Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 675

Ma Wujiang and Lu Ye explained.

Back then, the Camel Lion Saint was killed by the demon giant Mo Baiyi and died after more than ten years.

When the ancestor was alive, he was busy saving himself in the first few years.

Which disciple dares to go to the old man and discuss this: "Master, you are going to die. After you die, this temple will belong to me, okay?"

That is courting death.

But in the following years, the fire was so fierce that it burned the Camel Lion Saint into a daze all day long. His cultivation level was reduced from Mahayana to Fusion, from Fusion to Refining Void, from Refining Void to Spiritualization, and then at a rapid speed he transformed into an ordinary lion with sores and mixed hair all over his body. He lost all his intelligence and could not speak.

If it weren't for the karmic fire of rules coming out of his body, no one would dare to believe that this was once the Mahayana saint who terrorized the demon clan.

At this time, it was no longer up to him to decide who Xihe City belonged to.

In order to determine the ownership of Xihe City, several disciples half-raised and half-imprisoned the mixed-haired lion on a desolate peak.

Without caring about their master's life or death, they started fighting first. Several disciples' brains were beaten to pieces.

Those who were unable to defeat the enemy even brought in foreign aid and occupied the mountains, claiming that Xihe City was theirs.

There were even three other great saints of the demon race behind some of the senior disciples.

In the end, the mixed-haired lion belonged to Xi, and Xihe City nominally belonged to his chief disciple.

In fact, each disciple occupied several mountain peaks, and it was quite chaotic.

Also because of the war, Xihe City is no longer as prosperous as before.

Ma Wujiang counted on his fingers and listed a series of brothel names, lamenting that the beautiful female demons in them were scattered everywhere.

This guy's philandering is inherited from his ancestors. He is an absolute playboy.

Lu Ye observed the stars and determined the location of the teleportation array that Mo Baiyi had secretly set up. It was a majestic mountain.

He was not in a hurry and let his horse go wherever the reins led, and followed Ma Wujiang into Xihe City.

We found a tall building and had some food and drinks.

Xihe City was built on the main peak, which is the highest peak among all the peaks in Xihe Mountain. And because there was a Mahayana saint in charge, the city has no city walls, and in fact all the buildings are allowed to spread outward.

In a private room in a high-rise building.

Lu Ye looked outside and finally found the mountain where the teleportation array was located.

The view from here is clearer. There are several majestic buildings on the mountain peak, and spiritual plants are scattered around them. They are a kind of exotic lotus with lotus leaves connected together, full of green.

"Where is that?"

"Why are there so many lotuses?"

Lu Ye pretended to ask casually out of curiosity.

Ma Wujiang took a look and found that he was indeed familiar with the place and had been here many times, so he whispered.

"Brother Yuan Shi doesn't know."

"That place is called Xiaoling Peak."

"There are three demon brothers and sisters on the peak, namely, lotus, lotus and root. It is said that they were born with the same body, and each has its own unique characteristics."

"The camel lion saint saw that his three bodies were one, and said that he could help him comprehend the great way, so he accepted him as his disciple."

"Those three siblings aren't very strong, but they've all reached the early stages of fusion and have a powerful set of combined attack techniques."

"They are not like other disciples who want to expand their business. They just live in Xiaoling Peak. But other disciples don't bother them. They live behind closed doors and are quite comfortable."

"However, the three brothers and sisters of Xiaoling Peak have always liked quietness, so few outsiders come in, so it's not easy to enter."

When Lu Ye heard this, he gave up the idea of ​​entering the mountain to find out what was going on.

There are three True Saints in the combined form. He has to jump two realms to barely reach that level. He went crazy and wandered around in other people's territory.

Mo Baiyi, ah Mo Baiyi, you can't blame me for not being strong enough. This is truly beyond my ability.

Therefore, this vow can be considered as being observed and not broken, and it will not affect one's own practice.

Lu Ye felt relieved and changed the topic, praising the wine for its mellow taste. He said that he was indeed Brother Ma Shi, who knew how to enjoy life.

Ma Wujiang was overjoyed and said that he would not go home until he was drunk.

So the two of them drank the whole night and said goodbye reluctantly the next day.

After Ma Wujiang and his followers left.

Lu Ye and the Thousand-Faced Judge also flew eastward for a hundred miles and landed on a small barren mountain.

"Brother Lu..." the Thousand-Faced Judge said with a smile, "Let's say goodbye now..."

"You've sent me so far."

"There's no one in charge of Lingyun Sect. Be careful that our fire pit will go out."

With a casual move of his hand, two judge's pens fell into Lu Ye's hands, and he now had an inferior magic weapon in his hand, which was the wooden stick that Shang Ming dropped that year.

The Thousand-Faced Judge took off the face-mask sticker again, and with a flick of his hand, he took off the six compound eyes on his forehead and the many eyes on his arms. He reluctantly sorted them into different categories and put them into the jade box, which he returned to Lu Ye.

He took out a puddle of mud and applied it on his face, then used a secret method to shape his nose and lips in the blink of an eye. He became an ordinary person and had no special features among the crowd.

Lu Ye praised.

"Brother, your face is disguised as ordinary, which is just right for spreading the fire..."

The Thousand-Faced Judge snorted coldly.

"Brother Lu, remember this, this is my true face."

"Also, keep my pair of judge's pens."

"When you walk on the path of spreading fire in the future, if we meet, remember to return it to me!"

Lu Ye nodded and smiled and said, "Of course, of course."

The two did not say goodbye. The Thousand-Faced Judge waved his hand, turned around and left, leaning on his wooden stick.

He returned to his original appearance, discarded his signature judge's pen, and took Shang Ming's inferior magic weapon, a wooden stick, and was determined to pass on the fire until his death.

Everyone knew that this time the two of them were really saying goodbye.

Maybe, it's the last time we see each other.

The so-called see you again in the future.

Lu Ye is still young now. He has spent a hundred years in the Middle Ages, and his actual age is not even three hundred years old.

If Lu Ye really dies in the future and takes the path of passing on fire, and the Thousand-Faced Judge has not yet reached the state of refining emptiness by then, I'm afraid there won't be even any traces of fire left. This is also based on the premise that he can reach his destination safely.

Xihe City is the most dangerous place in Xihe Continent with the largest number of monsters.

Since the Thousand-Faced Judge did not choose to spread the fire here, he must have gone to a more dangerous and distant place.

It is almost impossible for the two to meet again in their lifetime.

Lu Ye stood quietly there, watching the figure of the Thousand-Faced Judge gradually disappearing into the horizon, without much sadness.

Maybe we have already parted once before.

When they separated again, he could feel the other person's firm determination, and of course he had to respect his choice.

The Thousand-Faced Judge has been the descendant of Shang Tianti and has been the head of a sect for a hundred years. He has been completely transformed from the inside out and has embarked on the path of passing on the fire.

Lu Ye could only express his respect for him.

The Thousand-Faced Judge was seen walking more than a hundred feet away.

Suddenly he threw something back.

Lu Ye took it in his palm and found that it was a piece of broken bamboo as long as a palm.

The voice of the Thousand-Faced Judge came back slowly.

“Brother Lu, although I don’t know what your concerns are, maybe you are still young, or maybe you still want to return to the afterlife.”

"I know you haven't decided yet whether to pass on the fire with your own body in the future."

"This is human nature, there is nothing to say."

"I only hope for one thing, that when that time comes, you can carry this scepter and personally pass on the fire, setting an example for the next generation of leaders and elders who pass on the skills." "Brother Lu, I'm counting on you..."

Lu Ye took the warm bamboo joint in his hand. It was still warm. It should be the one that the Thousand-Faced Judge had been holding on to all the way before breaking it off and throwing it back.

Touching the smooth and patinaed bamboo joints, I can still seem to feel the breath of the fallen disciple Shang Ming.

Lu Ye looked helpless.

Brother Qianmian, every family has its own problems.

You can't go back.

I really hope to go back.

Pass on the fire and go home, how do you want me to choose?
He gave a bitter smile, put away the bamboo joint, turned around and left, walking away from the Thousand-Faced Judge with his backs to each other, until they gradually walked away and disappeared.

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Time flies, I don’t know how many years have passed.

This day.

Above Huitouling.

A bolt of thunder shook the world, and the sound was heard for hundreds of miles.

Then, above the demon city, dark clouds were seen hanging down like an inverted mountain. Thunder was brewing at the peak, and it was a blazing blue color, dyeing half of the sky blue.

And under that dazzling blue, there stood a monster.

The monster revealed its true form. It had a single horn, was yellow all over, had two wings, and had four black hooves. It was standing proudly in the sky, stepping on a cloud of auspiciousness.

at this time.

The azure blue in the sky was so rich that the mountain-like dark clouds could no longer cover it. It was like a thunder bag exploding, and suddenly a waterfall of lightning came crashing down, hitting the horse monster directly.

The horse demon was not afraid at all. A golden light flashed on its horn and it soared into the sky.

There was a loud bang.

Although the golden light was thin and tiny, it contained great power. It actually shattered the first wave of thunder directly, rushed back into the sky, and even dispersed some of the mountain-like dark clouds in the sky.

At this time, on the ground.

Countless subordinates of the horse demon lined up and looked up at their master transcending the tribulation, all with tears streaming down their faces.

"Well done, Master, you are so mighty!"

"Woo woo woo... I seem to see the old master's heroic appearance again... Our Ma family is finally going to produce a great horse again."

"Nonsense, you have only lived for a thousand years, when have you ever seen the majestic appearance of the old master?"

"Isn't it okay that I dreamed about it?"

Let’s not talk about these little gossips.

In the outer sky, several evil clouds flew in from all directions.

These masters of the demon clouds lowered their demon clouds, carefully avoided the range of the thunder tribulation in the sky, and gathered together.

Among them, there are three demons with the highest cultivation, who are the Demon Kings who have transformed into gods, and they are gathered together.

The three of them are the Centipede, the Moon Rabbit, and the Wolf King of Zhongshan.

The three of them stared at the thunderclouds above their heads, all with unhappy expressions.

In the short time that they gathered together, the horse demon survived two waves of thunder strikes under the sky as if it were drinking water.

The centipede transformed into a human, a middle-aged man. From the front, he looked normal except that he had no arms. However, the thousand slender arms and legs on his back formed a circle and were twitching because of jealousy.

"Isn't this guy even a thousand years old? He's about to pass the tribulation and achieve the realm of refining emptiness. If he becomes a demon saint in the future, he will be a threat to us."

"We have to kowtow to him when we meet?"

The Moon Rabbit transformed into a human form, a charming and beautiful middle-aged woman, not tall, with a petite figure, two long and narrow ears, and a pair of eyes that were a blurry pink color.

This beautiful woman was fine in every other way except that her belly was as big as a drum. It turned out that she was about to give birth.

She touched her belly and looked up at the sky, her eyes were blurry and pink was almost overflowing.

"What's wrong with kowtow?"

"Is he the descendant of the mount of Kunpeng? Is his bloodline so good?"

"I wonder if you can have sex with me after you get over the disaster and add another bloodline to my Moon Rabbit clan?"

The Zhongshan wolf next to him transformed into a human, a thin-faced man with square eyebrows, and sneered.

"Mrs. Moon Rabbit, don't even think about it."

"Although the horse demon is fickle, he knows his limits and never eats grass near his home."

"If he was interested, you would have been neighbors for hundreds of years and would have rolled together long ago."

"Also, it's not certain whether he can survive the calamity. The thunder from heaven is not something that can be survived easily in the beginning and quickly in the end."

"Humph, what Mahayana holy mount? It's clearly just a horse that pulls carts and works hard. He, a mixed-blood descendant, is just trying to flatter himself."

Mrs. Yuetu was not angry even though she was humiliated, but responded with a sweet smile.

"Whether it was a mount or a workhorse, his ancestor was at least a True Saint."

"I don't think I'll ever have the chance to be a laborer like that."

"I think Ma Wujiang will most likely survive the catastrophe."

"Old Wolf, you have to be more careful about your attitude. It doesn't matter if you offend me, but if you still treat the newly promoted Void Refining Saint like this, your master will not be able to protect you."

"By the way, if Ma Wujiang becomes a Void Refining Saint, we have to prepare a gift for him."

"You are about to bleed heavily. You should slow down the blood tax in the territory..."

Zhongshan Wolf's face changed when he heard this, but he lowered his head to think carefully and calculate.

original.

It was four hundred years since Ma Wujiang and Lu Ye separated.

When Ma Wujiang was a thousand years old, everything finally came to fruition and he was confident in his ability to break through to the realm of the Refined Void Saint.

To achieve the status of a Demon Saint at this age is not as good as those peerless geniuses of the demon race, but it is definitely not slow.

The three Demon Emperors on the ground were his neighbor Demon Kings who had always been at odds with him. Now they gathered together to watch Ma Wujiang overcome the tribulation with great force. They were discussing the value of the gifts and tried to be unanimous in order to avoid embarrassing each other.

The three demons discussed it and decided on a number.

Zhongshan Wolf said that he would delay the blood tax for a few years when he returned, so that the inferior tribes under his command could reproduce more.

Yuetu said enviously, Old Wolf, the people in your territory can read and write, practice martial arts, and cultivate immortality. They have cultivated a lot of spiritual rice and plants. If we talk about the prosperity of the surrounding territories, yours must be the most prosperous.

Zhongshan Wolf said proudly, "Of course."

I don't keep idle people in my territory, the population is fixed and unchanged. I have calculated that these inferior tribes who practice Taoism are just pseudo-spiritual roots and can't do anything powerful, but they are just right for serving spiritual plants. I hope all of them can practice Taoism.

Madam Moon Rabbit, you are simply too doting on your offspring, allowing them to eat the inferior races at will. Every year, the population is not enough to replenish the population.

I, the leader of a lowly tribe that grows spiritual plants, escaped from your village.

Mrs. Moon Rabbit blushed and muttered that she couldn't let the children suffer.

She changed the subject. It was strange that there were such talented people among the inferior race who compiled a written book of martial arts? How could they possibly understand this?

If such a lowly race were placed in our demon clan, they would at least be considered geniuses, right?
The centipede next to him rubbed his hands and feet and said with a smile that he knew about this.

He had a distant relative who was a lord near the Shiwanda Mountains in Xihezhou, thousands of miles away.

Thousands of years ago, the demons ruled the earth and our demon race had not yet risen. There was a territory of a Green Ape Demon King who was like Ma Wujiang and was very kind to his subordinates.

That bunch of inferior people who had nothing better to do actually had a small group of them quit their jobs and created a legacy of inferior people's writing skills.

Fortunately, the Green Ape Demon King disappeared and his territory was destroyed, so the inferior tribes under his command scattered and fled.

Thousands of years later, a group of escaped people led the way and returned to the Shiwan Mountains with a great demon master.

It was probably not easy to live under the command of the big demon. Life was hard and many inferior tribes ran away.

(End of this chapter)