Chapter Fifty-One

The sudden reward of merit points made Lu Zhou startled.

Reverent worship?

Shouldn't all these villains do good deeds?

Just thinking about it, Xiao Yuan'er ran in from outside.

"Master, Fourth Senior Brother killed!"

Lu Zhou sat up straight and said lightly, "What's the matter?"

Xiao Yuan'er then recounted the ins and outs of what she saw and heard at the foot of the mountain.

Hearing this, Lu Zhou frowned slightly.

The maid of Yanyue Palace is Ye Tianxin's subordinate, Ye Tianxin has been imprisoned, and the rest is just a plate of loose sand, how dare you come to Jinting Mountain? This courage is not ordinary.

"You can handle these little things." Lu Zhou said softly.

"Oh."

Xiao Yuan'er muttered, "Master is resting, and my disciples are watching."

Lu Zhou leaned back on the chair, propped his forehead, and continued to take a nap.

In the past few days, the lottery draw has been confusing, and I have no time to worry about these things.

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The foothills of Jinting Mountain.

Ming Shi smiled evilly and said, "Why, are you unhappy?"

The black-robed cultivator was startled, and just about to say something, the ink-colored dragon chariot rang a crisp bell behind him. The black-robed cultivator suppressed his displeasure and flew back to the ink-colored dragon carriage.

The other black-robed practitioners lined up in a queue, waiting for orders.

Immediately afterwards, a voice came out from the ink-colored dragon chariot:

"Fourth gentlemen, can I meet with the respected teacher?"

This voice contains a very strong sound wave, which does not sound strong, but the vitality in it, even if the Brahma Sea Realm's eight meridians are fully opened, they will suffer.

Ming Shiyin disapproved and said: "How can a teacher like you be a cat and a dog like you can see casually?"

"..."

There was a silent silence in the ink-colored dragon carriage.

Although the other black-robed practitioners didn't move, they could feel a faint anger emanating from their bodies.

"Let's go while I'm in a good mood."

Ming Shiyin was in a really good mood today, and he was telling the truth.

This is a bit insulting when the other party hears it.

Just when Ming Shiyin was about to turn around and enter the barrier:

hum-

An energy resonance sound appeared.

The female nuns of Yanyue Palace slumped on the ground and looked at the black body on the black dragon chariot in horror.

Um?

Ming Shiyin looked up.

The Hundred Tribulations Cave with four leaves was opened, and the dark ink body was about five feet high.

Under the increase of this dharma body, the black-robed cultivators around the ink-colored dragon chariot had a subtle resonance, and their auras also increased several times.

"Fourth gentlemen, are you qualified to meet with your respected master now?

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Ming Shiyin frowned slightly.

Such a strong player, in addition to the master, only the senior brother and the second senior brother can deal with it. It is a pity that Jinting Mountain has long since lost its glory.

Ming Shiyin said coldly: "It turns out that he is a master of the Primordial Spirit Tribulation Realm. If you come here to show off your force, I am afraid you have come to the wrong place."

"How dare you."

The voice became thicker and thicker, "Zuo Xinchan from Mosha Sect, I sincerely beg to meet with Senior Ji, and I hope Mr. Si recommends it!"

After this sentence fell.

The surrounding black-robed practitioners fell one after another.

The ink-colored dragon chariot also fell to the ground.

creak, creak...

Zuo Xinchan slowly walked out of the ink-colored dragon chariot.

With a black face and withered and deep eyes, he looked like a malnourished little old man.

"This is my sincerity." Zuo Xinchan waved his hand.

Dozens of black-robed practitioners retreated one by one.

Only four people were left.

Zuo Xin Chan's eyes looked directly at Ming Shi Yin.

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Ming Shiyin shook his head, threatened me, scare me?

Just as she was about to refuse, Xiao Yuan'er's voice came quietly.

"Fourth Senior Brother..."

Xiao Yuaner's figure appeared outside the barrier and said, "Master has a request."

Zuo Xinchan raised his head slowly, saw Xiao Yuaner floating in the sky, nodded and praised: "It turned out to be Mr. Jiu, I have heard the name for a long time."

"My name is so big?"

"More than that."

Zuo Xinchan said without rushing, "Mr. Jiu entered Jinting Mountain at the age of ten, jumped into Tongxuan on the tenth day, condensed consciousness in three months, opened eight meridians in the Brahma Sea in two years, and entered the Divine Court in three years. If you find someone who is comparable to Mr. Jiu, there is probably no one."

Ming Shiyin was speechless.

Is this also a master of opening four-leaf golden lotus?

Flattery is also a set.

Xiao Yuan'er was delighted to hear it and said with a smile, "You are quite good at talking. Master said it, see you in front of the hall."

Zuo Xinchan nodded slightly and glanced back.

The dozens of practitioners left took a step back.

Zuo Xinchan took four subordinates and entered the barrier under the leadership of Ming Shiyin.

When entering the barrier, Zuo Xinchan paused, so frightened that the nuns of Yanyue Palace shivered.

With a light snort, Zuo Xinchan went up the mountain.

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Demon Pavilion.

Lu Zhou sat on top of the hall, condescending.

He hadn't sat in this position for a long time, it was a bit cold and he wasn't used to it.

Duanmusheng, Zhou Jifeng, and Pan Zhong were on the left and right.

Not long after, Ming Shiyin appeared in the distance with Zuo Xin Chan and slowly entered.

"Mosha Sect Zuoxin Chan, I have seen Senior Ji."

Zuo Xinchan made a gesture of holding his hands.

Lu Zhou's eyes swept over Zuo Xinchan.

did not speak.

In the main hall of Motian Pavilion, it was quiet.

Lu Zhou didn't speak, and when others dared to speak, they didn't even dare to move.

After a while, Lu Zhou said indifferently, "Give a seat."

"Thank you."

After sitting down, Zuo Xinchan had the opportunity to raise his head and look at the world-famous devil ancestor.

He didn't dare to take the initiative to perceive the cultivation realm of this strong man, and judged only by instinct. The breath of this devil's ancestor seems to be ordinary. However, in the world of practitioners, it is not surprising that hiding one's cultivation is commonplace.

At the same time glance at the surrounding environment...

It is neither luxurious nor majestic, just like an ordinary sect of cultivation, and there is no peculiarity.

This... is the Demon Heaven Pavilion.

How many people are afraid of the devil's lair.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Lu Zhou asked with a beard.

Zuo Xin Chan clasped his fist and said:

"The Demon Temple Sect has heard the name of Jinting Mountain for a long time, and I came here today with three things to discuss. First, Yanyue Palace provoked the Demon Temple Zong three and five times. Now that Palace Master Ye has been captured by the old seniors, it is only natural and righteous, and it is her own fault. As for the others Female cultivator, I also hope that the old seniors will hand over to my Mosha Sect;"

I haven't said the second thing yet.

Duanmusheng threw off the chain and said, "Yanyue Palace was created by traitors from Jinting Mountain. Even if you want to punish it, it won't be your turn, right?"

"Mr. San is right..."

Zuo Xinchan did not refute, but said, "Secondly, entrusted by Jingming Dao, Pan Zhong is a traitor to his sect, and Mosha Sect can be disposed of at will. He had intended to worship Mosha Sect before. These three family slaves are not worthy of standing. In the Demon Pavilion..."

Duanmusheng wanted to refute again.

Lu Zhou slowly raised his hand and said lightly, "Continue."

Zuo Xinchan bowed slightly and said, "If this third thing can be accomplished, the first two can be ignored." As he spoke, he stood up and his voice couldn't help raising his voice, "In the end, Mosha Sect and Jintianshan Motian Pavilion In the same way, they are hostile to the so-called righteous way. The top ten masters have fought against the old seniors many times, and their power has not only not decreased, but has increased a lot. If Motian Pavilion is willing to join hands with Mosha Sect... Under the world, it will be In invincible hands."

"Fuck your motherfucker!" Duanmusheng suddenly cursed.