"Meet the emperor!" Twelve Lang saluted respectfully.
Bai Jun turned around and said with a smile: "How have you been these days? Are all the fox cubs settled?"
Twelve Lang's tense heart relaxed as soon as he saw this situation. This is the only time when the emperor is the most approachable. Even if he is usually indifferent to emotions and anger, and never criticizes the monsters harshly, but because The word "Emperor" on his body made the demons dare not have the slightest intention to go beyond him.
Hu Twelve Lang straightened up, walked to Bai Jun and smiled, his tone relaxed, "Don't worry, Emperor, those fox cubs have settled down. I found an underground heating cave for them, and asked Sister Chi Lian to borrow it." I caught a big snake and put it in the hole to scare them away from running around again.”
Bai Jun laughed when he heard this and said, "You fox ancestor is really cruel."
"Hehe, it's better to be stricter with the younger generations. Otherwise, how can we control those flirtatious foxes?" Twelve Lang said confidently.
Bai Jun nodded, no longer talking about the tribe, but changed the subject.
"A few days ago, Chendie successfully overcame the tribulation and was about to be promoted to demon leader. What are your thoughts?"
Hu Twelve Lang paused in his heart, secretly thinking that something was wrong, and hurriedly said with a smile: "Of course I would like to congratulate Sister Chen. I have known her for more than four hundred years, and it is comforting to my heart that an old friend can survive the catastrophe and transform."
Bai Jun was neither smiling nor angry, and said calmly: "Is that all? Don't you have other thoughts in your heart? I want to listen to the truth, and there is no need to say any more of those charming words that confuse the Lord."
"This..." Twelve Lang's heart trembled, and he quietly raised his head and glanced at Bai Jun's face. The emperor stood with his back to him and his hands behind his back. Facing the morning light, it was so white that people dared not look directly at it. It was a bit dazzling and stinging. His fox eyes.
He suddenly knelt down and said: "Please give me a clear warning! Even though I, the Twelve Master, am the demon leader of the Kushan Mountain, I still have the heart to follow the Tao. I have always tolerated and hid my abilities and I definitely have no evil intentions. I am just worried that the big tree will attract wind and hinder the future." Bumpy and worried.”
Bai Jun smiled and said, "Are you finally willing to tell the truth? The fox clan is born with extraordinary intelligence, and the fox heart and seven orifices are a god-given treasure. I don't blame you for hiding your own stupidity for your own safety, but you must know that there are benefits to having a big tree. Gou There are also disadvantages to hiding among the grass.
Although the tree is big and attracts the wind, it can receive the rain, dew, sun and moon sent by God, making it strong. Although the grass is safe, it has lost the blessing of rain and dew.
Those tactics and methods of survival are human tricks. If you want to advance in the Demon Mansion, there is no need. "
Cold sweat broke out on Twelve Lang's body, he nodded quickly and said: "Yes! Yes! The little demon will remember the emperor's words in his heart."
"Okay, get up." Bai Jun turned around, stared at him and said: "Twelve Lang, you have the Xuanhu bloodline in your body, but it is too thin. If there is no external force and opportunity, you will transform into the Thunder Tribulation City. but.
You have practiced hard for more than six hundred years, and your magic power is enough to rank among the top three among the demon leaders. I have a drop of towering dew of creation here. If you refine it and fuse it, it can stimulate your bloodline to return to your ancestors, derive amazing talents and magical powers, greatly increase your strength, and survive the thunder catastrophe of transformation.
I will give it to you today. I hope you can cultivate well and not let me down! "
Hu Twelve Lang was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "Don't worry, Emperor, Twelve Lang will definitely practice hard in the future and transform into another form as soon as possible. I will live up to your high expectations!"
Bai Yan stretched out his hand a little, and a spiritual light merged into Twelve Lang's body, "When you go back, start retreating. When you come out of retreat, I hope you will be the fourth commander of the Demon Mansion!"
Twelve Lang said excitedly: "I will definitely live up to the emperor's trust!"
Bai Jun looked at Twelve Lang's leaving figure and thought of Hu Qiniang. Most of the fox clan were charming and flirtatious, but if the fox's heart was moved by true love, it would be difficult to move.
Among the monsters in the mountain, Zhu Xing has been practicing for five hundred years and is extremely powerful. There is also Fang Xiu, who is just a few years away from reaching the boundary of transformation. Bai Jun did not choose them because they are still involved in the outside world. If his secret of blood is accidentally exposed, Bai Jun may He will become a pool of blood, and will be used as a treasure by those immortals to support and squeeze his value.
He is still a monster born and raised in this mountain. Only by finding out the basics can he feel more at ease. As for Laughing Boy, Zhi Shu and others, they are still several hundred years behind in their cultivation. Even with his blood, they cannot immediately break through to the realm of transformation.
Now that the Huishan Demon Mansion will face the disaster of the beast tide in less than sixty days, it is natural to have one more transformed demon. Moreover, Hu Twelve Lang is also particularly extraordinary among the demons, and Bai Jun believes that he will not let him down.
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March in Yangchun, late spring and early summer, is when the mountains are at their most beautiful.
The mountains are full of flowers, the mountains are green, birds are soaring in the sky, and beasts are roaming the mountains and forests. Prey and hunters are constantly changing. Every scene in nature is full of vitality, and it is all about hunting for survival and reproduction.
In the thirteen snake dens, countless snakes are entangled together. Spotted snakes, brown snakes, black snakes, pythons, and countless snakes put their soft and delicate bodies on the bodies of their own species, and they are carrying on. An ancient and sacred ritual.
Bai Yan stood beside the lake just outside the sky, looking at the countless "snake balls" floating on the lake, with a smile on his face. This year, many descendants of the same race will be born.
He no longer has to suppress and control the number of snakes, and they can reproduce as much as they want in the future.
In his eyes, the scene in front of him is a major event of racial reproduction, not the obscene scenes in human minds. This is the natural law of natural selection and survival of the fittest, and the way for species to be passed down through the ages.
However, some snakes were a little too excited, causing the water in the lake to stir up and down.
While he was smiling, suddenly the water in the lake opened in front of him, and a golden python about ten feet long poked its head out of the lake. It stood upright, spit out the snake letter, and rested its head on Bai Jun's shoulder, using the golden python all over its body. The yellow snake's body rubbed against his neck, and the snake's head leaned against his ear, spitting out letters and tickling his ears.
If anyone sees this scene, they will be horrified and think that the python is about to eat people, or it is a snake monster.
However, since the ban on Mount Hui, even if it is less than a hundred miles away from the villages and towns below the mountain, no mortals will break in.
Bai Yan stretched out a hand, pushed away the golden python's head, and said calmly: "Golden Gru, as a demon, you cannot lose your head due to mere animality."
He lowered his head and glanced at the lower tail of the golden grub, and with a flick of his finger, a cold light shot into its lower tail.
In an instant, the golden grub was shaken, and it crawled limply on the ground as if the whole snake had been drained of its bones.
The golden grub neighed dissatisfied, and Bai Jun said disapprovingly: "Stand here, don't let the reproduction plan be disturbed."
The golden grub snake's eyes were wet with water, and it looked at him aggrievedly, then slowly swam and coiled on the shore.
Its pure golden body looks very dazzling and beautiful under the sunlight. Bai Yan couldn't help but take a second look. This little guy was born a demon. He had never been killed by beasts. He would have to go through some hardships in the future to grow up slowly.
The golden grub is the most perfect result of Bai Jun's control over hundreds of kinds of grubs and snakes. Not only is he gifted with supernatural powers, but he has a body like a python and is extremely powerful. His understanding of the vitality of heaven and earth is astonishing. Now everyone has begun to swallow it. The vitality of heaven and earth is satisfied.
I remember when I was one year old, I was still sitting in a mud hole thinking about what to eat.
Bai Jun walked back to the mountain and glanced at the top of the Snake King Valley. In recent years, Huang Miao has been regulating the earth's atmosphere and dredging the roots of the mountains when he occasionally has free time. Now, Mount Hui is hundreds of feet high.
The top of the mountain is still covered with white snow, and the sunlight is like a miracle on the Golden Summit of Yunshan.
Not far away in the human world, what was once a small Zhuangjia Village has gone through more than 700 years, and is now Laozhuang County.
When the wonders of the Golden Dome of Mount Hui were revealed in the sun, the people in Laozhuang County were all moved. They all excitedly shouted about the miracle and the appearance of the emperor.
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The outermost peak of Hui Mountain is called Shenggong Peak, which is only two hundred feet high. The top of the mountain is the Emperor's Shrine, and behind the Shenggong Peak is the Golden Peak, which is more than three hundred feet high. It looks like the Golden Peak towers over the Shenggong Peak. In my arms.
The Imperial Shrine complex is magnificent and majestic. It is located on the top of the Shrine. Its background is the miraculous golden peak!
Since this year, more and more people have come to observe the miracles of the Golden Summit of the Imperial Palace, and Laozhuang County has become increasingly prosperous.
Speaking of which, the reason why Laozhuang County became a county is because it is close to the Emperor's Shrine on Mount Fei. This is not only the main palace of the Emperor's Shrine, but also the ancestral place of the Liu Sect's altar. Liu Sect believers from all over the world will come to pay homage to the Emperor. Statues of gods, tourists and merchants will appear when there are more people, followed by small merchants and hawkers, and then more and more inns, merchants, and shops, gradually forming a county over hundreds of years.
This year, on June 6th, Laozhuang County was bustling with activity.
Thousands of households put wicker sticks on their doors, open their courtyard doors, put fresh eggs in the vestibule, set altar tables with idols in the atrium, place three animals (chicken, duck, fish), five colored bowls, five snacks, five bowls of rice, and piles of jujube cakes. , cuttings of willow, incense sticks placed in front of the table, led by the head of the family, arranged according to seniority, all kneeling down and kowtow, congratulating Liu Xian on his birthday, and respectfully inviting Liu Xian to the house.
On this day, the Liuxian Temple Fair on the street is very lively. After the noon banquet, families will go shopping with their children. There will be various snacks and miscellaneous things, small vendors traveling around the world, and artists from all over the world. Because of this, Liu Jiao even gave these people a title, called Nine-rate people.
However, there is no distinction between the upper and lower nine streams. Workers, craftsmen, merchants, actors, prostitutes, servants, farmers, doctors, soldiers, etc. all belong to the nine streams.
At the Emperor's Shrine on the mountain, the high priest of the Liu Sect presided over the celebration, and the divine envoys and hundreds of tribes gathered together. After the celebration, they also had to deal with the matters of the various sects in the sect and make plans.
Currently, the person presiding over the celebration is Bai Jingxing, the only high priest of the Liu Sect. The chief bishop will only preside over the ceremony in person every ten years.
For Bai Jingxing, the high priest, the gods of the Liu Sect are not convinced. After all, the high priest must choose from these gods. Some people have been working hard for decades but did not expect to suddenly come to the air. In their hearts How could it be accepted?
Moreover, the head of the bishop once said that all members of the Baidu Hall and above can practice immortal magic and live a long life. The specific ones of their envoys are not clear, but as long as they can live longer, they will have the desire to move forward.
After all, most of Liu Jiao's disciples are Immortals, and it is rare for them to live longer than fifty, because using the art of inviting gods requires sacrificing lifespan.
Some spells are as small as losing a few days of life, but there are also many spells that can kill ten, twenty, or even thirty years! So even though they are all arrogant and have magical powers, in fact they all paid for it with their lives.
Now that life span can be extended, who among them would not be moved?
As for the Immortal Technique, it was the Changchun Yuan Refining Technique that Bai Jun found in the Seven Gu Sect's books. This is a wonderful book. After practicing it, you can extend your life, but the magical powers and spells are pitifully weak.
After cultivating to the highest level, it only lasts for more than a thousand years, and its strength is comparable to the weakest middle-level existence. But even so, it is a rare fairy secret book in the world.
Bai Jun took it and used it as the magical skill of the Liu Sect. From then on, the bishop's life span was a thousand years. The three high priests had to practice this skill to the sixth level before they could hold it, and their life span was five hundred years.
If you practice to the third level, you can become the Twelve Divine Envoys, with a life span of two hundred years. The leader of the Hundred Departments must also practice the first level, so that you can live to be a hundred years old and enjoy your life.
Therefore, Wang Weichuan has been living in a simple way for these years, practicing hard to teach the magical skills, and now he has reached the fourth level. Even though this immortal method is very simple, not all mortals can practice it well. At least for most people, practicing to the third level is already the limit.
In this way, the people in power of the Liu Sect will be able to stay at peace within themselves, and will not focus on fighting for power and gain, but will pay more attention to practicing immortal magic and longevity.
At the same time, each level of magic formula can only be taught orally if you have made great achievements, and you must take a poisonous oath not to spread it to others. As for how to guarantee it, there will be Gu insects as the guarantor.
The various branches of the Liu Sect are gradually improving, and the people in the sect no longer rely solely on asking gods to cast spells, but are more like a combination of sects and sects.
In this way, Bai Jun will also have the power of a human sect to use in the future. Therefore, he is still paying more attention to the development of the Liu Sect. Maybe after a thousand years, the Liu Sect will no longer be just a small human religion, but a big religion!
Bai Jingxing has extraordinary talent. Even without the guidance of a famous teacher, he has reached the second level of cultivation in just a few years. The other divine envoys have not even seen the technique now.
This was also done intentionally by Bai Jun. At least there should be a difference in strength between different levels, otherwise the desire to seize power would still be easily born.
Bai Jingxing is the only high priest of the Liu Sect, and the other two priest positions are still vacant. Wearing a sacrificial robe, he was in a high position. Seeing the perfunctory behavior of everyone below him, he did not get angry and said calmly: "Dear envoys and heads of hundreds of departments, I looked at the history of the religion a few days ago and found that these five For more than ten years, the Liu Sect's missionary progress has been almost stagnant, and it has been limited to the southern states of the Jin Dynasty. Needless to say, the Tianzhu Kingdom, the Jin Kingdom and the Yan Kingdom in the northwest have not been introduced to it in fifty years. It is inevitable for the gods to Isn’t it too perfunctory?”
Everyone was silent, and the heads of the hundreds of departments did not dare to speak. They were just the heads of the class, and their status was too low to speak. There were only eight of the twelve divine envoys present, but they all pretended not to hear, lowering their heads and saying nothing.
The atmosphere in Liu Jiao Tongzheng Hall became stiff, and no one made a sound.
Bai Jingxing sneered. He was no longer the stupid young boy he used to be. These decades of experience were not in vain.
In Hui Mountain, Bai Jun looked at the Tongzheng Hall with interest. The Imperial Palace Temple was right next door. Although his statue would not move, he could still hear it.
Bai Jun lay leisurely on the willow tree and said with a smile: "Why don't you care?"
The leader of the Divine Realm said calmly: "If I have to take care of such trivial matters, wouldn't it mean that I will never have peace? But you, the beast tide is approaching, but you still have the time to look at trivial matters?"
(End of chapter)
