Peerless Taoist

"Wensheng's disciple?"

General Jinjia raised his eyebrows: "this son is deceitful and cruel. Wensheng will accept him as a disciple?"

Fu Zhixue said faintly, "the so-called education without discrimination, everyone has something worth teaching. The master accepts disciples, and the Lord is afraid he is not qualified to tell."

His teacher is a saint of literature and ranks among the three masters.

Even if Jinjia general is a divine Marquis, he can't be presumptuous to Wensheng.

Fu Zhixue continued: "the Lord has just killed the leader of the punishment world of the nether world. Although the nether world is nominally subject to our Dynasty, it is inevitable that there are some remaining members of the nether Taoist army who intend to avenge the Lord. It is said that the former disciples of the nether Taoist king have come to you."

General Jinjia's face changed and said in a deep voice, "I want five thousand positions!"

Fu Zhixue said lightly, "the holy master let me take charge of the official department out of his trust in me. Three thousand is the limit. Please forgive me."

"Hum!" general Jin Jia gave a cold hum and brushed his sleeve to leave.

As general Jinjia left, the terror around him dissipated in an instant.

The white light falling from the token gradually became blurred and dim.

"Unexpectedly, it will provoke the divine Marquis Xu Guizong. You really will cause me trouble." Fu Zhixue murmured: "however, the most afraid thing in our school is trouble."

"This token can only call me once at most. If you get into trouble again, I'm afraid I can't save you."

Fu Zhixue looked at Lu Yu and glanced at the direction of general Jinjia's departure. His figure gradually dissipated.

"Patter!"

The token seemed to lose its last strength, and finally fell powerlessly to the ground and completely lost its luster.

Lu Yu, however, was always in a coma.

His physical injury is too serious. Under the powerful pressure of the Lord level, even if the other party is just an empty shadow, his current cultivation can't bear it.

Now Lu Yu's upper and lower muscles and bones have been broken, and countless large and small meridians have been broken, and wisps of blood gradually flow down from his muscles.

But perhaps Lu Yu didn't expect that a strong force began to spread gradually in Lu Yu's body.

Lu Yu's original physique is strong enough, and the strength of his muscles and bones is far higher than that of monks of the same level.

Because of this, even if he got the inheritance of Que Hou, he could absorb a few.

Now, Xu Guizong breaks all the meridians, muscles and bones of Lu Yu's whole body, which happens to be invisible, providing Lu Yu with an opportunity to recast again.

Countless meridians and bones began to be repaired quickly under the support of Que Hou's huge mana.

The reconstituted bones are covered with a dazzling golden light on the surface, and there are countless ancient seal inscriptions on them. At a glance, we can see the extraordinary features of these muscles and bones.

With Lu Yu's breath, strands of turbid gas are discharged from the body. With each breath, Lu Yu's breath will become stronger and stronger.

He seems to have entered an ancient state of cultivation. He seems to be sleeping, but his whole body is constantly cultivating.

Boom!

With a loud noise in the landing plume, the bottleneck in the later stage of the supreme realm was directly broken through, and everything seemed to be natural for the progress of cultivation.

One day, two days

With the passage of time, Lu Yu's cultivation is becoming stronger and stronger.

On the tenth day, the peace of hell was suddenly broken again.

"Who told me what happened to the city of Wangtian of Yinluo sect?" a cold voice suddenly spread over hell.