Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

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With a wry smile on his face, Di Ku took out a secret card with his own words and spells from his body, and sighed towards Mo Qiu:

"Mo Daozhu, you don't have to worry about this."

"Let's not talk about the friendship between the two of us. Even if we become the King of Lu underneath, and then resist the King of Zhao, we need to rely on the power of the Taoist master."

"What's more, the Taoist Master is still Taizheng Master, how can I be against you?"

"What the palace master said." Mo Qiu nodded, but he didn't hesitate to move, put away the secret card and entered the spell:

"Momou is just just in case. After all, the palace lord has become King Lu, and he is afraid that he will have no place to bury him when he gives the order."

"By then, Shangqing Xuanyou Dongtian is afraid that it will be inevitable. Mo Mou dare not gamble."

"Just joked, joked."

Emperor Xu shook his head again and again.

But no matter what he said, Mo Qiu had to make the opponent swear by his own destiny under the current dominant situation.

Only then can I feel at ease.

"Palace Master."

Void swayed, Uncle Bai appeared nearby, bowing his hands respectfully:

"it has started."

"good."

Di Yu's spirit was shaken, and he stretched out his hand to lead:

"Tao Master, please!"

"Palace Master please!"

The two of them were a little humbly, with the emperor in the front, and the more than ten Quanzhen Dao people who were possessed by ghosts behind them, turning into streams of light and flew forward.

Three years have passed.

Most of the people and ghosts who came have stayed in the Dragon Burying Heaven forever.

And those who went back, all had great advancement, Mo Qiu, the emperor did not mention, Uncle Bai's cultivation base was approaching the middle level of the ghost king, and Wang Hu had also slashed a head of the ninth-order dragon.

More than a dozen people from Quanzhen Dao have either become masters of the golden core or possess golden core combat power.

The background is suddenly deep.

"Om..."

Somewhere in the gorge, a sudden ripple appeared in the void, and a dark and deep passage that led to nowhere was slowly expanding.

As the passage emerged, ghosts came from all directions.

Mengshan, Chengtianhou, Yanghou, Xinjian Princess, etc...

There were also very few ghosts following them, and some counties looked at the emperor with uncertain eyes.

These are ghosts wandering in other places in the Dragon Burying Heaven, and they have already known the previous events from the mouths of other brothers and sisters.

The essence and blood of the dragons are almost all on the emperor's body.

For a time.

Murderous opportunities are looming.

Now that he hasn't gone back, so many ghosts shot together, it may not be impossible to take the opportunity to take down Di Yu and take the blood from his hand.

"Humph!"

Upon seeing this, Mo Qiu gave a soft snort and stepped forward.

He glanced around, and a fierce murderous intent swept across the four directions. When his sight passed, the ghosts were shocked for a while, and many ghosts retreated subconsciously.

Even if it is as strong as Mengshan, he couldn't help but shrink his eyes.

'how come? ’

Princess Xinjian and Yanghou looked at each other, and they could see the suspiciousness in each other's eyes.

They had already inquired about it, although Moqiu's own strength was good, but he had just entered the Nascent Soul Realm not long ago.

The reason for being able to resist the eleventh-order ghost tribe is the blessing of the ancestors and remnants of this world.

Myself,

Not too strong.

At least, compared with a dry ghost king, it is strong but also limited.

At present, I am afraid that this person is underestimated.

"Mo Daozhu." Di Yu also raised his eyebrows slightly, and his face was surprised and suspicious:

"Unexpectedly, I haven't seen it for more than a month, and the Taoist master's cultivation has made progress. I admire it."

"You're polite." Mo Qiu's expression remained unchanged:

"It's just a little bit of insight, it's nothing."

His cultivation level hasn't increased much, after all, the dozens of spirit fires in his hand have not been refined yet, but his intention to kill has progressed.

The things in the hands of the Supreme Elder gave him a deeper understanding of the discipline he was learning.

Ten directions to kill,

Has already begun to melt into oneself.

Raise your hands and feet, you can release the killing intent, together with the thoughts, you can become a killing world on its own. For the martial arts, it can be regarded as a higher level.

At this time, he doesn't need to use the Yama law body, only relying on the martial arts secrets he has learned, he is afraid that he will be able to fight against the middle-level ghost king.

This kind of comprehension naturally came to mind.

As for how to do it, there is no need to explain to the emperor and other ghosts.

"coming!"

There are ghosts who drink low.

At the same time, the channel in the field was formed, and a vast spirit came out from inside, sweeping across the square, wrapping up all the ghosts in the field.

"The passage opened only a quarter of an hour."

"You will come back soon!"

The old hoarse voice came through the air, and when he heard the sound, Di Yu's complexion changed slightly, his eyes seemed to be happy, and he waved his hand to signal the ghosts to follow.

"Huh!"

"Swish!"

One after another, ghosts sank into the passage, and disappeared in no time.

Mo Qiu followed Di Yu closely, his eyebrows moved slightly when he sank into the passage, his skin split open, and Da Luofa's eyes peeped out quietly.

In perception, the dark and deep passages looked colorful and beautiful in the eyes of Da Luofa.

The passage twists and turns, and the streamer is pulled forward by a certain force until it plunges into a drop of water droplets one after another.

‘Water droplets? ’

Mo Qiu was stunned, and he hadn't recovered yet, a flower in front of him, the cold and dead, gloomy and desolate underworld, already had perception.

A bunch of ghosts appeared on the square. Just as he was shaking himself, a ghost wearing a white robe with vicissitudes of life floated into the air:

"Everyone."

"For the time being, I will practice here for three sunny days, and talk about other things in three days."

"Of course!"

The old man glanced at the ghosts and said calmly:

"If you think you have no hope of the position of King Lu, you can leave first, and you can directly participate in the ceremony of succession to King Lu in the future."

"Humph!"

Meng Shan snorted coldly, shook his sleeves abruptly, and strode out of the field.

The expressions of the other counties changed several times, and finally glanced at Di Yu, then sighed silently, turned their heads and followed away.

After a while.

Except for Emperor Yu and his party, only a few resident ghosts left nearby, and the other ghosts all left one by one.

"Unexpectedly."

The old ghost in white looked down, with joy and surprise in his eyes:

"It turned out that Qifeigong took the top spot, and you can see clearly that although your brothers are unwilling, they don't have many complaints about it."

Needless to say, who will win or lose in this trip will be clear at a glance.

"Ashamed." Di Yu arched his hand towards the other party:

"The younger generation is just a fluke, to get help from the nobles, but why is Liu Bo this time? Isn't it going to the Lu Palace directly?"

"Ok."

The old ghost in white shrank his eyes, his face solemn:

"You follow me."

"Yes." Di Xu should be, and as he moved forward, he looked at Uncle Bai and Mo Qiu:

"Uncle Bai, Mo Daozhu, might as well come over together."

As a confidant who has been with him for many years, he believed in Uncle Bai, and when he called Mo Qiu, he was expressing his kindness.

"good."

Moqiu nodded, turned around and exhorted Wang Hu a few words.

One person and three ghosts left the square and flee to the hall in the middle of the city.

"Mo Daozhu, this is my third uncle. He has followed around since his father was still a princess. His strength is unfathomable. To me..."

Emperor Xu whispered:

"It's also quite caring."

Mo Qiu nodded slowly.

He also knew something about King Lu's family affairs. After all, he had to know himself and his opponent.

Lang Zhenghou Yanping, with maternal instinct, infinite ghost, middle-level ghost king, although it is rumored that he has a realm in the sky, he is not good at killing and killing.

But in Mo Qiu's view, the rumors were untrue.

The breath of this ghost is condensed, without a trace of leakage, the strength between the hands and feet is exactly the same, far from the ordinary ghost king.

Hidden deep?

It is no wonder that he has been following King Lu for so many years and has always been safe and sound.

Sitting cross-legged on the side of the hall, Lang Zhenghou stretched out his hand to signal:

"Palace Master, sit down."

"San Bo..." Di Ku was taken aback for a moment:

"This is not appropriate, right?"

One of the two ghosts is an elder and the other is a junior. They should be respected and orderly, but now the other party has given up the top position.

The tone is more respectful.

"The lord of the palace doesn't need to mind." Lang Zhenghou waved:

"You have already won the top spot among all the brothers and sisters, and you will be the next King Lu, and Yanping will be a subordinate from now on. How dare you surpass it."

"sit down!"

He sighed and said:

"However, things may change."

"misfortune?"

Di Ku's complexion condensed, and he didn't care about being humbly again, sitting down and saying:

"What's the meaning of San Bo's words?"

"This…"

Lang Zhenghou hesitated, but stopped talking.

"San Bo." Di Xu's expression was solemn, and he opened his hand and said:

"When the emperor was young, he had a lot of affection, and when the Seven Fei Palace was first established, it was thanks to his third uncle's care and management."

"If I inherited the throne of King Lu, I would definitely not dare to forget the stern teachings of the uncle."

"If you violate this, the heaven will die!"

As he said, he stretched out his hand with a stern expression on his face.

"Ugh!"

Lang Zhenghou hurriedly waved his hand:

"Why did the palace master say this? How can I know your character? I can believe it. What I said has nothing to do with this."

As he said, his gaze flicked past Di Yu, and looked at Uncle Bai and Moqiu, especially Moqiu.

"These two, are you credible?"

Uncle Bai, the imperial servant, knew him.

But don't ask...

Because he concealed his breath and appearance, he failed to recognize the Taoist Master of Quanzhen Dao.

"San Bo, don't worry."

When the emperor heard this, he smiled and said:

"These two can trust their lives without reservation. If you have something to say, they are absolutely worthy of trust."

"That's good."

Lang Zhenghou nodded, converged a little, and then slowly spoke:

"The palace lord does not know that during the time you enter the Dragon Burial Heaven, the Lu Kingdom realm master is temporarily vacant, and Zhao Wang took the opportunity to invade."

"Originally thought that three years were not long, and a little resistance would pass."

"Who ever thought..."

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"The King Zhao entered the army with great speed and repeatedly killed the King of Ghosts. King Lu was helpless and had to force the sick body to fight the King Zhao against the White Wood Ghost."

"result."

"Lord, it's gone!"

"what?"

"what!"

When these words fell, not only the emperor's color changed, but even Uncle Bai couldn't help but scream.

"how is this possible?"

Emperor Ku suddenly stood up:

"I can perceive that the father's breath is still there."

As the existence that controls the life and death of all bloodlines, if King Lu is dead, his descendants' bloodlines can be felt.

But now, there is no such feeling of being empty.

But…

There is no need for Lang Zhenghou to lie to himself.

"Palace lord, don't panic." Lang Zhenghou waved his hand and said:

"There are very few ghosts that are known about this matter, and the royal mansion is also secretive, otherwise it will cause great chaos, and Zhao Wang will also take the opportunity to attack."

"As for you can't feel it, it's a secret technique."

"It's okay." Mo Qiu said from the side:

"Even if King Lu is dead, as long as Qifei Palace succeeds to the throne of King Lu, he can stabilize the hearts of the ghosts of the king realm and fight the ghost king together."

"after all."

"Prior to this, King Lu had already set the test of burying the dragon in the sky. This time the Seven Fei Palaces have won, and they should be succeeded. Other ghosts should have no objection."

"That's what I said." Lang Zhenghou glanced at Moqiu with some doubts. He didn't seem to expect that he would actually interrupt the matter.

Then said:

"However, when the prince died, only Princess Yun stayed with him."

"And according to the news I heard, at the moment of his last dying, the prince wrote a handwritten letter to pass on the throne to the son of Princess Yun, Chengtianhou."

"what!"

Di Ku suddenly changed his color.

Mo Qiu, his expression also sank.