Signing Into Immortal Martial World

　　 Changle Palace.

　　 in the study.

　　 Zhao Mu is holding Fengwuzhi in one hand, and stroking the fat and smooth fur cat with the other.

　　 Yun Shuyu knelt down on the couch, pouring water and rubbing ink on it.

　　 is like a well-behaved, sensible, red-sleeved maid.

　　 Since practicing the Hei Tian Shu, she has three walls and twenty-eight nights in her body, vomiting the essence of heaven and earth day and night, strengthening her body, filling the sea of ​​dantian Qi.

　　The martial arts cultivation base can be said to be thousands of miles in a day, becoming more and more profound, and gradually gaining a bit of atmosphere as a master of God.

　　 "How much has your hidden veins refined?"

　　 Zhao Mu put down the ancient travel notes and asked softly.

　　 "Thanks to His Royal Highness's frequent invigorating transitions, Twenty-Eight Lakes have been fully opened, and only Sanyuan Xinggong is left."

　　 Yun Shuyu lifted Hao's wrist lightly, and took a sheep's hair from the pen holder.

　　I think of the numb and refreshing feeling that ripples my whole body when I am transitioning my true qi over the past few days.

　　 She unconsciously tightened her body and gently folded her legs.

　　 "You have been walking in the cold palace recently, the eunuchs and court ladies didn't notice it at all, as if you didn't exist."

　　 Zhao Mu took the brush and traced something on the spread paper.

　　 "This is the realm of refining the gods, sharpening the thoughts and tempering the spirit."

　　 "Slightly small, it can distort reality, give birth to illusions, and confuse mortals."

　　 Yun Shuyu smiled and said softly:

　　 "According to what my Highness said, I tried to figure out the various martial arts that I had learned, and refined the essence of it to refine my spirit and polish my thoughts. It really had a miraculous effect."

　　 Zhao Mu had a calm face and didn't care much about this compliment.

　　 Although the martial arts he has learned are mixed, they are all extremely good.

　　 There are people who refining their bodies and refining their orifices;

　　The martial arts of gods and demons that destroy the world;

　　Practice the method of refining the soul...

　　 On the view of martial arts.

　　 There should be few people who can beat Zhao Mu in this world.

　　 Point Yun Shuyu, naturally more than enough.

　　 "The road to martial arts is endless, there is still a long way to go."

　　 Zhao Mu traced dozens of images in one go.

　　 There is a tiger going down the mountain, pounce and bite!

　　 There is a horned bull, head up to the sky!

　　 Upon closer inspection, there was actually a primitive and brutal vile and violent aura coming toward you.

　　 This is the human immortal martial art from the world of Yangshen, the two martial arts of Niu Mo Dali and Tiger Demon Bone Refining.

　　 He has practiced the latter a long time ago, but the former was branded not long ago, which happens to be a set of martial arts.

　　 "Your original martial arts that tempered the body and hammered it was too crude. The powerful fist of this bull demon is the best in the world."

　　 Zhao Mu handed over the three images of the top horn of the cow, the hoof of the cow, and the luck of the cow.

　　 "Your Highness, Great Grace..."

　　 Yun Shuyu was moved in his heart, and was about to say some emotional words from the heart.

　　 saw Zhao Mu continue to say:

　　 "After practicing these two martial arts, you go to the East Palace to do an errand."

　　 Yun Shuyu asked subconsciously:

　　 "What's the matter?"

　　 Zhao Mu's face was faint, and he whispered:

　　 "Kill Feng Sen."

　　 This person is the companion of the East Palace.

　　 There are many eunuchs in the imperial city.

　　 He is the most powerful master in the insider except for Chen Chaoen, the chief of ceremonies next to Zhou Tianzi.

　　 Yun Shuyu opened his mouth and said with difficulty:

　　 "His Royal Highness, that person is the eighth layer of the Mortal Realm, a master of the pinnacle of God Transformation, I..."

　　 Zhao Mu's eyes were cold and interrupted:

　　 "His Royal Highness never raises useless people."

　　 "You learned the Hei Tian Shu, plus two excellent martial arts that exercise muscles and skins, and strengthen your physique and bones."

　　 "This is no better than Feng Sen, an eight-fold mortal realm, what use does his Highness want you?"

　　 Yun Shuyu, who has become more and more mentally sensitive, noticed the coldness of the forest overflowing in his study, and his body shook slightly:

　　 "I will not let your Highness down."

　　 Zhao Mu nodded in satisfaction and taught:

　　 "Although you are a slave, you only need to bow your head to me alone."

　　 "The other masters in the world are just pieces of sharpening stones, bolstering the existence of martial arts."

　　 "Only by defeating them and establishing a strong belief can we step into a wider world."

　　 "If you don't even have this breath, even if I put all the unique skills in the world before you, your achievements in this life will be limited."

　　 Yun Shuyu nodded vigorously, taking these words to heart.

　　 Zhao Mu continued to read the book without saying much.

　　 Before, Prince Donggong and Feng Sen were in Longevity Mountain and learned about the fate of their younger brother Zhao Yuan Tianyi.

　　 This will be a disaster sooner or later.

　　 must be resolved as soon as possible.

　　 The prince's own martial arts realm is low, and the foundation is damaged, it is not a concern.

　　 Just get rid of his confidant, Feng Sen, the eight-fold Donggong companion in the realm.

　　 Then the prince is a toothless tiger, who can no longer pose any threat.

　　 Now.

　　 Yun Shuyu cultivated the Black Heaven Book and became a slave.

　　 happened to do this instead of Zhao Mu.

　　 "By the way, what's the news inside and outside the imperial city?"

　　 Zhao Mu asked suddenly.

　　 Hong Yazi has not sent a message back.

　　 I don't know when the Six Demon Gates are going to do it.

　　 "The Ninth Prince is going to Beijing, congratulate the emperor on his birthday."

　　 Yun Shuyu said softly.

　　 "I heard that this time, Emperor Zhou will appoint him as the prince."

　　 "East Palace is a party, I think it is like an ant on a hot pot, very anxious."

　　 The bright eyes of the former princess flickered, and she glanced at the handsome and noble young man.

　　 I thought to myself, the princes tried so hard to fight for the ninety-five position.

　　 In the eyes of His Royal Highness, it might be something that is only within your fingertips.

　　 Such a young innate master, his future achievements will be limitless.

　　 Shenzhou Middle-earth, there has not been a martial arts immortal with ten levels in the mortal realm for many years!

　　 "The Nine Princes enter Beijing...and the Prince..."

　　 Zhao Mu's mind moved slightly, thoughtfully.

　　 One month later.

　　 The prince, the nine princes and a group of brothers will all attend the emperor's birthday banquet.

　　 Even he, the "catastrophe" imprisoned in Leng Gong, has received special favor from Zhou Tianzi.

　　 If the Six Demon Gates are to start, that is the best time.

　　 "Let's take a look, a few people will come to die at that time."

　　 Zhao Mu thought so.

　　...

　　...

　　According to legend, Zijin Mountain is the place where the vitality of Tianjing converges.

　　 Three towering mountain peaks are connected one after another, shaped like a lying dragon.

　　 topography,

　　 water veins,

　　雄城.

　　 The three are integrated.

　　 is daunting.

　　 Spring has arrived, the weather is getting warmer, and it's a good time for outing.

　　 The lower reaches of the Purple Mountain are like weaving and busy.

　　 A tall stature, broad shoulders, like a heroic man who supports the world, walks slowly towards the top of the Tianmen Peak.

　　 This person is the mainstay of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Wu'anhou.

　　 is so powerful and famous.

　　 Logically speaking, it should be a very eye-catching existence.

　　 May Wuanhou walked through the palaces and temples, passing by many tourists and pilgrims, but no one recognized him.

　　 as if treating him as nonexistent.

　　 This kind of ability is like the ghosts and gods in Zhiguai novels, which is admirable.

　　 is just a scene of half-zhuxiang, Wu Anhou walked to the top of Tianmen Peak.

　　 He seems to be walking slowly, but he seems to have a magical spell that shrinks to an inch, and his speed is extremely fast.

　　 The mountain wind passed by, blowing a red robe.

　　 "Master Hou is worthy of being on the Zhou Tian list, a few places higher than me, the master of God change, the spirit is condensed and unfathomable."

　　 Hong Yazi showed surprise in his eyes and praised him.

　　 This Wu'an Hou has always been regarded as one of the top figures in the Great Zhou Dynasty. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

　　 Excluding the Tianlong Temple, living in the cloud, and Hunyuandao those old guys who couldn't get out of retreat.

　　 No one is his opponent.

　　 "Hong Yazi, how did Yuanli die?"

　　 Wu'an Hou Zhao Kai said.

While 　　 talked, the airflow at the top of the peak hovered, and the wind moved and disappeared.

　　 It seems that every word and deed are affecting the changes of the world.

　　 "It is no wonder that in the Jiazi Commentary of Shangyin Xuegong, Wu'anhou is described as the most promising master of the innate master in the past ten years."

　　 Hong Yazi's heart was slightly stunned, and he only felt an overbearing momentum rushing toward the door.

　　 "Master Hou, I have already said that it was done by a great congenital master in black armor."

　　 Wuanhou Zhao Kai's eyes moved, and he thought to himself:

　　 "Could it be the leader of the dragon guard? He really broke the deadlock, and then go one step further?"

　　 The great number of Zhou Qis, with the successive deaths of several princes, has dispersed by 20%.

　　 If the leader of the dragon guard broke through the deadlock and renewed his vitality, it would be a bit bad.

　　 Hong Yazi continued:

　　 "Master Hou, I am looking for you today, not for an insignificant Yuan Li."

　　 "I'm waiting to choose a real dragon for the new dynasty!"

　　 As soon as he heard his voice, there were a few vague figures of men or women, old or young, suddenly bursting into the air.

　　 The clouds on the top of the Tianmen Peak are rolling like a tide, and the turbulent air machine erupts.

　　Red Heart Teaching,

　　 Blood Soul Zong,

　　Eternal Life Hall,

　　 Nether School,

　　 Yin Skeleton Mountain,

　　 Yuanling Palace.

　　The six magic gates, gather in Purple Mountain!

　　 "True dragon?"

　　 Wu'anhou hummed coldly, then asked:

　　 "In Dazhou, besides me, who else is a real dragon?"