Top-level Air Luck, Quietly Practiced For Thousands of Years

When he came under the hibiscus tree, Han Jue noticed that Murongqi was back. He meditated under the tree, thinking hard.

The black jail rooster is napping on the tree, Yang Tiandong is practicing, Xun Changan is sitting on the edge of the cliff, looking at the horizon, not knowing what he is thinking, his back is sad.

Han Jue looked up, and there were still three suns in the sky.

Those two little golden crows couldn't get in, but they didn't want to leave. They were really persistent.

When Murong Qi saw Han Jue coming, he quickly got up and saluted.

Han Jue nodded slightly.

Murong Qi leaned forward and asked nervously, "Master, can I ask you for advice?"

"What can I ask?"

"There are thousands of ways in the world, which one is the strongest? Kendo?"

"There is no strongest way, only the strongest ascetics."

"Master, I feel like I am not suitable for Kendo."

Murong looked worried. Recently, he often went out to perform tasks. He found that his combat power could not go beyond the ranks like the rumors of Tianjiao. He even felt that he was a little mediocre.

Han Jue calmly asked, "Then what do you think you are suitable for?"

"I am not sure as well."

"Then go and learn it. There are various spells in the Yuqing Saint Sect. When you find one that suits you, you will come to me again. I will personally point you."

"Thank you, Master!"

Murong was pleasantly surprised, hurriedly saluted, and left directly.

Han Jue looked at the hibiscus tree. The hibiscus tree was already very tall, and the ground fairy gourd vines on the tree grew well, but they didn't know when they would bloom and bear fruit.

After watching it for a while, Han Jue returned to the Xiantian Dongfu and began to practice the ninth layer of the six reincarnation techniques!

...

One year later.

In that spacious huge prison palace, tens of thousands of righteous monks are still practicing.

The hall was filled with a devilish energy, constantly eroding the spiritual power of the righteous cultivators. The cultivators could only practice, resist tenaciously, and suffered beyond words.

Fairies Xing Hongxuan and Xi Xuan are also practicing.

Most of the time, the monks did not communicate, as if they were in retreat.

Rumbling--

The main hall door suddenly opened, and a burly figure appeared, it was the greedy Arhat.

The Greedy Arhat glanced at the monks in the temple and slowly said: "You still have half a year. If you are willing to join the Demon Path, you can report to the Demon Cultivation outside the temple at any time. After half a year, the Demon Reception Ceremony opens. Anyone who does not want to surrender will Will become the sacrifice of the true demons!"

Abandoning these words, the Greedy Arhat turned around.

"Wait! I am willing to become a magic repair!"

A middle-aged man shouted loudly and stood tremblingly.

The surrounding monks cast angry glances at him.

One of them drew his sword directly, trying to kill the middle-aged man.

A demon gas appeared out of thin air, blocking its sword from flying, and then wrapping around the middle-aged man's body.

The middle-aged man showed surprise on his face.

Seeing this, other monks couldn't hold back.

"I would also like to join the magic road!"

"me too!"

"Senior, please protect us!"

"I don't want to die, sorry, everyone!"

"Dear fellow daoists, we have tried our best, it really doesn't work!"

More and more monks stood up.

The disciples of Shengzong Yuqing also flickered and were restless.

The real Jiuding said in a deep voice: "My disciple of Saint Jade Sect can only die upright, not succumbing to demons!"

Hearing this, the disciples of Shengzong Yuqing looked at each other, and none of them stood up.

Xing Hongxuan called towards the storage ring, but Han absolutely did not answer, she could only sigh.

In the current situation, Han would never be able to help them.

Even if Han Jue came here in person, it would be impossible for him to cross the mountains and the sea in a short time.

You know, it took them decades to get here.

...

Five months later.

Murong Qi visited Han Jue and said that he had found a way that suits him.

Han Jue walked out of Xiantian Dongfu and took him to sit under the hibiscus tree.

Enlightenment sword also came to join in the fun.

The black jail chicken on the tree opened his eyes and looked at them curiously.

"Master, I think the weapon that suits me is guns, or long-soldiers, but cultivators rarely use long-soldiers, and long-soldiers are more suitable for mortal battles." Murong Qi said in distress.

Han is definitely not surprised, he deserves to be the **** of war.

God of War does mostly use long soldiers, whether it is myth or mortal.

Han Jue waved his hand, cut off a branch of the hibiscus tree, used spiritual power to cut it into a wooden gun, handed it to Murongqi, and said, "From now on, it will be your gun."

After Murongqi caught it, he was stunned. He didn't dislike it, but was surprised.

The hibiscus tree is Han Jue’s most precious treasure, and even attracted two suns. This tree must be a sacred tree, and Han Jue cut off a branch for him...

Other people don't have this treatment!

[Murongqi's favorability towards you has increased, and the current favorability rating is 5 stars]

"Master, this..." Murong Qi hesitated.

Xun Changan also hurriedly said: "Master, this can't be done!"

Han Jue glared at him and said, "Are you now helping me connect the branches?"

Xun Changan was embarrassed and could only give it up.

"Today, I am preaching for you, speaking of the true meaning of heaven and earth, and see if you can comprehend your own magical powers or Taoism."

Han Jue continued, and immediately sat over when Yang Tiandong heard it.

Mahayana preaching, this kind of treatment, even the Tianxian Mansion Tianjiao may not have it!

Han Jue began to preach, his unpredictable voice, making Murongqi and others quickly enter a state of comprehension and thought.

They didn't hear what Han Jue said clearly, but Han Jue's voice has such a power that allows them to quickly enter concentration and even enhance their understanding!

...

boom!

The main hall door opened, and a famous demon cultivator quickly poured in, and the voice of the greedy Arhat came out, saying: "Send them to the altar of the demon, but those who dare to resist, directly punish them!"

Righteous monks suddenly panicked.

Huang Jihao got up first and snorted coldly: "I want to see if you can have the last laugh!"

He took the lead in stepping out, not allowing other demons to touch himself.

The others got up, as did Jiuding Zhenren, Xing Hongxuan, and Fairy Xixuan.

The real Jiuding laughed as he walked.

"My disciples of Shengzong Yuqing are all good!"

His words swept away the panic of the disciples of the Yuqing Saint Sect.

There was blood in everyone's chest.

Don't be afraid of death!

Xing Hongxuan noticed that many of the surrounding demons were righteous monks who had previously surrendered, and could not help showing contempt.

She sighed softly: "Husband, we will be a husband and wife in the next life."

"Your husband is Elder Han?" Fairy Xi Xuan asked.

Xing Hongxuan also lives in the fairy mountain~www.NovelMTL.com~ but the two women don't have much communication.

Xing Hongxuan replied: "Yes."

"Then there may be no hope in the next life. When you are reincarnated, he may have become an immortal."

"..."

Xing Hongxuan was depressed.

Fairy Xi Xuan raised her mouth slightly and smiled concealedly.

Guan Yougang walked over and said, "Junior sister, before I die, I have a sentence that I have been holding back for a long time..."

"I don't want to listen."

"I……"

"Brother, if there is a destiny in the next life, I will be a senior sister, and I will protect you and give back the care you have given me in this life."

"..."

Nearly 20,000 righteous monks walked out of the hall mightily.