After the demon king failed to beg for death

After disturbing the flowers, Fu Ling began to spoil the vegetation in the yard again.

The fingertips radiated pale green light, entangled and fell to the ground in strands, and the grass, which was originally a small stubble, began to grow wildly, slowly becoming taller.

Fu Ling seemed to be interested in playing, and sprinkled more and more.

The weeds in the yard grew taller and taller, almost reaching the position of his chest.

In the past, he would only make people fear death, but he never expected that in his next life, he would have such an ability to make plants grow and dead vines to bloom.

Is this a kind of reincarnation, death and rebirth, killing and redemption.

Just thinking about it like this, Fu Ling seemed to have entered a realm that he had never set foot on.

There is a feeling that I have never had before lingering in my heart. It seems that as long as I understand this level of feeling, the path of cultivation will be smoother.

But before he could come up with something, an indifferent and boring voice sounded without emotion: "Planting so much grass, is it reserved for you to make a bed?"

The Nether Patriarch who agreed to come to check and accept is back.

Fu Ling withdrew his hand, looked around, and seemed to realize that he might have gone too far.

The originally flat small yard was already covered by half-person-high weeds, and even the flowers in the garden were all surrounded by weeds. The whole small yard didn't look like a yard, but a small wasteland, without any traces. The uninhabited kind.

He touched his nose with some guilt, and said without apology: "I haven't mastered the ability yet, and I can't control it for a while."

fart! ! !

Ancestor You Ming obviously didn't believe his nonsense at all.

"Before tomorrow morning, I want to see this small courtyard restored to its original state, or I will throw you down the mountain."

After finishing speaking, he floated into his small room in the blink of an eye, and slammed the door shut.

Very ruthless and angry.

Fu Ling looked at the weeds in the yard, sighed, rolled up his sleeves calmly, and summoned the sword lying in the house.

Throughout the ages, he is probably the first person to chop grass with a sword.

As the sky was approaching dawn, Fu Ling finally got rid of all the weeds in the yard that he had planted out of his curiosity.

The small courtyard has returned to its original appearance.

The white clothes on Fu Ling's body were also stained with mud, making them look dirty.

The whole body exudes a woody fragrance of green grass, lightly.

He put away the long sword, let go of his sleeve, pinched his arm that had not been moved for a long time, and twisted his neck.

Who would have believed that the big devil who murdered without blinking an eye and was famous all over the world, actually weeded weeds in a regular manner, and he didn't seem to complain at all.

If this happened more than 100 years ago, Fu Ling himself would not have believed it.

After living a new life, the killing in his heart gradually faded away. Without the identity of the demon head of Mingshi Mountain, no matter what he did, he seemed to do whatever he wanted.

Fu Ling raised his feet and was about to go back to the house to tidy up.

At this moment, a halberd flew out of the room without warning.

Fu Ling knew this long halberd, and it was placed together with the long sword in his hand, and they were all on the weapon rack in the training room.

Patriarch You Ming didn't even say hello, and he did it as soon as he said it.

He was merciless in his strikes, and Zhao Zhao attacked Fu Ling's vital points.

A white figure flashed in front of his eyes.

Fu Ling was not afraid, but his eyes were a little excited. The long sword in his hand was out of the sheath, and he faced the difficulties.

Patriarch Youming deliberately practiced Fu Ling, and suppressed his cultivation at the bigu stage, which was a stage higher than Fu Ling, and then mercilessly attacked.

Although Fu Ling's cultivation base was lower by one level, his actual combat experience was accumulated in his previous life.

But in order not to reveal his flaws and expose his rebirth, Fu Ling still restrained himself.

Then, he was crushed and beaten by the Nether ancestor, very ruthlessly.

When he was hit by the halberd again and crashed into a tree, Fu Ling felt that his internal organs were about to be displaced.

He deeply suspected that this Nether Patriarch was not here to inspect and accept, but to kill disciples.

The sweet fishy smell spread in the mouth, and bright blood overflowed from the corner of the mouth.

After landing again, Fu Ling supported the tree and stood up again.

The cyan headband had been scattered, floating to nowhere, and the black black hair that reached waist was flying behind the body.

Fu Ling was panting slightly because of the injury, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and his thin and soft lips were even more red and tender against the blood.

This should be a very mesmerizing picture of beauty.

However, this beauty has a strong body and a straight back. Although she is riddled with holes, she has no intention of admitting defeat.

A pair of cold eyes contained a strong fighting intent, as if he could keep fighting as long as he didn't fall down.

Patriarch You Ming was dressed in white, holding a halberd, and looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes gradually dimmed.

No one knew what was going on in his heart, only the hands behind his back and the clenched fists leaked a trace of emotion different from the surface.

"It took you two months to go from refining Qi to building a foundation. You are really talented."

It's rare for Patriarch You Ming to say something pertinent.

There was still some pain in Fu Ling's chest, he couldn't help coughing twice, and said affirmatively: "You knew my cultivation level a long time ago."

Patriarch You Ming didn't care about Fu Ling's attitude, and replied: "There is nothing I don't know about this Xuantian Sect, it depends on whether I want to know or not."

Of course, Fu Ling knew that after reaching a certain level, he could listen to all directions, see all directions, and know everything about where his consciousness went.

It's just not usually done because of the noise.

This was how he used to be. Before he died, he had reached the consummation of the Mahayana period, but because he was trapped by the inner demons, he was unable to ascend, and even had symptoms of madness.

And at that time, he had almost no pursuit in this world, and there was nothing interesting to him.

Since you can't fly, and you don't have nostalgia in the world, it's better to leave peacefully, so as to save unnecessary troubles.

It's just that I didn't expect that when I opened my eyes again, I was alive again.

Although the days after Duoshe's rebirth had experienced life and death several times, they were much more interesting than before.

Fu Ling seemed to have some expectations for this world again.

It's not bad to come to today by accident.

Patriarch You Ming threw the halberd back into the house casually, and walked towards Fu Ling.

"So far, today's inspection is not bad, let's make persistent efforts."

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of medicine from the storage ring and brought it to him.

"Take a break in the next few days. After half a month, I will take you down the mountain."

Fu Ling took the medicine bottle unceremoniously. He thought he would stay on this mountain for three to five years or something, but he didn't expect to go down the mountain so soon.

"Where are we going down the mountain?"

Ancestor You Ming explained patiently: "After half a month, I will attend my friend's wedding."

Fu Ling:? ? ?

Such an unpredictable and bad-tempered person actually has friends? ? ?

Probably because Fu Ling's expression was too shocked, Patriarch You Ming saw the meaning in his expression at a glance, couldn't help reaching out, and grabbed his loose hair behind him.

"I'm a person too, is it strange to have friends?"

After all, the hair is still in the hands of others, and Fu Ling knows when to bow his head at the right time.

"No, I'm just surprised that I can go down the mountain so quickly, happy!"

fart! ! !

Patriarch Youming let go of his hand and snorted: "In half a month, learn how to control the sword for me, and then fly over by myself."

Yu Jian in the foundation building period?

This ancestor is really perverted.

Fu Ling felt that this was himself. If it was someone else, within three days, he would be tortured to death by this ancestor.

Generally speaking, to reach the level of Yujian, at least the bigu period is required, and Yujian is not absent in the foundation building period, but it is difficult to maintain spiritual power, so it cannot fly very far.

But who is Fu Ling? He is the Demon Lord who created the Spirit Yin Jue.

The question of whether the spiritual power is enough has never been in the scope of his thinking. The only thing to think about is to choose a sword.

A sword suited to him and able to wield it.

I don't know where my saber "Chu Qi" is now.

The sword "Chu Qi" was forged a hundred years ago by the number one swordsmith in the cultivation world, using thousand-year-old black iron and the remains of divine beasts. On the day the sword was made, there were lightning flashes and thunder, and there were seven thunderbolts in the sky. It fell from the sky, and that day was also the seventh day of the lunar calendar in the mortal world, so this name was used directly.

The sword spirit was born on the day the seventh day was cast, and the sword spirit itself has consciousness, which is difficult for ordinary people to conquer.

Fu Ling also relied on his strength to subdue it, and thus became the master of the sword.

He just didn't know where Chu Qi ended up after his death.

Thinking of this, Fu Ling was still a little disappointed.

But never thought that a silver sword fell from the sky.

Fu Ling dodged quickly, and the sword stuck straight into the ground.

"Use this sword first, and return it to me when you find a suitable one."

After the ancestor Youming dropped the sword, he returned to his little room.

Fu Ling pulled out his sword, thinking that this patriarch probably knew how to read minds, otherwise how could he send something over every time he thought about it.

The appearance of this silver sword is very simple, but the hilt is very delicate, as if drawn stroke by stroke by the most shrewd swordsmith.

The blade of the sword is very thin and soft, but it is extremely sharp. Even if you just look at it like this, you can feel the strong murderous aura on the sword.

This sword is indeed a good sword, and it is also a spiritual weapon.

Although it is not as good as Chu Qi, it is more than enough compared to ordinary swords.

Fu Ling was no longer picky, and after two days of recuperation, he began to practice with the sword.

For others, Yujian still needs time to adapt, but Fu Ling has spent countless years on the sword. Yujian is like an instinct, which has been integrated into his bones. As long as he has a sword in his hand, he can fly away at any time .

Patriarch You Ming also lived in the small courtyard for the past two days, but his life can be said to be extremely monotonous. Apart from watering the flowers, he just meditated and practiced.

Occasionally give a few pointers, even if it is fulfilling the responsibility of the master.

In order not to let the ancestor see any flaws, Fu Ling forced himself to spend a few days pretending to learn Yujian.

Then, when he stepped down the mountain, he finally mastered Feijian.

Before going down the mountain, Patriarch Youming took Fu Ling to Xuantianzong's warehouse, and prepared to pick up some spirit stones to take with him.

Ordinary people trade with silver coins, but cultivators use spirit stones as coins.

Spiritual stones are also divided into three, six, and nine grades, and the spiritual power and value contained in different spiritual stones are different.

Xuantianzong's warehouse is very large, and the two gates are also very grand.

Patriarch Youming asked Fu Ling to wait outside the door, and went in by himself.

Fu Ling thought about this trip down the mountain, maybe he could take the opportunity to go back to Mingshi Mountain.

Before the small abacus was finished, an exclamation came from behind.

"Luo Xuan, this is an important warehouse, why are you here?"

Fu Ling turned around, looking at the fat, short, middle-aged man in front of him with a low cultivation level, his brows were slightly clustered.

"Who are you?"

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