Chapter 651 Chaos
Judge Qianmian complained immediately when he saw Lu Ye.
"You, the elder who spreads the power, are finally ready to leave?"
This was Lu Ye's first time to come to this world to retreat, and he closed himself in the cave for five years.
It was rare for the demon clan outside to calm down. The red tiger demon saint, the tigress, was either busy making a little old lady or hooking up with a new mistress, so she didn't send any more subordinates into Mujun Forest.
Lu Ye saw that the two groups of Dragon Seizing Alliance and Lingyun Sect were gradually merging together. He, the elder who passed down the skills of Lingyun Sect, also passed on all the skills and inheritance of Lingyun Sect to Jia Sanjiu, Long Shiba and others. All affairs in the village were on the right track, taking some time off from the busy work. , quickly go to retreat to practice.
It's just that once people enter samadhi, they don't know the time and years outside. This time, the retreat time was accidentally longer.
"Brother Qianmian..." Lu Ye hurriedly expressed his humility, "I didn't mean to do it. In fact, I have the true meaning of cultivation, and the sea of consciousness has no time. I entered the wonderful realm of Tao and forgot about time."
"However, I have gained a lot from this retreat. I have reached the intermediate level of becoming a god..."
The Thousand-faced Judge looked at Lu Ye with envy.
This kid, who has been in the Middle Ages for only fifty years, has already broken through to the intermediate level of god transformation. It's a pity that he has been polishing for a hundred years and is still wandering around the first level of god transformation.
He sighed.
"Brother Qianmian... I haven't heard this title for a long time."
"Thanks to you, everyone now calls me Shang Sect Leader Shang Alliance Leader."
"I have almost forgotten my nickname of Thousand-Faced Judge after being called it for decades."
"From now on, in the Middle Ages, there will no longer be the Thousand-Faced Judge, only the Head Shang."
Lu Ye clapped his hands and laughed.
"Brother Qianmian, don't worry, as long as I am remembered by you, you will still be you..."
"By the way, how are you practicing the Bodhisattva of Disaster Sutra that I taught you? Have you accumulated merit?"
The Thousand-faced Judge's face was twisted, and the six eyes on his forehead looked everywhere.
"Damn it..." he swore, "I didn't expect that my killings, setting fires, and robberies would actually produce meritorious deeds in the Middle Ages."
The Thousand-Faced Judge is not a good person. He is a famous fifth calamity cultivator in the East China Sea in later generations, and has committed countless murders.
But in the Middle Ages, the thieves did not change and continued their old business of robbing and plundering.
In the Middle Ages, the demon clan was the most respected, and almost all the resources for cultivating immortals were in the hands of the demon clan. The only objects he could rob and kill were the demon clan.
During this period, either actively or passively, in order to make it easier for him to become a god, and also to have more manpower to facilitate plunder, he established the Dragon Seizing Alliance, indirectly protecting a line of human race and immortal cultivation inheritance.
The Thousand-faced Judge admitted shyly.
He has already begun to learn the Bodhisattva of Disaster Sutra, but he has not gained much merit.
He was used to practicing robbery and banditry, but he suddenly turned to the method of practicing merit and virtue, and he really became famous in it.
This great calamity cultivator is really uncomfortable and feels ashamed.
As soon as Lu Ye rolled his eyes, he knew why he was squirming, and he persuaded him neatly.
“It’s easy to get started...”
"To obtain merit, only ask about the effect and not the cause."
"Brother Qianmian, you protect the human race and save the inheritance, why can't you gain merit?"
"The territory of the 100,000 Mountain Human Race only had a population of 1,000 people at the beginning, but later developed into a territory of 10,000 people and 100,000 people."
"How do you know that our small village of Mujunlin will not develop and grow so big in the future?"
"With these merits, the two of us may have a chance of breaking through to the integration stage, not to mention completing cultivation."
"Brother Qianmian, we are the only two people in this world who can trust each other. The road to immortality is long, and the inheritance of the human race is far away."
"This trip is difficult and dangerous, you and I must support each other and go on together..."
Lu Ye said it sincerely.
But he couldn't help but glance at the Thousand-faced Judge's head.
There is no sundial mark on the head of the Thousand-faced Judge, it is exactly the same as the Shangtian Staircase back then.
I wonder if the two of them were already weakened by the power of the rules due to the move on the edge of the Sundial Lingbao.
Or because neither of them had practiced time-space techniques, after this mark sent them back to the gap between time and space, they exhausted the power of the rules and disappeared.
At present, Lu Ye only sees the sundial mark above his head, which is still bright.
In the past few years of practice, he has felt that the tide of time and space is gradually rising, and there is no guarantee that a big tide will arrive one day.
By then, it is still unknown whether Luye can still stay in the medieval period.
It's just that you can't say this to Judge Thousand Faces. Maybe Lu Ye guessed wrong. The last time he rode the waves in ancient times was just an accident?
Now that I have spoken to Judge Thousand Faces, wouldn’t it be discouraging?
He can only inject blood into Judge Thousand Faces, and treat it as a white lie...
No, it's not a lie either.
Thousand-faced Judge was in his fifth calamity cultivation back then, and his cultivation qualifications were far better than those of Shang Tian Ladder. As long as he had merit, he was really expected to achieve the state of refining the void or even the body.
The Thousand-faced Judge shook his head when he heard this and sighed.
"I don't dare to think about combining one body. If I can practice the practice of refining the void, my life span will be three thousand years."
"Then I can rob a few more demon saint treasuries, and my life will not be in vain."
have to.
This guy still has his evil intentions.
Lu Ye patted Judge Qianmian on the shoulder without changing his expression.
"Brother Qianmian, you are ambitious."
"But what's there to steal from the treasuries of a few mere demon refining demon saints?"
"When the time comes, you and I will join forces, shall we steal the treasury of the Mahayana Holy Demon Clan?"
The Thousand-faced Judge was stunned when he heard this, then laughed and said hello.
The Demon Clan currently does not have a Tribulation Master - the previous decisive battle between the Demon Clan and the Demon Clan was brutal, and both sides lost a large number of top masters and inferior masters.
Many geniuses from both tribes who were expected to cultivate to the level of Dao Lord who could transcend the tribulation have fallen one after another.
Therefore, even though the demon clan is victorious, the Mahayana Supreme Saint is the ceiling. Lu Ye and Qian-faced Judge want to steal the Mahayana Supreme Saint's treasury, which shows how ambitious their ambitions are, how grand their goals are, and how they overestimate their own capabilities, which makes Thousand-faced Judge laugh. .
"This fellow Lu Miyan is indeed more daring than me in thinking and doing..." Judge Thousand Faces muttered in his heart.
I just wanted to touch the private treasury of Saint Lianxu, but he actually dared to plan to steal the home of the Mahayana Saint.
I don't even dare to think about this idea. I am not as good as him - if this guy really decides to commit robberies, we thirty-six thieves combined may not be able to compare with him.
Forget it, just follow him from now on. Maybe one day, you can really become one and steal the lair of the Mahayana Holy Saint?
Only then did the Thousand-faced Judge become convinced.
The two changed the topic and talked about things in the territory, then descended from the sky side by side.
The two groups of people from Duolong League and Jiazi Village merged into one fifty years ago and lived in mixed villages. For fifty years, everyone drank from the same water and lived in the same soil. They learned the Taoism of Lingyun Sect and married each other. , almost integrated into one.
Judge Thousand Faces said that there are currently about 5,000 people in Dingkou of the village. In the past fifty years, because there has been no harassment from outside monsters,
In the Mujun Forest, the old Mubaijun is a calm cultivator. He has several disciples, each guarding a forest. They are all wood demons. They have the same temperament as him and can live in a home, and they are not like animals raised by the demon clan. A bunch of demon clan men.
There are no demon clan worries inside or outside, and the number of people in Xinjiazi Village will naturally increase.
This is because no one dares to let go of procreation. In this era, due to the abundance of spiritual energy, even ordinary people who are not skilled in martial arts can live to be a hundred and twenty years old if there is no accident.
Everyone has not forgotten how they were chased fifty years ago and how they fled in a hurry. How will they escape when they have many children?
In addition to natural reproduction, there are also hundreds of refugees who entered from the outside world.
Thanks to Mu Junlin's protection of the refugees and the throwing of the three-transformation cat demon out of the forest decades ago, this matter somehow spread in the Holy Territory of the Red Tiger Demon. As a result, some refugees who really couldn't survive began to flee to Mujun Forest. It is estimated that several times of these refugees died on the road.
Every time two or three lucky people escape into the woods, they are considered to have good luck, and the Four Corner Woods should not see this.
Although he didn't understand why the master wanted to treat these human beings well, in his eyes, the human beings were as weak as ants.
There were two or three ants scurrying into the forest, so naturally there was no need for him to take action.
In this way, over the past fifty years, hundreds of refugees have come over.
The refugees cried to the villagers about the brutal rule of the demon clan's subordinates. They had no food and clothing, no warmth, and no time to work day and night. There was no guarantee that they would be spotted by the demon clan master at any time and become two-legged sheep.
Before going to work every day, I don't know if I will come back alive.
This life is so painful.
The villagers in Jiazi Village were filled with indignation after hearing this, and they could only hurry up and practice.
Thanks to the existence of these refugees, the villagers are reminded that the peaceful environment they enjoy now is like a tower of flowers and sand in the moonlight and mist in the water. It may no longer exist when a big wave hits them.
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Therefore, all the villagers practice diligently. Even the original villagers of Jiazi Village, who were a little lazy at first, started to study and practice diligently in this atmosphere.
"Brother Lu, in addition to the five hundred monks in Jiazi Village now..." Judge Qianmian said, "then get rid of the old, weak, sick and disabled who are not suitable."
"There are still more than two thousand young men and women who do not have spiritual roots. According to your previous instructions, they are also taking the next-level bone-changing pill day and night."
"The elixir you brought here is almost used up, and pseudo-spiritual roots have also appeared among these two thousand people."
"The best is no better than Grade C, and most of them are just below Grade B."
"Is it worth spending so many precious elixirs on just two thousand low-level monks? They may not even be able to build the foundation?"
Judge Thousand Faces asked in confusion.
Lu Ye nodded heavily and said, "Of course it's worth it."
He explained that in ancient times, he spent a lot of effort to develop the Bone Replacement Pill. At first, due to insufficient materials, it was mainly used by Lingyun Sect monks to push their spiritual roots to two levels.
Mortals who have cultivated themselves as martial saints can also enjoy it and obtain pseudo-spiritual roots, but pseudo-spiritual roots are still considered spiritual roots.
In this way, the more people with true and false spiritual roots in the territory, the higher the proportion of offspring with spiritual roots will be.
This is a major event that is beneficial to the human race.
Later, he robbed dozens of the treasure troves of the God-Transforming Demon Emperor and gained a lot of money. He refined the bone-changing pills one after another, and a small part remained on his body. Now, it is more than enough to support a village of thousands of people.
"They just can't achieve anything in their cultivation. Wouldn't it be a good thing as long as they give birth to more descendants with spiritual roots?"
The Thousand-faced Judge shook his head and muttered that it was too extravagant.
"But the pills you brought are indeed of the best quality."
"Today, there are more than 20 Yuanying people and nearly 200 Jindan people in Jiazi Village."
"It can be considered as our little achievement in fifty years..."
“I really don’t know how long we can live in peace like this.”
While the two were talking, they had fallen from the sky, stepped on the ground, and walked side by side.
This forest is full of human monks, and many of them are busy practicing various immortal arts in the woods. When they saw the two of them, they hurriedly saluted and called them Elder Shangmenlu.
Judge Qianmian and Lu Ye responded with smiles and occasionally gave some pointers.
At this time, a ray of light flew from the sky, and three figures appeared on the ground.
The first is the young sword cultivator, none other than Long Shiba, the only remaining Nascent Soul in the Dragon Seizing Alliance. Now, after fifty years of accumulation, his cultivation has reached the lower level of the Nascent Soul.
He is also the strongest among all the Nascent Souls, and is expected to break through to the God Transformation level in the future.
There is also an old man with a red face, a hunchback and gray hair. He is the thirty-nine descendant of Jia Yi. He looks much younger than fifty years ago. This is the result of taking the elixir given by Lu Ye.
The two of them are the right-hand men of the Thousand-Faced Judge.
Long Shiba is responsible for supervising all disciples' practice matters, while Jia Thirty-Nine is responsible for managing all chores in the village. He is the village chief, so he is most suitable to handle these affairs.
One of the two people was wearing a green robe, with a long, four-cornered head and a paralyzed face. There was a faint green energy lingering on his face. He was Mu Baijun's disciple who turned into a sacred tree, the Demon Wood Forest.
When the Thousand-faced Judge saw Mu Lin, his ugly face forced a stiff smile.
"Brother Mu Dao, long time no see, we are so rare..."
The corners of Mulin's mouth curved, and his smile was stiffer than him.
“I’ve met Master Shang.”
However, his eyes glanced at Lu Ye, his eyes lit up, his mouth bloomed, and this time he smiled much more sincerely.
"Elder Lu, you are finally out of seclusion."
"Thank you for the Mucui Pill last time. It was of great use to me."
Lu Ye laughed, and with a casual move, more than a dozen jade bottles flew out of the gourd.
"Brother Mu Dao, you're welcome. Since it's useful, I still have it here."
"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, I can't break your elixir."
It was easy to deal with a "simple" monster like Mulin. Lu Ye directly sent Lingbao and pills, knocking Mulin down.
He has a lot of money in his pocket, so naturally he doesn't care about these three melons and two dates.
If you want to impress Lord Mubai, these things are not enough, but if you want to deal with Mu Lin, who is also a great demon in transformation, they are treasures.
Lu Ye had long forgotten which demon emperor's treasury he had robbed back then. He got a bunch of wood essence pills suitable for the cultivation of wood demons, and combined with a measuring ruler refined from three thousand years of dragon soul wood. With these two things, Mulin's waist was lifted. I can't stand straight anymore.
Mulin was overjoyed and accepted the elixir, his body slightly bent, and the smile on his face became even wider.
The three of them chatted for a while, and then the expression on Mu Lin's face turned serious.
"Two Taoist brothers, I am here this time because I have information that I need to inform."
"It's not peaceful outside recently...I'm afraid it will affect our Mu Junlin."
There are few monsters in Mujun Forest, but it's not that there are no monsters. In addition to the wood monsters, there are also some little beast monsters who run errands and collect information.
In recent decades, what has the demon clan been most concerned about?
That is, there are rumors that many demons have sneaked into this world and made trouble, and it is even suspected that the demon ancestor Mo Baiyi is among them.
Suspected to be Mo Baiyi's sneak attack, the demon clan has lost dozens of fusion geniuses over the past few decades.
These talented heroes are all people who are expected to break through to Mahayana or even overcome tribulations in the future.
In other words, Mo Baiyi was digging for the roots of the demon clan. He took action alone, using his peak Mahayana cultivation level to downgrade the attack, so he would naturally kill them all accurately.
The demon clan was furious, and several Mahayana monks came out, vowing to surround and kill Demon Baiyi.
It's a pity that Mo Baiyi has a magic skill called Hundred Tribes Returning to One Hunyuan to devour demons. He is used to disguising his magic aura and even changing his appearance. He has been encircling and suppressing him many times to no avail.
But there was good news on this day.
Mo Baiyi sneaked into the Baisui Mountain, the former holy land of the demon clan, but was ambushed by the demon clan in advance, and four Mahayana demon clan came out.
This battle was earth-shattering, and the Hundred Years Old Mountain was destroyed.
Mo Baiyi bravely fought and killed Ancestor Kun and broke out of the siege, but was seriously injured.
Ancestor Kun’s Taoist companion, Ancestor Jin Peng, lost his lover and followed him all the way...
(End of chapter)