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Chapter 195: After 38 Years of Practice

After You Suowei entered the cave, he knelt down in front of Zhao Wuji without hesitation, and babbled about what Emperor Youming had told him.

Zhao Wuji's expression gradually became strange.

This baby is reminding him?

Tell him about mortal dangers?
This is too...

Considerate!
Even though he was trembling with fear, he still didn't forget to remind him of this master.

What a warm man.

Such a good boy should be rewarded.

Ok.

Let's reward the people who go down the mountain to clean up the world.

There are not many opportunities to manifest in front of people like this.

I think he also had fantasies about middle school when he was young in his previous life.

This kid is only 50 years old this year, so he is still young.

I must like it.

"Well, for the teacher to know."

After Zhao Wuji succeeded in self-defeating, he started to be a CPU disciple, and he opened his mouth and said: "My dear disciple, I understand your thoughts. Your senior brother and sister who have never met before have never cared about me so much. It seems that you three masters Among the brothers, you are still the most caring."

You Suowei was agitated, and hurriedly said: "Master has been praised too much, this is what disciples should do... By the way, since the world is dangerous, can Master consider leaving the world? The fairy world is also dangerous, so why not go to the underworld with your disciples. "

"where to?"

"In the underworld, this disciple has a predestined relationship with the Emperor Nether, and is protected by the Emperor, so it is safe there."

"Don't go."

The corners of Zhao Wuji's mouth twitched.

He refused without hesitation.

This kid is too thoughtful.

He had just laid the groundwork for his words, and he actually proposed to let him go to the underworld?
The worlds of immortality and mortals are dangerous, but the underworld where the witch clan is about to move is equally dangerous, or even worse.

The Emperor of the Netherworld is a powerful person who has attained the Daluo Dao Fruit. He is very powerful, but if compared with the remaining powerful people of the Witch Clan, he may not be worthy of it.

In contrast, only some demonic cultivators may be safer in the human world.

You Suowei was stunned.

He didn't understand why Master didn't go to this wonderful place.

Immediately he thought of a possibility...

When Dijun talked about Shizun, his tone was very admirable, and Shizun was obviously a much stronger existence than Dijun.

So Master refused to enter the underworld, it must be because he felt that the dangers in the human world were not something to worry about.

Thinking of this, You Suowei was immediately excited.

It's because he's too small!
With Master here, why would he go to the underworld? !

He has begun to look forward to the situation where the master will appear in front of others and kill all the demon cultivators in the world with one sword.

"What happened? You became a disciple at the age of 12. Now, 38 years have passed and you have become an Earth Immortal. In ancient times, was there a 50-year-old Earth Immortal? It seems that you are a genius."

Zhao Wuji suddenly smiled and said: "However, the road to practice is long, and it is not good to be in seclusion all the time. In my opinion, now is a good time. You might as well go out and practice."

When You Suowei heard this, he almost shed tears.

What the hell?

I advise you to follow me to the underworld for refuge, but you advise me to go out and experience it?

Or is it when the magic cultivators are raging?
You Suowei really wanted to grab Shizun by his collar and ask Shizun what he was thinking.

Although he sensed it when he returned to the human world, he found no trace of the existence of demonic cultivators beyond his level.

But he still felt that he should be more cautious.

Otherwise, if there is a hidden power of demon cultivation in the world, he will be in danger.

Moreover, he is now permanently stationed in the underworld, so what does human affairs have to do with him.

But then I thought about it, a powerful person like Master must have deep meaning in what he does. Could it be that Master had another purpose in letting him go out to practice?

Thinking of this, the expression on You Suowei's face became far-fetched.

Because even so, he didn't want to put himself in danger.

"Master, I don't think it's necessary. I can increase my cultivation level without going out to practice."

"Why? You have been practicing hard for 38 years. Don't you want to do something big?"

"I……"

"A real man has things to do and things not to do. Nowadays, demonic cultivators are in trouble in the world. If you go down the mountain to practice, wipe out the demonic cultivators in the world with one sword, and restore peace and tranquility to the world, you will be the new savior of the world. From now on, you will enjoy the incense of all living beings, wherever you go. Be worshiped.”

"Forget it, I don't practice for fame, I just want to practice hard like you, and strive to cultivate the Dao as soon as possible."

You Suowei was determined and unmoved no matter what Zhao Wuji said.

A trace of complexity flashed across Zhao Wou-ki's eyes.

Failed to seduce...

I really didn't expect this.

Frankly speaking, at this time, he felt relieved that he was just like me.

But it was really the wrong time, which made him unhappy, otherwise he would definitely praise You Suowei's philosophy.

But now...

In order to avoid trouble, he had to sacrifice his apprentice.

Looking at it carefully, only this apprentice can take on this important task at present, and he cannot let it go.

Zao Wou-ki continued to try to persuade You Suowei.

……

Two days later.

The billowing demonic cloud completely enveloped the world.

Fighting among monks can be seen everywhere in the four major regions and Zhongzhou.

The vast land is filled with the corpses of good and evil, demonic cultivators, and monster beasts... Under the influence of the blood evil formation, blood and demonic energy converge into mist, filling the world.

The whole world is plunged into darkness and despair.

A young man with scars all over his body and blood on his face fell from the void.

The robe on his body was in pieces, and the sword in his hand had been cut off at some point, leaving only half of it.

The purple gold crown on his head was almost knocked off, and there was only one purple electric boot left on his feet.

His figure looked so miserable, but still exuded an aura of extreme terror.

It is Tang Sanjue, the descendant of the Immortal King who is the enemy of Moxiu everywhere in the world!
He looked up with difficulty, and countless figures exuding monstrous devilish energy were encircling and suppressing him in all directions.

"Is it over here..."

Tang Sanjue took a deep breath.

Enduring the severe pain, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

A look of determination flashed in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, after sleeping for countless years, he finally waited for the golden world to be awakened in the source of God.

result……

His road to invincibility is coming to an end before it even begins.

Tang Sanjue originally thought that these demon cultivators were his touchstones.

After all, many geniuses are born at the right moment, and every time a genius is born, there must be a corresponding disaster waiting to be resolved.

However, as the number of fights increased, and as the demonic cultivators that appeared became stronger and stronger, and even strong men at the level of true immortals began to appear, the alliance between good and evil gradually collapsed, and he was beaten back steadily. Only then did he realize that it seemed not like this.

But even after realizing this, Tang Sanjue did not give up on being an enemy of the demonic cultivators ravaging the human world. After all, he was the son of the Immortal King. Since he had awakened in this life, he had to do something great.

And he lived up to the prestige of his parents. In this era of demon cultivators, with his Mahayana cultivation base, he has repelled real demons at the level of real immortals countless times, and even fought against real demons several times with one enemy.

Until now...

Dozens of true demons at the level of true immortals led countless demon cultivators to surround him. Finally, he could no longer hold on and faced the threat of death.

"Jie, Jie, Jie, boy, you can't run away!"

"Just surrender and capture me, we can give you a good time!"

"You killed so many of us, how do you think we should punish you?"

"What are you talking about with him? Just throw it into the blood sacrifice formation and sacrifice it to the great demon lord! With such a high-quality sacrifice, you must be happy!"

"Hmph, that would be too cheap for him! Why don't we catch him, breed him, give birth to a little demon cultivator, give birth to enough men for our loss, torture him severely, and finally tear him into pieces and sacrifice him to the adults!"

"What a great idea!"

……

The demon cultivators laughed ferociously, as if they had seen Tang Sanjue's miserable torture.

Listening to the demon cultivators talking about him without hesitation, Tang Sanjue's eyes calmed down.

These guys...

Who do you think he is?
He is the son of the Immortal King!

How can the son of the fairy king be trampled on? !
Still want to catch him to give birth to Xiao Moxiu?
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Even if he died, he would never let himself fall to that point!
Tang Sanjue has already decided.

If something really can't be done, then he will blow himself up.

Even if it is life in exchange for injuries, these magicians must pay the price.

And Tang San absolutely believed in his own strength, even though he was not the opponent of more than a dozen real demons and countless demon cultivators.

But if he self-destructs, he still has the confidence to take away several real demons.

A faint mockery emerged from the corner of Tang Sanjue's mouth.

At this time, the dozen real demons moved at the same time.

Rumbling--

Incomparably tyrannical demonic energy soared into the sky.

Suddenly the sky and the earth shook, the sun and the moon lost light, the wind and clouds rolled back, and the earth cracked, as if the end of the world was coming.

Tang Sanjue's expression changed slightly.

I didn't expect the demon cultivator's attack to be so swift and violent.

It looked like he was ready to blow himself up.

Tang Sanjue's eyes narrowed, and the magic power in his body was running wildly.

At this critical moment, a voice suddenly came into his ears: "Are you going to blow yourself up just to deal with a few demon cultivators? Your life will be gone if you die. Fellow Taoist, you are confused!"

Tang Sanjue was stunned, followed the sound to look.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

At the end of the field of vision, a young man with elegant temperament and charming appearance was slowly walking through the void.

The boy looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, no more than fifteen or sixteen at most, and he looked a bit childish.

But a pair of pupils are already as dazzling as cold stars, and there is a faint sense of immortality between the brows, seemingly ordinary, but there is great majesty in every move.

Tang Sanjue's breathing suddenly stagnated.

He didn't expect that at his most dangerous moment, such a young man would appear on the scene.

Immediately...

Shame and anger took over his heart.

Tang Sanjue thought it was He Fang who came to support him.

Unexpectedly, what came was a little doll who looked younger than him.

He admitted that the boy looked a little extraordinary.

But there are many extraordinary people in the world of immortality.

In Tang Sanjue's long years, he also met many people who were more outstanding than the boy's appearance and temperament.

So he knew deeply that appearance and temperament never meant strength.

In front of these demonic cultivators, the so-called appearance and temperament are not worth mentioning at all, and may even lead to disaster.

Like a boy...

If it falls into the hands of demon cultivators, it will definitely suffer unimaginable abuse, and it will end in a sad end.

"Who are you? You are so arrogant at a young age. What do you think this place is?"

"It's just a few demon cultivators, demons you can't kill, I'll kill them!"

"Oh, naive!"

Tang Sanjue snorted coldly, sneering in his heart.

Just a male imp.

Do you dare to talk nonsense?

At this moment, he even had the urge to let this kid understand that the world is dangerous.

But in the current situation, I'm afraid it's not his turn to do it.

With the demon cultivators around them, they will not be let go.

"Hehe, here comes another little brat who wants to die."

"He looks good. I thought it would be a pity to sacrifice Tang Sanjue to Lord Demon Lord, but now it's okay to have this little devil."

"Well, it seems that there will be no lack of fun in the future."

"I can't wait to see him kneel down and beg for mercy. Such a symbolic face would be beautiful if broken."

The demon cultivators spoke with endless greed and desire.

Tang Sanjue's face became increasingly ugly.

But at this moment, the demon cultivators and Tang Sanjue should have been panicked, but there was no similar emotion on the panicked young man's face.

Instead, he smiled, very brightly.

"It seems that I have been underestimated..."

The young man murmured, his tone full of amusement.

His smile made Tang Sanjue feel at ease inexplicably.

Tang San absolutely couldn't understand.

But soon he was relieved and understood where the peace of mind came from.

The young man smiled slightly, his seductive red lips parted up and down:
"Then let you guys get to know each other..."

"The Dharma of the Netherworld."

As the young man's voice fell, boundless Yin Qi emanated from his body, and an extremely terrifying force soared into the sky instantly.

In an instant, a huge black shadow appeared behind the young man.

Its body is as black as ink, as if it was born here from eternity ago, exuding trembling fluctuations.

The demonic energy and blood energy that filled the sky and earth were instantly washed away, replaced by rolling clouds and yin energy rising into the sky, as if there were thousands of yin gods roaring and endless evil spirits roaring.

Tang Sanjue was completely stunned.

???

what is this? ?

How could this little devil have such power?

And this is Yin Qi, right?
Is it the Netherworld Dharma Appearance?

Could it be that he is related to the underworld?

Will the underworld also end in this life?

The expressions of the demon cultivators also became horrified.

How could their prey suddenly show such power?

True fairy?

No, not just true immortals!

If they were only true immortals, they wouldn't be able to feel the pressure they are facing right now with just one Dharma appearance.

There is no doubt that this kid's own realm is that of an Earth Immortal, and his power when using the Dharma has surpassed his original realm.

They are about to face the attack of an extraordinary earth fairy.

The magic cultivators want to spit out fragrance.

It shouldn't be like this.

How could things develop like this?

But they have no time to think.

Because in the next instant.

The statue behind the young man slapped a palm in the air.

boom -

At the moment of this palm strike.

A sense of desolation arose in the young man.

An invisible ripple spread across the void.

Dozens of demon cultivators at the level of true demons only lasted for a moment before they were destroyed physically and mentally.

The rest of the magic cultivators were directly annihilated.

"Is this the magic cultivator who is causing trouble in the world? Really weak."

The young man curled his lips, his face full of disgust.

He hasn't used all his strength yet, he just experimented a little with the power of the combination of Netherworld Dharma and Annihilation Dharma.

I remember when I asked Emperor Netherworld for advice, I was disillusioned by the Emperor's look.

Tang Sanjue's expression became even more horrified when he heard the young man's words.

Also extremely embarrassing.

He remembered what he had said to the boy not long ago.

What a slap in the face.

At this moment, the young man seemed to remember something, looked at Tang Sanjue again, and asked condescendingly: "By the way, fellow Taoist, what's your name? Do you recognize me?"

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