Chapter 351

Looking at Daodao's appearance, it is obvious that he has entered the Supreme Forgetfulness mode again.

In this atmosphere, he definitely cannot continue the previous topic, otherwise it will be really awkward.

In the end, he could only swallow many lines in his stomach and shook his head to answer: "It is indeed not my preparation. It should be a magic that has been set in the marriage contract for a long time... I have no idea about the means of that level."

"Is that so--" Miss Yan Yao dragged out the tail tone and suddenly chuckled: "Then never mind, after resting for so long, go to the street again? Ah, or you can go to Dengxian Lake to have a look. It just so happens that there is no city ban at night recently."

He only didn't mention the ownership of the marriage contract and other issues.

Luo Wusheng, who took a wrong step, felt helpless, but he didn't get too entangled.

"Let's go to Dengxian Lake."

Stop being hurt by his own crazy fans... And there should be fewer people there, and there is a large grove?

The grove is a good place.

Just thinking about it, the girl next to him has walked in front.

Luo Wusheng looked at Miss Yan Yao, who was holding his hand and leading him towards the city gate like an ordinary mortal girl, and was a little dazed for a moment.

Feeling the warmth of the girl's soft hand in his hand, he suddenly felt that this seemed not bad?

Well, just think of it as continuing the date.

But what he didn't know was that Miss Daodao's face under the mask still had a clear blush.

(It was a close call... I almost couldn't control myself.)

(If I really fell like this, and let Didi and Fanfan synchronize their memories, I... eh? It doesn't seem to be a big deal? These two embarrassing guys have cheated me so much, it won't be so serious if it's my turn, right?)

No, no, I can't think like that. I am the aloof and arrogant Daodao, different from the coquettish bitches like Didi and Fanfan.

It's just...

Holding someone's big hand, Miss Yan Yao's eyes flashed with some inexplicable emotions.

If time goes back to the day of the demon rebellion, facing him who appeared at the most powerless time and solved all the problems, can I still suppress my emotions like just now?

I shouldn't be able to do it.

Even now... Well, it's a good thing that I came out tonight, and I didn't give Di Di and Fan Fan the opportunity to make mistakes.

If they really make mistakes, she will bear the responsibility!

If I don't go to hell, who will?

Miss Yan Yao once again gave up the idea of ​​synchronizing memories in advance, and decided that before going back tonight, no matter how the emperor and the mortal body urged, she would pretend not to see it.

Holding the hand of a certain demon sect saint, she unconsciously tightened a little more.

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Dengxian Lake.

There are actually quite a few people gathered here, whether they are people in the royal city or people from other places in the past few days, many of them have gathered by the lake.

The difference is that some people in the royal city may come here simply to worship the sycamore tree that represents the demon sect saint, but people from the outside world are purely eager to comprehend the powerful secrets of the demon sect saint.

The gains of the royal city monks after the demon chaos are obvious to all, and I don't know how many people are jealous of the opportunity that seems like a gift from heaven.

Not only low-level cultivators, but also many Nascent Souls from all over the world… They may not care about some opportunities, but as long as they think of the secret that can make the Demon Sect Saint who only has the perfect Jindan cultivation burst out with the power beyond the God of Transformation, they can't help but be excited.

To be honest, even the God of Transformation cultivators are interested in this secret.

However, unlike this group of Nascent Souls, a large number of God of Transformation who have not been in seclusion have witnessed the war with the demons with their divine thoughts.

So this group of God of Transformation was shocked to find that none of them could be more reckless than the Demon Sect Saint at that time.

In addition, the Taoism that Luo Wusheng showed at the end also made them gain something, which was considered to be a cause and effect... In this way, even the God of Transformation who secretly stood on the opposite side of the Immortal Kingdom at that time was unwilling to wade into this muddy water.

But after all, there are little brothers who have no idea about these.

At this moment, there are dozens of people standing in the air on Dengxian Lake, confronting the people and horses surrounding Dengxian Lake.

"Hehe, it's just a tree. If we cut it down, will the Demon Sect Saint still be unable to revive? We have been sitting here for many days without making any progress. Doesn't this prove that if there is a secret, it is most likely inside it?"

"In that case, how can we be content without giving it a try?"

The man in brocade clothes, who was the leader of the dozens of people, smiled faintly and exuded a powerful aura.

Yuanying is perfect, Grandmaster!

Section 1 # Volume 2 # Chapter 503: Lighting and Soul Control (3k)

Xuanming feels that his luck is really bad recently.

Ever since he was abused by someone in Jianzhou, he has been a miner all the way. After returning to the royal city, he has to do hard labor to find the demon array. In the past few days, he has been ridiculed by his colleagues because of the boasting of "losing the Demon Sect Saint with one move".

That's fine, but what is the situation in front of him?

Clearly, there were no problems when Qilin was in charge of nighttime security at Dengxian Lake a few days ago. But today, for some reason, Qilin was assigned a new task by His Majesty. When it was his turn to deal with it, someone was causing trouble?

And the leader was a Yuanying Perfection.

Xuanming pressed his chest, his eyes darkened under the mask.

He already had some injuries.

The group of guys on the opposite side had obviously planned it in advance, and they had already attacked once before they showed their cultivation.

If it weren't for the fact that there were more people on his side, and there was a group of Yuanying who had not left after being recruited by the Immortal Kingdom during the demon rebellion, plus the formation resistance set up by the Immortal Kingdom in the Dengxian Lake area a few days ago, I'm afraid the other side would have seriously injured all of his people and achieved their goal.

But in front of a Yuanying Perfection, how long can it last?

Not to mention that there are five Yuanying and a group of Jindan on the opposite side.

(This is a tricky idea... Where did this guy who led the group come from? I haven't seen such a Yuanying Perfection in the secret intelligence. Is he a disguise? Or an old guy who is practicing in seclusion somewhere?)

Controlling the core of the protective formation on the Dengxian Lake side, Xuanming didn't know what to do for a while.

The message for help was sent out, but he also knew the current situation in the royal city. It was really difficult to allocate a combat force that could deal with the Yuanying Perfection in time.

And this side obviously couldn't hold out that long.

"What? Are you still not moving? Are you really willing to get seriously injured or even lose your life for a tree?"

The brocade-clad man in the lead in the air narrowed his eyes and took a step forward: "Or are you waiting for the Immortal Kingdom to send in people? Can the Immortal Kingdom send out enough help to deal with us in the first place?"

Xuan Ming saw that the other party had prepared a spell and was about to cast it.

The brocade-clad man seemed to be nagging, but in fact he had no intention of using dialogue to solve the problem. He just wanted to shake the mind of the Immortal Kingdom cultivator who presided over the formation and break it from the weak point of the formation.

If he really gave in, he would directly send his life to the other party.

The air began to tremble, and the branches and leaves of the dense forest shook and rustled.

(Tsk, why haven't they come yet... Even if we can't find someone who can beat Yuanying Perfection, call Tianzhu first. With her natural array heart controlling the array, she can at least last longer than me...)

Xuanming was anxious, but he calmly poured his spiritual power into the array core and reached for his storage bag.

He had to take out his heavy sword and use all his strength.

"It's a pity that I'm still a little short of breaking through the middle stage of Yuanying... huh?"

The eyes under the turtle pattern mask suddenly flickered, and the hand that had been pressed on the storage bag slowly loosened again.

At the same time, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the man in brocade clothes on the horizon.

"Forget it, do it."

As soon as the voice fell, a broken wooden sculpture with almost only the base left appeared in the hands of the man in brocade clothes. His spiritual power hovered over the wooden sculpture and began to emit terrifying fluctuations.

The group of people behind him also launched their own attacking spells, with full special effects.

This wave of attacks, I'm afraid that even if the array of Dengxian Lake can withstand it, the cultivators who presided over the array will all be seriously injured.

The group of cultivators who came for the phoenix tree all raised their hands.

But at this moment, an indifferent voice sounded out of nowhere and reached the ears of everyone present.

"Don't move."

The spells that were supposed to fall all stopped at this moment. The hands of dozens of cultivators led by the man in brocade clothes that were supposed to wave were all stuck in the air, and the gathered spiritual power was chaotically dissipated due to this sudden freeze.

Even so, they still maintained the posture of releasing spells and could not move.

If you say you are not allowed to move, you are not allowed to move.

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"Aren't we going out? If you don't show up, your Dao rules alone can't hold back the Nascent Soul for long, right?"

In the small woods outside Dengxian Lake, Miss Yan Yao, who was squatting in the grass, looked at Luo Wusheng beside her.

They had actually been there for a while, and they had heard everything the man in brocade clothes said.

Daodao wanted to take action... Although her current cultivation is still only in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, she has gained a lot after the battle with the demons. Almost breaking through is secondary. The most important thing is that she has made great progress in the principles of the Great Dao. With the help of various Taoist instruments, she can barely fight against the Nascent Soul Perfection.

If she really can't beat him, she can borrow the Human King Sword of Emperor Didi, or even remotely merge her incarnation.

But Luo Wusheng stopped her and asked her to pretend to be the emperor to send a message to Xuanming first, so that fellow Daoist Dazhuang can calm down.

(However, his methods are too extraordinary... Every word is a Dao principle, which affects the power of heaven and earth, and can even affect the cultivators with the perfect Nascent Soul... How strong is this guy now?)

Miss Yan Yao's eyes flashed under the white tiger mask.

And Luo Wusheng beside her glanced at the group of cultivators who were fixed by his Dao principles, his eyes stayed on the man in brocade clothes who was the leader, and then touched his chin.

"Don't worry, I found something interesting."

"Hmm?"

Miss Yan Yao showed some doubts when she heard Luo Wusheng's words.

Luo Wusheng did not explain, and his eyes fell on the broken wood carving in the hands of the man in brocade clothes.

(That thing can attract the pile of phoenix incense in my body that I don't know how to use... It's interesting. Others may really want to chop down the tree to find my so-called powerful secret, but the leader seems to have other purposes hidden, and his own realm is also a little problematic...)

However, this group of people probably thought wrong.

The phoenix tree is actually the embodiment of the fire of Nirvana, at most mixed with a little bit of Luo Wusheng's consciousness. In essence, it is not a tree at all, but an immortal fire of Nirvana. No matter how it is chopped, it will soon return to its original state. Even if it really uses some special skills to complete the destruction, it is meaningless.

Otherwise, the bald donkeys of Buddhism would have taken action long ago, so how could it be the turn of these little brothers?

Thinking of this, Luo Wusheng looked to the other side again.

Among the people surrounding Dengxian Lake, he really has a lot of acquaintances. In addition to fellow Taoist Da Zhuang, ten of the nineteen Nascent Souls who came from Jianzhou were also present. The rest were also some unknown guys and those from the Immortal Kingdom. Official personnel.

They have the upper hand in terms of numbers, but unfortunately it doesn't mean much when one person is beating dozens of others.

Luo Wusheng's gaze did not stay in the crowd for too long. Luo Wusheng's gaze fell far away in the lake and looked at the huge sycamore tree.

The tree itself had no meaning, but Luo Wusheng stopped his eyes strangely on a branch of the tree.

There were three red ropes tied to the branch, which were the manifestation of Luo Wusheng's consciousness that had been mixed in it.

But next to the three red ropes, a black and white rope appeared at some point. It was also tied to the branch and fluttering in the wind...

At this time, the man in brocade clothes in mid-air had been freed from the "not allowed to move" state, but he looked around with a vigilant look on his face.

"Who! What kind of guy is pretending to be a ghost? Do you dare to show up and fight?"

Listening to these words, Luo Wusheng's expression under the black tiger mask moved slightly, but he looked opposite the man.

Miss Yan Yao seemed to have sensed something and looked in that direction as well.

But two voices suddenly sounded from there.

"How dare you, this little brat, dare to bark in front of our Holy Son's grave?"

"... Hold the lamp and be careful with your words. The Holy Son is not dead yet."

Wrapped in black robes, two figures, one tall and one short, stepped out of the void.

The tall man held a green lamp in his hand, and the flame on the lamp was swaying, as arrogant as he appeared.

The short one was holding a gloomy silver-black chain in his hand, and there seemed to be endless ghosts entangled in it, with ghostly shadows floating around.

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The man in brocade frowned tightly.

He couldn't understand what was happening.