The ancestor who passed through the book became a villain, and his junior sister gave up on therapy.

Towering buildings, the city is full of loneliness.

Zhou Lu was taken to the Hewang Palace by the disciples in red, one of whom was the leader of the team that fought Qin Yuan that day.

"Are you...really Zhou Miaohua?"

The opponent's realm was higher than his, so Zhou Lu nodded: "Exactly, what's your advice?"

"Guidance is beyond the pale..." The team leader's eyes were complicated. He recalled in his mind the "Zhou Miaohua..." who was struck by lightning and still yelled at them, and the current Zhou Luhua, who was humble and cautious.

"It's not like..."

"Ok?"

"You don't look much like Zhou Miaohua."

"???"

This sentence set Zhou Lu's CPU on fire. Am I not like myself?

The leader shook his head and sighed, people are indeed changeable creatures.

Everyone had arrived at King He's door. He knocked respectfully, then stood back and waited until there was a sound from inside before walking in.

"I've seen Emperor Zhu Wu."

The disciples lowered their heads and bowed their hands in salute. Zhou Lu followed suit, not daring to let his eyes wander. In the past few days in the upper world to recover from his injuries, he also knew the names of the different realms here.

The Great Emperor is the Immortal Emperor!

"Hmm..." An old voice came from the top, and everyone dared to stand up straight. Zhou Lu also saw King He.

It was a lean old man, wearing a red robe, with scars on his chest that seemed to have been burned by fire. His whole body seemed to be half buried in the ground, and he was full of death.

"You... ahem... go down." King He coughed twice, looking only at Zhou Lu with his cloudy eyes.

The disciple resigned, and the hall with the two remaining people became even more depressing, especially with the broken statue of a god standing behind him, which looked even more gloomy under the weak candlelight.

"Zhou Miaohua has met Emperor Zhu Wu." Zhou Lu's scalp numbed under such gaze, and he bowed his hand to him again, his posture was much lower than before.

"Growing up..." King He looked at the young face, his thoughts were reminiscing, but a violent cough brought him back to reality.

"Are you all right?"

King He waved his hand and asked in an inaudible tone: "Do you still remember your life experience?"

"Ok?"

These words stopped Zhou Lu from asking. He has been staying in Haomiao for as long as he can remember. Maitreya Buddha has been in contact with more people than him. Could it be that...

He looked at King He at the top, and some bloody thoughts emerged, but the other party snuffed them out in the next second.

"I am your enemy."

The pressure of the Immortal Emperor suddenly came, and Zhou Lu was pinned to the ground without any resistance.

The old man on top stood up, his muscles bulged in a strange way, and he grew in reverse, and soon he turned into a dignified middle-aged man.

"I destroyed your country." King He slowly moved downwards, and every step was clearly audible: "Your father, your mother, your ministers, and your people all died in my hands. .”

He stopped in front of Zhou Lu, who struggled to look up at him.

"do you hate me?"

"Back to... Emperor Zhu Wu, I have been in the vastness of the lower world since I was born. I don't know anything about heaven, and I have no memory of that time..."

Even if there was, Zhou Lu couldn't say that he didn't want to die?Distracted cultivation to hate the Immortal Emperor?Eight hundred reincarnations are not enough to kill the opponent!

"Then I tell you to hate me from now on." King He pulled him up, but did not put away the pressure.

There was a crackling sound of bones, and Zhou Lu's expression turned into unconscious mud for a moment, and he died.

King He pulled out his soul, and with a wave of his hand, an immortal body that he had polished for an unknown amount of time appeared.

He pinched the magic formula and pressed it in, and the cold body slowly came to life.

"call!"

Zhou Lu was panting heavily. He didn't have Qin Yuan's mental skills and couldn't rely on sleep to avoid the mental pressure and impact of soul transfer. The tendons in his neck bulged and his face turned red from being suppressed.

"Hate me, target me, and... kill me in the future!" King He patted his shoulder, and all the vibrations in his soul disappeared instantly. Zhou Lu collapsed to the ground without any strength, unable to see his last expression clearly, and then Lost consciousness.

"Cough cough..."

There was another coughing sound in the hall, and he returned to the appearance of a lean old man. King He waved his hand, and the woman behind the screen walked out and took Zhou Lu out.

Looking at his leaving figure, old things reappeared, and he violently turned over the lamp on the side.

"Haha...cough..."

The fire caught the carpet, but it didn't burn much.

King He stood hunched over, without any of the domineering appearance of the earliest immortal emperor.

"The merits of the day...she is willing to..."

"joke!"

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On the other side, Hal's mobile city... ahem, the Shangshan Immortal Sect is traveling through the space tunnel.

Fifth senior sister An Ran, who had changed into purple clothes at some point, silently followed Yao Yun.

"Sister Yao Yun, you said that Prince He... let Master go for once? Isn't he from Chen Ming's side?"

"Actually, I don't know why." Yao Yun was a little puzzled: "But when Qing Huan fell to the lower realm, King He did stop Chen Ming and didn't let him kill everyone."

"Ah? Then is he good or bad?"

"It's hard to define, but I prefer him to be bad. After all, without him, the outcome of the bloody battle might have been different."

"Oh..." An Ran nodded, catching the sadness in Yao Yun's eyes, and immediately changed the subject: "Sister Yao Yun, where are we going?"

"Xunming Mountain, I will take you to see my mount."

Yao Yun adjusted her emotions and blinked at her.

In addition to hiding the best, she has been looking for the whereabouts of the lost people. The first one they found was Lao Liu Jiang Yu, but he didn't come back, and he was killing monsters in the ghost tribe.

In his words...: Damn it, this dangerous place is full of ghosts!My, Jiang Yu’s road to invincibility is about to begin!

Then he puts on the ghost fox mask on his face, wears a small skirt, swaying in the wind and leads the ghost to kill (obscene sneak attack).

This made Yao Yun, who was originally worried about Wen Ling's physical condition, directly worried about her mental condition. After accepting so many weird apprentices, is she really okay?

Yao Yun recalled that day when she saw Qin Yuan leading He Wang's disciples to overcome the tribulation together, and calling me Zhou Lu and Zhou Miaohua's bastard...

etc!Is my sun-loving tortoise not being carried away?

She thought of something, and in An Ran's puzzled eyes, she urged her power to speed up.

An Ran: "Sister Yaoyun must miss her mount so much!"

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Xunming Mountain——

In the crevice of the cliff, a naked man was stuck inside. With his strength, it was easy to escape, but he did not do so.

He lowered his head, invisible tendrils growing around his body, and a faint red light slowly became clear on his back.

"Xuan Zhong! Leave quickly! Take Qing Huan with you!" a female voice roared.

In my memory, the woman who loved beauty and always wanted to look her most beautiful was covered in blood, her breath was extremely weak... She seemed to be crying?

"Yao Yun..."

Xuanzhong gently called her name, and everything in the scene collapsed, and he seemed to have returned to the beach again.

"Hey! Qing Huan, look, there is a little turtle here that can't turn over? It's so stupid... Hahaha..."