After the demon king failed to beg for death

At the beginning of the moonlight, the top of the mountain in Beihai was completely dark, only the bright moon hanging in the sky left some light, illuminating the top of the mountain.

Fu Ling sat cross-legged on a rock, and under the rock was the sea water, hitting the scorched rock layer by layer.

His eyes are closed, his head is slightly raised, the smooth line of his chin sinks into his collar along his neck, and his closed eyes are covered with long eyelashes. Under the moonlight, he looks like a heavenly man, inviolable.

Since entering the bigu period, Fu Ling's cultivation seems to have entered a bottleneck period.

These days, in order to heal Li Chen, he constantly used up his own spiritual power, and then absorbed the spiritual energy from the world to supplement it. This cycle can be regarded as washing the meridians over and over again. It stands to reason that this cultivation level should only increase but not decrease. .

However, he was stuck at the mid-bigu stage, unable to go any further.

Fu Ling analyzed it himself, but it was still because of his state of mind.

Before, he never hid a person in his heart, like this, he likes what he likes, worries about what he worries about, so naturally he never encountered a bottleneck in such a matter.

But now, he has met, met, and how to get over it is another kind of practice.

Sitting quietly all night, when the sky was about to dawn, Fu Ling opened his eyes.

Under the rocks, the sea is surging, rolling and flowing, as if never tired.

How come people are not like this?

"Purple Flame Peak disciple Bi Zeyu pays respects to Patriarch Nether."

At this moment, a slightly familiar voice came from the foot of the mountain.

Fu Ling frowned. He came back yesterday quietly and didn't disturb anyone. How did this brat know that someone had returned to the mountain?

Just thinking about it like this, anger appeared in his eyes.

Xuantianzong even sent people to monitor Beihai Mountain.

Fu Ling got up, straightened the corners of his clothes, turned and went back to the small yard.

Since it is a visit, it has the attitude of a visit. Li Chen is not here in the first place, so let him wait!

At the foot of the mountain, with braids soaring to the sky, the young man in red clothes slightly bent his back, bowed his hands, and said again: "Ziyan Peak disciple Bi Zeyu pays homage to Patriarch Youming, and my disciples come to plead guilty to Patriarch."

The night before Fu Ling came back, he used the dust removal spell to clean the two small rooms, and the small rooms that were not very dirty before were brighter and cleaner.

He didn't go to his own room, but lived in Li Chen's room.

Anyway, this person hasn't come back yet, so what's the point of borrowing the house?

However, as soon as he lay down and wanted to rest for a while, Bi Zeyu's voice sounded again, and then changed after another, endlessly.

Fu Ling was upset and irritable, got up and opened the door, and in the blink of an eye, he was at the foot of the mountain.

"Early in the morning, where is the soul?"

When Bi Zeyu heard the voice, he thought that the ancestor was coming, and looked up in surprise.

However, what he saw was Fu Ling with a dark face and full of hostility.

He frowned and said, "I'm here to pay respects to the ancestor."

Ever since the Zongmen Grand Competition that day, Bi Zeyu saw the scene where Patriarch Youming easily subdued the Samadhi True Fire and rescued the two of them in the blink of an eye, and decided that Patriarch Youming was the master he should pursue.

Although his grandfather had said that Patriarch You Ming was indifferent, never going out of the mountains, and had mood swings, he would never be accepted as a disciple.

But when he received the news that someone had returned from the top of Beihai Mountain, he still came to the foot of the mountain immediately.

He is the grandson of the ancestor of the Xuantian Sect, and he is highly talented. He is the No.1 of the Xuantian Sect. With such aptitude, who would refuse to accept such an apprentice?

What's more, the demon slaying conference is about to be held soon. If he can get the guidance of the ancestor, he will definitely show his style in this demon slaying operation.

Although Bi Zeyu was also amazed at the technique Fu Ling used that day, but from the bottom of his heart, he couldn't look down on Fu Ling.

He had heard it all. This person used to be in charge of the vegetable garden at the foot of the mountain. It was only because he was good-looking that he climbed up to a housekeeper, so he was able to enter the inner door.

It's just that I don't know what kind of bewitchment the ancestor was subjected to to accept such a person as an apprentice.

Bi Zeyu stared at Fu Ling, he was really good-looking, even better than those pretty sisters in Ziyan Peak.

Could it be because of this appearance that he was favored by the ancestor?

Thinking of this, Bi Zeyu snorted coldly, and couldn't help cursing: "Shameless."

Fu Ling didn't know what this brat had made up in his head, but hearing him say this, his originally calm face became even more gloomy.

He asked almost gloomily, "What did you say?"

Bi Zeyu is not afraid of anything, except for being frightened by the real fire of Samadhi that day, he has never loved anyone.

He held his head up and said loudly: "I said you are shameless in serving others, bah... ah..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked out by Fu Ling.

He didn't even see how Fu Ling did it.

Bi Zeyu only felt the pain in his chest.

"Why are you doing a sneak attack... villain..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Ling's beautiful but hostile face was already in front of him, and he grabbed the collar of his chest with one hand.

Fu Ling looked indifferent, with a cold look in his eyes, and a piercing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Since no one has taught you what it means to respect teachers and elders, respect the old and love the young, then I will teach you a good lesson. "

A huge coercion of soul consciousness swept over Bi Zeyu's whole body in an instant, before he even had time to mobilize his spiritual power, he curled up in pain.

This kind of pain penetrated deep into the heart and soul, as if being torn apart, his face was so pale that he couldn't even speak.

Fu Ling let go of his hand, stood up straight, and withdrew his soul consciousness.

However, the pain did not go away.

Bi Zeyu's whole body was drenched in cold sweat, and he lay motionless on the ground.

Fu Ling stood in front of him, looking down at him: "In terms of seniority, I am your uncle. As a cultivator, I pay attention to the word respect most. When you see me being disrespectful, one of them is to insult me." Second, it is forbidden to make loud noises on the top of Beihai Mountain, and keep shouting. Third, I don't care how arrogant and domineering you are on Ziyan Peak, but if you enter my mountain top, you must abide by my rules. "

Bi Zeyu didn't know what spell Fu Ling used just now, but at that moment, the deep fear gripped his heart tightly, and he couldn't even think of a resistance.

Fu Ling's words fell into his ears word by word, and Bi Zeyu raised his head, looking at the person in front of him through his sweat-soaked gaze.

The person in front of him was a little blurry, and the outline was not very clear, but there was an awe-inspiring aura around him that he couldn't look directly at.

He had felt this feeling when he first met Patriarch You Ming, but he didn't know why it appeared on this person.

Bi Zeyu had nothing to say, and he was also speechless. In the past, he was protected in the Ziyan Peak and was airtight. For the first time, the young master who flaunted his might felt what it was like to be threatened with his life.

It's not that Fu Ling has never seen a bear child before, and there are some bears worse than Bi Zeyu.

This kind of person has never endured the beatings in this world, and always thinks that everyone in the world is his mother, so he should be humble and protect him.

But the cultivation world is a place where people cannibalize. Without Xuantianzong, he, Bi Zeyu, is nothing.

Fu Ling looked down at him: "There are mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people. Don't act like I am invincible all day long. There are many people who are better than you in this world. Next time, you may lose your life." .”

After Fu Ling finished speaking, he turned and went up the mountain.

Bi Zeyu was groggy, and in his blurred vision, the back of Fu Ling turning away somehow reminded him of his father's appearance when he left when he was very young.

That back view is like this, decisive, merciless, without a trace of nostalgia.

Thinking about it, he fainted.

Fu Ling asked Peng Zheng to take Bi Zeyu back to his little room, and let him go down the mountain by himself after he woke up.

Peng Zheng was a little scared and trembling.

Who doesn't know this little young master of Ziyan Peak? He is the one whom Fairy Qinyuan and the suzerain put on top of their hearts. Everyone in the Xuantian Sect is fawning on him.

But now, Fu Ling beat him up and knocked him out.

Peng Zheng asked worriedly, "Is this really all right?"

Fu Ling's mood has been low in the past few days, and he is even more upset to be made such a fuss by this brat early in the morning. He has a cold demeanor, and his words are a little impatient: "It's just that I couldn't stand the pressure of the soul consciousness and passed out. That's all, I'll wake up soon, what's there to worry about, can I kill him?"

Peng Zheng could hear Fu Ling's anger, and said in a low voice, "I'm just... a little scared."

This is the suzerain's grandson!

Fu Ling glanced at him: "Excellent!"

After saying this, he went out, leaving Peng Zheng alone looking at the person lying on the bed in a small way, and kept saying that he should wake up quickly.

Fu Ling originally wanted to rest for a while, and then went to the sect to see what was going on, but now he didn't feel sleepy at all, so he simply went out of the mountain with Yujian.

In the past few days, all the disciples from the major sects rushed to Xuantianzong to discuss the important matter of eliminating demons together.

Just because Xuantianzong is the closest to Mingshi Mountain, it will be convenient to start at that time.

Fu Ling landed at the foot of the Zongmen Mountain, and saw many people from the Zongmen walking up the mountain one after another.

There are more than 8000 steps for Xuantianzong to go up the mountain. On weekdays, disciples all go up and down the mountain by themselves. Once they enter the Xuantianzong's realm, they are not allowed to use their spiritual power.

This rule applies not only to people within the sect, but also to outsiders.

At least at the foot of the mountain, Fu Ling heard the complaints as he watched the people climbing up step by step.

"This Xuantianzong has many rules, more than 8000 steps to climb up step by step. Fortunately, I am not from Xuantianzong."

"This can be regarded as a kind of exercise. Stop complaining and go!"

He lifted his feet up the hill.

After that Zongmen Grand Competition ended, Fu Ling was also considered a celebrity of Xuantianzong. Although the match was interrupted because of the true fire of Samadhi, everyone saw his battle with Bi Zeyu before that.

Without that magic fire, the winner should be Fu Ling.

Standing at the foot of the mountain to welcome the disciples of the same sect, seeing Fu Ling's change of attitude from the past, he called Master Uncle very respectfully.

Fu Ling nodded, with a natural attitude as if he had received such visits countless times.

No one is as successful as they imagined, or arrogant.

The disciples at the foot of the mountain looked at each other and couldn't help but start to change their views on him.

"Luo Xuan?"

As soon as Fu Ling walked up two steps, he heard someone calling loudly behind him. He turned around and looked up, his body stiffened for a moment.

The person who came was none other than the Furong Pavilion group.

It's just that they didn't expect Xiao Yunyi to personally lead the team this time.

Xiao Xiangyang saw Fu Ling from a long distance away, and thought he was wrong, so he couldn't help but shouted.

Fu Ling stopped, but didn't step forward, just waiting for them to approach on the stairs.

The sect ranked first in Furong Pavilion, Xiao Yunyi's status is naturally different from others.

Seeing the iconic costume and Xiao Yunyi taking the lead, the disciples hurried forward to entertain him, and even sent a text message to the suzerain Bi Yuanqing.

However, unexpectedly, Luo Xuan actually knew them.

Xiao Xiangyang walked up to Fu Ling in three or two steps, grabbed his neck, and said quite affectionately: "The last time I said goodbye to the small secret realm, why didn't you contact me?"

Fu Ling pushed his hand away without any trace, and said with a smile, "I've been busy recently."

Xiao Xiangyang sighed: "I've been very busy recently, and I encountered something a few days ago. If you tell me, you won't believe it."

As he said that, he waved his hand to the little disciple who was trying to entertain him: "Just let Luo Xuan take us away, and you can do your work."

The little disciple looked at the group of people in embarrassment, and finally his eyes fell on Fu Ling.

Fu Ling waved his hands habitually: "Do your thing."

The little disciple bowed and said, "Yes, Uncle Master."

Xiao Xiangyang looked at Fu Ling in amazement: "It turns out that you are still a master and uncle in Xuantianzong, you are disrespectful and disrespectful."

It was probably because Xiao Yunyi finally couldn't bear to see his son's stupid appearance, and couldn't help scolding: "Nizi, come back soon."

Xiao Xiangyang touched his nose, and muttered: "Nizi every time, Nizi, really rebellious, don't you get mad at you?"

Fu Ling twitched the corners of his mouth, his appearance was similar to that of his father when he was young.

Xiao Yunyi stepped forward and held back, but he still couldn't hold back, and grabbed his ears.

"Father, I'm already this old, and I'm still holding my ears..."

Xiao Xiangyang probably had too much experience in carrying his ears, so he turned around and escaped from his father's grasp.

Then he jumped to Fu Ling's side, grabbed his arm and ran up.

"Father, I'll let Luo Xuan take me for a stroll, and I'll be back in a while."

Fu Ling was caught off guard and dragged up by him, and only had time to look back at Xiao Yunyi's expression.

Black as the bottom of a pot, I can't wait to perform a tiger's poison on the spot.

Xiao Xiangyang said while running: "Don't look at my father, I have never been to Xuantianzong before, you take me to play, is there any special scenery?"

Fu Ling was silent for a moment, then replied: "No."

Xiao Xiangyang stopped and said in astonishment, "What did you say?"

Fu Ling finally had a chance to free his arm from his clutches, then calmly straightened his sleeves, and repeated empathetically, "No."

There is no special scenery, because he has never visited it himself.

Xiao Xiangyang looked at him suspiciously: "Luo Xuan, do you not want to play with me, or do you think I'm annoying too?"

Fu Ling didn't find him annoying at all, on the contrary, it was this kind of vigor unique to young people that made him feel envious.

Such fearless, carefree days are always nostalgic.

It's just that Xuantianzong really doesn't have any special scenery that he thinks.

In terms of features, in his eyes, it is about as good as the bare top of Beihai Mountain.

"There is really no special scenery here, and I don't walk around the sect very much, so I don't want to find a disciple to accompany you."

Fu Ling hesitated.

Xiao Xiangyang turned around and climbed the stairs: "Forget it, there is nothing to see, so let's not read it, why don't I tell you what happened to me a few days ago, you must not believe it, such a bloody thing will happen to you." Met by me..."

Fu Ling followed behind him, listening to Xiao Xiangyang rambling on about what happened in the Su Mansion some time ago.

"That Su Shengnian blew himself up in the end. Fortunately, my father is strong enough to protect all the disciples of the Furong Pavilion. Otherwise, he would have suffered heavy losses, and the worst one would be the Guanshan Gate."

Fu Ling participated in the whole process, needless to say, he knew what happened.

It's just that after hearing Xiao Xiangyang's description like this, he didn't expect that he who used the face-changing technique turned out to be a hidden expert in his mouth.

"My father said that the tall man was like an old friend of his. I asked for a long time and didn't know who the old man was, but, I always felt that these two people who suddenly appeared at the Guanshan Gate were here to clear the Devil Cult's innocence. I guess this The two of them might be from the Demon Cult."

Xiao Xiangyang analyzed swearingly.

After he said this, Fu Ling couldn't help but glance at him.

Does this count as great wisdom and foolishness, and he guessed it right by mistake.

Fu Ling listened to him talking to himself all the way up the Xuantianzong, and was going to participate in some kind of demon slaying conference with everyone.

But at this time, Li Chen, who was far away in Cangzhou, had already arranged everything in advance and was about to return to Xuantianzong, but stopped under the tree in front of his own gate.

Because the tree actually spoke.

"Looking at it now, you can be regarded as the same as me, you are all resurrected from the dead."

"I have committed too many sins in my previous life. I don't know why I still have the opportunity to do it all over again. Do you think it was a trick of good fortune?"

"Actually, I don't think it's meaningless to live again. At least you, the master, am very interested in me. The only one I can truly recognize as my master is probably him, except for Xiao Yunyi, the old man."

"I am really sorry to cut you today, don't worry, I will definitely repair you well."

Li Chen was almost in astonishment listening to the tree spit out all this to itself, and the footsteps of stepping out the door seemed to have taken root on the ground, and it was impossible to pull it up.

He raised his head, looked at the big tree that had grown spiritual wisdom, his eyes were red, and he asked with an almost ferocious expression: "What did you say, say it again!"

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Fu Ling: A tree betrayed me

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