"The power of thunder and lightning is extremely violent. Ordinary creatures will die immediately if they touch it. However, it can be solidified into such a form now. It is simply unbelievable!"
Recalling the scene he just saw, Lu Zhong thought in his heart, then slowly closed his eyes and entered the gray fog space.
With the continuous consumption of spiritual consciousness, the real recollection also begins.
In a simulated environment, everything is just like reality.
In order to understand this lightning, he tried to inject spiritual power into it. Unexpectedly, after injecting just a trace, the lightning exploded, destroying the weapon spirit in an instant.
fail!
Lu Zhong's eyes were calm, as if he had expected it.
The second simulation begins.
This time, he activated the Jiamu Thunder Seal.
Trying to use the power of thunder and lightning from the same source to attract or absorb this layer of lightning, in order to achieve the purpose of helping the weapon spirit escape from trouble.
The new attempt worked.
The thunder light surrounding the weapon spirit, pulled by the armored wood thunder, really started to stir, and the latter two became even more intertwined. However, an accident occurred again. Although the previous steps were very smooth, the two powers of lightning could not be blended.
At the same time, the weapon spirit, which had lost the confinement of lightning, should have been jumping for joy, but instead it seemed to be wilting. It looks slightly abnormal, as if it has lost something precious.
It didn't last long, and the lightning that failed to fuse broke out, destroying the weapon spirit again.
After another failure, Lu Zhong did not feel discouraged at all. If this problem was solved so easily, it would not have not appeared in ancient records.
Based on his experience, he quickly thought of a way.
Without thinking, Lu Zhong came up with a magic formula. This was a method to make the magic weapon self-destruct. The principle was to make all the restrictions self-destruct, and then completely activate the power of the magic weapon.
Under normal circumstances, this would be tantamount to self-mutilation.
But now that he was in a real simulation, he didn't need to worry about the consequences of his self-protection weapon.
A low cracking sound was heard, and as the star blue arc flashed wildly, the star mirror was broken into several pieces. At the same time, Lu Zhong's mind was severely damaged, caused by the destruction of his life magic weapon. Under the severe pain of being injured in his soul, he tried his best to control the speed of the magic weapon's collapse to avoid self-destruction too quickly and leaving him with nothing.
After a while, Lu Zhong exited the gray mist space.
"Phew!" He breathed out.
The more realistic the simulation, the more immersive the experience. Self-destruction of one's magic weapon is tantamount to causing the soul to be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts. Although he has tried many times, he still can't adapt to it and needs to quit the real simulation to relax.
After a while, Lu Zhong entered the gray mist space again.
During the process of the magic weapon's self-destruction just now, he finally made some discovery, so he cut out a scene this time and prepared to use the scene to review it carefully.
Go back to the corresponding fragment.
Lu Zhong stared at one of the points, and could see that as the magic weapon collapsed, the weapon spirit that was originally located in many restrictions and wrapped in a layer of lightning was also ejected at this time. The little guy's expression was very wonderful at this moment, and he felt as if his home was suddenly blown up.
But that's not what he focused on.
If you look carefully at this moment, you will find that the so-called thunder light is not the imagined thunder and lightning at all, but is composed of countless slender lightning threads, forming an incredible thunder and lightning rune. Its precision is no less than that of Jiamu. Thunder Seal.
"A primitive thunder and lightning rune?" Lu Zhong said in surprise.
If it weren't for the Jiamu Thunder Method, he would never be able to see anything unusual.
Realizing this, Lu Zhong immediately overturned his previous conjecture. It was clearly a huge opportunity for the thunder light to be harmful to the weapon spirit. The reason why it is being harmed now is probably because the weapon spirit cannot control the power of this rune, so it suffers the consequences.
Lu Zhong pondered for a while.
He is not good at this kind of runes.
However, Lu Zhong knew one person who was good at this, and he had a very close relationship with him, and that was Shui Ni, the leader of Zhenling Sect. She practices the Xuan Yue lineage. Although she starts with sword cultivation, as her level improves, she will gradually enter the path of Dharma cultivation.
As a normal practitioner, the study of runes is essential.
"The only option is to seek help..." Lu Zhong decided.
But before that, you must first write down the original runes.
Since the runes have a three-dimensional structure, random compression will change their true function, so ordinary jade slips cannot record them. He deliberately dug out a preaching bead, and it took him a full day to move the original thunder and lightning runes he saw into it.
Lu Zhong put away the preaching beads, closed his eyes and rested.
Another half month passed like this, Lu Zhong walked out of the cave and looked at the clear, cloudless blue sky. He couldn't help but feel a little better. Then he rose into the sky and turned into a rainbow light, quickly heading towards Zhenling Sect.
Flying over Bidaofang City on the way, he took a special look.
After years of development, this place has become more prosperous than before, and the scale of urban construction is no less than that of the Bihai Fairy City.
Thanks to the Mingyuanzhou development plan, this place was selected as a transfer station. Both the airport and the seaport are busy with traffic.
The meteors passing by in the sky quickly attracted the attention of the monks in the workshop.
"Wow, shooting star!"
"Make a wish quickly!"
The words of the foreign monks immediately aroused the laughter of the local monks. Some people who had been laughed at before recalled their previous embarrassing experiences and took the trouble to explain:
"That's not a shooting star, but True Lord Xingyang!"
…
For True Lord Nascent Soul.
Although it is tens of thousands of miles away, it can be reached in one day.
As soon as he arrived at Zhenling Sect, Lu Zhong walked towards Zhenling Palace, preparing to visit Shui Ni, but there was a sound of conversation in the wind, which made him frown.
Without stopping, he quickly crossed the threshold.
As soon as he entered the hall, Lu Zhong heard an old voice: "Fellow Taoist Shui, the conditions I just proposed are definitely sincere. You might as well think about it carefully. Cooperation will benefit both sides. Like this, it's good for you and me." There is no need to refuse things lightly.”
The voice had a strange accent and didn't sound like a normal person speaking.
Lu Zhong walked in calmly and took a full view of the situation in the palace. It can be seen that there are crouched figures facing Shui Ni in the hall.
As if aware of his arrival, the hunched figure slowly turned around. It had a sharp mouth and sharp ears, and had a face like a fox. There was a white crescent mark between the eyebrows, but the lower body was almost the same as that of an old woman.
If you sense it carefully, you can find that its aura is similar to that of the early stage of Yuanying. It is obvious that this is an accomplished demon cultivator.
"Your Excellency must be True Lord Xingyang!"
The fox-faced old woman was a little surprised when she saw the person coming.
At the same time, he subconsciously made defensive actions.
The Xingyang True Lord in front of him was definitely a ruthless man. When it came to the monks who killed the most Nascent Souls in the Southern Barbarians, he was the undisputed number one.
As soon as Lu Zhong stopped, he naturally noticed the little movements of the fox-faced old woman. He couldn't help but secretly thought that it was funny. At the same time, he also became more aware of his own deterrent power. No wonder she became a "source of turmoil."
"That's right, it's you!"
"Haha..." The old woman laughed, cupped her hands and said to Shui Ni: "Since it is Fellow Daoist Lu who is here, I will take my leave first. Fellow Daoist Shui, please consider this matter seriously."
Lu Zhong watched her leave, and after the demonic cultivator disappeared, he asked curiously: "If I read correctly, her body should be the Moon-Watching Fox, and the Southern Barbarians should have been extinct long ago. Not only has she reappeared now, but she also Successfully transformed, what is her origin?"
"Demon Court." Shui Ni said, rubbing her temples.
"Isn't it already destroyed?" Hearing this, Lu Zhong was slightly surprised. He quickly thought of a possibility and his expression couldn't help but change: "Is it possible that a demon saint rebuilt the demon court?"
The demon cultivators in the water all respect the Demon Saint of the Water Palace, and the demon cultivators who are revered on land are naturally the once glorious "Court of Ten Thousand Demons".
In an instant, Lu Zhong thought of the possible consequences of the Demon Court's reconstruction, and even had the idea of leaving Nanman.
It's not that he is timid, it's that the human-monster has too much grudge.
It should be noted that the demon court in the past was attacked and destroyed by the ancient immortal cultivators. Now that the demon court has been rebuilt a million years later, it is difficult to believe that the demon cultivators will treat this matter calmly.
There must be a battle between the two races!
"There's no need to worry too much, it's just a semi-holy demon roc. If there really is a demon saint who rebuilds the demon court, the southern barbarian immortal world will no longer exist at this moment." Shui Ni walked down from the hall and told Lu the information he knew without reservation. Zhongdao came out.
The fox-faced old woman just now, as Lu Zhong saw, was indeed from the rare moon-watching fox clan, named Yuechan.
Calls himself "the envoy from the Demon Court".
She appeared three days ago.
The Zhenling Sect, located in the western border of the Southern Barbarians, was the first immortal cultivator sect that the Demon Court came into contact with.
Hearing this, Lu Zhong thought no wonder.
In such a short period of time, his avatar has not received any news, which is indeed normal.
Continue to listen to Shui Ni.
"As for the conditions proposed by Demon Court, haha..."
She sneered and said it all at once, but she exchanged the elixir for the classics, including but not limited to alchemy, talismans, weapon refining and other arts of cultivating immortals.
The transaction content does not stop there, even various travel notes, biographies, and mortal books are also included in the transaction.
Anyone with a discerning eye can tell what Demon Court is thinking at a glance.
"Is the demon cultivator enlightened?"
This was the first thought in Lu Zhong's mind.
According to the records in the classics, the reason why the Demon Court was destroyed in the past was not because there was a huge gap in strength with the ancient monks. On the contrary, the Demon Court's strength at the beginning benefited from long-term accumulation and even surpassed the human race for a time.
The reason why it failed in the end was actually because Taiping had been stuck in its ways for too long.
The demon clan regards the techniques inherited through blood as classics.
In particular, the several royal families who rule the Demon Court have taken this to the extreme and will never allow any changes. So after the weaknesses of the skills were discovered, the great saints were quickly targeted by ancient monks, leading to a complete collapse.
Maybe the pain reaches the depths of his soul, and then the New Demon Court will eliminate the long-standing evil.
The emergence of such an opponent is not a good thing for the Nanman cultivation world.
A bad one.
It was a new round of war sweeping across the Southern Barbarians.
Lu Zhong couldn't help but look to the northwest, where the vast sea of forests was.
The vast forest sea and the harsh environment far exceed those of the Abyssal Continent. It is precisely for this reason that the boundaries of the Nanman Immortal Cultivation World are limited to their current location. Unexpectedly, after millions of years passed, the demon clan that escaped inside to thrive would actually regain their strength.
A question suddenly occurred to him.
Lu Zhong naturally understood the depths of Shui Ni's temperament. Being born in Middle-earth, she has the arrogance of a Middle-earth monk in her heart, and there is no possibility of cooperating with a demon cultivator.
The Bihaizong led by Lu Zhong is currently extremely rich, so there is no need to commit adultery.
Neither of them would trade with the Demon Court. The Taoist clan under the control of Miao Zong also has the arrogance of the Middle-earth people. Not only does it have it, but it will be even higher, and it is estimated that it will not damage its own reputation.
But if you can't stand it, there will be monks and even sect families who will take risks. With the selfish nature of most monks, they would not care about the flood after death.
Lu Zhong expressed his thoughts, which coincided with Shui Ni.
She was also worried about this.
If this scene really happens, the demon cultivator's strength will expand dramatically. After all, the reason why people can defeat beasts is because they can use tools.
Once this advantage is lost, the strength gap between the two sides will be equalized, or even surpassed by the demon cultivator who is more talented in fighting.
When the time comes, the first one to suffer will be the Zhenling Sect.
"We can only let the Qiannan League strictly exercise control to delay the progress of demon cultivators." Shui Ni said worriedly.
She knew very well that it was almost impossible to prevent the Demon Court from obtaining knowledge when the Nanman could not seal the border. Even if all the cultivators have the human race at heart and are not tempted by the huge profits of the Demon Court, they cannot stop the demon cultivators from robbing them.
It is foreseeable that the Southern Barbarians will be turbulent in the future.
All kinds of bizarre and bloody incidents are expected to happen again and again.
Suppressing the annoyance in his heart, Shui Nihu's scowl faded and he said with a smile: "I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. I have never seen you take the initiative to come to me before. Tell me, what problems did you encounter?"
"Why don't you go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing?" Lu Zhong's expression froze.
However, he still handed over the preaching beads and explained the problems he encountered.
But he never thought that Shui Ni would give him a blank look.
It was really inappropriate for a high-ranking Feixing disciple to ask her about the runes of Xuanyue.
According to normal circumstances, the Feixing lineage should be the master of this way. After reaching the Nascent Soul stage, many secret techniques are released with the help of runes to achieve the purpose of increasing power.
But she also knew Lu Zhong's situation.
With both thunder and magic at his side and sharp magic weapons to protect his path, his combat prowess is unparalleled in the Southern Barbarians. As long as you can ensure your own safety, there is really no need to practice runes.
After all, monks, especially immortal cultivators.
It has always been practical.
The reason why Shui Ni rolled her eyes at Lu Zhong was because she wanted Lu Zhong to respect Feixing's heritage and not regard his major skills as a simple tool to improve his cultivation.
"As for this rune, let me study it for some time..."
Shui Ni was rarely serious and said with a serious face.
This primitive rune is not simple. It seems to contain a huge secret. If it can be unearthed and improved to suit the use of immortal cultivators, a powerful secret technique may be created.
Even, a powerful magical power!
