Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 592 Initial Decision
Lu Ye originally meant it as a joke, but he wanted to see how obedient Shang Tianti was to him, so he did a little test.

Unexpectedly, the effect is surprisingly good.

He was still surprised in his heart, but he didn't expect Shang Tianti to come over hesitantly and say with an embarrassed look that he had learned the orthodox Taoism of Lingyun Sect since elementary school and had never learned the art of sex.

Besides, he had a broken arm and had gone through so many hardships over the years, so his skin was a little rough. I wonder if the White Tiger Demon King likes him?
He is willing to dedicate his body to the human race and become as fierce as a tiger, but he is afraid that the White Tiger Demon King will look down on him!

Lu Ye laughed and patted Shang Tianti on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, our human race won't end up like this."

"Brother, I actually came here and asked you to sell yourself, so didn't I come here in vain?"

The two looked at each other and laughed out loud, and all the previous barriers disappeared.

Of course, past grudges became insignificant in these precarious ancient times.

When Monk Lu Ye really let down his guard and prepared to fight for a future for the human race, the three demon king palaces in the Ten Thousand Mountains outside were already in an uproar.

In a valley surrounded by rivers on three sides and backed by mountains, which is flat and open and is many times better than the location of human villages, there stands a city with a radius of more than ten miles. Considering the scale of the Ten Thousand Mountains, it can be called a leading city.

The construction style of this city is very different from the cities built by humans in later generations.

There is only a wide circle of walls with many large and small gates with holes underneath. There are also many platforms of different heights extending out of the walls along the vertical walls.

From time to time, large bird and beast monsters would fall from the sky, and monsters of different races would go in and out of the many holes and gates in the ground walls.

It can be roughly seen that some powerful monsters such as lions, tigers and bears go through the big cave gate.

If it is an ordinary small monster such as a mouse, dog or cat, it will go through the small hole gate.

The high platforms on the city walls are for eagles and birds of prey to land, while the lower platforms are for ordinary sparrows and swallows.

Just from the rules for the monsters to enter the city, it can be seen that the governance and management of this city already has rules and regulations, and it is not a makeshift team.

Teams of demon soldiers patrol the inner and outer city walls to maintain order.

The previously lazy demon soldiers now had their swords and guns drawn, their armor neatly arranged, and they were filled with murderous intent, completely different from their previous appearance.

Monsters from outside kept coming to the big city, birds were landing on the platforms, and brave little monsters were queuing up to rush in from the holes.

These monsters rushed in from outside, like rivers flowing into the sea. It was obvious that something big was going to happen today.

It turns out that this city is the location of the White Tiger Demon King's capital, one of the three great demon kings in the Shiwan Mountains.

Yesterday at midnight, the White Tiger Demon King received the news, flew out in anger, and used his magic weapon to summon the Demon Flag.

This flag contains a trace of the soul of all the golden elixir monsters under her rule. As long as she waves the flag, these monsters will sense it and know that something big has happened. They will gather their monster soldiers and rush to report.

The Ten Thousand Mountains cover an area of ​​several thousand miles, and these big monsters are scattered everywhere. They have been arriving in an endless stream since midnight yesterday until now, and the situation has become what it is today.

These monsters came in response to the call, and no one knew what had happened. Now they saw a large number of monster soldiers gathering in this big city.

Because there were too many demon soldiers entering the city, even the passages and platforms were blocked. It was a clear sign of a major war to come.

Some clever monsters exchange information with each other.

The territory under their jurisdiction was adjacent to the territories of the other two Demon Kings. For some unknown reason, there seemed to be a commotion on the other side last night, which made them frightened and uneasy.

After entering the city, the big monster who was familiar with everyone hurriedly asked his fellow tribesmen in the city.

The other party gave him a hidden look and pulled him to a remote corner. He poked his head in, looked left and right, then he dared to lower his voice and whispered: The sky has fallen in our White Tiger City!
The demon who entered the city asked hurriedly what was going on. Seeing that the other party was mysterious and seemed to be hiding something, he hurriedly stuffed a few spirit stones into the other party's sleeves.

Only those who are well-informed and satisfied can speak out.

Yesterday at midnight, the White Tiger Demon King received a piece of news. In a rage, he knocked down a chair with one palm, broke through the roof of the hall, waved the flag, and began to recruit demon soldiers.

The foreign demon tribe is humbly seeking the truth, so why is that?
The well-informed demon clan lowered their voice mysteriously.

I heard that our White Tiger Demon King's favorite male favorite, Shuangyi Feihu, was killed on his bed in the outer city.

The demons who took action rode on clouds and mist, their pure demonic power concealing their faces and figures. They hunted rabbits by the bush and even killed the Double-Winged Flying Tiger and several big demons in his city.

It is said that a pair of sharp horns of an iron ox with yellow and black patterns were found on the body of the Double-Winged Flying Tiger.

The foreign demons were shocked when they heard this.

The sharp horns of the Iron Ox with yellow stripes are not ordinary. Only the direct descendants of the Iron Ox Demon King, another demon lord in the Shiwan Mountains, possess them.

He murmured, could it be that the Barbarian Bull Demon King was behind this?

Oh my god, is this stupid bull crazy? How many demons died in the Three Emperors War ten years ago?

How could you not help but stir up trouble again?

Everyone knows that among the many male favorites of Lord Demon King, his favorite is Double-Winged Flying Tiger.

Moreover, the Double-Winged Flying Tiger is gifted with extraordinary talents. He can serve the Demon King and practice at the same time. He has already reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core, and there is a great possibility that he will become the second Nascent Soul Demon in our territory.

How could the Demon King not be angry when he died like this?
The well-informed demon laughed.

Brother, don't say that I took your spirit stones for nothing. There is even more explosive news. Our Demon King is more than just angry about this.

The foreign demons were shocked after hearing this and hurriedly asked for advice humbly.

The well-informed demon clan said.

What do you think the Double Winged Flying Tiger was doing before he died? Why did he die on the bed?

It's so embarrassing to tell you this, but before he died, that guy was naked and was fighting with some fox goblins.

Not only did he die, but those vixens also lost their lives.

Everyone knows that our Demon King has countless mistresses.

But she required her lover to remain faithful to her.

The double-winged flying tiger is extremely bold and usually lies submissive and humble on the bed of the Demon King.

I didn't expect that he would start a harem after returning to his own city. How could this not make the Demon King furious?
Brother, I am kindly reminding you that once you enter the big pad, you should kowtow more and talk less, and do whatever the Demon King tells you to do.

The foreign demon tribe nodded like chicks pecking at rice, and immediately felt the true value of these spirit stones.

Let’s talk about the central hall in the city.

This hall was sculpted into the image of a crouching tiger by many skilled craftsmen of the demon clan.

At this moment, there was a big hole in the tiger's head, and the sunlight from outside shone in, but the atmosphere in the hall was still deep and depressing.

On the high platform in the middle, an elaborately crafted imperial throne had turned into powder.

There was a pretty lady sitting on the steps, looking angry.

The beauty was not tall, with a very pretty and youthful appearance, two furry ears, and a faint "王" character on her forehead. She had a rather plump figure, and was wearing a thin white gauze, her body vaguely visible.

This monster is none other than one of the three lords of the Hundred Thousand Mountains Monster Tribe, the Nascent Soul Monster Emperor White Tiger.

The ups and downs of the breath in her chest clearly showed that she was furious.

There were about twenty golden elixir monsters at both ends of the hall, all of them were very obedient. No one dared to glance at the sudden spring light inside the robe of the Demon King.

A little demon was kneeling below, trembling with fear, and brought bad news.

The White Tiger Demon King suddenly sneered.

"Well, I haven't even bothered those two old bastards yet, but they teamed up to make things difficult for me."

"That old beast, the wild boar, said that the corpses of several of my Jindans appeared next to the corpse of his son."

"The Double-Winged Flying Tiger is dead, and the Bull Tribe's demon horns were left at the scene. They must be related to it."

"I was just about to mobilize the army to bring Manniu to justice."

"The Bull Demon King sent a messenger to contact me, wanting to join forces with me to attack the Boar Demon King."

"He said something about his ninth son dying tragically, and his corpse contained the fangs of the Wild Boar Demon King's nephew."

Snapped!
The White Tiger Demon King struck down with an angry palm, and the small handprint on the steps broke several sections of the metal steps!
"Who can tell me what happened?" "Double-Winged Flying Tiger actually dared to hide his love from me, he deserves to die, so he's dead!"

"But why did he die so strangely? Who dares to go wild in my territory?"

"Are the other two demon kings friends or enemies?"

"Why did the bodies of my Jindan demon clan members appear in the territory of the Wild Boar Demon King?"

"How come I didn't know they were so bold and powerful that they dared to assassinate the Wild Boar Demon King's nephew?"

"Could it be that I am lax in my management and these guys under you acted on your own and caused trouble?"

The White Tiger Demon King felt as if his brain was a mess and he couldn't figure out the whole thing.

It now seems that the three demon kings of the Shiwanda Mountains have lost their capable nephews, nephews, relatives and friends in one night.

Clues at the scene point to three demon kings, none of whom are clean.

Originally, the White Tiger Demon King was gathering his troops to attack the territory of the Barbarian Bull Demon King.

Now the Barbarian Bull Demon King still doesn't know what happened here, and he actually came over to invite her to form an alliance, preparing to fight with the Wild Boar Demon King.

She was completely confused. Was the other party a friend or an enemy?

Yesterday, a few Jindan initial stage demons went out to collect taxes and never returned. I thought the children were playing wild and ran away.

Unexpectedly, she ran straight to the underworld, and even her male lover was killed at night.

Now, the White Tiger Demon King no longer cares about the death of these monsters.

She smelled a strong conspiracy and was worried that some force was plotting to take over her territory.

Immediately, a long-bearded rat demon stood out from the queue and saluted respectfully.

"Master Demon King, in my humble opinion, the Double-Winged Flying Tiger may not have died at the hands of the Barbarian Bull Demon King."

"The Double-Winged Flying Tiger, the ninth son of the Barbarian Bull Demon King, and the nephew of the Wild Boar Demon King were killed in succession in one night. I'm afraid they died at the hands of the same force."

"The purpose is to provoke a war among the three emperors."

The White Tiger Demon King sneered.

"Oh, how come I don't know which force is so bold? Why is it playing such a big game?"

"These Hundred Thousand Mountains are like an iron barrel to our demon race. Which force can sneak in and kill the demons and frame them without anyone noticing?"

The rat demon shook his head and whispered.

"Master Demon King, this is impossible to happen normally."

He pointed to the sky.

"What if this was done by the demons?"

"These demons love to sow discord the most. When they see a tribe that is stronger, they will instigate internal fighting among them."

The White Tiger Demon King fell silent instantly.

The demon race occupies an absolute dominant position in Xihezhou and is almost spread across the entire continent.

But this world belongs to the demon clan after all. The demon clan has set up large cities at several important transportation routes in this continent, and they have high-level monks stationed there.

Fortunately, the demon race is just a general term, and the demon race is mostly divided by race, and they like freedom by nature.

Therefore, there is naturally no unity.

In addition, the two demon monks who are undergoing tribulation now ignore the situation and focus on practicing in seclusion.

Therefore, it is common for the demon tribes in Xihezhou to fight and kill each other.

Among them, the demons deliberately indulge themselves, and sometimes even act as the mastermind behind the scenes and add fuel to the flames.

If the demon clan really manages Xihezhou like an iron wall, it would be strange if the demon clan can sleep well.

The White Tiger Demon King pondered for a long time, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

The Shiwan Mountains are a remote area in Xihezhou, with not much spiritual energy, and have always been looked down upon by the powerful monsters.

The three demon kings have been the local tyrants here for hundreds of years. The reason they are so safe and sound is simply because they are weak.

Even the backers of these three demons, the three Demon Emperors who have reached the state of transformation, are not considered strong in the same realm.

Therefore, the Three Emperors could rule the world behind closed doors in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Now it seems that the demons are too fearful and even do not let go of this remote place.

It’s just that these demons are arrogant and conceited, considering themselves the ruling race, and even their strategies of sowing discord are extremely crude and barbaric.

Three important figures died in the territory of the Three Demon Kings in one night, and everyone knew that something fishy was going on.

It seems that we cannot follow their wishes. If we really have to have a fight with the wild bulls and wild boars, wouldn't that fall right into the demons' trap?

The Double-Winged Flying Tiger was unfaithful to her, so if he died, he died. Anyway, she had so many male favorites, and it would not be difficult to invest resources to cultivate a golden elixir master.

The White Tiger Demon King had already thought of retreating. She frowned and whispered to the Rat Demon Advisor.

"But I have already mobilized all the demon soldiers in the territory. If I retreat like this, it will be a loss of face."

The rat demon knew that the lord was in a difficult situation, and immediately came up with an idea.

"Sir, since we can guess, the other two demon kings will surely come to their senses soon."

"We might as well send envoys to each other to issue declarations of war, but in fact we are communicating with each other secretly."

"When the time comes, we can control the scale and just have a fake fight."

"I guess the mastermind behind this is satisfied with the chaos among our three families, so he won't plot against us again in the future."

The White Tiger Demon King thought for a moment, then immediately made the decision to do so.

So within a few days, the three demon kings each sent envoys to curse each other with harsh words, and they were mortal enemies.

The three demons made a big fuss to avenge their relatives and friends, and even agreed on the location, time, and scale of troops, sparking a war that lasted for more than a month.

Many of the small demons who were practicing Qi and building their foundation died, but the Jindan demons were only injured but not killed.

The Demon Kings personally took to the battlefield to fight, and the fight was bloody. They all announced that they were seriously injured and announced that they would go into seclusion to heal their wounds. They turned around and returned to the imperial city, never to come out.

In this way, the Ten Thousand Mountains finally gained peace. Against this background, naturally no one would investigate the disappearance of a group of demon soldiers under the command of the White Tiger Demon King.

The A-type village where Monk Lu Ye's ladder was located also enjoyed a period of peace.

This day.

Shang Tianti brought a dozen children to Lu Ye.

"Brother Lu, I have used my magic power to measure in advance. These people are all the immortal seeds with spiritual roots in our village."

"It's just that their spiritual roots are not of high level. Most of them are low-grade spiritual roots, and they are low-grade C."

"I only have one lower-grade spiritual root, and no middle-grade spiritual roots at all."

The human race is divided into five categories: spiritual roots, upper, middle and lower. Each category is further divided into three levels: A, B and C.

Lower grade C spiritual roots can only be used for cultivation, but don’t expect to achieve great success.

Lu Ye frowned immediately. Judging from the proportion of people, there were far more immortal cultivators in the village than in later generations.

But the level of this spiritual root is too poor.

He used his magical power to probe into the bodies of more than a dozen people, and after a moment he frowned.

(End of this chapter)