Rumeng jumped out of the shadows, clapped her hands, looked at Dao Ming and said, "What should we do next?"
"What else can we do? Of course we need to go to Zhenbei Palace to find help."
Daoming walked up to Zhou Lang and looked into his eyes. Through his pupils, he seemed to see a ferocious demon tiger roaring towards him. The power of [Demon God Transformation] is that it can allow a weak person to inherit everything the demon soul had during his lifetime.
Strength, because of this, after Zhou Lang used [Demon God Transformation], he could suddenly increase his strength from the peak of the three realms to the peak of the fifth realm.
However, this technique also has many limitations and sequelae, but despite this, it is still a top-level technique. If not, [Demon God Palace] would have been eliminated hundreds of years ago.
"Sir Baihu, I thought you would come directly to pick someone up. Looking for help is not in line with the name of our Supervisor of Heaven, who patrols the sky on behalf of the sky and has no taboos."
Rumeng put on a dejected expression.
"There are no taboos. It is to die. The Zhou family is a thousand-year-old family, not to mention how many strong people there are. Just this [Demon God Transformation] is not so easy to deal with. The master of Supervisor Tiansi who died under this technique does not know
How many, let’s just say, if Zhou Lang hadn’t used [Demon God Transformation] once before, and was in a weak and chaotic state, unable to exert his full strength, you wouldn’t necessarily be their opponent.”
Daoming scolded Rumeng.
"Okay, okay, I know, senior brother, they are just talking. By the way, you said senior brother Chen's disciple is also here. Where is he?"
Seeing his senior brother start preaching again, Ru Meng changed the subject.
"Well, I asked him to wait for me at Osmanthus Blossom Tower. He is a good young man who cultivates Taoism. It's a pity that he was wasted by your senior brother Chen."
Every time Daoming thinks about this, he feels a little sad.
"Is he really that good and better than me?"
Rumeng is even more curious.
"You, the gap is probably this much."
Daoming made a gesture.
Rumeng rolled her eyes, feeling that her senior brother was perfunctory.
The two of them took Zhou Lang, who was sealed by the ban nail, into the Zhenbei Palace.
The Zhou family has been rooted in Youzhou for thousands of years. It is a big tree with deep roots and its influence touches all aspects. However, it has only been more than 700 years since the founding of the Chu State. In Youzhou, the Zhou family has great influence.
The lineage between Zhou Lang and his father Zhou Quan is just a branch of the big tree of the Zhou family.
In the palace, the person who received the two people was not the King of Zhenbei himself. Given their rank, they could not see the King of Zhenbei either.
"I didn't expect that the Zhou family would collude with the demon barbarians. I still need to ask my father for instructions on this matter. You two should go back and wait for the news."
The prince Qin Yi said worriedly.
Dao Ming frowned, this was not the answer he wanted, so he raised his hand and said: "Your Highness, how long will it take to wait? If the Zhou family is allowed to react, we will be very passive."
"How presumptuous! A small family wants to teach the prince how to do things, but he can't do it!"
Before Qin Yi could speak, a rigid Confucian scholar next to him immediately scolded Dao Ming. In his opinion, Dao Ming's behavior was really arrogant.
"Mr. Wen, it's okay. Dao Baihu didn't mean it."
"Your Majesty, what you said is wrong. Rules are rules. If there were no rules, wouldn't the world be in chaos?"
"Okay, I'll let it go now. I'll go ask my father for instructions first."
Qin Yi had no choice but to deal with his old-fashioned gentleman. He waved his hand and walked outside.
"Brother, what should we do?"
"What else can we do? Wait, we have already done what we should do anyway. If something happens, it will not be our responsibility."
Dao Ming had an indifferent expression on his face. The Zhou family is a millennium-old family. It would be better if he didn't have to intervene. The credit can't be lost anyway, so why put himself in danger?
"Since everything is fine, let's go see the nephew."
Rumeng suggested.
"It's getting late, let's go tomorrow."
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On the other side, Niu Xiaosheng, who returned to the room, suddenly sneezed. He took off his coat and was about to go to bed to practice. Suddenly his ears moved and he heard some noise. As the perception spread to the surroundings, Li Qingqing, who was wearing a tight night clothes,
It just appeared in his "eyes".
Niu Xiaosheng walked out of the room and stood against the wall at a corner. After a while, Li Qingqing turned around and bumped into his stomach.
Originally, with Li Qingqing's alertness, he would not have noticed someone in the corner. The main reason was that Niu Xiaosheng used the technique of invisible walking to restrain his own aura in a short period of time.
"Little Saint, why are you here?"
After being discovered, Li Qingqing had no intention of hiding it, "I couldn't sleep, so I just took a look."
"Don't look at it. Zhou Lang is no longer on the flower boat. You have to have confidence in my uncle and go back to sleep. Maybe there will be results tomorrow."
Niu Xiaosheng advised.
After gently persuading Li to go back, he also entered the space to meditate. As for whether the other party would continue to sneak out, he couldn't control that much.
The night passed quickly. Niu Xiaosheng opened his eyes, and there seemed to be two flashes of light in his eyes. Without the support of the soul-fixing pill, he simply visualized the practice. The progress of the practice was not very satisfactory. This has nothing to do with aptitude. Soul cultivation is like this. Aptitude has nothing to do with it.
Resources are indispensable.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
A gust of wind blew in from outside. Niu Xiaosheng walked to the window and looked out. He saw Li Qingqing, dressed in white uniform, practicing sword practice in the garden below, attracting many male tenants to watch.
"Girl, practicing alone is boring, why don't I practice with you."
This is a young man who looks a little arrogant. He is wearing a coarse cloth robe. He has his arms folded across his chest. I have an iron sword with a thick layer of calluses at the tiger's mouth.
Hearing the young man's words, Li moved lightly. She had not yet vented her grievances. At this time, someone came to her door, and it was exactly what she wanted.
Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she stretched out her hand to say, "Come here!"
The young man was overjoyed when he heard this, and secretly planned to use all his strength to conquer this beauty under his sword.
call out!
In an instant, he took action, and the iron sword in his hand drew a black light in mid-air. The sword light was like a snake, and the path of the sword was strange and sharp.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had passed more than a dozen moves. Compared with the young man's weird sword technique, Li Qingqing's sword skills were completely opposite. They were majestic and steady, and his swordsmanship was obviously much higher than that of the young man.
Logically speaking, it was impossible for the young man to survive ten moves with Li Qingjian, but at this moment, he fought with her vigorously.
Only the young man was complaining secretly. If it weren't for maintaining his image and a little bit of self-esteem, he would have thrown away the iron sword in his hand and admitted defeat. The opponent's sword seemed ordinary, but it contained strange sword power, yes.
It's not the sword wind or sword energy, it's the sword power transmitted from the sword body.