This is what cultivating immortals is like

Zhu Yi's shamelessness made Zhu Qilan so angry that he racked his brains and couldn't figure out what his aunt liked about him.

What's so good about this man?

For a moment, Zhu Qilan wanted to draw a knife and kill someone.

Didn't pull it out.

Although Zhu Yi should be killed by a thousand cuts, Changsun Mengyan was really polite and well-mannered. Realizing the presence of outsiders, he hurriedly pushed Zhu Yi away, wiped away his tears and bowed, opening his mouth to save his sister, but shutting up to save Zhu Qilan's life. Not anymore.

You two are from a well-known family and you are all ladies. What kind of man can't be found? Why do you have to hang yourself in a tree?

Especially you, he is the father of three children, your godfather, and the son-in-law who has entered the family of the great elder of the Emperor's Sect. Are you not afraid of causing great disaster to the family by doing this?

Zhu Qilan couldn't figure it out. He was tired and didn't want to say anything. He waved and led Lu Bei to follow the yellow-robed monk.

"Chang Ming, wait a minute. Uncle Eight here also has a few bottles of healing medicine. Take it with you. Maybe it will come in handy later." Zhu Yi took out five bottles of Tianbu Marrow and quickly caught up with Zhu Qilan. Moved, not wanting to touch anything that passed through his hands.

"You kid, it's already this time, and yet..."

He stopped mid-sentence because Lu Beimian took the five bottles of Tianbu Marrow without changing his expression and followed Zhu Qilan in stride, never forgetting to keep a body's distance away.

"Brother Yi, the demon monk has cultivated in the Void Realm and has unpredictable magical powers. The two sisters just passed by..."

Changsun Mengyan didn't want to say something depressing, so she changed her words and said, "It's a good thing to save people, but it's not worth getting yourself into trouble. Why don't you try to persuade them to let them leave together before it's too late?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Where did these two sisters come from? Why didn't I look at them?"

Zhu Yi teased without saying anything, and said bluntly: "Chang Ming is a genius of the royal family. He practices the ten secret methods of the Shang Palace. Although he is at the perfect state of transforming gods, in terms of ability, the ten realms of transforming gods are not the same." Her opponent is not as good as the Void Realm."

The eldest grandson Mengyan was envious and envious, and asked: "What about the other sister?"

"I don't know..."

Zhu Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled: "To be honest, I am also quite curious. With Chang Ming's arrogance, this boy can fall into her eyes. His qualifications and cultivation must be strong rather than weak. I don't know where she found a good match. Not a single bit of news leaked out.”

A good match? !

Changsun Mengyan covered her mouth in shock, her mind conjuring up the image of the red bed and the pink curtain, with the two beauties making love to each other. Instantly, her pretty face turned red, and she punched Zhu Yi's chest with her small fist, neither lightly nor hard, telling him not to talk nonsense, so as not to ruin the reputation of the princess.

"Let's go, it's not safe here. Let's wait in the desert."

Zhu Yi hugged his goddaughter and sighed: "Yan'er, I promised to find an opportunity for you, but I met a troublesome bald donkey. This trip is destined to be fruitless. I will fulfill my promise next time."

"Since it's dangerous, wouldn't it be better to leave Sishen Lake directly?"

"No, I have to make money to support you."

"It's too hard, why don't I raise you..."

…

"Here, I'll give you these two bottles of Heaven-Building Essence. Take it with you and take a sip when you're about to die."

The heat wave in the direction of the apse was overwhelming. Lu Bei took out two bottles of Tianbu Marrow and handed them to Zhu Qilan. Seeing that he had no intention of taking them, he smiled and said: "Don't worry, they are the two bottles I grabbed before. Your uncle gave me the five bottles." I keep the bottle for myself."

You are such a good person!

Zhu Qilan rolled her eyes at Lu Bei and took two bottles of Tianbu Marrow. Even though he was in a worse situation, he felt that this person was pretty good.

Suddenly, her face darkened, and she warned: "Since you are a relative and recognize me as your cousin, then I will tell you something ugly in front of you. Uncle Eighth Emperor is a disgrace to the royal family. From now on, you may kill people, set fires, or do evil, but you cannot become Someone like him.”

"I'm afraid this is difficult. The sun rises and the moon sets, time disappears, youth will eventually end, you and I..."

At this point, Lu Bei realized that he was out of touch with reality, and apologized: "I was wrong, I am still a child, but youth has nothing to do with you anymore. You are getting older day by day, and every time you open your eyes, you are single again. "

Zhu Qilan: "..."

I take back my previous emotion. This person is really not good enough. He talks too much and his life will be shortened.

Thinking of Zhu Yi, Lu Bei sighed worriedly: "When I think that I will become an adult like Uncle Eighth in the future, my heart suddenly twitches. I want to resist, but I am afraid that I will not be able to defeat fate, and finally fall into the trap of Zuo Yong. A bleak life in the right arms.”

Zhu Qilan: "..."

With just this word, she also saw the future and was convinced that she was not in Lu Bei's arms.

…

apse.

The crystal brick wall blooms with red light, the fire-colored light curtain is like a dream, the divine bird flutters its wings and hangs in the dream, and the colorful feathers float and flow, writing a series of obscure and profound pictures and texts.

Below the divine bird, a young man sat cross-legged, his face as white as paper, and he could not help but sweat.

Zhu Shihan.

The White Tiger Gate failed in the gambling battle and was carried away by his fourth grandfather. Full of joy, he came to the Zhuque Gate to join in the fun. However, he was tricked by the old monster Zhiyuan and became a prisoner with other Zhu family children.

The good news is that he has a Suzaku zodiac sign and his future is limitless.

The bad news is that the old monster Zhiyuan succeeded in seizing his body, taking over half of his body, and using his destiny to steal the Suzaku treasure. Whether he can survive today is anyone's guess.

As for Zhu Shihan's fourth grandfather, since no scraps of armor were left behind, it is difficult to call his body still cold.

"Zhiyuan, this young man has his destiny. What's his will eventually be his. If you take it away, you won't be able to ask for it. Don't be stubborn." The yellow-robed monk stood behind Zhu Shihan and said with a sad face.

"It makes sense, but have you ever thought about it, if he is really destined, why do I get the opportunity?"

Zhu Shihan spoke slowly and said with a hoarse smile: "Don't force opportunities. I can force them. It means that destiny is mine, and you are the one who is obsessed with it."

"Zhiyuan, let go of your obsession..."

"Noisy!"

Zhu Shihan snorted coldly and interrupted: "Damn bald donkey, if you are really merciful, just shut up your mouth and piss me off. None of the people outside will survive."

"They're gone."

"Hehe, you bald donkey can be a good person."

Zhu Shihan frowned slightly, feeling the two auras gradually approaching, and said angrily: "You should deal with the people you attracted, and don't let them disturb my practice, otherwise I will kill you too."

"Zhiyuan, I am not afraid of death."

"Hehehe————"

Zhu Shihan smiled coldly, and then he suddenly opened his eyes. The translucent body of the yellow-robed monk condensed into a solid body, with flesh and blood, and a vigorous and powerful heartbeat.

The yellow-robed monk couldn't smile at all as he lifted his body. The black demonic energy on his brows surged, corroding his whole body and turning him into a black bald head.

At this time, it is more accurate to describe it as a black-robed monk.

"Zhiyuan, I will not play tricks on tigers. This body will be returned to the young man soon." Zhu Shihan said.

The black-robed monk swung his sleeves away and sneered: "Bald donkey, you talk too much. Others don't understand you, but I don't understand you? You are pretending to be compassionate and pretending to be real. You stay here and practice well." I’m going to meet those two juniors who don’t know how to live or die.”

In front of the back hall, the black-robed monk blocked Lu Bei and Zhu Qilan. He didn't say a word to the two people who took the initiative to die. The black robe rolled with red light, and ghastly and violent faces emerged.

The terrifying face swept across the ground and transformed into dozens of black-robed clones. Pairs of red eyes shot out vicious gazes. They rushed in front of Zhu Qilan with their teeth and claws bared, and suddenly transformed into endless swords and sword shadows.

Zhu Qilan's expression remained unchanged, and he drew a white line in front of him with his palm like a knife. The freezing cold air spread against the wind, freezing the light of the sword and making it impossible for the shadow of the sword to move forward.

As she clenched her fists with five fingers, dozens of black-robed clones collapsed and scattered the ice powder, dripping black muddy water all over the ground.

"Oh, I'm quite capable."

The black-robed monk clapped his hands gently, admitting that Zhu Qilan had the capital to seek death. His fingertips pointed in the air, and a curtain of red light exuding rich blood energy was woven into a curtain, entwining and billowing with demonic energy that enveloped the location of the two of them.

The demonic energy struck, and Zhu Qilan took a step back rationally.

Then he took another step back.

Lu Bei was forced to step forward and face the terrifying demonic energy in the practice. Without any panic in his heart, he punched out with his cross arm.

The fist points directly at the black-robed monk!

The mighty fist power erupted, and the scorching white light beams cut vertically and horizontally. The red curtain shattered in response, and the demonic energy stagnated and rolled back one after another.

In the criss-crossing sword network, a beam of light that condensed the immortal sword intent was as powerful as a bamboo. It rushed in front of the black-robed monk in an instant. Under his surprised gaze, it tore apart the protective black mist and easily pierced his chest.

"Fist... sword intention? Tianjian Sect!"

The black-robed monk touched his empty chest, thought of something, and raised his eyebrows: "The sword intention is specious, I have never seen it before, good boy, if it is really the sword intention of the Tianjian Sect, although you have practiced it wrongly, you have figured out something. It’s a good idea to start a sect one day..."

"It's a pity that there is no future!"

The black-robed monk was filled with fear, his black robe rolled up with boundless blood, he stepped on his feet and moved to make thunderous explosions, followed by countless ghostly faces to kill the two of them.

The blood surged like a tide, and there were hundreds of clones surrounded by layers of blood.

The black-robed monk was the fastest, with his fingers spread wide, and the demonic energy penetrated all the way, heading straight for the door in front of Zhu Qilan.

After a test, it was revealed that this woman was deeply troubled by demonic thoughts. Although she had attained the Dzogchen Realm of Divine Transformation, she was actually vulnerable. On the contrary, there is a Xiantian state next to him who is neither male nor female, and he doesn't know what kind of weird skills he has practiced, so he needs to be treated with caution.

Zhu Qilan snorted coldly, stepped forward, made a fist seal with his five fingers, resisted with the Emperor's Sacrifice Seal, and hit the huge palm filled with demonic energy.

When the palm of the fist touched, the boundless cold energy wiped out the red light, but was helpless against the demonic energy. Amidst the sneer of the black-robed monk, hundreds of black demonic energy wrapped around Zhu Qilan's arms like poisonous snakes and sank into her body in one fell swoop.

The next second, the black-robed monk's smile stiffened.

A cold wave breaks out, freezing life.

The destructive sword intent emanated from Zhu Qilan's fist, rushing through his body, cutting off tendons and veins, tearing away bones and cutting flesh...

How could this be?

Behind Zhu Qilan, Lu Bei put one palm on his back, and there was no obstacle in the transmission of magic power. He used her hands to release his sword intention, and all the demonic energy was introduced into his body by Zhu Qilan.

By the way, these two are a couple practicing Taoism.

The black-robed monk retreated, his body crumbling layer by layer, and a little bit of the weather dissipated.

Under the Suzaku in the back hall, Zhu Shihan stood up with a cold face.

"Zhiyuan, those two are very clever, why not follow me and put down the butcher knife..."

"Shut up!"

Zhu Shihan shouted loudly, and a shiny figure slowly left and walked out.

His eyes were golden on the left and black on the right, half filled with Buddha light and half filled with demonic energy.

The old monster Zhiyuan.