Chapter 132 (1/2)

When he comes to Fusang tree, Han Jue notices that Murong Qi has come back. He meditates under the tree and thinks hard.

The black prison chicken is dozing in the tree, while Yang Tiandong is practicing. Xun Chang'an is sitting on the edge of the cliff, looking at the horizon. He doesn't know what he is thinking, and his back is sad.

Han Jue looked up and saw that there were still three suns in the sky.

The two little golden crowns couldn't get in, but they refused to leave. They were so persistent.

Murongqi saw Han Jue coming, and quickly got up to salute.

Han Jue nodded slightly.

Murong got up and asked nervously, "Shizu, can I ask for your advice?"

"What can I ask you?"

"There are thousands of ways in the world. Which one is the strongest? Kendo? "

"There is no strongest Tao, only the strongest practitioners."

"Shizu, I feel like I'm not suitable for kendo."

Murongqi looks worried. Recently, he often goes out to carry out missions. He finds that his combat effectiveness can't be as good as the legendary arrogants. He even feels that he is mediocre.

Han Jue asked quietly, "what do you think you are suitable for?"

"I don't know."

"Then go and learn. There are all kinds of magic arts in yuqingsheng sect. When you find one that suits you, come back to me and I'll give you some personal advice."

"Thank you, Shizu!"

Murong was surprised, saluted and left directly.

Han Jue looks at the Fusang tree. The Fusang tree is already very tall, and the Dixian calabash vine on the tree grows well, but he doesn't know when it will blossom and bear fruit.

After watching for a while, Han Jue went back to the congenital cave and began to practice the Ninth level of the six paths of samsara!

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A year later.

Tens of thousands of orthodox monks are still practicing in the spacious prison hall.

There is a kind of evil spirit in the hall, which constantly erodes the spiritual power of the orthodox monks. The monks can only practice, resist tenaciously, and suffer unbearably.

Xing Hongxuan and Xi Xuan are also practicing.

Most of the time, the monks didn't communicate with each other, as if they were in seclusion.

Boom——

The gate of the main hall suddenly opened, and a big figure appeared. It was the greedy devil arhat.

Luohan, the greedy devil, glanced at the monks in the hall and said slowly: "you still have half a year. If you are willing to join the devil's way, you can report the devil's way outside the hall at any time. Half a year later, the ceremony will open. Those who do not want to surrender will become the sacrifice of the real devil!"

Leaving these words behind, Rohan turned around.

"Wait! I'd like to be a sorcerer! "

A middle-aged man called out and stood up tremblingly.

The friars around threw angry eyes at him.

One of them drew his sword to kill the middle-aged man.

A magic Qi appears out of thin air, blocks his sword from flying out, and then twines around the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looks surprised.

Seeing this, other friars couldn't restrain themselves.

"I'd like to join the magic way, too!"

"Me too!"

"Please protect us!"

"I don't want to die. I'm sorry, everyone!"

"Fellow Taoists, we have tried our best. We really can't do it!"

More and more monks stood up.

The disciples of yuqingshengzong also had twinkling eyes and restlessness.

Jiuding immortal said in a deep voice: "I, the disciple of yuqingshengzong, can only die in a dignified manner, and can't yield to the devil!"

Hearing the speech, the disciples of yuqingshengzong looked at each other, and no one stood up.

Xing Hongxuan calls to Chu Wu Jie, but Han never answers. She can only sigh.

In the current situation, Han can never help them.

Even if Han Jue comes here in person, it is impossible to cross the mountains and seas and come here in a short time.

You know, it took them decades to get here.

……