Chapter 342 Wu Zhao There Must Be some Unscrupulous People Who Want to Harm My Teeth

In Haoran's lineage, Chen Lu's cultivation level is the highest among the saints in the sect. Then there is another person whose cultivation sixty years ago was even better than Chen Lu.

This person is Zi Lu, the senior master of the Haoran lineage sixty years ago.

However, an incident happened sixty years ago, which gave Chen Lu a chance to succeed, so she took Zi Lu instead.

Since then, Zilu has been ordered by Saint Meng to practice hard and reflect at home. It is difficult for outsiders to know how far his cultivation has reached now.

Fei Zilu made a mistake, and Chen Lu never had the chance to become the head teacher.

"This person is not something to be afraid of. Once Saint Haoran's Taoist heart collapses and the avenue of Haoran's lineage is shattered, no disciple of Haoran's lineage will be spared. Their cultivation will fall and regress, and there will be no chance to move forward from now on. Their path of cultivation Broken! Moreover, it is said that Zilu is also the descendant of a certain Qi practitioner master. If we take action, we will inevitably get into trouble. It is better to wait for his Taoist heart to collapse on his own." Chen Lu disagreed.

"But senior brother, don't you want senior brother Zilu's Jushen Fist?" Gao Dachong whispered.

After hearing Gao Dachong's words, Chen Lu made a move, and a thrilling luster appeared in his eyes.

"Jushen Fist!" After a long time, Chen Lu took a breath: "Gushen Fist is just a legend. If Jushen Fist had been true, Zilu would not have been defeated. Zilu's family would not have been so miserable! "

"It is said that Jushen Fist is a relic left by the old Taigong. By practicing Jushen Fist, you can gain the power of the gods. As long as you know the true names of the gods, you can borrow the power of the gods and even invite the legendary gods. Come down to earth." Gao Dacong kept tempting.

After hearing what Gao Dachong said, Chen Lu fell into deep thought: "But Zilu is not someone to be trifled with."

"Now Senior Brother Haoran is in charge. Even if Zilu is not easy to mess with, we still have a chance." Gao Dachong said: "Senior Brother, you might as well ask Zilu to come here for a talk, and then we can make a secret plan to capture Zilu. The whole thing In Haoran's lineage, the only one who can enter the eyes of senior brother right now is probably the legendary Jushen Fist."

"Zi Lu is not easy to mess with!" Chen Lu took a breath, her eyes filled with memories.

Only those who have experienced the changes in Haoran's lineage sixty years ago know how terrifying Zilu is.

Zilu is not called Zilu.

Zi is just the honorific name that people give him.

But because he was not sanctified, he did not deserve the word Zi, so people put the word Zi in front of his name.

In that incident sixty years ago, Zilu fought with Saint Haoran for eighteen moves.

Zilu traveled around the world in his early years and created his own supreme magical power: the Eighteen Movements.

The master of the Eighteenth Route has never met an opponent.

The sage once said that if Zilu's eighteen moves could break through the twenty moves, he would be invincible to the sage.

If you can break through the thirty-six movements, you can be on an equal footing with a saint even if you haven't reached the realm of a saint.

The Eighteen Movements are the magical powers that Zilu created by observing all things in the world.

It is not accurate to say that it is a magical power, because Zilu's eighteen movements have turned into "weird".

It’s the weirdness of being alive!

Except for the sage, everyone’s understanding of Zilu’s eighteen movements is based on the sage’s description.

Except for the saint, everyone who saw Shiba Dong died.

No one knows what the Eighteen Movements look like or what power they have.

The only battle that remains in people's memory is sixty years ago, when Zilu fought with a ghost and god who had been entrusted with the imperial edict. Although Zilu did not kill the ghost and god, he leveled the mountain of the ghost and god and turned the ghost and god into a lonely soul. Wild ghosts roam in all directions.

Obviously, Chen Lu was very afraid of Zilu's actions.

"If senior brother is afraid of the Eighteen Movements, why not invite foreign aid? I believe there are many people outside who are interested in Jushen Fist." Gao Dacong said sweetly.

After hearing this, Chen Lu was silent: "Who do you want to invite?"

"The people from the Demon Sect will never give up this opportunity. And the Sanjiang Water God of the Sanjiang Gang has long coveted Zilu's Jushen Fist." Gao Dachong said.

While the two of them were still discussing, they never expected that a bigger storm had already rolled up in the 165 vassal states on the Great Wednesday.

The extremely remote coast of the East China Sea.

An ancient city that reaches into the sky stands on the shore of the East China Sea, suppressing the vast blue waves that are hundreds of millions of miles away.

Amid the mist, a girl wearing a golden robe with a high ponytail on her head was sitting in a palace of several thousand square meters.

There is a long table in the palace, a hundred meters long, with exquisite snacks and dishes placed on it.

Countless maids shuttled among them, picking up the countless dishes and delivering them to the girl on small plates.

Compared with back then, Wu Zhao now had at least one head longer. At this time, his legs were crossed on the table, and he was eating snacks one by one, letting the girl carefully put the snacks into her mouth.

"Miss, the time for your cultivation partner has been determined."

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. An old man with white beard and hair but strong spirit walked in from the door with long strides and stood ten meters in front of Wu Zhao.

"I want a dragon seed! A real dragon seed that contains the blood of a true dragon, not the family's old tricks." Wu Zhao stopped eating and turned his head to take a look, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.

The bloodline of the Yulong clan is the most peculiar, and it needs the help of real dragons to cultivate and grow stronger.

The stronger the captured true dragon, the faster the cultivation speed, the stronger the strength, and the higher the upper limit.

"The third prince of Donghai is lost! It is said that he is lost in the Dragon Palace." The old man lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that if he raised his voice a little louder, someone would hear him.

"Really or not? Is it the Third Prince I know?" Wu Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up, he lowered his crossed legs, and hurriedly leaned forward to ask.

"That's the dragon!" The old man looked left and right, and finally signaled the palace maids in the hall to exit, and then lowered his voice and said, "The third prince was said to have gotten lost yesterday."

"He's lost! He's lost! If he hadn't been lost, I'm afraid I wouldn't have had a chance. It's said that the third prince is a real dragon with the purest bloodline in the dragon clan for 18,000 years. There seems to be something in his body. The bloodline of the distant ancestors is awakened. This loach was born with the innate spiritual treasure Dinghai Shenzhu, and it inherits the hope of the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas. The purity of its bloodline is expected to open the ruins of the Crystal Palace of the Ancient Dragon Clan in Dongting Lake. A few years ago, the Dragon Clan of the West Sea married a daughter. I thought there was something fishy. How could the majestic Dragon Girl of the West Sea condescend to marry a small lake aquarium tribe suppressed by the human race? At that time, the dragon tribe of the Four Seas must have wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to verify the purity of the blood essence and open the Crystal Palace. I thought I would take the opportunity to see if I could get some advantage and catch the dragon species, but who would have thought that the evil way would interfere with this good thing."

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Speaking of this, Wu Zhao gritted his teeth angrily.

"I had already seen the dragon species at that time. I was only one foot away from the dragon species. I could catch the dragon species and turn it into the strongest master of my Yulong clan. But who knew that someone would mess it up? .”

"These loaches are really cunning. The prince of the East China Sea asked the dragon girl of the West Sea to secretly take him with him when he got married. If I hadn't been given some advice by an expert, I would have been hard-pressed to know the secrets. Unfortunately, after all, it was a one-step difference. I missed the opportunity." Wu Zhao said with regret: "Have you ever found any trace of that magic fortune teller?"

"It is said that the divine fortune teller last appeared in Liangjie Mountain, enlightening Xiang Caizhu. Then Xiang Caizhu awakened his bloodline, and from then on the divine fortune teller disappeared between heaven and earth." The old man said.

"Liang Jie Mountain?" Wu Zhao couldn't help but froze when he heard about Liang Jie Mountain, and a dirty figure appeared in his mind.

"Have any samurai come to see me in recent years?" Wu Zhao asked.

"No." The old man said.

"Could it be that someone came before, but was blocked by those ignorant servants?" Wu Zhao asked again.

"The rules at home are strict and this kind of thing will never happen." The old man said.

"That's really weird. Why didn't you come to me?" Wu Zhaoqi's cheeks gradually puffed up: "Or is it that he has died in the turmoil in the Two Realms Mountains?"

Wu Zhao felt a little sorry. Cui Yu's material transformation was worthy of her cultivation.

It's a pity that Cui Yu didn't come.

"I hope you are still alive." Wu Zhaodi muttered.

"By the way, how are things going at Two Realms Mountain? Are there any experts in the family joining in the fun?" Wu Zhao asked.

"Everyone in the family is looking for the whereabouts of the Dinghai Pearl. How can they have time to go to Liangjie Mountain?" The old man said: "Although the nature of Liangjie Mountain is good, there are more wolves and less meat. How can it be as good as the Dinghai Divine Pearl?"

"That's true." Wu Zhao nodded: "By the way, how is the matter of the God and Demon Rice going? Then where did Yan Qu obtain such a large amount of God and Demon Rice?"

"No one knows where the Saint Li's lineage obtained the God and Demon Rice. Not only the Saint Li's lineage, but also the Haoran lineage, Taipingdao also used a large amount of crazy exchange materials for the God and Demon Rice to exchange all the God and Demon Rice in the world. The price has been suppressed, at least fifty times." The old man said with a smile: "The prosperous age of my bloodline is about to begin again. Now it is really fun to eat God and Demon Rice for three meals a day. , even the rate of blood aging has slowed down. It’s not like before, if you want to eat a meal of God and Demon Rice, you have to wait until the holidays."

"After all, it is not good for the channels of the God and Demon Rice to be in the hands of others. The root cause needs to be traced as soon as possible." As he said this, Wu Zhao picked up the God and Demon Rice on the table and pulled it toward his mouth.

"Miss, the master has already started to prepare for this. The family also took out half of the supplies and exchanged them for God and Demon Rice. Now everyone in our clan regards God and Demon Rice as three meals a day. "The old man said.

Wu Zhao said nothing and just buried his head in eating.

"There is one more thing I want to report to the lady." The old man looked at Wu Zhao, wondering whether he should say more.

Seeing the old man hesitating and hesitating, Wu Zhao became curious and raised his head from the bowl: "What's the matter? Why are you still hesitating?"

"The mother of the third prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty has sent someone to propose marriage." The old man said.

"The four major families of King Jia, Shi and Xue, that Concubine Xi who has endless treasures?" Wu Zhao raised his head.

"It's her." The old man said.

"Proposing marriage to that sister?" Wu Zhao asked curiously: "I don't know which sister is so lucky. Once she gets married, she won't have to worry about cultivation materials. It's like soaking in a honey pot."

The old man looked at Wu Zhao with a strange look on his face and refused to speak.

"Speak quickly! Who is it? That he is so lucky?" Wu Zhao said curiously.

"It's you, Miss." The old man finally couldn't stand it any longer and could only say.

"Ahem~"

Wu Zhao almost choked to death on a mouthful of rice: "What did you say?"

"It's you, miss." The old man said, "You are so lucky."

"But I'm still a child." Wu Zhao lamented and suddenly panicked.

"You're not young, it's time to get married. I heard that the covenant between ghosts and gods of the Zhou royal family has been broken, and the Emperor of Zhou is about to unite the ancient clans of the world and win over all the major blood families in the world. I, the Yulong family, are one of the four major families. , naturally it is necessary to win over Emperor Zhou." The old man said.

"What did my father say? My father wouldn't agree, right? I'm so young, my father wouldn't agree!" There was a hint of panic in the girl's eyes.

"The master agreed. Now that the world is in chaos, the master also wants to gain the righteous status of the Zhou court and gain the support of the court's "Heaven"." The old man said:

"That's why I want to prepare an adult hunting ceremony for the young lady."

"How about the third prince? Is he handsome? Is he good-tempered?" Wu Zhao asked.

"He is a rare and handsome man. Miss, you are lucky."

Wu Zhao panicked and quickly lowered his head to scoop up the rice from the bowl of God and Demon, and kept pulling it into his mouth.

But the next moment, all he could hear was a 'bang' sound from Wu Zhao's mouth, a trembling sound that made people numb their brains and scalp.

"Bah! Oh! Oh! Bah! Why did this rice turn into stone?"

Wu Zhao bit it into pieces with his delicate steel teeth and couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the stones on the ground.

Then he turned around and looked into the bowl, only to see that the rice from the gods and demons in the bowl had turned into stone.

"Why did the magic rice turn into stone?" Wu Zhao was stunned.

The old man also looked surprised: "It's strange, it's obviously rice from gods and demons, how could it turn into stone?"

"Who is teasing me?" Wu Zhao suddenly slammed the table, stood up and angrily shouted in the palace.

Unfortunately, there was no response, only the echo kept echoing back and forth in the palace.

"Asshole! Asshole! What bastard is teasing me!

! "

At this moment, in the palace not far away, angry curses came one after another.

Listening to those familiar curses, Wu Zhao was startled and looked down at the stones in the bowl: "Quickly, quickly go to the warehouse where the gods and demons rice is stored. Come and see if all the gods and demons rice have turned into... Stone."

As he spoke, Wu Zhao threw away Kuai Zi and ran towards the warehouse.

Not only Wu Zhao, but also a group of elders and stewards of the Wu family ran towards the warehouse.

"Dad!" Wu Zhao saw from a distance that a majestic middle-aged man in a big purple robe with three big red flowers on his head was running toward the warehouse with rapid strides.

Everyone is not a fool. The moment they saw something unexpected happened to Shen Mo Mi, they already had a bad premonition in their hearts.