The Villain Starts From Dual Cultivation With The Protagonist's Master

Arriving at the central mountain range as quickly as possible, he released his spiritual sense to confirm that there was no one within a hundred miles, and Lu Chuan no longer suppressed the spiritual energy in his dantian.

Looking inside the Gold Core, spiritual energy surges rapidly, like a river converging, and then the Gold Core begins to surge with infinite vitality, overflowing with brilliance.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Chuan could feel the meridians throughout his body boiling like thousands of rivers, and he was wrapped in a huge force.

The boundary between Gold Core and Nascent Soul begins to blur. The Nascent Soul in the Dantian slowly takes shape, the body glows with infinite light, and the intensity of spiritual consciousness expands several times.

Cultivators below the Gold Core stage only need to focus on the exercise of physical spiritual energy; starting from the Nascent Soul stage, ordinary cultivators will recognize their own spiritual consciousness and can exercise their soul power.

As long as the Nascent Soul in the Dantian still exists, monks at the Nascent Soul stage or above have the possibility of reshaping their bodies and resurrecting them.

Combined with the Sacred Body of the Ancestral Dragon obtained by Lu Chuan, the physical body can regenerate after being injured. As long as he does not meet the monks at the Body Integration stage and above, Lu Chuan can at least survive from the enemy.

"Is this Nascent Soul?" came the voice of a royal sister in my mind, it was none other than the Dragon Race ancestor.

"Thank you, senior, for your help not long ago."

"You're welcome." The ancestor's voice was still cold, "You just need to show me some interesting things. Think of it as the rent I give you."

She is quite interested in the human race now, and she has figured out the reason why the human race can rise.

Lu Chuan scratched his head, "Senior, I'm just an ordinary disciple, how can I do anything interesting?"

"Oh, you are still an ordinary disciple? Root Bone is not yet twenty years old, and now you are in the Nascent Soul stage." The ancestor's voice finally showed some emotional fluctuations, and she snorted coldly.

"Among the humans who came out of the Central Mountain Range with you just now, apart from the boy Luo Li, there is only a twenty-year-old girl who is in the middle stage of Foundation Building."

The Ancestor Emperor exists in Lu Chuan's spiritual consciousness, and anyone who wants to understand the outside world can see it directly. The little girl she was talking about was Lu Chuan's fiancée, Qin Chuqing.

"That girl is the highest disciple of Cultivation Talent in the human race. You are two realms higher than me."

"It's not thanks to Senior's Beast Core." Lu Chuan replied with a smile.

When the ancestor heard this, he felt very happy.

During the thousands of years she had been the Dragon Race Emperor, she had heard too many unintentional flatteries, and she should have been indifferent to them, but there was no loss of sincerity in Lu Chuan's voice, and he truly felt that he had helped him.

"Are all humans as eloquent as you?" The ancestor's voice rose a little, obviously she was happy, and then her voice returned to calmness, "Boy, go five miles to the west, there seems to be a Monster Race there, you go Look at the situation."

Lu Chuan nodded, stepped on the spiritual sword and flew to the west. Monster Race shows up and it’s up to her to figure out her identity.

Within the Spirit Sword Sect.

Xu Murong was the only one in the spacious conference room.

She sits on a plain chair. He crossed his legs, raised his head, and looked at the high hanging ceiling. Although not very elegant, she was very unusual today. She didn't feel lazy, and she exuded a sense of pride and solemnity.

After Xu Murong came back from the Central Mountains, he confirmed that Qin Chuqing was fine and stayed in the conference room. She was thinking about how to solve the problem of the broken sword hilt.

She is currently the one with the highest level of righteous cultivation, Void Refining Late Stage, followed by Zhang Zhenhai who is in retreat, Void Refining Middle Stage.

It is almost impossible to go to the Northern Territory to snatch the broken sword hilt from the Void Daoist in the Body Integration stage. To leave strength for defense, there are not many High Level monks who can be mobilized.

Fortunately, the key requires collecting all the broken blades to unlock the seal.

After the good and evil forces worked together to seal the disaster, the sword was divided into seven pieces, four pieces were scattered in the Eastern Domain, and three pieces were distributed in the Western Demonic Continent.

Demon Race must be notified that the handle of the broken sword was stolen, and Xu Murong was preparing to write a letter.

As he continued writing, Xu Murong stopped writing. If she writes a letter, she will inevitably be ridiculed and ridiculed by that stinky woman who is the leader of the Demon Cult.

Thinking about her stinky face, Xu Murong became angry.

Xu Murong sighed, crumpled the letter into a ball, and murmured: "That's all."

Anyway, there are still a few months left for the Dragon Race ceremony. By then, all the good, evil and demons will have passed. As the highest-level leader of the right path, Xu Murong and the leader of the demon sect are going to support her. I will tell her then and turn around and leave without giving any advice. It's time for her jokes.

Dragon Race Ceremony---the 2,000th birthday of the contemporary Dragon King.

Although Dragon Race has no luck in the world of cultivation and can only practice in the sea, they have a long lifespan and amazing Cultivation Talent. The strength accumulated from ancient times to the present is too strong. All the demons and demons want to get the support of Dragon Race and become the dominant family in the world of cultivation, so they have to give face to the Dragon King.

At this moment, a huge wave of spiritual energy came from the direction of the central mountain range.

The majestic spiritual energy is like a rushing river, but it has no impurities and is as pure as a clear spring flowing, slowly spreading to every inch of the air.

"Is there someone advancing?" Xu Murong stood up to check who was there. But after a moment, the spiritual energy fluctuations dissipated.

She frowned and asked in confusion: "Is this person just promoted to the Nascent Soul stage from Gold Core?"

In Xu Murong's understanding, only monks above the Nascent Soul stage can emit such a large-scale spiritual energy fluctuation, and this person has only been promoted to the Nascent Soul with Gold Core, which is incredible.

"The world is so vast that there are many wonders. There are many people who are more talented than me." Xu Murong shook his head and sat down, with a smile on his lips, "Anyway, Zhengdao has gained another Nascent Soul stage combat power. This is Good thing."

Many sects in the righteous path felt Lu Chuan's sudden spiritual energy fluctuations, and many people like Xu Murong were filled with emotions.

They were all surprised that Lu Chuan could emit this level of spiritual energy fluctuations after breaking through the Nascent Soul. Such a genius would be able to Transcending Tribulation to the Soul Formation Stage as long as he practiced for another thousand years.

In fact, Lu Chuan swallowed the Dragon Race Ancestor's Beast Core. Even if Lu Chuan never practices from now on, his cultivation will skyrocket and he will be able to successfully reach the Mahayana Stage in two hundred years.

At this moment, Lu Chuan, who was flying with his sword in the central forest, sneezed.

"Is there a little girl thinking of you?" The Emperor did not dislike Lu Chuan, but she felt that Lu Chuan had a familiar feeling on him, so she gradually let go of the Dragon Emperor's majesty and even began to tease Lu Chuan.

The sense of familiarity comes from Lu Chuan’s physique, the ancestral Sacred Body.

Lu Chuan never thought that the cold and arrogant ancestor would make such a joke with him, and he shuddered, "Senior, please don't joke."

"I understand, it's not the little girl, it's that boy Luo Li who is thinking of you. I didn't expect that the human race also..."

"Senior, we are here five miles away. Where is the Monster Race you mentioned?" Lu Chuan interrupted the ancestor's speech, jumped off the Ice Soul Sword, and landed on the ground.

This place had also been bombed by detonation formations, and the ground was full of pits; all kinds of plants died and fell to the ground, including many rare spiritual herbs.

In fact, Lu Chuan felt a little guilty because he occasionally thought Luo Li was cute.

Everyone will have such thoughts. He just casts admiring glances at cute things, pure appreciation. He doesn't like men.

"It's not a Monster Race, it's just an ordinary spirit fox." The ancestor said slowly, "I haven't seen a living creature in a long time. Do you admit your mistake?"

Spirit fox?

Lu Chuan became nervous.

There is a princess in Luo Li's harem who is a monster race, and her true form is a white spirit fox.

The Southern Territory is ruled by the Monster Race. The Monster Race is very different, with huge differences in living habits and thoughts, and has established hundreds of countries.

Because of their strong bloodline and spirituality, the White Fox clan did not look down on human strategies like other Monster Races. Instead, they deliberately learned from it and slowly established the strongest country in the Southern Region - the Myriad Monsters Country.

The spirit fox that can attract the attention of the ancestor emperor cannot be an ordinary Spirit Communication beast.