Chapter 310 Which is stronger, the Great Wusheng King or the Immortal
He Yu asked: "Master Hei, may I ask who the holy king is? He is called a saint and a king."
Holy King, these two words mean a lot to monks. The names and nicknames of monks are not random, and bearing a name that is not worthy of the name will have an impact on the state of mind.
Cultivators cultivate their minds, they can't just add a great saint to themselves like ordinary emperors. You can lie to others, but if you lie to yourself, you will have no hope of entering the Tao.
Another name for lying to yourself is the demon.
Holy meaning is the sage who can understand everything, what he says is perfect, the pinnacle of Tao.
King, the king of the holy.
There is no holy king, but they know that this is a very extraordinary existence just by hearing the name.
The little black man replied: "There is no sage king in troubled times, ancient books record three hundred for sleep, open eyes is troubled times, close eyes is peace."
There is no holy king, and the world is in trouble.
The powerful creatures of heaven and earth in the era of the little black man have basically died out, and there will be no birth in the future. In the end, all that remains are plants like food, and all kinds of birds and beasts.
The creature who was born with the ability to move mountains and fill the sea has never appeared again. But the legends of these existences have been handed down, and the prototypes of many monsters are these creatures.
As the top monk of that era, the little black man naturally knew many secrets. He himself relied on the inheritance of an existence named "Yu" to break through to become a **** and get to where he is today.
The technique of teleportation praised by the world is just a poor imitation of this existence.
Hearing these words, all the demons gasped. From this passage alone, they could vaguely understand the horror of this mysterious existence.
The Taoist who refined corpses asked excitedly: "Doesn't that mean that the world is going to be in chaos? The first place must be Shenzhou. As long as there is enough chaos, we can continue to fish in troubled waters!"
Some people are sad and some are happy, at least they are the kind of evil cultivators who are wanted by China most hope that the world will be chaotic, otherwise they can only hide in this square inch. If it was possible, who wouldn't want to be a power and a blessing in Shenzhou and enjoy the endless spiritual things brought by the first opening of the world.
He Yu's face is dark. He is not a righteous person, but he still doesn't want China to become chaotic.
Invisibly, he has regarded Shenzhou as the Kyushu of his previous life. When he really can't get along outside, he can go back and hide his name. As long as there is no killing karma on him, no one will care where he came from and what he did before.
This is a bit like the little black man, both of them have clean hands and feet.
The little black man shook his head and said, "Have you forgotten that there is still that person in China?"
An ordinary Taoist appeared in his mind, and all the demons shook their bodies immediately, and most of their original arrogance disappeared.
The person who spoke just now said with a guilty conscience: "We are still waiting and watching, and sailing carefully for ten thousand years. Even if it really messes up and we are the last to enter, it is not impossible to grab the site."
"What the corpse said is very reasonable."
"It's really a good idea."
He Yu didn't have the intention to fish in troubled waters, but instead continued to inquire about the Great Wu Shengwang.
"Excuse me, Master Hei, are you facing this Great Wusheng King? Can you run away?"
The word "run" may be an insult to other strong people, but it is a compliment to the little black man. As long as he can run through everything, he is also a strong one against one.
The little black man raised his head slightly, and said with an unfathomable face: "I dare not say the odds, but I can still run. After all, I have run many times in succession in the living immortal hand, and the mere sage king is not worth mentioning." .”
All the devils are in awe, especially for the boss of this family.
The specific strength of their master Hei is not clear, but the record is there, and they have indeed escaped from the immortals several times in a row. For example, there was a treasure in the underworld before, and dozens of hundreds of strong men entered Shenzhou, and what they fought was called a world collapse and earth shattering.
In the end, the immortals made a move, and it could almost be said that the entire army was wiped out. Only their boss ran back.
"Hei Ye's Taoism is unrivaled!"
"As the so-called natural selection, the winner is king, and the greatest ability is to survive. No matter how good those people are at fighting? There is nothing we can do about it."
"Indeed indeed."
The people under him are naturally a rainbow fart, so it may lose the style of the past, but the leader likes it. Besides, good things are better than bad things, and there is nothing wrong with flattering.
The little black man is very useful, life is like this, it is not bad to be a chicken head if you can't be a crested head.
At the same time, he thought to himself: The name of Zha Shixian is really useful, just mentioning it can suppress these little guys.
Although he is a god, but the group of his opponents has no grace to teach them, and they need some means to convince them. The most effective way is to enhance one's prestige, so that the people under him feel that they have meat to follow.
How to improve prestige?
He learned it from a senior not long ago, and the version answer is alive!
Don't talk about how powerful you are, just say have you ever competed with a fairy? If you are still alive than later, you are strong, and if you have more records, you are strong.
He, the little black man, has gone through a few tricks under the hands of the immortal!
As for others who are better than me, the grass on the grave is three feet high, what qualifications do I have to compare with myself?
He continued with an unfathomable face:
"There is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people. I am just a ray of floating between the sky and the earth. When you enter the Tao and understand the sky and the earth, you will know that the sky and the earth are vast, and there are so many strong people that it is not worth mentioning."
Suddenly there was a trance in front of his eyes, and a vague phantom appeared in his sight, walking towards him step by step.
Passed by all his subordinates, none of them noticed.
The little black man's eyes narrowed slightly, and when Xu Ying stood in front of him, he couldn't help but take half a step back. Suddenly the blurry phantom opened its mouth, the shape of the mouth seemed to be saying something.
【Come and pick me up, there is work to do, 37 points】
"I'll go and see if you guys stay at home, and run away if something happens."
After finishing speaking, the little black man disappeared in place in a flash, and escaped into the void. The demons have long been accustomed to the behavior of their boss coming and going without a trace.
…
The little black man protruded from the void, and had already arrived at a coast thousands of miles away.
A young man is sitting on a rock, wearing a straw hat, holding a fishing rod made of fine bamboo, and a bucket beside him. Two robins stood on his shoulders, clinging to each other.
This person is Mo Luo, the ancestor of the heart demon. He is considering employment recently. After contacting several officials one after another, none of them were willing to give the town-level treatment.
Even the Yandi Luzon Islands, which don’t have a township level, keep shaking their heads when they hear that they are not in the age of Immortals. Being able to provide a rich supply of spiritual objects and spirit stones, when it comes to the power of the town and country level, it will be talked about.
So he decided to slow down for the time being, after all, he still couldn't save his face, and he couldn't use force.
Mo Luo glanced at the little black man, pointed to the two little birds on his shoulders and said, "Look at these two little guys, the first pair of reincarnation dragons and phoenixes at the beginning of the world, after a little training, they can be holy beasts."
Being number one always has an extraordinary meaning, and the first reincarnation in this world is naturally favored by the heaven and earth.
"Greetings, senior." The little black man offered his hands and saluted, his voice was icy, with a trace of guard.
It is nearly 1,500 miles away from my hometown, even if it is a sound transmission, it cannot be transmitted that far. The opponent doesn't know the art of teleportation, at least for now it is impossible to be faster than him.
The phantom can only be seen by himself, it is obviously some kind of hallucination. Coupled with the address of the other party, the little black man suspected the demon Mo Luo had planted for him.
Seriously, your life may be pinched by the other party.
Mo Luo suddenly smiled and said: "Heart is better than things, and it is everywhere. As long as it is a living thing, it has a heart. I can plant a heart demon even in this coral reef."
Wow!
If the face of the little black man hadn't been covered by his disguise, he must be extremely hideous now.
"Pfft ha ha ha, look at you, it's interesting and interesting." Mo Luo couldn't help clapping his hands and let out a hearty laugh, as if he found a toy.
One of his hobbies in life is to play with people's hearts. This hobby has almost formed an instinct, otherwise he would not be able to create a demon. And the most satisfying thing is to play with the heart of the strong, and hold the high-ranking god-man in his hands.
Just when the little black man's aura climbed to the peak and he was about to make a move. Mo Luo suddenly pointed to the sky, and said, "But I didn't plant a demon in you, I swear to Dao. Xiao Hei, I am sincere to you, why are you so nervous?"
"..."
Under the teasing eyes of the other party, the little black man slowly withdrew his breath, and there was nowhere to release the breath in his heart.
If it wasn't for the fact that the other party was stronger than him, he would definitely draw out his soul. But since he didn't plant a demon in himself, it wouldn't do him any good to turn his face.
He said flatteringly: "Senior's miraculous skills are world-class, so it's no wonder that he can trap immortals for a hundred years. It should be no problem against that Zixiao Shenlei, right?"
This time it was Mo Luo's turn to froze. Did someone pick up the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder? If Li Changsheng had the ability back then, he would have walked around.
Fortunately, he had a thicker skin, and said as if he hadn't heard: "It is profitable for me to come to you today? As long as it becomes a cultivation resource worth 10 years of yours, and even allows you to step into the Nascent Soul earlier than others. "
As soon as he heard that it was profitable, the little black man quickly restrained his unhappiness just now, and his voice became brisk and respectful: "Please tell me more about it, senior. If I can do my best, I will definitely help you."
"You should feel it, Da Wu Sheng Wang."
Mo Luo looked at the void, and could feel the turbid and chaotic breath, and even a little bit of ordinary golden elixir would make him crazy.
"The chaotic world was beaten to death long ago in my time. The accompanying Dawuquan and his body were scraped off by a group of big Buddhas. It is said that he ate it on the spot, and it took decades to end it. Dawuquan has a hundred years of cultivation, and the top It’s due to your painstaking cultivation for two years.”
The reincarnated people have different speeds of restoration, such as the little black man who transformed into a deity in his previous life. One year is about as much as 50 years in the previous life, and this speed has been maintained until reaching the upper limit of the world.
It is estimated that Nascent Soul will need several years of hard work to break through. If it can break through in advance, it will indeed seize the opportunity.
The little black man folded his hands and bowed his head and said, "Let the seniors order you!"
If you have money, you are a father, if you give money, you are a father.
"Excuse me, senior, how do you get this Great Wuquan? Are you planning to **** it?"
"No, snatching is inferior to anything." Mo Luo said with a smile: "Later, we will sell favors, a great favor. As long as he gives me a few dozen catties of Dawuquan, we will honor him."
Few people can refuse the follow of a strong person of the same level.
The little black man asked himself that as long as he took out some regenerable spiritual objects, he would be able to get the followers of a strong man who turned into a god, and he would never refuse. No matter whether he can really drive the other party, at least he can face it.
For a powerhouse of their level, sometimes the face is too big.
But isn’t this a bit of a fuss?
The little black man said: "I am a saint at most. It's okay to worship a holy king. It's just that you...is there something wrong with you, senior?"
Mo Luo is also a holy king after all, and the mysterious method has just been shown to him, and the little black man is still in a cold sweat until now.
Anyone with a heart cannot escape the demons.
It may be true to besiege immortals for a hundred years...
"You will know after a while, I know this kind of creature who is born to be holy." Mo Luo said with a smile.
Then he released the two robins on his shoulders, so as not to be killed by the aftermath later.
"Let's go, take me up. Based on your understanding of space, you should be able to get there."
"yes."
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Layer upon layer of void, a puddle of muddy water with a width of hundreds of miles, like a vast ocean, this place is already a small world.
All kinds of fierce beasts are tumbling, and under the influence of the law of the beginning of the world, the fierce beasts that can be called the name from ancient times to the present are all resurrected here.
turbidity, impure water, the pollution of all things.
If Huangquan is just the extreme of yin, then this is the extreme of filth.
Suddenly two figures appeared on the turbid sea, stepping on the grayish-yellow unclear water, an indescribable sense of nausea welled up in my heart.
The way they practice is Taoist orthodox in the words of the Immortal Era, and it is called Qingliu in ancient times, otherwise it is turbidity.
turbidity corresponds to evil cultivation.
The water under the feet suddenly became pitch black, and then a huge mouth of the abyss with a diameter of nearly 100 meters protruded, trying to swallow the two of them in one gulp.
Mo Luo raised his eyebrows slightly, and the beast's giant mouth spoke back silently, and then resurfaced the water to push them up.
It was a sea snake covered with red armor, the part protruding from the water was over a thousand meters long, and it was a golden core demon.
Looking at the bewildered eyes of the beast, the little black man was startled: this golden elixir stage beast was controlled in the blink of an eye, the way of the inner demon is really terrifying.
Mo Luo released a wisp of breath, with a gentle voice, spreading across the entire small world, reaching the ears of tens of thousands of beasts, shaking the void.
"Mara, please see the Great Wu Shengwang!"
When the sound subsided, the turbid sea suddenly rolled up a vortex stretching tens of thousands of meters, and its area could engulf half of the Liuli Islands.
A gigantic figure rushed out of it, and a gigantic shadow enveloped the two of them. When I fixed my eyes, I saw that it was an extremely mighty beast.
Four legs and three claws, brown hair, face like a stone lion, with a white horn on top, eyebrows turned into flowing clouds, eyes like a big sun.
There is no holy king, and the world is in trouble.
Zhuoshi stared at the two with his round eyes, and endless fierceness rushed towards him. The little black man only persisted for a few seconds, then slowly lowered his head.
Mo Luo looked calm, which made the troubled times look at him differently.
"Why are you looking for me, a man named Mara."
The voice is like thunder, not another language, but it is more like a beast's roar, but it can make people understand the meaning.
Mo Luo cut to the chase and said: "Shortly after his comeback, there is no spiritual object that has recovered his strength, and there are enemies outside. Today I came to find a treasure, Dawuquan, and if the Dawu Saint King rewards you, I would like to respect you as king."
Zhuoshi was stunned for a long time, even if he was a little confused.
After working on it for a long time, it turned out that you came to ask for help, but your cultivation is not so humble, right?
"Dawuquan can borrow you, but what are you capable of?" Chaoshi's body like a mountain leaned forward, and an unparalleled sense of oppression struck.
"I don't accept useless people."
Mo Luo said proudly: "I have fought with immortals for hundreds of years."
"Immortal? Where is the god." The troubled times became interesting.
"The strongest in the world."
Hearing this name, Zhuo Shi was stunned for a moment, then his eyes seemed to be on fire, and he asked, "Who is stronger between me and that immortal?"
Being a little transparent little black man, he realized at this moment that Mo Luo had this plan!
Originally thought they were here to ask for a favor, but they didn't expect that they were here to eat the inheritance.
(end of this chapter)