Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Samsara Peak, back mountain, valley.

The old storyteller did not deny what Hua Wuyou said.

What he said last time in West Wind City was a lie, but it wasn't all lies. At least it was true when it came to making the last Lady Kingdom's belly bigger.

As for the other words, they are naturally half-truths and half-falsities, and most of them are just nonsense.

The old storyteller is indeed inherited from the lineage of the famous deduction master Samsara Old Man in the past, but what Old Samsara inherited is the lineage of Xu Tiandi in the past.

Originally, the old man who told the story did not want to follow, but he was very curious about how the majestic Lord Wuyou of Heaven could rescue a dying girl surrounded by countless masters in the world.

He did not think that it was the cooperation between Hua Wuyou and Yuan Shaoqin that led him to save Yuan Shaoqin's sister. If Hua Wuyou really cared about the cooperative relationship with Yuan Shaoqin, he not only took away Yuan Xiaolou just now, but also took away the two siblings with Hua Wuyou's cultivation. In the square, except for Xuan Ying and Li Ziye, Except for that, no one else can stop him at all.

Moreover, big bosses at the level of Xuan Ying and Li Ziye would not care whether the two young people stay or go.

The old storyteller had been looking at people's faces for a lifetime, and he could tell that the person Hua Wuyou was looking at in a different way was not Yuan Shaoqin, but the beautiful girl Yuan Xiaolou who was lying in the beautiful flower bed as if she was asleep.

I remembered that in Xifeng City some time ago, I had just finished telling the fortunes of Yuan Xiaolou and Li Wanjun when Hua Wuyou appeared.

The old storyteller didn't pay much attention to this matter before. After all, before that time, he had met Hua Wuyou once in a tavern.

It wasn't until Hua Wuyou showed up just now and took away the dying Yuan Xiaolou that the old storyteller realized that Hua Wuyou seemed to have been secretly staring at Yuan Xiaolou.

If Hua Wuyou was after the Seven Organizations jade medal on Yuan Xiaolou's body, with his method, he could almost get it at his fingertips, and just now Hua Wuyou didn't even blink when he threw the jade medal to Yuan Shaoqin. .

It can be seen that Hua Wuyou did not approach Yuan Xiaolou just for the jade medal.

The old storyteller boasts that he knows astronomy and geography, and can tell all the interesting things in the world. Once a person like him encounters something that he cannot understand, he will concentrate on figuring it out.

So much so that he didn't even bother to watch the lively gathering of the Human League on the top of Qianshan Mountain, and secretly chased Hua Wuyou here.

Hua Wuyou stared at the old storyteller, waiting for his answer.

But the old storyteller seemed unwilling to reveal his secret, and a wry smile appeared on his fat black face.

Hua Wuyou was very angry. He was called the Flower Butcher in the heaven, moody and cruel. No one dared to disobey his wishes, and no one dared not answer his words.

Hua Wuyou smacked her palm again, this time not towards the valley and woods, but towards the old storyteller.

Hua Wuyou can clear a valley hundreds of feet long and dozens of feet wide with one palm. If someone takes a slap from him, the consequences can be imagined.

The powerful palm force seemed to turn into a substantial wall. Before the palm force could be reached, the violent air pressure had already blown back the old storyteller's sparse hair, beard, and clothes.

However, the old storyteller seemed to have turned into a stone man, motionless under the powerful wind of his palm.

His turbid eyes stared at the huge palm print that was quickly pressing over him, without seeming to dodge or resist.

The old storyteller who looked like a stone man just now seemed to have turned into a shadow that did not exist.

Hua Wuyou's condensed palm prints passed through the old storyteller's body without making any waves or noises.

Finally, the huge palm print swept into the forest of towering ancient trees behind the old storyteller. A loud rumbling sound was heard, and countless big trees were turned into powder under the force of the palm.

The rumbling noise lasted for a long time before it gradually subsided. Hua Wuyou sneered and stared at the short, fat old man holding a bamboo pole and curtain.

He said: "I have seen this move before. His Majesty the Lord of the Underworld's Immovable Mysterious Magical Power. I didn't expect you to even know the magical power of the Underworld."

Faced with Hua Wuyou's temptation, no one could evade or hide.

The old storyteller had no choice but to mobilize the power he had hidden for many years to resist. He shook his head and said: "The cultivation methods of the three realms all originate from the human world, and the same is true for the immovable Xuanming magical power of Pluto. It is recorded in the wonderful book "Xiaoyaoyou" in the human world that there are Xuanming people who regard five hundred years as spring. Five hundred years old is spring. In autumn, there is a big tree in the southwest, which is eight thousand years old.

It is spring, and eight thousand years is autumn. The Xuanming in this refers to the Xuanming Divine Turtle. Its defensive power is a hundred times that of the basalt turtle, one of the four mythical beasts in the world.

For millions of years, the catastrophes against the human world seem to be wars between the heaven and the human world, but in every catastrophe, the figure of the underworld can be seen.

The true magical power of cultivating the energy of chaos in the ancient times of the human world was spread to the heaven through the catastrophe. It’s not surprising that some cultivation techniques from the human world have spread to the underworld. "

Hua Wuyou nodded gently and said, "In this case, do you admit that you are the descendant of Xu Tiandi?"

The old storyteller shook his head.

Hua Wuyou said, "You still don't admit it now?"

The old storyteller said: "There is only one orthodox successor of Xu Tiandi, and that is Li Ziye. Miss Guixian can't even be said to be a descendant of Xu Tiandi, so how can I dare to put gold on my face with this lineage. Young Master, most of what I once told you are true, and I do have some connections with the old Senior Xu. However, my true lineage has its own mission, and we will not interfere with the catastrophe, nor will we interfere with cultivation. boundary

Things can be regarded as wandering clouds and wild cranes outside the world of mortals."

Hua Wuyou said: "You have your own mission? What is it?"

The old storyteller said: "This has nothing to do with Young Master." Hua Wuyou said: "The last question, your cultivation level is obviously not low, why did I detect no sign of true energy fluctuations in your body after several inspections? Hua’s understanding of the way of heaven cannot be said to be the best in the Three Realms, but it can definitely be ranked in the top ten, not necessarily the tenth. I don’t think your cultivation level is much higher than mine, so I can’t detect you. The details. Either you have practiced some mysterious technique to hide your true cultivation level, or you have something that can be hidden.

Except for the rare treasure of cultivation, I can't think of a third possibility. "The old storyteller smiled bitterly and said: "I only know a few life-saving methods passed down from my ancestors, but I really don't have any skills. Playboy, let’s not waste any more time. Resurrection magic does not necessarily bring people back to life. Seven hours after death is the limit. If it exceeds seven hours, the soul will be sucked into the Six Paths of Reincarnation Pool in the underworld. If you want me to save this girl from the small building, , please tell me the truth, why do you regard such an ordinary girl in this world with such special regard? You can't hide it from me. I can see that the death of Miss Xiaolou made you very angry. You really care about her. "