Liying had prepared a sumptuous dinner to welcome the warriors. Tang Guangjun, Su Shanjun, and Han Buyu were all invited to the mountain to drink and dine together.
After eating and everyone dispersed, Lin Zhujie came back at this time.
He did not go back to the academy to see his teacher Gu Lingyu first. After all, the owner of the snow-covered Tianchi is Lin Zhao, the mountain owner. When Gu Lingyu, carrying a long sword, returned to the mountain top garden to look at Dongzang, Liu Liying was about to use her means to cleanse him.
When I picked up the bowl, I suddenly felt like a hungry ghost: "Do you still have something to eat? I have been on the road for a long time and I am hungry..."
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded: "Dong Zang, stir-fry a piece of bacon and bamboo shoots, add a piece of green garlic and haggis, and bring two bowls of rice and fish soup left in the pot so that Lin Zhujie can eat enough."
"Yes, sir!"
Soon after, the food was served. Lin Zhujie picked up his chopsticks and began to eat. While eating, he praised: "Miss Dongzang's cooking skills are truly unparalleled in the world. If there were eyes in this world, all the people in the world would be able to cook."
It’s only right to give Miss Dongzang a chef who is enshrined in heaven and earth.”
Dongzang Lidou smiled slightly.
Lin Zhao, on the other hand, was free to use the Farmer's Nine Fists at the door, continuing to increase the progress of the martial arts breakthrough.
"Mountain Master!"
After Lin Zhujie had eaten and drank enough, he came up and sat on the steps not far from Lin Zhao and said, "There is something I want to tell you."
"Yeah." Lin Zhao nodded.
Dongzang turned around and went to work. What Lin Zhujie wanted to say must be very important. She didn't dare to overstep it. Even if she overheard it accidentally, it would be inappropriate. Liu Liying, on the other hand, drifted to the top of the mountain to pray for the natural beauty.
Ju gathered his spiritual energy and went away.
Lin Zhujie frowned with a solemn expression and said: "When I was traveling around the demon world, I seemed to have encountered the legendary inner demon. He held an oil-paper umbrella and was good at bewitching people's hearts, causing civil wars in the demon world.
, when I killed him with one sword, there was no body, only a puff of black smoke floating away."
"It's the demon inside the umbrella."
Lin Zhao frowned and said: "It is a relatively basic kind of inner demon, and it is also the most numerous among the inner demons. Not only did you encounter it, but a group of us also encountered it when we were practicing at the Zhong Bailu ruins in Bailu Lake.
An inner demon holding an umbrella was finally killed by Lao Huang with a sword."
"ah?"
Lin Zhujie was surprised: "Can Brother Huang kill the inner demon of the umbrella holder?"
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded: "He is in the Thirteenth Realm. Once he steps into the Ascension Realm, the height is different, so it is easier for Lao Huang to kill the inner demon of holding the umbrella."
"knew."
Lin Zhujie stood up and clasped his fists, saying: "I just want to inform the mountain master that this matter has already happened in the world of monsters. The rest of the people are not very good at planning. Lin Zhujie is not very good at it. It's time to go and see sir."
"Go ahead."
Watching Lin Zhujie go away, Lin Zhao frowned. The figure of the inner demon holding an umbrella appeared in both the human race and the demon race. The signs that the rain was about to come became more obvious. The catastrophe was coming, but
What I know is still too little.
…
Soon after, he was sweating profusely from practicing boxing and his physical strength was exhausted. Lin Zhao sat by the lotus pond, surrounded by spiritual energy, and began to practice the Eternal Sword Sutra.
Lin Zhao, who practiced the Sword Sutra, already seemed to have the temperament of a swordsman. Wisps of ethereal sword intent lingered around him, and the heavy swords were automatic without wind. Even the Dragon-Slaying Sword, Zhan Lu, was carried on his back.
The sword also sensed it, and when the sword's intention was strong enough, the three-inch stream of time glowed with brilliance.
Lin Zhao frowned, but did not reject this unexpected situation, so he continued to refine the three inches of time water while practicing the Eternal Sword Sutra.
Although the flowing water of this time is only three inches, the rules of the great road contained are so profound that it seems that it can never be refined. Every time Lin Zhao refines it, it is like looking down into the abyss, but he can still dig out a lot of
The untapped power of rules.
Soon, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his mind was immersed in the flow of time.
Vaguely, Lin Zhao saw a mountain. The mountain was endless and majestic. This was not the first time that Lin Zhao had seen this mountain through the passage of time. However, at this time,
Can see more clearly.
He squinted his eyes to see more clearly, and suddenly his heart was buzzing and trembling. Soon, as far as his eyes could see, the veins of this sacred mountain appeared in front of him one by one. Lin Zhao could even see the lines hidden deep in the earth.
of mountain roots.
Every mountain root contains a rich mountain atmosphere. At this time, these mountain roots seem to have been eroded by something. Where the erosion has occurred, black water droplets are dripping. Those water droplets are like drizzle, falling continuously and falling into the sky.
world.
Suddenly, one of the black water droplets suddenly changed, and an old man holding an oil-paper umbrella appeared from the water droplet. He stared at Lin Zhao with a pair of eyes and sneered: "Who dares to pry into the secret of heaven?!"
Lin Zhao's heart trembled and he withdrew from the flow of time.
His heart was pounding non-stop. He had the feeling of being face to face with an umbrella-carrying demon. For a moment, he felt extremely depressed. At the hole eroded through the sacred mountain, every drop of black water was an umbrella-carrying demon.
Inner demons, these inner demons are constantly falling into the world now.
Moreover, these are just precursors of a catastrophe.
…
On a moonlit night, ghosts roam the world, and the western border is deserted.
"Whoosh!"
A ray of blazing light descended from the sky and landed at the foot of a group of majestic mountains. It transformed into a young man wearing a fiery red shirt. There was a very gorgeous flame mark between his eyebrows. When he smiled slightly, many fangs were exposed at the corners of his mouth.
Said: "It's about to begin. After waiting for so long, it's finally about to kick off."
As he spoke, his body sank suddenly, and the majestic aura of the monsters surged all over his body. The flame marks in his eyebrows buzzed, and a giant beast's dharma was spread out behind him. The giant beast's body was covered in flames.
, like a rhinoceros, a legendary fire beast.
And this young man is a Demon King of the Thirteenth Realm in Wuwu Mountain.
