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Chapter 1178 Veteran

Standing in front of the palace gate, Governor Lu's legs were already shaking.

He was a governor-level venerable, so naturally he had been to Senluo Hall. He had been there once when he was taking the exam, but he had never been there since.

Why?

The grade is too low.

Even if you enter Luodu, you cannot attend the court meetings in the underworld.

Senluo, Senluo, the place where all the Yamas stand is not a place for a second-step Venerable like him to set foot in. Even a saint might not be able to enter the main hall and can only wait in line outside.

The moment he saw the Senluo Palace, he realized that he had made a mess.

Big basket!

How could a mortal possibly have Senluo Palace in his memory?

thump!

Governor Lu knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

clack.

The iron boots fell to the ground.

Come into view.

Governor Lu looked at the black and red robe and dared not look up. He kept begging for mercy, "Yan Luo, spare my life. I didn't know that man was Yan Luo. Please spare my life for the fact that I have guarded the prefecture for a thousand years and once followed the late emperor to kill Chen Tianyuan."

"Are you a veteran?"

The voice came, hoarse and ethereal, which made people feel refreshed.

Governor Lu thought carefully.

He didn't know who the visitor was, whether it was Yan Luo, Yin Shuai, or just the Censor, but no matter which one it was, he couldn't afford to offend him.

No wonder that mortal advised him not to take action. He regretted not listening.

"Yes, I am a veteran of the Meng War Department. I am the centurion Fei Zhan, the thousand-man commander Li Meng, the ten-thousand-man commander Zhu Yanhui, and the general Wo Huoqi." Mu Lu listed all his former superiors in the War Department.

He remembered that he was still a Jindan at that time, fighting with the demons in Tianyuan. Some of his comrades fell down, and some of their souls flew out of the body. He was lucky and did not die in the battle. Later, he was awarded for his military merits.

However, due to his lack of talent, he could never reach the third level of sainthood.

"A hero..."

The owner of the hoarse voice was filled with emotion.

Governor Lu heaved a sigh of relief and said hurriedly, "I dare not call myself a hero." Fortunately, he is not without a backer and has a solid resume. Centurion Fei Zhan is now a saint in charge of an area. As long as he is deployed, he can finally cope with it. Even if he doesn't consider his own face, he has to consider the face of his superiors.

The night was dark, without wind or cloud. Behind the long steps was an abyss with no end in sight. The tall figure standing in front of him seemed like an unchanging mountain, which made Lu Zhoumu extremely curious.

He took a peek secretly.

I was completely stunned at first glance.

His mouth opened wide in disbelief, and his eyes were focused like needles.

He wanted to shout out, but his tense body made him completely stiff.

……

Red-haired waterfall.

The horns point obliquely to the sky.

The Hell Transfiguration robe makes him look tall and strong.

The tall figure tilted his face slightly and his eyes slowly dropped.

Mu Lu, who was kneeling on the ground, seemed to be looking up at the sky in the underworld, his throat rolling but no sound came out. Ever since God went into seclusion nine hundred years ago, stories have been circulating in the underworld that God was not in seclusion but disappeared, but many people did not believe it, and he did not believe it either.

Because he actually participated in the Tianyuan War.

I have also truly witnessed the power of God.

A large area of ​​the Demon Abyss was shattered by a single hammer. How could such a powerful being disappear? However, he never expected that he would see him so closely one day.

"Oh...Oh my God!"

Governor Lu was so shocked that he kowtowed with tears in his eyes: "I have a portrait of God in my home and I often worship it."

"If you are upright, it doesn't matter if you don't bow to me when you see me!"

Governor Lu was greatly shocked and said sadly, "I have no second thoughts about the underworld."

If it was his superior, he would have other ways to respond. If it was the inspector, he could talk about his background and resume. However, the sky of the underworld standing in front of him was like the widely discussed "God" suddenly turned into a person and walked out. This sense of distance was indescribable, and he had no idea what to do.

"The fact that you followed Wu Rong to fight that battle where you had little chance of winning is enough to prove your loyalty to the underworld.

"The late emperor..." Governor Lu was shaking like a sieve, feeling excited and inspired.

"Do you still remember the oath you made in the underworld?"

Governor Lu opened his mouth and said, "Life and death are determined by fate, good and evil will be rewarded..."

“Why do something unfair?”

Governor Lu fell to the ground howling, his body twisted like a frozen insect, searching for support and warmth, but he couldn't find what he had lost. The foundation of the underworld is that good and evil will be rewarded, and it is fair. These should have been his amulets. Governor Lu cried loudly, "Please God give me another chance."

Tu Shanjun looked at the old soldier and asked, "Why can you fight so hard in the face of death, but become like this in peacetime?"

"no way."

Lu Zhoumu frankly said that the trembling after fear is a kind of broken-pot mentality, or even resentment: "If I don't do this, I will never be able to become one of them. The resources I get will gradually be reduced, and the merits I have made will also be exploited. I really can't stay out of it."

"God, if you are really the heaven of the underworld, why don't you open your eyes and take a look at the underworld today!"

Tu Shanjun nodded and responded: "No one can escape!"

The sound was not loud but it seemed like the imprint of the laws of heaven and earth.

"You wait for them up ahead, soon."

Before Lu Zhoumu could come to his senses, the sanity in his eyes had completely disappeared, leaving only his increasingly powerful spiritual wisdom. …

It's just a matter of a moment inside and outside.

When Lu Zhoumu's palm landed on Song Zhong's forehead, the consciousness in his eyes gradually disappeared, and now there was only eternal calmness, and he slowly put down his palm, even the yin messengers around him were all the same, there was no different color at all, and they all turned into "gods".

Song Zhong's eyes were full of shock.

To him, the arrogant county magistrate was slapped away by the governor.

The governor of a state just stretched out his hand and became someone like a county magistrate.

What a terrifying power!

It completely overturned his outlook on life for many years.

When he was in Dazhen, he just thought that he should take the imperial examination and become an official to change his life.

But after arriving in the underworld, every official he met possessed powerful spiritual power that could be called a natural disaster, and he was unable to resist even an ordinary underworld messenger.

Everything is beyond explanation.

Tu Shanjun shook his head in disappointment. Perhaps he had misjudged you again. He said with some regret: "Forget it. I thought you would be enlightened."

Song Zhong didn’t quite understand what the old demon god said, he said firmly: “I want to practice, please teach me, old man.”

"Oh?" Tu Shanjun suddenly became interested.

"In the world of cultivation, strength is the foundation of everything. No matter what I say to the old man, I am insignificant. Only if I am strong can others listen to me!"

"good."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly, giving a clear understanding of the cultivation world that only existed in legends, which required pure display, that is, violence.

Every cultivator has great power within himself, but along the way many factors arise to accomplish this, namely wealth, friends, Dharma and land.

Tu Shanjun looked calm: "With the Tao, whether it is changing the underworld or overthrowing the underworld to create a new world, it will be no problem. Without the Tao, everything is just empty talk."

"This is the promise I once made to all the underworld messengers."

Song Zhong looked at the room full of people who were only conscious, and the rest were only spiritually intelligent. He felt cold and quickly retreated under the sun, mumbling: "The imperial court of Dazhen has never... "

Tu Shanjun said calmly: "That's because Dazhen is next to my seal."

“Even if a true monk came, he would become a powerless mortal.

“When the power of all beings is very equal, the violence of an individual can never counteract the violence of the whole.

"But that doesn't mean personal violence is useless. Violence is the only thing you can rely on. It is the foundation for you to accumulate everything and the bargaining chip for the final blow."

Song Zhong had heard the story before, so he couldn't help but ask, "Is the Emperor of Heaven also like this?"

Tu Shanjun sighed: "The Emperor of Heaven used up his bargaining chips too early, and...he was unwilling to kill the monks to save his life, so he could only release the demon disaster to perfect his plan."

Song Zhong changed his mind and continued, "But it seems that the Emperor of Heaven did not release a demon. If he was a strong man standing at the top, he should have a broader vision. Maybe the historical records are wrong, just like the righteous cultivators sealed the old man."

Tu Shanjun shook his head and said, "No, the one released by the Emperor of Heaven is the devil!"

"In his later years, he was powerless to save the world, and he hoped to save the world with the lives of countless demons."

"The real devil..." After he finished speaking, Tu Shanjun paused again. To be honest, he should be considered a kind of devil, but compared with ordinary devils, he has his own consciousness and basic concept of good and evil, which prompts him to refine the false and return the true, which prevents him from completely becoming a real devil.

Pure demons are very scary, but also easy to recognize. Once they show up, they will be wiped out and become nutrients for the world.

Many demons died, but few ordinary monks died.

Seeing that Tu Shanjun didn't want to talk about the demons, Song Zhong changed the subject and asked, "When will the old man teach me how to practice?"

“You already know how to do it.”

Song Zhong opened his mouth wide and asked in surprise: "I already know how to do it?"

"You have been visualizing me for twenty years."

"You were once in a forbidden place where you couldn't practice. Now you just need to remember!"

"I remember..."

Song Zhong's eyes suddenly widened.

He found that when he concentrated, he actually remembered the old devil's exact appearance.

hum!

The heaven and earth shook.

Song Zhong, whose body and spirit were united, found that a perfect golden elixir emerged in the sky above the ocean of magic power, like a bright moon gradually rising.

At the same moment, his body also completely condensed into reality. It was a real body of flesh and blood instead of the once erratic soul.

"I did it?!"

Song Zhong released his spiritual consciousness, and in an instant, he encompassed the destroyed city.

With a thought, his body floated into the air.

Song Zhong shouted in surprise: "I can fly!"

"Old man, what are we going to do next?"

"To the great city of Luodu."

Song Zhong rubbed his hands and said, "Fly over?"

"With your cloud-climbing speed, you'll never be able to fly over it until you die."

"What should I do?"

"In the carriage we came in?"

Tu Shanjun tilted his head and said, "Call Wohuoqi!"