Concubine Cultivation Records

Chapter 138 Chapter 137
Above the sky is surrounded by dark clouds.

There is a thunderous sound, surrounded by electric dragons.

The female fairy in a smoky palace dress had an unbelievable look in her eyes.

Looking up at those emerald pupils, the man who never left her and promised each other that his heart would never change.

Just like that, the sharp knife pierced her heart, leaving her unprepared, and was severely injured.

The people hanging in the air looked at Fairy Wushuang who fell down suddenly, and then at the green shirt, their eyes were full of puzzlement and anger.

"Jiu Musheng!" A shout resounded through the sky.

Some elders, with doubts and confusion on their faces, asked, "Elder Ninth Supreme, you."

Before the others could react, a blue wave appeared at the foot of the green shirt.

In an instant, a huge Pinghu Lake appeared at the feet of the elders who were besieging Guiyuan Naxuemen.

The clear and transparent lake water reflects another blue sky that is completely different from the overcast clouds above.

In the calm lake water, lotus flowers emerged from the water surface one after another, and then lotus leaves sprung up, turning into blue waves.

The one dressed in blue came stepping on the water, his jade-white palm stretched out into the clear lake water.

One hand closed like a lotus bud, and then quietly bloomed.

"Lianyu, open."

A simple sentence caused Zuo Hongtu's complexion to change suddenly, and a little panic appeared in his eyes.

He is the head of the contemporary Lingxiao Sect.

In his eyes, if he hadn't started early, he would be too old.

One step ahead of Jiu Musheng to advance to Nascent Soul, then he would have long missed the position of head.

And these years, this younger brother who has become more and more famous has also brought him great pressure.

Gradually, this junior brother became a thorn in his side, a thorn in his flesh, every move made him restless.

But at this moment, this penetrating lake water, monstrous lotus waves emerge here.

Zuo Hongtu's first reaction was to realize that his junior had opened up his own domain.

After the monk builds the foundation, he can communicate with the spiritual energy of the heaven and the earth, and imprint the Dao mark on his body.

And this dao mark branded on the body can be transformed into a domain according to the visualization in the monk's consciousness.

The monks in this world have different thoughts and thoughts, and the fields of comprehension are also different.

Some are good at attacking and attacking, and have strong attack power.

Some good ways of concealment fall into the domain, and it will be difficult to find their true body.

There is also the way of being good at Qi and Huang, if it falls into its domain, it can make the whole body recover as soon as possible.

This is the difference in the field of monks, and this field can only be broken by the monk's intention.

His junior brother's domain is called the Lotus Domain, also known as the Lotus Prison, and has been famous for a long time in this world of cultivating immortals.

Those who step into the lotus domain will be deeply trapped in the lotus lake, and it is difficult to break free.

And after the enemy entered the lotus lake, his torso also changed from big to small, like a tiny dragonfly in the lotus field.

And the horror of this lotus field does not lie in the technique of changing from big to small, but in the lake with blue waves rising to the sky.

Whenever the lotus is in full bloom, it will confuse the monks in the lotus field into an illusion and cannot extricate themselves.

And if the Qinghe is crushed directly, the monk will be backlashed by its spiritual power.

And the more the lotuses are in full bloom, the more difficult it will be for monks to get out of the illusion.

In the end, the soul can only be wiped out in the lotus field, and the body will die and the dao will disappear.

This has always been Jiu Musheng's housekeeping skill when dealing with foreign enemies.

But it never occurred to people that such a skill would one day be used on a group of orthodox monks like them.

The next moment, an awe-inspiring and heavy sword intent of hundreds of feet emerged from the air, and then fell into the lotus lake.

But such a blow only caused the water in the lotus field to sway.

This lotus lake is still extremely stable, and there have not been many disturbances.

Even the speed of the blooming of the lotus has not slowed down.

Zuo Hongtu looked at it, and his face turned pale. Although he is also a Nascent Soul cultivator, he has also cultivated a sword intent.

But the sword intent he cultivated is generous and heavy, just like his single-earth spiritual root.

If you want to cut through the lotus field in an instant, the sword intent you need needs to be unparalleled and extremely sharp.

Only by making the green waves in the lotus field rippling and the Qinghe swaying unstoppable can the lotus field be broken.

And among the twelve Daoist Nascent Souls in their group, the one with the sharpest sword intent.

It was the smoke-colored woman in palace attire beside him who had already been severely injured, Ling Xiaozong's Wushuang fairy, Ye Wushuang.

At this moment, Ye Wushuang was covering her broken heart, and fellow Taoists were treating her.

Even though the blood soaked the long dress in the palace dress, that slender white finger was completely stained with vermilion.

But looking at the green clothes, she still couldn't help asking: "Jiu Musheng, why?"

Looking at the slim female cultivator in front of him, who still had firm features even though her heart was broken, Jiu Musheng sneered.

He opened his mouth and said: "Ye Wushuang, you don't really think that with your appearance and appearance, after you marry a wife and a mother.

There are still people who love you deeply and will never leave, even your heirs will love you.

Moreover, this person is a famous and talented Nascent Soul Daoist like me, right?
In the past, I thought you were a bit smart, but now it seems that you are really stupid. "

Ye Wushuang's face turned pale, and around the broken heart in his chest, the blood surged faster.

But the wound did not seem to heal, making her body even colder, making it difficult for her to continue speaking.

Zuo Hongtu looked indifferently at the Tsing Yi, and among the 12 people, another Elder Yao Shifeng of the Lingxiao Sect couldn't help the anger in his heart.

He opened his mouth and scolded: "Jiu Musheng, the sect treats you well, why did you do such a rebellious thing!"

Between the words of a group of people, in that flat lake, a lotus flower is quietly blooming.

Jiu Musheng raised his head, but his eyes were looking at the senior brother not far away who was obviously extremely afraid of him, and his heart was full of vigilance.

With a smile on his lips, he said: "There is really no place in the Zongmen, and you have done something that is sorry to me.

But the great Lingxiao Sect can't give me what I want. "

In the Lotus Field, the remnants of Guiyuan Naxuemen who were originally besieged stood behind Jiu Musheng.

When he opened his mouth, he shouted extremely respectfully: "Welcome to the ancestor."

After hearing this sentence, the expressions of the group of people trapped in the lotus area finally changed.

At this moment, they just realized that Jiu Musheng is the famous blood demon ancestor.

And those Nascent Soul real people who just emerged are just their cover.

The azure lotus began to bloom, and the real Nascent Soul in the lotus domain finally began to use all means to break this domain.

It's a pity that in this world, except for his lotus field.

There is also a high-level heavenly trap that he spent decades in arranging.

The twelve Daoist Nascent Souls are all besieged here, and it is difficult to break free.

(End of this chapter)