I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 187 Preacher: Stealing Fire

The Nan Ming who uttered the words "Five Fire Seeds" had a gentle look in his eyes, without any murderous intent. He looked as ordinary as a child casually crushing an ant.

When Lu Wujiu heard this, he was neither surprised nor angry, but instead felt that it was natural.

This is right!

With such obsession, how could I be a white lotus?

Lu Wujiu, who had been prepared for a long time, subconsciously wanted to use the power of the Lord of the Human Skin Book to teleport away and temporarily avoid the attack.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, his face changed drastically.

But he saw that the Five-Armor Sword that he had just condensed suddenly broke free from his body and flew towards Nanming himself.

"Sword type?"

Upon seeing this, Nan Ming's gentle face showed a hint of surprise. He obviously didn't expect that the Fire God's fire in Lu Wujiu's body was actually in the form of a sword!
"He is a talented person, what a pity."

With a sigh, he stretched out his hand to take the Wujia sword.

Unexpectedly, when his fingertips were about to touch, a sword light suddenly gushed out from the sword, like an eagle grabbing lightning, and slashed towards the face of Nan Ming himself!

"Ok?"

Nan Ming's eyes suddenly widened, his expression calm, but at this moment, it seemed as if he had seen a great terror.

"puff!"

Just as the sword light was about to hit him, endless flames surged out of his skull, wrapping around the sword light, consuming each other's strength!
At this moment, Nan Ming himself no longer had the composure he had at first.

Because the "spark" he passed on got out of control.

This is something that no preacher can tolerate.

He could clearly feel that within the Fire Sword Seed, there was another will that was resisting his seizure.

So much so that when he subconsciously reached out to grab the sword seed, the sword seed suddenly flew towards Lu Wujiu.

"Shhhhhh!"

At the same time, countless sword beams gushed out from the sword seeds, overlapping with each other, turning into three layers of swords, rushing towards Nanming himself.

How rich is the experience of Nan Ming in fighting?

While fighting for the sword seed, the skull remains at the foot opened a bloody mouth made of flames as if in anticipation, and swallowed the sword light and the sword seed in one gulp.

"Bang bang bang..."

Suddenly, a popping sound like frying beans was emitted from the huge mouth of fire.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Nan Ming's original body suddenly disappeared, turning into a stream of heat. With flames as the medium, he appeared next to the Wujia sword seed and reached out to grab the sword seed.

This time, the sword could no longer break free and fell directly into his palm.

As his mind swept over it, a sense of understanding arose in his heart.

"It's truly amazing! It turns out he created a completely new Dao. Unfortunately, he used my own fire. Ultimately, it belongs to me."

As Nan Ming spoke, the trembling sword gradually calmed down.

His will has completely overwhelmed the sword master Lu Wujiu.

He then opened his mouth and, like a street juggler, slowly swallowed the Five Armor Sword Seed into his mouth and took it into his body.

In an instant, this body of flesh forged by flames immediately exuded the majesty that only a fifth-class cultivator could possess.

However, he was not satisfied, and sighed with a look of disgust: "I never thought that I would have to fight for such a weak force one day. How sad and lamentable!"

"This is clearly my sword type, how could it be under your control?"

Lu Wujiu looked flustered.

"Noisy!"

Nan Ming himself was too lazy to explain and waved his hand with a look of disgust, as if to drive away a disturbing fly.

In an instant, an almost transparent flame gushed out from the remains of the skull and swept towards Lu Wujiu.

After losing the fifth-class sword seed, Lu Wujiu's cultivation level immediately dropped back to the fourth-class realm. Facing the stranglehold of the fifth-class cultivator, he was completely unable to fight back.

In just a moment, it was wrapped up.

The transparent flame then changed into many colors, like a furnace in the center of the earth, trying to refine Lu Wujiu.

"Why? Tell me!"

Lu Wujiu questioned sternly.

Nan Ming himself was too lazy to respond. He familiarized himself with the fire sword while silently urging the flames.

During the inspection, he was surprised to find that the power of this fire sword was far greater than that of the Fire God. At least, after cultivating the sword, there was no need to practice other magical powers. The sword light emitted by the sword itself could be called a killing move!
In addition, the stability of the sword's shape also has an incredible condensing and tempering effect on the divine fire.

In other words, the longer a sword exists, the more refined the divine fire becomes. It is possible that when it reaches a critical point, a new divine fire will be derived.

This even made him feel a little bit of appreciation for Lu Wujiu's talent, and he wanted to keep Lu Wujiu and force him to tell him the method of condensing the sword seed.

However, as soon as he changed his mind, he gave up.

He is just a fifth-class cultivator. Now that he has a blueprint, with his experience and ability, it is only a matter of time for him to work it out in reverse.

Why take the risk?

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that Lu Wujiu seemed to have not turned into ashes yet?

"Ha ha……"

Just at this moment, a low laugh suddenly came from the flames.

"You are really a dog that can't change its eating habits. You are so obsessed with this, and so am I. I will give you a chance. If you confess, I will show leniency. I may allow you to reincarnate in another life."

"Ok?"

Nan Ming frowned.

When a person is about to die, his mind collapses?

However, when he looked carefully, he saw that Lu Wujiu in the flames was still intact, and a mysterious force protected him from the erosion of the flames.

"You damn duck has a tough mouth!"

Nan Ming shouted angrily, with a surge of resentment in his heart. He was already furious at the fact that he had fallen into this state today!

In his opinion, seizing the fire from the fifth-class monk was not a matter of life and death, but more like a humiliation.

It was as pitiful as a shepherd who stole the skin of a lamb and put it on his own bloody and skinless body.

Unexpectedly, this lamb that lost its skin is not dead yet, and is even making sarcastic remarks.

This made him feel frustrated, and he suddenly used all his strength to drive the skull remains. In an instant, the sun hanging high above the fairy palace burst out with eye-catching light again.

But this time, no one came up to check.

Everyone looked envious.

I thought that this should be the light emitted by Master Lu Tian as he consolidated his cultivation.

"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being rude."

Lu Wujiu issued a final warning, and heard a hint of disdain on the corner of Nanming's mouth. However, just as this disdain appeared, his face suddenly froze.

He looked down at his body in horror!
But his skin, which was condensed from flames, suddenly dissipated like ink, and exploded with billowing black smoke under the evaporation of flames.

This body is... fake? ! !
"You lied to me!"

Nan Ming himself was shocked and angry. Without the fire carried by his physical body, he floated in the black smoke again.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, a piece of arm emerged from the black smoke.

The arm suddenly grasped the sword, and then disappeared. The next moment, the familiar level 5 cultivation level came from not far away.

Looking with spiritual sense, it was Lu Wujiu!

How could this be?
The fall in realm made it impossible for Nanming, despite his experience, to see through the truth. As he was horrified, the world suddenly darkened.

However, as Lu Wujiu wrote frantically, a painting of "River and Mountain in Color" quietly emerged, wrapping up the remains of the skull. Surging water vapor swarmed out of it, dissipating the power of the skull!

"Die!"

Lu Wujiu, who regained control of the Wujia sword, engraved the "pseudo-spiritual weapon" while frantically swallowing and spitting out skull flames, using his own method to retaliate and seize control.

"Bastard!"

Nan Ming was furious and tried to snatch the fifth-class sword again. However, this time, he was surprised to find that Lu Wujiu, who seemed to be right in front of him, was actually thousands of miles away.

Time and space seemed to fold before his eyes!
This made him feel a chill in his heart.

If he were in his prime, not to mention this distance, even if he was across half of Middle-earth, he could recall all the fires he had released.

However, his remaining soul is too weak now.

He was so weak that he only had raging flames but was unable to perform delicate operations. This was the fundamental reason why he tricked Lu Wujiu into reshaping his body for him.

He was even more helpless against Lu Wujiu who was thousands of miles away!

He couldn't do anything to Lu Wujiu, but Lu Wujiu could do anything to him.

Although the fake spiritual weapon engraved with Ran Zhendao's seal was not as good as the real spiritual weapon, Lu Wujiu used it to the death without any regret. He poured all the water-based energy of the spiritual weapon onto the remains of the skull.

This is not the end yet. Relying on his level of cultivation and the almost endless energy in the human skin book, he kept engraving pseudo-spiritual weapons.

At the same time, using the Five-A Sword Type as a guide, he swallowed and exhaled skull flames.

If this trend continues, the failure of the Southern Ming Dynasty will be inevitable.

His power was ultimately limited by the small world, and he could only unleash the power of the fifth grade.

How to do?
In extreme anger, Nan Ming suddenly shrank the flames, so that the sun hanging high above the fairy palace turned into a black sun as if it was eaten by a heavenly dog.

That is the characteristic of flames shrinking to the limit.

Lu Wujiu was horrified by this... Is he going to self-destruct?

Unexpectedly, as the flames contracted, a point of heat far exceeding that of the skull was born in the middle, and in an instant, it burned a hole in the human skin book.

"good chance!"

When Nan Ming saw this, his eyes lit up. He rolled up the extreme flame that his remnant soul could control and fled away through the hole.

At the same time, his divine sense swept over, and the flame that was shrinking in the skull was released with a bang!

Seeing this scene, Lu Wujiu's eyelids twitched. He had no time to hunt down Nan Ming himself, so he suddenly summoned the Five Armor Sword and inserted it into the center of the flames that were released suddenly.

Using the Five-A Sword Type, he swallowed and released the flames, and at the same time pushed the pseudo-spiritual weapon to the extreme!

Under the isolation of the pseudo spiritual weapon, the people in the Immortal Palace only felt that the sun in the sky flickered a few times, and then quickly returned to calm.

No one knew that a catastrophe that could destroy the Asgard was about to pass by them.

After a while, the Golden Crow above his head finally returned to normal, emitting light and heat steadily. Only those with high cultivation levels would faintly notice that the Golden Crow seemed to have cooled down a bit.

I don’t know, was it Master Lu Tian who did it?
"call--"

Lying on the skull remains, Lu Wujiu heaved a long sigh with cold sweat on his forehead.

Looking at the sword inserted in the skull, it had already reached the fifth level of perfection under the impact of the flames.

The raging flames surged, tempered, and condensed within the sword.

However, when Lu Wujiu saw it, he did not feel happy at all.

Half of the control over this sword was not in his hands, which was beyond his imagination and cognition.

No one can accept the power that one has cultivated with great effort but is not under one's own control, let alone the fifth-class level of Taoism that everyone in the Nine Paths yearns for?
He reached out and touched the hilt of the sword, feeling the surging power within it. Without the interference of Nanming Tianzun, he felt that the Fire Sword was as easy to use as his own arm, without any sense of awkwardness.

But what happened before was so despairing.

In silence, he waved his hand, and a "Yin Lu" or "Xian Lu" appeared in his hand.

Could the fire seed be similar to the immortal talisman he created?

If it is like a spark, then wouldn’t it be the same for other ways that require a master to teach the “Tao”?
This speculation made his scalp tingle and his face look ugly.

Although Nanming Tianzun was defeated, he is not dead.

If we give this kind of person some time, he will surely make a comeback. By then, let alone fighting him, it will be a problem whether we can even keep the top five swords.

After a moment of hesitation, he put away the Fire Sword, condensed a flaming robe, and disappeared from the skull remains in a flash.

When he appeared again, he was already outside the gate of the Di Ting Si Mansion.

The Di Ting Department, which was authorized by Master Lu Tian to "collect books from all over the world", is arguably the busiest department among the Nine Departments.

Immortal officials were constantly coming and going at the door.

There are also various sects and schools running around in order to earn more immortal money, making the place extremely crowded.

When Lu Wujiu appeared, the crowd coming and going in front of the door suddenly froze, like beasts hearing the roar of a tiger and birds hearing the cry of a phoenix, and their eyes subconsciously looked towards Lu Wujiu.

The undisguised aura of the Five Armors is enough to make people tremble with fear.

"Lu, Lu Tianshi?"

The gatekeeper was so frightened that he stammered.

"Notify the Di Ting Division that I need to review all the records of the Five-Tier cultivators in the Nine Paths Land. Hurry!"

Lu Wujiu ordered with a cold face.

"Yes!"

The immortal official guarding the gate saluted hurriedly, then turned and rushed into the Di Ting Si.

The next moment, with the arrival of Lu Wujiu, the Di Ting Division suddenly became bustling with activity. Countless people were mobilized to search for sentences and check classics in the sea of ​​books.

In Diting Mansion, Lu Wujiu sat at the head of the table, reading the scriptures.

Di Ting Si Jun Yanqing sat beside him with a look of awe on his face, feeling the surging aura of Lu Wujiu's Five Armor, his heart like a tide, crashing against the shore.

At this time, the hall was quiet, and from time to time, immortal officials came in carefully holding books.

Lu Wujiu read ten lines at a glance, constantly flipping through the recorded legends of the Five-A Class monks. The appearance of these Five-A Class monks were all big figures who caused turmoil in their respective areas.

Therefore, the information is very detailed.

After flipping through about a dozen books, Lu Wujiu discovered that these top five masters either died of old age or died in battles.

Sudden death is rare.

This relieved him.

After realizing that the Three Thousand Great Daos might all have owners, he suddenly had a terrifying guess... that is, the land of the Nine Daos was the pig farm of the powerful people in Middle-earth.

The fifth-class monk is the mature fruit.

Fortunately, at the moment, it seems that is not the case.

Yan Qing stared at Lu Wujiu, and when he saw him sigh, he quickly asked, "May I ask Heavenly Master, why are you sighing?"

Lu Wujiu said, "I was lucky enough to reach the fifth level of cultivation, but I had some doubts in my heart, so I just wanted to verify it."

Yan Qing asked, "What was the result?"

Lu Wujiu said: "Not bad."

As he spoke, he put down the book in his hand and said, "Make a copy of all these classics and send it to the Tianshi Mansion. In the future, if you come across any records about the Five-Class cultivators, no matter how absurd, you must send a copy to the Tianshi Mansion."

Yan Qing quickly bowed and said, "I obey your orders!"

Lu Wujiu nodded, stood up and left, thinking that it was time to talk to "Master Nanming".

(End of this chapter)