Extreme Demon

"Master, the energy crystal has been placed." Torrambach approached and reminded respectfully.

When Lu Sheng came to his senses, a large amount of red light began to gather in the formation.

"The energy level of the world I have come to now is getting higher and higher. The black energy crystal is gradually becoming insufficient and needs to be replaced with an energy block with higher energy.

But the best thing you can buy on the market is black crystal. I’ll go back to the Qingcha Sect this time to see if I can get some high-level energy resources.”

A thought flashed through his mind. Lu Sheng tapped his foot lightly in the air, and his body suddenly flew out, landing lightly in the middle of the formation.

A large amount of red light quickly gathered, and a gray gap opened above his head with a click.

Lu Sheng did not enter in a hurry, but flicked his finger, and two pale yellow light spots popped up.

The light points flew into Ban Sai and Tuo Lan's foreheads like lightning.

"Practice the exercises I have tailored for you carefully. I will check your cultivation when I come back. Don't be lazy!" After giving the final instruction, Lu Sheng jumped lightly, and his whole body instantly turned into a ray of yellow light and penetrated into the crack. Disappear.

The formation shook violently, then suddenly shook, and the black crystal shattered and exploded very quickly.

"No!" Ban Sai trembled with fright, "Hurry up and replenish the energy crystals, otherwise the formation will collapse and the boss may be lost in the vortex of time and space!"

He rushed to the hidden compartment on the wall and quickly took out the black crystal inside.

Torlenbach was also startled and hurriedly stepped forward to help. The two of them hurriedly inserted the new crystal into the ground formation socket. They were relieved when they saw the gray crack shaking for a while and then regaining stability.

"It seems like Black Crystal really can't meet the demand," Bansai sighed.

"We'll wait until the master comes back. We can only work hard during this period. I hope these black crystals can hold up in the future." Tuo Lan was silent for a while and said slowly.

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"The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is getting cold again."

In a quaint courtyard, several maids carefully fanned a person lying on the seat in the middle.

This man was extremely fat, more than two meters long and one meter wide. Sitting on the recliner, he looked like a small mountain of meat.

"Come on, help me turn over." The fat man sighed, then raised his chubby hand and asked the maid next to him to hold it and give it strength.

"Master, be careful." The four maids worked together and shouted in unison, before they managed to turn the fat man's body to his side.

"Alas" the fat man sighed again. "You said, my father is the head of the Qinglu altar, the number one gangster in the three provinces, and my mother is a peerless beauty. Ten years ago, it was said that her pursuers were like crucian carp crossing the river. How could I, the child they gave birth to, change as I grow up? Is it like this??"

Several maids lowered their heads and did not dare to say anything. I just kept wiping the sweat from my body with a hand towel.

They had also heard before that a former maid really responded to the fat young man's words, but accidentally answered the man and offended the man. As a result, the previous maid was never seen again.

"Oh, I don't know where my mother is now." The fat man was also used to the maid not answering. His two small eyes stared at the sky in the distance, falling into melancholy and unable to extricate himself.

"It would be great if I could lose some weight. Then I would be able to practice martial arts well, so that I can help my father look for his mother everywhere in the future." The fat man squeezed his chubby face, and his heart became even more miserable.

He didn't notice that a thin crack suddenly opened in the space behind him. A little yellow light loomed, flickering through the back of his head and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

After the yellow light disappeared, the small cracks quickly faded and dissipated. It's as if it never appeared in the first place.

"Okay, you all go out, I want to take a good rest." The fat man waved his hand.

"yes."

The four maids curtsied and saluted, and hurriedly walked out of the courtyard neatly side by side, leaving only the fat man lying in the middle of the courtyard with his eyes closed tightly, as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed.

But no one knew that there was a deep yellow aura deep in the fat man's soul at this time, which was rapidly merging with the fat man's own soul.

It wasn't devouring, nor was there any rejection reaction. The two souls were like water and milk blending together, completely becoming one in the blink of an eye.

After a while, the fat man slowly opened his eyes again, with a flash of yellow light in his eyes.

"Pang Sicheng? The only son of the chief altar master of Qinglu Altar? His father has a prominent position, and his mother has mysteriously disappeared and her whereabouts are unknown.

And what the hell is this world? ? ! "

As soon as Lu Sheng merged with Pang Sicheng's memory, he felt a pain in his heart.

Not to mention the vastness of this world, the area where his body is located has no concept of country, and its rulers are gangs and sects of different sizes.

The ruler of his area is the powerful Qinglu Tan. Pang Yuanjun, the general leader of Qinglu Tan, is the father of this body.

So of course, he is a veritable princeling in this life. A collection of various second generations in one.

What made Lu Sheng want to complain the most was that the martial arts system in this world was extremely rough, and everyone practiced pure strength techniques.

Warriors at all stages of the realm are also described in terms of pure strength and weight.

In martial arts practice, among the divisions that are truly considered formal warriors, the lowest level is a strongman, who has the strength of an ox.

Then there is the martial artist, who has the strength of ten oxen. Then came the Great Martial Master, Martial Lord, Martial King, Martial Emperor, and the most powerful Martial Emperor.

The division of boundaries is extremely rough. Everyone is simply exercising their energy and blood. And the power of Qi and blood here can actually be exercised to an extreme degree.

"Alas" Lu Sheng once read a lot of online novels when he was on Earth. When he recalled it, he suddenly felt that it was very appropriate. Isn't this the realm division in some novels?

At first, he thought it was just made up by others, but now it seems that such a world actually exists!

He struggled to move his position so that he could lie down more comfortably.

"Let me see, what is Pang Sicheng's karmic wish?"

Lu Sheng's soul moved slightly and slowly dived into the depths of his heart and soul. This time it was a world with a time speed of one to ten. It can be seen that the energy level of this world is almost the strongest among all the worlds he has descended into.

"Except for the world of Emperor Wa, I'm afraid this world is the closest space to the world of demons." Lu Sheng looked at Pang Sicheng's cause and effect attentively.

The cause and effect is very simple, there is only one.

Find my mother and reunite the family.

As a collective of the second generation, Pang Sicheng lacked nothing. He was well-dressed, well-fed, and wealthy. Even if he wanted to practice martial arts, his father would guide him.

So the only thing he wanted to do was to get his mother back and reunite the family of three to live a good life.

What is also surprising is that the father in this body is a powerful overlord who dominates the three provinces. Now is the time to take action everywhere, conquer the world, and try to unify the martial arts world.

The so-called Wulin refers to the large area of ​​rich and fertile land stretching from Tangmen Pass in the east to the Jiuhe Mountains in the west.

There are countless large and small forces entrenched in this land, and the strongest among them are three gangs and sixteen sects.

The Qinglu Altar is at the forefront among these sixteen gates.

Father Pang Yuanjun can be said to be the best among the powerful Wuhuang warriors. He is extremely domineering in his military Yuan ten-killer, and every attack will result in bloodshed.

"It's a pity that because Pang Sicheng was afraid of pain, he didn't choose to practice the extremely cruel Junyuan Ten Kills, but instead practiced another set of Partial Star Road Toad Technique.

Although it is also a Martial Emperor-level martial arts, this Xuan Gong is still far behind compared to Jun Yuan Shi Sha."

Lu Sheng felt a little regretful. After a moment of sensing, he felt a thread-like power flowing through his body. This power had no entity, unlike other pure energies such as spiritual power, which could be seen in form.

It is just an invisible force attached to the flesh and blood, constantly circulating and vibrating.

"Sir." Suddenly, a man in green attire suddenly appeared at the entrance of the courtyard, kneeling on one knee and saying respectfully.

"What's the matter?" Lu Sheng said lazily in Pang Sicheng's previous tone.

"The young city lord of Qifeng City has arrived."

"Young Master of Qifeng City?" Lu Sheng's mind moved slightly and he quickly recalled Pang Sicheng's previous memories.

Zhong Xiu, the young master of Qifeng, is also the eldest disciple of his father Pang Yuanjun. He is also the eldest brother who takes the best care of his predecessor. However, his identity is somewhat secret and not known to outsiders.

"Brother Zhong, please come here." Lu Sheng tried hard to stand up, but his weight was too great, and even he found it difficult.

Even if he had some martial arts skills through cultivation, Pang Sicheng was too lazy, and that little skill could not support his own weight.

The well-dressed man responded slightly, then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Soon a tall, thin man slowly walked into the yard with his right hand behind his back.

The man's face was cold and handsome, with a natural indifference and coldness about him. His right hand was injured, so he always likes to carry it behind his back.

Lu Sheng slowly raised his head and looked at this man.

"Did dad not come home again?" Lu Sheng synthesized his memories and immediately recalled his previous routine.

"The chief altar master is besieging Fengjiazhuang. The Beisheng Sword King is stubborn and won't come back in a short time. He asked me to give you a message. He wants you to go to Fengjiazhuang in a while. Over there Something for you.”

"I'm not going." Lu Sheng said flatly.

The relationship between Pang Sicheng and his father Pang Yuanjun is not very good. Pang Yuanjun is domineering. Even when facing his only son, he always does whatever he wants without caring about his feelings.

Pang Sicheng's rejection of martial arts training was partly due to his rebellious mentality. Pang Yuanjun pushed him too hard.

"You." Zhong Xiu showed a hint of helplessness and shook his head. "Besides this matter, there is one more thing I want to remind you. If you encounter a man named Zhuang Xiesheng near Qinglu City recently, try to avoid him."

"Oh?" Lu Sheng was stunned. In my memory, this is the first time I heard such words.

In the past, no matter where he went, others would always avoid him. This time it was actually him who took the initiative to avoid others.

"Why is this?" Lu Sheng asked directly as he thought of it. Pang Sicheng used to have this temperament, so he had nothing to worry about.

Zhong Xiu was silent for a moment and said slowly.

"Master has his own reasons. Just remember it. It won't do you any harm."