Chapter 140: Finally got the corpse of the fierce god!
Zimmer hasn't been married for seven years, so why is he here again?
In a corridor outside the main pavilion of Renhuang Pavilion, Wu Wang and Ji Mo walked together, both holding folding fans in their hands, blowing or fanning them, just like two young princes going out for an outing.
This is where they hang out, which seems a bit weird to other young men.
After all, the Renhuang Pavilion is in charge of the internal affairs of the human domain, and the main pavilion is the core of power in the human domain.
"I rushed here when I heard that you were released from seclusion," Jimo sighed with a smile. "I finally got married, but you couldn't come over. I feel quite regretful after all."
Wu smiled and said, "Then you should bring Le Yao and have a casual meal together."
"She went to take care of her father-in-law's affairs."
Zhi Mo gently waved the folding fan and said slowly: "Recently, there has been some friction between the Po Sun Devil Sect and other sects. She is the young sect leader and sometimes needs to represent the sect and fight with the younger generations of other sects."
Wu Wang said: "I just read the Renhuang Pavilion Case Sect in recent years. After His Majesty severely damaged the gods of the Tiangong Palace in the north, the friction between the sects increased several times, and it is still increasing."
"Well, this is probably what grandma said about the conspiracy in heaven."
Zimmer laughed and said:
"Frictions among sects are actually inevitable. Wherever there are people, there will be conflicts.
As long as we don't really use real fire, it won't harm the sect's vitality, and with Renhuang Pavilion suppressing us, and all the major sects knowing about Tiangong's conspiracy, nothing big will happen."
"Brother Ji, your cultivation has improved rapidly, and you have already reached the late stage of the Immortal Realm."
"She has become a fairy."
Ji Mo smiled like a spring breeze, swaying the folding fan in his hand, and his body swayed slightly, with a look of joy on his face: "The wonder of dual cultivation is indescribable, indescribable, and comfortable... Hahaha!"
Wu Wan couldn't help but kicked him out. Zhi Mo jumped forward half a foot nimbly and winked at Wu Wan.
"Brother Wuwang, you should also find a woman to marry!"
"If you don't become extraordinary, how can you have a family?"
Wu Wang looked solemn, put his hands behind his back, raised his head and said:
"Today, the Heavenly Palace is targeting us, the human realm is in difficulty, all the seniors are working hard to support us, and the descendants of the human realm are in decline.
Without everyone, how can we have a small family?
The master of this palace is dedicated to cultivation, and only has the only intention in his heart to explore forward, strive to achieve extraordinary status as soon as possible, and contribute his meager strength to the future development of the human race!
Brother Ji, you have lost your ability."
Light, there is light shining.
Zhi Mo raised his hands to cover his eyes, not daring to look directly at the shining figure of Wu Wan. Then he looked ashamed and bowed to Wu Wan.
Incomparable, really incomparable to Brother Wuwang!
Wu Wang said: "Brother Ji, I want to severely criticize you, and you will punish yourself when you drink later!"
"Definitely, definitely...isn't the three altars too much? Even the donkeys in Renhuang Pavilion would not dare to drink like this."
"What? It's only been three years since you got married, and now you're starting to take care of yourself?"
Zhi Mo blinked at Wu Huan, who immediately gave him an understanding expression.
The two chuckled a few times and continued to chat in the corridor, and the conversation gradually became less serious.
The two hadn't seen each other for several years. As soon as Ji Mo heard that Wu Wan was out of confinement, he immediately came over and told Wu Wan personally about his wedding to Le Yao. He also told Wu Wan about the situation that day, even if Wu Wan came in person.
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While drinking at Wu Wan's residence, Ji Mo asked Wu Wan if he would return to Miezong and when he would return to Miezong.
Wu Wan took a sip of the fruit wine and sighed: "It will probably take more than ten years before I can go back. In the Renhuang Pavilion, I always feel a little stressed, and I unconsciously think about some big things.
I am still comfortable in Mie Zong, thinking about how to earn spiritual stones externally and save spiritual stones internally every day, so I feel more comfortable."
"Speaking of our sect-annihilating property," Jimo said with a smile, "Can I help you?
Our Ji family has shops for rent in many towns. If the sect needs some shop locations, we can ask them directly."
Wu Wang waved his hand and said seriously: "These are two different things. Public and private cannot be confused. If you are a Dharma protector in the Mie Sect, just do your job as a Dharma protector and don't think too much about anything else."
"Okay," Jimo picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "When Brother Wuwang returns to Miezong, I will take Le Yao to live with Miezong for a few years."
"Come here and show how affectionate you are on weekdays?"
Wu Wan snorted: "Just stay with my wife! How many of you in the Mie Sect believe that you, the Master of the Ji family, are really here to protect the sect?"
Lin Su, who was bringing new wine to the side, chuckled and said: "Young Master, many people think that Mr. Ji came to Mie Sect to be the protector of the Black Desire Sect."
Zhi Mo and Wu Wan looked at each other and laughed a few times each.
Not far away, Dongfang Mumu was having a great time chasing the little eared mouse that was flying upside down with her little hands open.
…
Renhuang Pavilion is an important place in the human domain, and Ji Mo did not stay there for long.
He got together with Wu Wan, ate and drank for two days, and then returned to Ji's home with a few guards to practice and prepare for the battle to become an immortal and receive punishment from heaven.
The two heavenly punishments of becoming an immortal and becoming a transcendent, or two heavenly tribulations, are extremely difficult for monks.
The former is relatively simple and can be passed steadily as long as there is enough accumulation.
A precious, mid-level immortal treasure that protects the Yuan Shen is enough to allow monks who have reached the peak of the Immortal Realm and the elementary level of the Yuan Immortal Realm to safely survive the punishment of becoming an immortal.
However, in the extraordinary calamity, the effect of the top-level guardian soul-like fairy treasures is also limited, and it is mainly necessary to rely on one's own methods to resist.
The heavenly punishment of becoming an immortal is aimed at the living being itself, while the supernatural punishment is aimed at the way of a monk.
After sending Ji Mo away, Wu Wang handled a few minor cases in the Punishment Hall, and was shouted out of the Punishment Hall by Taoist Xiaojian.
When this disciple of Pavilion Master Liu saw Wu Wan, he smiled with pride, the spring breeze rippled, and his face was filled with spring light.
It's not that this master has made a breakthrough in his own realm - when he reaches the realm of Taoist Xiaojian, breakthroughs mainly rely on chance, such as the few new Taoist outlines in the Sutra Collection Hall.
The few scriptures written by Wu Huan are only understood by dozens of top masters in the human world at this moment;
The masters in the human domain cannot all retreat, they must come in batches. Although the Taoists of Xiaojian are also in the extraordinary realm, their realm is similar to that of the great elders. They are new masters, so they have to be queued to the later rounds.
He doesn't even know about those scriptures now.
The main reason for Taoist Xiaojian's good mood is...
"Hahaha, Master Wuwang, my master has gone into seclusion!"
"Pavilion Master is in retreat, why do you feel that senior is so excited?"
"Hahaha? Are you laughing?
Alas, I don’t know what happened to the master in the past two or three years. When nothing happens, I call Pindao to give him a beating, and he also says that his hands are always itchy."
Taoist Xiaojian held his beard and chanted softly, and said with a smile:
"Master told me before retreating that Pindao should be responsible for practicing with the Master of Wuwang Hall. He would practice with the Master of Wuwang Hall for half a day every other day. When should we start today?"
"Let's go now," Wu Wang asked, "Where is the master of the pavilion retreating?"
"In the main hall," Taoist Xiaojian said with a smile, "the master of Wuwang Hall has a training ground specially set aside by Master."
"Pavilion Master, he is really thoughtful."
Wu Wan nodded with a smile, made a gesture of invitation, and rushed to Pavilion Master Liu's residence with Taoist Xiaojian.
Unfortunately, Fairy Ling was still in a state of enlightenment, and Wu Wan was still a little uncomfortable without the aid of the flute.
The two stood at the practice ground, and Wu Wan casually pulled off his robe.
Taoist Xiaojian puts his left hand behind his back, raises his right hand's sword fingers and draws lightly to the side, and flies the long sword on his back to the corner on its own.
The Taoist laughed and said:
"Master has warned me that I should be more energetic, and I must not underestimate the offensive of Master Wuwu, let alone hurt Sect Leader Wuwu during sparring.
Lord Wuwang, please let your horse come over, don’t worry about Pindao, Pindao still has some confidence."
"Senior, Pavilion Master Liu has great trust in you, so I will not hide it from you, senior."
Wu Wan took a gentle breath, and a purple half-moon mark slowly appeared on his forehead. His aura, which had been loose and weak for a moment, suddenly became extremely sharp.
The light in the underground training ground was already a bit dim. At this moment, Wu Wan was standing dozens of feet away from Taoist Xiaojian, and black shadows seemed to appear behind him.
Taoist Xiaojian raised his eyebrows, shook the sword finger of his right hand, and a three-foot-long air sword condensed on his fingertip.
Two layers of golden light appeared everywhere around Wu Huan, the bottom layer of golden light condensed into golden scales, and the outer layer of golden light condensed into the precious armor all over his body.
He took a step forward, and the fairy lights on the six walls were flickering, vaguely like a blue dragon entrenched in the shadows.
"Senior, please enlighten me."
Taoist Taoist Xiaojian has a qi sword glowing at his fingertips, and one or two cyclones are wrapped around his body, as if it will fly away in the wind at any time.
"Come."
The gold and silver colors around Wu Huan's body flashed brightly, and he rushed straight towards him, leaving a trail of afterimages behind him, and punched him in the front without any fancy.
Taoist Xiaojian secretly said that he was going to die, but Wu Wan almost lost his momentum. Fortunately, he was also experienced in many battles. He pointed his sword forward, pulled out dozens of feet of sword light, and killed Wu Wan on the head...
After a while.
Wu Huan sat cross-legged on the flat ground, and the large formation beneath him merged wisps of starlight and pure spiritual energy into Wu Huan's body.
Because it was discovered that Taoist Xiaojian's sword power was not as sharp as expected, the body-protecting golden armor had been taken back to the spiritual platform by Wu Wan during the previous fight.
There is a saying that the quality of Xiaojian Taoist's sparring partner is obviously not as good as that of Master Liu Pavilion.
When facing Wu Huan, although he was able to move freely, he lacked some of the "heavy lifting and lightness" feeling;
The main reason is that when Wu Wang was beaten, it hurt, but the injury was not serious, and it could not have the effect of loosening the muscles and revitalizing the bones.
Of course, it would be great to have such a sparring partner, but you can't be picky.
Wu Huan comforted himself in this way, and tried hard to absorb the power of the stars to temper himself.
And Taoist Xiaojian...
He is sitting three feet away, with his hands in his long hair, his eyes are a little stunned, his face is a little gray, and from his soul to his immortal body, he is interpreting four characters - Doubt Immortality.
Taoist Xiaojian frowned and looked at Wu Wan; Wu Wan's body was shining with silvery white light, and his handsome square face showed no sadness or joy.
Taoist Xiaojian continued to lower his head in trance.
In fact, Taoist Xiaojian was a little resistant at first when he heard his master, pavilion master, and beloved adoptive father say that he should be Wu Wan's sparring partner.
Especially, when the master said that the master had been training with Wu Wan, Taoist Xiaojian, a disciple, felt a little unconvinced in his heart.
The master didn’t even practice sword practice with him several times!
But at this moment, at this place, Dao Xiaojian no longer had these emotions in his heart. He raised his head again and looked at Wu Wu, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart:
'What kind of breed is this?'
The Dao realm of ascending to the Immortal Realm, the spiritual thoughts of the True Immortal Realm, the body that can withstand the attacks of immortals, and that terrible age.
He had just clearly felt it in Wu Wan, a power similar to the power of an innate god, a magic power cultivated by the cultivation method in the human realm, the pure power of the stars...
These powers did not conflict with each other, but instead blessed his body layer by layer.
Just relying on the strength of his body, the spiritual and physical cultivation who have just entered the heavenly realm are no match for Wu Huanzi at this time!
Not to mention, there are also those superb fighting methods!
Even when fighting Wu Huan in close combat, Taoist Xiaojian had to take a step or two back several times because Wu Huan changed his moves too quickly.
It almost forced him to use the latest eleven swords of cold light!
Taoist Xiaojian looked at Wu Wan and thought of those young talents who were enough to amaze the world. He also thought of how high-spirited he was at such an age and how he refused to accept anyone. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Wu Wan opened his eyes, with a solemn expression on his face, and whispered: "Senior, what's wrong? But where did I perform so poorly?"
"No, no, you're fine."
Taoist Xiaojian waved his hands repeatedly, "Let's rest first and recover slowly. I don't have anything urgent to do, so let's discuss it slowly."
"Thank you, senior."
Wu Wang cupped his hands and thanked him, and continued to adjust his breath with closed eyes, relying on the large spirit gathering array arranged here to quickly replenish the body's previous consumption.
After a while, Wu Wang jumped up, his energy was strong and his breath was full.
Taoist Xiaojian immediately stood up with a wooden sword in his hand.
"Come on, Pindao has also figured out how to help you exercise. You have to endure the pain this time."
"Senior, just take action and cry out in pain, even if I am innocent and embarrassed!"
"good!"
Xiaojian took a deep breath and met Wu Wang's eyes. The two took advantage of the opportunity and rushed forward almost at the same time. They disappeared from the spot with two swishing sounds, turning into two groups of light and shadow that collided very quickly...
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Wu Wang limped back to his residence, sat in the medicinal bath prepared by Lin Suqing, gritted his teeth and let out a few groans.
It doesn’t hurt!
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After three months of training with Taoist Xiaojian, Wu Wan not only further strengthened his ability to resist blows, but also improved his tolerance for pain.
That night, Liu Bairen suddenly appeared underground, interrupted his retreat and came to see Wu Wan.
Taoist Xiaojian breathed a sigh of relief after seeing his master. He felt like a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He bowed forward and immediately left.
"Where to go?"
Liu Bairen raised his hand and pressed Taoist Xiaojian's shoulder, pulled him back in front of him, and threw him beside Wu Wan.
Pavilion Master Liu said: "You have practiced well. As a teacher, you have to continue to practice in seclusion. This time you come out of seclusion to give some offerings to Wuhuangzi. Come with me."
The corner of Taoist Xiaojian's mouth twitched slightly and he sighed: "Master, this disciple can't really teach Wu Huanzi anything."
"You just practice with him. How can he still need our guidance for his understanding?"
Liu Bairen walked in front with his hands behind his back, leading them towards the corner of the underground training ground, and said: "This is also His Majesty's will."
"Then disciple accepts the order," Taoist Xiaojian suddenly raised his chest and raised his head, and said with a smile, "Master, you have already said so. If it is a task given by His Majesty, disciple, not to mention sparring, it doesn't matter if Wuwangzi strikes the disciple with a few swords."
Liu Bairen smiled and said nothing, walked to the stone wall in the corner, and slowly pushed forward with his hands.
Several layers of fairy light appeared on the stone wall in front, revealing a disk and two palm prints.
Liu Bairen pressed his big hand up and hummed a relaxing tune. The disc trembled slightly, and a light blue vortex appeared on the stone wall.
An old voice came from the vortex: "Who?"
"This is Liu Bairen."
The voice replied: "Pavilion Master Liu, permission to enter."
The vortex burst out with green light, covering Liu Bairen, Wu Wan, and Taoist Xiaojian together, and dragged the three of them away into a gray world.
Wu Wan only felt his scalp numb at the moment.
What does it mean? Pavilion Master Liu, what does this mean?
With such strict ‘security measures’, who does it protect against?
He was about to express his dissatisfaction with a cold snort, but he was immediately attracted by the strange scene in front of him and looked at the center of this small world.
This place has no direction, no sun, moon or stars, and no great road. It is very much like the 'small world' that Wu Wan once saw in ancient books, which was opened up by top experts with great magical powers.
There is a suspended hall in the middle of this small world. The hall does not have any doors;
There were more than a dozen figures wrapped in gray energy sitting on the top of the hall. At this moment, one person stood up and bowed to Pavilion Master Liu.
Iron chains protruded from the bottom of the main hall, completely wrapping the body of the nine-headed and nine-tailed beast.
Long nephew, also known as the dragonfly.
Occasionally, a green fairy light would slide across the iron chain, as if to keep the power of the fierce god's corpse alive, and on each of the nine fox-headed foreheads, a small white flower would bloom.
Liu Bairen said slowly: "Wuwang, I promised you before that I will give you 10% a year."
Gee, it’s not like ‘I’ll give you 10% of your total divine power in one year’.
"It has been several years now. I should have given you 50% of my divine power directly, but I have carefully calculated that you may not be able to accommodate even 10%."
Liu Bairen raised his left hand and flicked a fox head. The small white flower floated slowly, and the fox head, which was dozens of feet in diameter, turned into powder and dissipated.
Taoist Xiaojian praised: "This is our Majesty's magical power, it must be amazing."
Wu Wan smiled and nodded, his eyes full of enthusiasm.
The little flower fell into Liu Bairen's palm. Liu Bairen pinched out a few talismans with his right hand, making an 'earth basin' appear under the little flower, and then handed it to Wu Wan's hand.
As soon as he got the flowerpot, Wu Wan shivered all over.
His face turned red, his eyes flashed wildly, and he always had the urge to swallow this thing in one gulp.
The divine power is pure and rich, similar to the divine power of the Star God, slightly inferior, but so vast and abundant!
Developed!
What the Ten Evil Palaces, what the bloodline of the Son of God, what a blood pool!
Compared with this, there are nothing more than mountains, rivers and streams compared to a hundred miles of swamp!
Liu Bairen said warmly: "Don't be in a hurry to absorb it. It will be good if you can absorb the power of these fierce gods within a year..."
call out!
A light shone on Wu Wan's chest, and the little flower disappeared, leaving only the flowerpot that turned into fairy power and collapsed.
The three of them stood there stunned. Wu Wang opened his collar, revealing the necklace that had never left his body;
The necklace exuded gleaming light, and a warm breath flowed into Wu Wan's body.
"this?"
Liu Bairen frowned and stared at the necklace on Wu Wan's chest.
Wu Wan clasped the necklace and now realized what the aura was.
Pure divine power, divine power at the same level as the Star God's divine power, is continuous and stable, flowing into his limbs and bones like drizzle nourishing all things!
Wu Wan suddenly realized that this necklace was a treasure that he had seen when he was young and his mother never left her body.
Previously, I thought my mother was just the head of an ordinary seven-day festival. I thought this treasure was at best a fairy treasure that could keep me in touch with my mother at all times.
Now think about the identity revealed by the mother... This necklace is no ordinary treasure!
Taoist Xiaojian looked up at the sky and muttered: "Why is there suddenly an extra star?"
The stars then disappeared, and Wu Wan's mother's reproach arose in Wu Huan's heart:
"Such low-level divine power mixed with the resentment of all living beings is not afraid of spoiling your stomach and damaging your foundation."