Enter the kitchen

Lu Ziqi was even more puzzled, and replied, "You just squatted in front of someone else's stall in a daze, and I called you several times before you answered me."

Lu Shiyi pursed his lips, frowned and said, "The stall owner is a little strange, let's go find Senior Brother Zhang!"

"Wait!" Lu Ziqi hurriedly grabbed him, "I just saw Senior Brother Zhang, he's over there." Without waiting for Lu Shiyi's reaction, he pulled him and ran out.

Being held by Lu Ziqi through the crowd, Lu Shiyi felt that the stalls on both sides were retreating quickly, and the dragon scales on his chest suddenly became cold, which made him shiver uncontrollably.

"Ziqi, stop!" Lu Shiyi held Lu Ziqi's hand instead, but saw that he had no intention of stopping at all, but instead ran faster and faster. Lu Shiyi staggered and almost fell out. He managed to stabilize his body , asked calmly: "Ziqi, where is Lu Tao?"

"Be attracted by something fun." Lu Ziqi replied perfunctorily, and Lu Shiyi immediately understood that the person in front of him was not Lu Ziqi at all.

Just when Lu Shiyi didn't know what to do, Lu Ziqi who was holding him suddenly screamed and let go of his hand.

"What is this?" His voice became rough and harsh, and the hand holding Lu Shiyi was frozen into an iron rod by the cold.

Startled, Lu Shiyi took a few steps back in a panic, and suddenly put a hand on his shoulder.

"Eleventh?" Lu Shiyi turned his head, and standing behind him were Lu Ziqi and Lu Tao, while he was still standing where he was, and the stall owner in front of him had long since disappeared.

"The stall owners have left, why are you still here in a daze?" Lu Tao asked in confusion, but Lu Shiyi didn't answer, but asked in a nonchalant manner: "Is it possible that Moxiu got into Luoshuiji?"

"Of course not." Lu Ziqi replied: "Brother Zhang said that every fellow daoist who enters Luoshuiji must go through the formation set up by the sect, and this time he also invited disciples of the Sword Sect, which one The blind Moxiu dares to sneak into Luoshuiji."

"I hope so." Lu Shiyi whispered, but the worry in his heart did not diminish in the slightest.

The outer episodes of Luoshuiji will end at sunset, and the inner episodes will be guarded by martial elites.Seeing that it was almost time, the three of them were about to return to the agreed place.

There was a sudden shout of anger from the crowd.

"Demon cultivator, stop!" The monks who didn't know the truth heard that it was a demon cultivator, and took out their magic weapons to protect themselves.Lu Shiyi and the others were small and weak, so they could only back away.

I saw a burst of black mist across the sky, followed by several sword lights. "It's Jianzong Jianxiu!" Someone shouted, and the word Jianzong seemed to have magical power, which immediately calmed down the panicked monks.

The black mist of sword light formed into a ball in the mid-air of Luoshui City, which made the monk tremble with fear.

"Eleventh, what shall we do?" Seeing that the sky was getting dark, and only the light of the sword was shining in the dim yellow sky, Lu Tao was completely immersed in this back and forth, but Lu Ziqi urged the two to leave.

Coincidentally, at this time, Luo Shuimen's disciples had already rushed over.

"You guys go to the back." Senior Brother Zhang shouted to the disciples behind him after giving his orders: "Form the formation!" The brilliance of various magic weapons flashed by, and the dozens of disciples who followed Senior Brother Zhang formed a formation, engulfing heaven and earth. Generally, he covered the demon cultivator who was knocked down by the sword cultivator.

Moxiu's body fell on the formation like a light mist. It looked light but weighed more than a thousand catties. Lu Shiyi couldn't dodge in time, and had a face-to-face meeting with Moxiu who was knocked down.

Lu Shiyi secretly thought that something was wrong, and quickly took a few steps back, but he still couldn't escape the opponent's clutches, and was easily lifted up by Moxiu.

"It seems that I'm lucky." Moxiu landed on Lu Sui with one hand, and patted the dust on his body with the other hand, not paying any attention to the siege of Jianzong and Luoshuimen.

"I just saw you, a little doll with miscellaneous spirit roots, at the market. I didn't expect to meet you again." Lu Shiyi struggled a few times without getting out of the shackles, and decided to let himself relax and stop resisting.

"Did Chu Shumo of Jianzong die, and you sent you little babies to dismiss me?" The demon cultivator uttered evil words, which angered the Jianzong monk: "The old ancestor's name taboo is you waiting for the demon cultivator to kill me?" I can mention it!" A disciple of the Sword Sect is obsessed with the way of the sword, and he is notoriously bad at words in the world of cultivating immortals. Even if he is furious, he can't force a few curse words.

"I don't know who it is, I only dare to bully the younger generation in this Luoshui collection." As soon as the disciple of Jianzong finished speaking, another joking voice said: "I smelled a stench a hundred miles away, I didn't expect it was really you ah."

"Venerable Yumai, it's been a hundred years, why can't you get rid of this disgusting stinking problem?" All the monks stepped back a few meters because of the name of Yumai, only that joking voice didn't care, and came down from the sky It fell on the opposite side of Moxiu.

"Seven imperial gates, Fu Jinluo." Venerable Yumao raised his head, revealing his face hidden under the hood.Others thought that demon cultivators were ugly and terrifying, but the Venerable Yumao in front of him was obviously not among them. His eyes were red and his face was as white as jade. He looked only in his early twenties.

Among the magic cultivators, those who can be called venerable are at least Nascent Soul cultivators. Just when everyone thought they would die, Fu Jinluo, a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Seven Royal Gates, also appeared.

Although Venerable Yumao still looked like he could do anything to me, his movements were much more cautious.He was originally at the Yuanying Dzogchen cultivation base, so he wouldn't be afraid if he didn't lower his cultivation base, but after he lowered his cultivation base, he would be one level lower than Fu Jinluo.

"I'm just curious, why did you, a Nascent Soul cultivator, sneak into Luoshuiji even though you surrendered your cultivation base?" Fu Jinluo said politely, shaking his talisman - Sunny Rain Fan with ease, but his whole body was tense. The tension is abnormal, just waiting for the opportunity to capture the opponent in one fell swoop.

"Curious?" Venerable Yumao raised his eyebrows, and at the same time he threw out his talisman from his sleeve, and snorted coldly, "I'll tell you if I'm not dead."

The Sunny and Rain Fan drew an arc in mid-air and hit the soul-calling banner drawn out by Venerable Yumai. The soul-calling banner made of soul immediately let out a shrill ghostly howl, trapping Venerable Yumao and Fu Jinluo in the black mist middle.

Fu Jinluo manipulated the Sunny and Rain Fan to try to disperse the black mist, but every time he bumped into the black mist, he had to avoid its edge.

Fu Jinluo gritted his teeth secretly, he thought that after Venerable Yumao suppressed his cultivation, he would definitely not be his opponent, but he didn't expect this demon to be so powerful.

Lu Shiyi was also trapped in the mist. He is a mortal without cultivation, and he can only flop around like a fish short of water in the mist. The pain is evident.The surrounding air became thinner and thinner, and he felt that even breathing became a luxury. When he was drowsy, he saw the soul-calling flag and the sunny and rain fan fighting together, and the light of the magic weapon inspired by it made him dare not look directly.

Outside the black mist, the frightened monks had been taken to a safe place, only the disciples of Jianzong and Luoshuimen were still guarding the periphery.

A sword roar like a dragon's chant broke through the air, and the expression of the disciple of Jianzong changed, and he almost knelt down uncontrollably.

They were all too familiar with the sound of the long sword being unsheathed. There was a sword aura left by the ancestors hanging on Xuanyuan Peak, which was ten thousand feet high.The sword cultivator who came here this time is the highest cultivation level at the golden core period, so naturally he has no chance to see the sword energy, but the sword cultivator of Jianzong is very familiar with this sword energy, because the power of this sword energy has become the most important thing for every sword sect. part of the student's life.

"Old Ancestor." The leading Sword Sect disciple had just been promoted to a low-level Golden Core cultivation base, and Fu Jinluo told him not to make a move before fighting with Venerable Yumao.Luoshuimen is an affiliated sect of Qiyumen, and Jianzong came this time because they are all juniors, so they can only follow what Fu Jinluo said, but when they heard the sound of sword chant, everyone couldn't sit still anymore .

"Sword Formation!" The disciples of the Sword Sect quickly formed a sword formation.The majestic aura gathered in midair, like a long sword drawn out of its sheath colliding with the black mist.

In the black mist, Venerable Yumao who was wounded by the sword qi spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, dyed his lips abnormally coquettishly, Fu Jinluo's appearance was not much better, he lost to the demon cultivator and was oppressed by the sword qi After sweeping, he could only half kneel on the ground in embarrassment.

And Lu Shiyi, the instigator who released the sword energy, has been brought into the air by Longlin, watching the farce in front of him condescendingly.

"The old thing Chu Shumo really isn't dead." Venerable Yumao wiped away the blood from his lips, showing no reverence for the well-deserved No. 1 in the world of cultivating immortals.He crossed Futu Mountain at the risk of Dao's death, and came all the way from the extreme north where demon cultivators gathered, as if just to verify Chu Shumo's life and death.

Shen Xinghai, Luoshuimen... The peace of the world of cultivating immortals for nearly a thousand years finally caused a turmoil due to the ambition of the demon cultivator.

The sword energy dormant in the dragon's scales seemed to have found a channel to vent, soaring up into the sky, finally a trace of despair appeared in the eyes of Venerable Yumao.Ask yourself, if Chu Shumo's sword energy is so powerful, can the demon cultivator really be an enemy of the righteous way?

After a moment of hesitation, Venerable Yumao no longer sat waiting for death, he forcibly suppressed the mouthful of blood in his throat, endured the pain of bone-biting pain, and shot Lu Shiyi again.

The sword light around Lu Shiyi had already weakened a lot, but he still scraped off a layer of flesh from Venerable Yumao's hand.

The sword sect disciples who formed the sword array made another move, but the long sword condensed with spiritual energy disappeared under the pressure of the sword energy.

"No!" The disciples of the Sword Sect were the first to notice the abnormality. The pressure of the sword energy that had obviously weakened struck again, making them unable to move.

Just when everyone was at a loss, a figure came through the air.

Fluorescent white light radiates from his whole body, and everyone can only see a vague human figure, only a red mark between his eyebrows attracts people's attention.

"Old Ancestor!" The Sword Sect disciple immediately knelt down and called the Old Ancestor, there is no one other than Chu Shumo who can make the Sword Sect disciples call the Old Ancestor. Brother Zhang quickly understood, and Luo who had just rushed over The head of the water gate and all the elders only had time to see Chu Shumo's back, and they all knelt down and called them seniors.

Fu Jinluo propped himself up on the ground with his fan, straightened up with difficulty, and also called out respectfully to his senior. Only Venerable Yumao vomited blood again, lying on the ground and never getting up again.

"Go back and tell Mozun Yuanyin that he will never think about crossing Futu Mountain one day with me."

Chu Shumo has not appeared in front of people for a hundred years, and even in the world of cultivating immortals, there are rumors that he has died in martyrdom.

But who knows, not only is he alive, but he is still the well-deserved number one in the world of cultivating immortals. Just a ray of divine consciousness can overwhelm Yuanying Moxiu without the strength to fight back.

Venerable Yumao's eyes were red, and he bit his lips tightly to prevent the last mouthful of blood from gushing out.

"Go away." Chu Shumo's voice was cold and distant, like the ice on the top of Xuanyuan that would not melt for thousands of years, even the word "roll" was elegant and calm.

Venerable Yumao felt relieved, turned into black smoke and ran towards Futu Mountain as if fleeing.And just when everyone wanted to admire Chu Shumo's appearance again, his spiritual consciousness suddenly floated in the air, turned into pure white cold mist, surrounded Lu Shiyi layer by layer, and disappeared into the sky together.

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