Chapter 629: Devil's Eclipse
Lu Beichen has been full of energy recently.
He successfully broke through the realm of transformation with the help of the Deliverance Pill from Bai Yu.
"Sure enough, what Lao Bai said is right. The devil tribulation is both a great crisis and a great opportunity."
"At least, the bottleneck of cultivation is easier to break through than before, and even the thunder tribulation has weakened a lot."
He shook his neck:
"Now, I, Lu Beichen, am also a master of transformation. I can write the Spring and Autumn Annals and pick up girls. I can be said to be the first person in the world of gourds after Master Baigui."
"Today, I, Lu Beichen, will really start to have sex."
Without saying a word, he excitedly went to find the blonde beauty Ji Yangqing.
Lu Beichen's means of picking up girls have reached the pinnacle. First, he took advantage of the night to release a group of fireflies to create an atmosphere, and then took out a bouquet of flowers and looked at each other affectionately.
After a series of tactics, he finally embraced the beauty in his arms.
Under the moonlight, Lu Beichen spoke emotionally.
"Your hands are so small."
"Compare the size of your hands."
"Why are you so much whiter than mine? Your hands are so cold, let me warm them up for you."
"Can you not go back tonight? You smell so good."
"Fuck, how come you have one too!"
...
The night of this day was not peaceful, Lu Beichen cried alone until dawn.
I thought it would not hurt to touch Ji Yangqing, and that I had met my true love, but who would have thought it was my true love.
The last time, the weasel god was at least a man with a woman's heart, and it was the same even with the lights off.
This time, it was even bigger than him when it was taken out.
So, Lu Beichen was wavering between knowing the man and retreating.
...
Yuangui Island, Huaihua Village.
Yang Fan was in the classroom, holding a book in his hand, reciting an article:
"Only when you know your limits can you be determined, only when you are determined can you be quiet, and only when you are quiet can you be at peace..."
He read a sentence, and a group of children followed him with their heads shaking their heads.
Yang Fan was of average talent. Although he studied hard, he only passed the exam for several years and failed to pass the examination for a student. He did not even pass the examination for a scholar, let alone the higher-ranking juren.
If he could not pass the examination, he would not be qualified to practice the mortal-immortal secrets and become an immortal from a mortal.
However, repeated failures did not dampen his will.
He took the job of teaching in the village, teaching children while preparing for the next imperial examination.
After half a day of classes, he took two sweet potatoes for lunch and then moved a thick stack of books to read.
At this moment, the village chief came running over excitedly, grabbed his arm, and pulled him to the village head:
"Mr. Yang, come with me quickly, there is a big happy event."
Yang Fan protected his hands with his hands, very anxious:
"Don't worry, village chief, don't tear my book."
"What's the happy event? Is it time to test the spiritual roots again?"
The village chief panted and said:
"It's this matter. The city sent two immortal masters to test the spiritual roots of the children in the village."
"But this time, the immortal masters will stay and not leave."
Yang Fan was surprised:
"Why is this? The immortal masters are high above, how can they live in the village for a long time."
The village chief explained while running:
"It is said that these two immortal masters are here to teach us the ordinary immortal skills."
"In the future, everyone can practice the ordinary immortal skills, and the immortal masters will help us form a militia."
"There are not many people in our village who can read, Mr. Yang, you go and help the immortal masters."
Yang Fan was ecstatic.
Can everyone practice the ordinary immortal skills?
He rushed to the village head and saw two immortal masters.
The immortal masters passed down a technique and asked Yang Fan to help preach it. Yang Fan naturally did not dare to refuse.
He helped to gather the villagers, preach the technique, and distribute supplies.
A few months later, Huaihua Village had more than a hundred Qi and Blood Warriors.
Among them, the highest-level group was given the Nalingzhu to help them practice immortal techniques.
That day, Yang Fan wrote a letter to his good friend Chu Feng:
"Crazy Chu, you must not know how much our village has changed now."
"Our village has now built a watchtower, with more than a hundred warriors of the first rank, eighteen cultivators, and a militia brigade."
"Supplies are allocated from time to time. It's really a good time. I heard that when the ancient sage king ruled the world, everyone was like a dragon. I think it's about the same now."
"By the way, I heard that the second edition of the Fanxian Jue we practiced was adapted by a person named Chu Feng. Could it be you?"
After writing, he put the letter paper into the envelope and sealed it with beeswax.
He took a copy of the Analects and read it, his heart full of expectations.
…
Songming Kingdom, Ming Capital.
A towering fairy city rose from the ground, surrounded by auspicious clouds and shining with precious light.
Outside the fairy city, there were more than a dozen yellow turban puppets as tall as mountains standing to protect the fairy city.
On the top of the city, Master Kuzhu of Puhua Temple chanted the Buddha's name:
"Amitabha, this Chongming Fairy City has finally been built. It is connected to 18 earth veins below, and is covered by 800 Vajra formations above. It is also guarded by the yellow turban warriors of Brother Dian Dao. It can be said to be as solid as a rock."
The Dian Daoist was still wearing a torn Taoist robe and worn straw sandals.
He cried and laughed:
"Hehehe, woohoo, the six sects of Songming country worked together to build this city, it's great..."
Xiaoxiangzi of Xiaoxiang Sect frowned and said softly:
"Don't be too happy too soon, Xiaolei Temple advocates building a city to unite the six sects. I think they might take this opportunity to annex our sects."
Chan Master Kuzhu said:
"Xiaoxiang donor, be careful with your words, this is the decree of Senior Bai of Yuanlei Sect, we have to work together to build a city to prepare for the demonic calamity."
"The demons are fierce, and the six sects can only resist them by uniting their forces."
Xiaoxiangzi said unhappily:
"It is precisely because of Senior Bai's decree that I am even more worried."
"Xiao Lei Guan has the support of Senior Bai, and he has also supported the Songming royal family. He wants to annex our factions. We have no power to fight back."
"Besides, there is no telling whether there will be a demonic catastrophe. Even if there is, it will not affect our Songming Country."
Zen Master Kuzhu frowned slightly, apparently Xiaoxiangzi was right.
I don’t know whether the evil calamity will come, but their Puhua Temple and Xiaoxiang sects are about to be annexed by Xiaoleiguan.
Thousands of years of ancestral property is about to be annexed, and no one can take it lightly.
At this time, the mad Taoist suddenly stumbled and burst into tears:
"Retribution, retribution is coming, you are going to die, you are going to die, we are all going to die."
Zen Master Kuzhu said in surprise:
"What does Brother Dao Dao mean? Is there really going to be a demonic disaster this time? And we may not be able to withstand it?"
Xiaoxiangzi said disdainfully:
"Chongming City is indestructible, and the Eight Hundred Vajra Protective Formation gathers the power of six factions. How can it be so easy to break through."
"Just a few months ago, I heard that eight sons of luck joined forces to kill a real demon."
"With the son of luck supporting us, what should we be afraid of?"
Zen Master Kuzhu also nodded slightly and said:
"You and I, the six sects, have been preparing for so long to build the Immortal City, and we have countless Taoist soldiers to protect it."
"Coupled with the Mortal Immortal Technique popularized by Master Bai, the combat power of the entire Songming Kingdom has increased by more than three or four times."
"The poor monk estimates that even if there is a real demon, Chongming City can withstand it for a month or two, enough for reinforcements to arrive."
However, at this moment, the mad Taoist was dumbfounded and pointed straight at the sky.
In the sky, a ferocious demonic face suddenly appeared, swallowing the sun in one mouthful!
The devil eats the day!
The calamity is coming!