Zhutian: Everything starts from becoming a disciple of Uncle Jiu!

Chapter 618 Zhao Zheng: You are the Lord of the Demonic Palace, then who am I!

evening.

Yuzhou City,
Tangjiabao,
In the master bedroom, Taoist Qingwei, who was sitting beside the bed and using his magic power to nurse the unconscious Tang Kun back to health, looked at the three of them with a grim expression as they came back in vain. Xue Jian said.

"You three didn't see the Grandmaster?"

"Yes, Master..."

Xu Changqing, who blamed himself for all the mistakes, including the possibility that Tang Kun would die, lowered his head with a look of guilt.

"Not only did the sword fail to reach me, but those scary people even refused to let me through the gate of the palace. I don't know what you, Bai Doufu, said to make my shopkeeper so angry..."

Just like in the original novel, Jingtian, who was cured by Huaying, whispered with his mouth leaking air due to the removal of his canine teeth.

"Stinky tofu, can you shut up!"

Xu Changqing was not angry, but Xuejian yelled at Jingtian angrily. Jingtian looked at Xu Changqing in a daze for a moment, turned his head with a snort, and shut his mouth and stopped talking.

"Okay, Changqing, let me be the one to ask the Grandmaster for help..." Qingwei Zhenren said with a smile, his attitude still as calm and composed as that of a master.

After saying that, he looked at Xuejian, who was looking at the unconscious Tang Kun lying on the bed with a worried look on her face: "Miss Xuejian, you don't have to worry. Although your grandfather was indeed about to die, that was only before. Now..."

Taoist Qingwei said nothing more, but just looked at the blurry vision and could not help but feel amazed and curious about Zhao Zheng's cultivation.

"Will my grandpa really be okay?"

Xuejian held back her tears and looked at Master Qingwei with slightly red eyes. Master Qingwei was silent for a while, then smiled and nodded.

"Don't worry, your grandfather will be fine. Even if I can't ask the ancestor to help, I still have another way to save your grandfather!"

"Great, thank you Taoist Qingwei..."

Xuejian cried with joy, and Xu Changqing frowned and said, "Master, why don't I go and ask the ancestor for help?"

"Do you know where the Grandmaster is?"

Qingwei Zhenren asked back with a smile. Xu Changqing and the other two were stunned when they heard it. Jingtian asked in surprise: "Isn't my shopkeeper in the palace?"

"Of course not..."

True Man Qingwei spoke, but his old eyes revealed a hint of helplessness after he saw the direction of his own Shushan.

"Where is the Grandmaster?"

"Changqing, you come and use your magic power to heal Mr. Tang's body, and I will go to invite the ancestor!" Thinking that the Demon Locking Tower would probably suffer two disasters tonight, Taoist Qingwei spoke quickly.

"……it is good."

Xu Changqing frowned and nodded, without saying anything more about going to look for Zhao Zheng. He just came to the yard and watched Taoist Qingwei leave, thinking about what Taoist Qingwei and the other five had said to him during the day when they used the communicator.

"Chang Qing, you know that everything in the world is determined by fate. It's not that I won't save them, but that I can't!"

"That's right, Changqing. A person's life span and fate are determined at birth. Their death is destined by heaven..."

"Yes, you know, doing what you think is to forcibly interfere with their birth, aging, illness and death, and it is also against the will of heaven..."

"Changqing, you have disappointed me so much. You have practiced Taoism for so many years, don't you even understand birth, aging, sickness and death?"

"Chang Qing, you shouldn't question your Master Qing Wei in such a tone. You should know that there is an order of seniority and respect..."

The words of Taoist Qingwei and the other five echoed in Xu Changqing's mind like a magic sound that penetrated his ears. He frowned and fell into deep thought. Is a person's fate really determined by heaven? If everything is determined by heaven,
So what is the meaning of his cultivation? What is the meaning of his exorcism? What is the meaning of his hard work in cultivation?
Xu Changqing fell into a state of contemplation. Qingwei Zhenren, who had not yet flown out of Yuzhou City, naturally saw it clearly. He just sighed helplessly and smiled bitterly, "Grandmaster, ah, Grandmaster, you really gave me a big problem this time..."

As he spoke, his brows furrowed, and he suddenly stopped flying towards Shushan. His gaze, which had originally been directed towards Tangjiabao, shifted slightly and looked towards the restaurant opposite Tangjiabao.

"Did I sense it wrongly?"

Looking at the ordinary restaurant and thinking about the fleeting aura of Zi Xuan, the descendant of Nuwa, Qingwei Zhenren frowned, but had no intention of going back to take a look. He just continued to use his escape technique to fly towards Shushan.

After Master Qingwei left, the window of the private room on the third floor of the restaurant slowly opened, revealing Zixuan, who had washed and changed into new clothes and looked to be only eighteen years old.

"Even Master Qingwei can hide it...but why can't I see what's so special about this restaurant?"

Zi Xuan, who didn't notice that this restaurant had any formations or restrictions, showed confusion in her eyes, but when she saw the terrifying vitality that kept gushing out of her heart and spread to various parts of her body, she became fearful.

"How strong is he..."

Zi Xuan frowned and looked through the strange full-length mirror that Zhao Zheng had taken out beside her, looking like herself now that she had regained her youthful appearance.

Boom! Boom! Boom——

There was a knock on the door, and a female voice came from outside the box: "Miss Zixuan, the chicken soup that my prince asked us to cook for you is ready. Do you want to drink it now or later..."

"No, go away and don't bother me!"

Zixuan said without thinking, but the maid said in a strange voice: "Miss Zixuan, my prince said that if you don't drink, you can wait to buy a coffin for someone..."

The maid's voice became smaller and smaller. Only a second after she finished speaking, she heard the door being violently opened from the inside with a bang, and Zi Xuan walked out with a frosty face.

Zi Xuan looked at the maid who lowered her head, looking anxious and fearful. She took the chicken soup with a sense of helplessness and turned to bring it into the house. However, as soon as she moved,

Just when she was thinking about pouring out the chicken soup later, she heard the maid say in a pitiful tone.

"Miss Zixuan, my prince said that I want you to drink this bowl of chicken soup, otherwise you can prepare to buy a coffin for that person..."

"..."

Zi Xuan turned around expressionlessly and looked at her maid who was trembling with fear but still mustered up the courage to look at her. She saw the maid glanced at her and quickly lowered her head.

"My prince also said that this is the hen soup made from the two and a half year old hen monster he caught. It is very nourishing!"

"..."

I want to know how can one become a demon in two and a half years! ?
Zi Xuan complained in her heart and picked up the chicken soup in the tray in her hand and prepared to drink it all. But as soon as she drank it, her eyes lit up. As the chicken soup entered her stomach, the magic power in her body increased rapidly and her eyes lit up, but then she fell into confusion again.

"Can one really become a demon in such a short time?"

"My prince also said that in two and a half years, one can really become a fairy..." the maid continued upon seeing this. Zixuan drank the chicken soup expressionlessly and returned the tray and bowl to the maid.

The maid took it and checked it. Looking at the empty bowl, she looked at Zixuan with gratitude and said, "Thank you, Miss Zixuan. Well, this sentence was not said by my prince!"

"..."

Zi Xuan looked at the maid with a bit of a smile in her heart, but she kept a blank expression on her face and asked, "Is he very good to you? Do you just listen to him?"

"The prince is very good to us. You don't know that our prince is very generous. The monthly salary alone is much higher than that of other mansions..." The maid seemed to open up the conversation.

"Hmm? This restaurant also belongs to your prince?"

Zi Xuan realized it belatedly and the maid nodded heavily: "Yes, but this restaurant is not open normally. After our prince bought this restaurant, it seems that it has never been... Oh, it's what my prince said that it is not open to the public. That is to say, today, Miss Zi Xuan came, and this restaurant opened..."

"Oh……"

Zi Xuan's heart moved, and she asked curiously, "How many wives and concubines does your prince have?"

After saying that, seeing the maid's embarrassed expression, she frowned slightly and didn't ask any more questions, but just said lightly: "Okay, I want to rest!"

"Um... I'm afraid that's not going to work. My prince has prepared some medicinal food for you, saying... you should eat some to reduce the swelling..."

"..."

Seeing the maid's strange eyes and gaze, Zi Xuan clenched her fists with a frosty face. Then she heard the maid tremblingly look at her and quickly lowered her head and said.

"My prince also said that he cares about you and hopes that you...will be sensible...or else you can go and prepare a coffin for that person!"

"..."

Why can concern be connected with knowledge in your case? And I don’t need your concern!

Zixuan clenched her fists with her teeth clenched. Seeing this, the maid whispered, "Miss Zixuan, my prince really cares about you..."

"..."

I do not need!
Zi Xuan, who wanted to say this very much, frowned and looked at the maid, only to see the maid trembling and lowering her head and saying: "The prince said that if you don't like it, you can leave. Well, my prince also said that you can leave without worry!"

"Huh? Really?"

Zi Xuan was stunned. Inexplicably, she felt a sense of loss, a loss that stunned her for a moment and made her feel strange.

It was not until the maid ordered the medicinal food to be served that she came to her senses. Just as she came to her senses and was about to leave with a frown on her face, she saw the maid weakly say, "Miss Zixuan, why don't you eat something before you leave..."

Zi Xuan subconsciously wanted to refuse, but she heard the maid continue: "Even if you don't do it for the prince, you do it for that someone..."

"..."

Zi Xuan frowned again, hesitated for a moment, and chose to eat something before leaving, not for anything else, purely for Xu Changqing,
Yes, that's it!!
Moreover, Xu Changqing was in the Tang Family Castle across the street at the moment. If she left now, she wouldn't know when they would meet again. As for staying because of Zhao Zheng's concern, how could that be possible? She would never fall in love with Zhao Zheng! !
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"The favorability is increasing so slowly. It seems that if we want to develop a lip-syncing relationship like Xia He's, there is still a long way to go..."

Zhao Zheng, who did not go to find the sacred tree to refine his mind, came to the Shushan Scripture Pavilion instead. After watching Zi Xuan's favorability towards him increase from 10 to 20, he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

After complaining, his eyes moved, and you turned your head to look at the Demon Lord who appeared above the Demon Locking Tower in the back mountain and began to destroy the Demon Locking Tower.

"Huh? Not strong?"

Looking at Chonglou, who was about 1.1 Li Xiaoyao, Zhao Zheng threw a copy frame at him, and then continued to flip through the Taoist Canon in his hand, which he had only two pages to finish. After finishing reading the Taoist Canon in his hand, he looked at the Demon Lord Chonglou who had already entered the Demon Locking Tower.

"It's my turn!"

Zhao Zheng took back the copy frame he had thrown out, and shouted "Copy is Coming" in his heart. As the blood-colored demonic energy around him surged and enveloped his body,
He transformed into Demon Lord Zunlou and took a step forward. With the spatial innate magical power possessed by Demon Lord Zunlou, he arrived on top of the Demon Locking Tower before the Shushan disciples.

Before entering the Demon Locking Tower, Zhao Zheng, who had transformed into the Demon Lord, heard a faint voice suddenly ring out.

"Ancestor..."

"...You've got the wrong person. I'm not your ancestor Zhao Zheng, I'm Chong Lou!" Zhao Zheng looked at the Qingwei Taoist who descended from the sky with an expressionless face. The corners of Qingwei Taoist's mouth twitched a few times, indicating that he had never said that his ancestor was called Zhao Zheng, and he said helplessly: "Ancestor, if you want to enter this Demon Locking Tower, you can just go in directly..."

To be honest, he didn't understand Zhao Zheng's thoughts and actions. After all, he was his ancestor, so why did he have to act so secretly?
"I told you you got the wrong person!"

"..."

The atmosphere was slightly silent. True Man Qingwei looked at Zhao Zheng helplessly. Then, after a loud bang,
Zhao Zheng retracted his fist expressionlessly and looked at Qingwei Zhenren who fell unconscious to the ground after being hit by his amnesia punch.

"I told you you got the wrong person!"

Zhao Zheng retracted his fist expressionlessly, without looking at the stubborn old man on the ground. Instead, he moved and turned into a blood-red demonic energy and sank into the Demon Locking Tower. As soon as he entered, he saw another him coming out with a sword!

Eyes facing each other,

The screen is roughly as follows!!

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Oh ho,

Li Gui meets Li Kui! !
Bah, it's clearly Li Kui meeting Li Gui! !

"Who are you, you rogue, to pretend to be the Demon Lord?" Zhao Zheng spoke first, and before the Demon Lord Zunlou, who had just come to his senses and frowned before speaking, shouted coldly.

"..."

Demon Lord Zunlou was stunned for a moment, feeling a little confused, he subconsciously looked at himself, and then he saw the other party's arms move, and with two clangs, two flaming blood blades popped out.

"If you know what's best for you, change back quickly, or I will make you see how powerful the Lord of Demons is!"

"...You...are quite interesting!"

Looking at this fake that even he himself couldn't tell the real thing from the fake, Demon Lord Chonglou was stunned for a moment, then said with a sneer on his face.

After sneering, his blood-red eyes revealed a hint of surprise and a burning desire to fight because of the trembling of the demonic blood in his body.

"You are strong!"

The Demon Lord's eyes showed a burning fighting spirit. As he spoke, he threw the magic sword casually without even looking at the magic sword that was stuck on the wall beside him. Instead, he moved his arms, and two flaming blood blades popped out with a clang, and said excitedly with his eyes.

"Have a fight!"

"How dare you steal my weapon right in front of me! It seems like you really don't take me seriously!"

"..."

is it possible,
You are the fake!
Demon Lord Zunlou's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness as he snorted, and he moved his feet.
The bloody demonic energy in his body moved, and his innate spatial magical power was activated. He crossed a space of more than ten meters and came in front of Zhao Zheng, raising his right arm with a bloody blade.

"Wow, you're such a brave fake!"

"Humph!"

The Demon Lord snorted coldly again, and looked at the opponent's raised blood blade with even more coldness and murderous intent on his face. Just when he was wondering whether the opponent could take his move.

clang--

boom--

An indescribable force of terror was generated at the point of collision of the two blood blades, and the surging blood-colored demonic energy exploded, with the terrifying power to tear apart space and shatter everything, which turned into a ripple of air wave and spread out!
In a flash,

The spire of the Demon Locking Tower disappeared!

Also disappearing was the Demon Lord who turned into stars, with a look of disbelief and a feeling of "this is impossible, this can't be real" on his face, spitting out blood and disappearing into the sky... a fake!
"Humph, you are so bold that you actually dare to transform into this Demon Lord. How abominable! If this Demon Lord didn't have to go to the Heavenly Palace to drink with Fuxi later, I would beat you so hard that your mother wouldn't recognize you!"

Looking at the violently shaking Shushan and those Shushan disciples who were blown back by the aftermath of the attack before they even reached the Demon Locking Tower in the back mountain, True Demon Lord Lou Zhaozheng snorted coldly.

After saying this, he snatched up the magic sword that flew to the ground far below as the tower spire shattered, then put it away. He glanced at the Shushan disciples who might take a while to come back, thought for a moment, and transformed himself into a blood-colored magic aura once again and drilled into the Demon Locking Tower!
Without him,

He still has the lost sword! !
Just after entering the bottom few floors of the tower, Zhao Zheng saw a group of black and purple evil thoughts coming towards him before he saw the Demon-Suppressing Sword.

"I can make you stronger..."

"Accept me, you will become more powerful..."

"You will become the number one in the three realms..."

A series of voices with some insignificant temptations sounded, which made Zhao Zheng, who had turned into blood-colored demonic energy and rushed to the bottom of the tower, pause and reveal the appearance of the Demon Lord. Just when the Evil Sword Immortal was surprised and secretly said in his heart that he was going to succeed.

The next moment, it saw Zhao Zheng looking at it with a strange and amusing look in his eyes, and then he smiled slightly...

The densely packed teeth like shark teeth were revealed as Zhao Zheng's mouth opened exaggeratedly!
The Evil Sword Immortal was so frightened that his eyes widened instantly. Although he had no eyes at the moment, just when he was wondering why the Demon Lord was so terrifying, he saw...

A demon!

A demon that...blinds the sky and the sun,
The appearance of the devil caused the terrifying blood-red devil energy to boil at this moment, and countless noisy, crazy and twisted whispers sounded at this moment!
Distortion, madness, destruction, annihilation...

All kinds of supreme and terrifying demonic intentions poured out at this moment, and the piercing demonic sound and terrifying demonic sound almost made the Evil Sword Immortal's already weak consciousness return to zero in an instant.

Just when it was about to reach zero, it saw the evil spirits and monsters in the Demon Locking Tower with distorted faces and screaming miserably, covering their heads.

Then, it exploded with a bang, and turned into blood-colored mist, sinking into the demon behind the Demon Lord's building.

It seemed that with the addition of the blood-colored mist, the Evil Sword Immortal and the other great demons in the Demon Locking Tower who had luckily survived saw the figure of the demon behind the Demon Lord's Tower become clearer in an instant.
In a trance, they saw a demon with four heads and thirty-two arms, sitting on a lotus pedestal made of flesh and bones, performing an act of destruction in the infinite world, looking at them.

Great annihilation, great destruction, great annihilation...

The supreme demonic power was rolling over, but in the blink of an eye, all the living beings in the Demon Locking Tower heard a compassionate voice saying "the Buddha is the devil".

"All living things suffer... All phenomena are originally non-existent..."

"There is no..."

"All things are originally nothing..."

"Mercy, mercy..."

Bang!Bang!bang...

The Evil Sword Immortal was dumbfounded. He stared blankly at the monsters in the Demon Locking Tower who killed themselves and then converted, no, it should be said that they took the initiative to merge into the body of the Great Demon.

It's stupid.
It's completely stupid...

"???"

Zhao Zheng strangely pulled over the Evil Sword Immortal, who was just a ball of black and purple light. Seeing the Evil Sword Immortal's collapsing consciousness, he frowned and turned his head to look at the great magic image behind him, and then looked at the Demon Locking Tower where 99% of the monsters were gone.
Zhao Zheng was silent for a while, threw away the Evil Sword Immortal who had lost his intelligence, and shouted with a serious face like a Demon Lord.

"You don't know how to live or die. You dare to provoke me, the Demon Lord. If you do it again, I, the Demon Lord from the Demon Realm, will destroy you all!"

After saying that, Zhao Zheng turned into blood-colored demonic energy and quickly came to the Demon-Suppressing Sword that he had lost as a child in his previous life. Ignoring the horrified Heavenly Demon Emperor who was almost dead, he put away the Demon-Suppressing Sword and disappeared.

After a while,
The outskirts of Shushan.

"This Demon Lord is really something. Not only did he destroy the Demon Locking Tower like this, he also devoured 99% of the creatures inside in one fell swoop. It's really scary, don't you think?"

Zhao Zheng, who was standing on the ground, said with a look of indignation to a group of little monsters he met by coincidence, "Little monsters, you look at me, I look at you," and then they all said in a trembling voice.

"Yes, he is horrible!"

"That's right, he's so scary!"

"Yeah, yeah, he's so scary!"

"Um……"

Zhao Zheng nodded in satisfaction and retracted his fist, ignoring the sheep monster he had killed on the ground. After killing a few more powerful man-eating monsters, he took a step forward and disappeared.

"Did the Demon Lord really do anything about the Demon Locking Tower?"

A little monster saw Zhao Zheng disappear and spoke weakly, and the other monsters looked at each other and said in unison.

"Yes, that's him!"

"It was the Demon Lord who did it!"

"Yes, yes, he did it!"

The monsters spoke indignantly, and some even spoke in a serious manner about what had happened. They spoke in front of the headless corpse of the little monster who had spoken weakly and the corpses of some monsters who had wanted to escape but suddenly lost their heads, with fear on their faces and trembling.

…………

Demon world,

The Demon King's Hall.

"???"

"???"

"You... said that I destroyed the Demon Locking Tower in Shushan, and devoured 99% of the living beings in the tower?" The Demon Lord Zunlou, who had just returned, asked Xifeng while enduring the pain brought by his serious injury.

"Yes, congratulations, sir. Your actions this time have greatly boosted the morale of my demon soldiers. Some even asked you when you plan to attack the human world..."

"..."

is it possible……

The Demon Lord Zunlou didn't want to talk, he just looked at Xifeng expressionlessly, waved his hand in disdain, and after seeing him leave,
His face turned pale and he coughed up two mouthfuls of blood and wiped his mouth. Feeling the serious injuries in his body, the burning fighting spirit in his eyes did not diminish but instead he laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, cough cough... I didn't expect there is such a high level in the Three Realms..."

Demon Lord Zunlou suddenly stopped talking. He looked blankly and confusedly at the magic sword thrown down by a hand that broke through the air, as well as the faint sound of cursing.

"Your brother is the only thing on your mind, right? Fine, fine, fine, I won't give you your clothes even if they are burned. Goodbye..."

"?????????????"

Demon Lord Chonglou slowly typed a series of question marks as he looked at the magic sword on the ground. To be honest, he didn't understand what this meant!
(End of this chapter)