A tree-lined bluestone road, in the dense aura of the quiet leading forward, along this bluestone road to the distance, in the steep mountains and green forests, faintly appear a piece of palace pavilions. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's magnificent!", the little kite couldn't help but murmur in admiration, Mo Lu and Ruoyue were also shocked and speechless, even if they could only see the tenth and twelfth of the palace from a distance, they could already imagine what a magnificent picture it was.

"Little junior sister, please go and rest first, senior brother will send Brother Mo to Jianfeng and then come to talk to you", Lu Chengjun got out of the car first, opened the car door very chicly, and asked Ruoyue and Xiao Kite to greet him.

On the bluestone road behind him, there were already several white-clothed boys waiting here.

Ruoyue looked at Mo Lu in amazement, although she had only known Mo Lu for ten days, but unconsciously, the princess of the demon clan had an indescribable dependence on this seemingly delicate human boy.

"Don't die," Wakatsuki's voice was slightly hoarse.

"Okay", Mo Lu nodded lightly.

Lu Chengjun smiled slightly, "Senior sister, don't worry, being an immortal slave is just a humble status, but you won't have to worry about your life." What's more, there is still a senior brother here, and you can guarantee that Brother Mo is safe."

A moment later, under Ruoyue's reluctant gaze, the Moyun car soared into the sky, and after a hover, it flew towards the sword blade below.

In the Moyun car, Mo Lu leaned on the seat carved by dragon wood a little tiredly, there were several wounds on his chest and abdomen, and the clothes on his body were stained with blood.

Lu Chengjun's smile was still like a spring breeze, and he held a dull short sword in his hand, which had no blade and was even more like a wooden stick.

It's just that this blunt sword is pressing on Mo Lu's shoulder at the moment.

Mo Lu smiled, "Wooden sticks can't kill people"

Lu Chengjun smiled even better, "This is my spiritual map, the Hidden Blade Sword, it kills people very quickly"

This "wooden stick" was pressed down gently, and a trace of blood suddenly flowed from Mo Lu's shoulder

Mo Lu didn't seem to feel anything, just said calmly: "It seems to be a bladeless, but it's actually a fierce blade." Just like people, right?"

"You can kill Fang Chengju's waste with your body, and your strength is barely enough to go up to the lower realm, but a person like you is just an ant in our eyes after all. If it weren't for the strict order of the head of the sect not to kill people in the Immortal Mountain, you would have been a dead man a long time ago."

Lu Chengjun finally stopped maintaining that seemingly gentle smile, and even his gaze became cold, "Remember, forget the princess of the demon clan and obediently be an immortal slave, otherwise, I will let you beg for death but you can't get it!"

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At the foot of the Sword City Immortal Mountain, a huge mountain peak pointed diagonally to the sky, and the peak was flattened raw, like a sword that had been cut off.

On that piece of the extremely flat broken peak, there are groups of pavilions and pavilions, although it is not as spectacular as on the Tibetan Sword Peak, but the scale is not small.

In the center of the broken peak, there is a Taoist hall, and the door of the hall is written - from the sword hall.

In the main hall, a woman dressed in white sat on the ground, her skin was better than snow, her thin lips were lightly pursed, a white string was tied behind her head, and her long black hair was tied in a random ball.

Although this woman's eyes are closed, she can still make people feel a thrilling beauty.

"Senior Sister Bing, Senior Brother Zang Jianfeng Lu is visiting", a female disciple hurriedly walked up to the main hall and respectfully reported to the woman.

The woman opened her eyes, and suddenly, as if winter was coming, a chill suddenly rose, and the female disciples who came to report couldn't help but shiver.

"Invite him in", the woman's eyes were like a spring pool, but in that pool was an eternal cold mountain.

As she spoke, the chill in the hall faded.

The female disciple hurriedly walked out with the steps that were almost frozen.

Not long after, a long laugh came from the door of the Sword Palace, and Lu Chengjun escorted Mo Lu into the wide hall, and he smiled at this beautiful woman like frost: "Senior Sister Bing, it seems that your Qinxin Sword has entered the realm again!"

This woman in white is the eldest disciple of the Fifth Elder of Jianfeng-Bing Qinxin.

Her face was expressionless, and she only bowed slightly, "Senior Brother Lu"

Lu Chengjun didn't care, and still smiled: "I heard that the immortal slave from the sword blade is weak, and the senior brother specially found a good immortal slave for you."

Bing Qinxin raised her eyebrows slightly, and only casually glanced at Mo Lu, who was covered in blood, and then stopped paying attention, "Thank you, senior brother, Tan Qiu, take him to the Zhixin Palace"

Following her voice, the female disciple just now walked in, and when she saw Mo Lu, she couldn't help but shake her head in disgust, and said in a vicious voice: "Follow me!"

After Mo Lu and the female disciple left the main hall, Lu Chengjun pondered for a moment and said to Bing Qinxin: "Senior Sister Bing, the Immortal Hunting Test will start in a few days, are you sure that you will get the top five?"

Bing Qin replied coldly: "I only know if I try it."

"Senior sister, don't be careless, only the disciples who get the top five in this immortal hunting test are eligible to go to Shangjing and participate in the Divine Stone Conference!"

Hearing the Divine Stone Conference, even the frosty Bing Qinxin had a look of fanaticism on his face.

The Divine Stone Conference is a grand event for the younger generation of spirit mappers, and the spirit mapper who wins the top spot in the conference will receive a god stone.

The stone contains the purest spiritual power in heaven and earth, which can allow a spirit master to directly advance to the Holy Master realm!

All the saints below are mortals!

But the path to sanctification is extremely dangerous, and since ancient times, countless geniuses have fallen before the Holy Gate!

Stepping into the Holy Gate safely and smoothly is what every spiritual diagram master below the Holy Master realm dreams of.

And the Divine Stone Conference gave everyone a chance.

"Senior Sister Bing, if you and I join forces, it will be enough to defeat the rest of us one by one, so that the two of us will be able to enter the top five together, wouldn't it be wonderful?", Lu Chengjun walked in front of Bing Qinxin, staring at her face, a trace of irrepressible desire flashed in his eyes.

There are ten disciples in Sword City, and only those who get the top five in the Immortal Hunting Test are eligible to go to Shangjing.

Among the top ten disciples, Bing Qinxin and Lu Chengjun ranked sixth and seventh.

Three days later, the Immortal Hunting Meeting will open, and the senior brother will also go out, with his strength, he will definitely occupy a place, so that the competition will be even more fierce.

Lu Chengjun's proposal is undoubtedly extremely tempting.

"Senior brother, please go back", however, Bing Qinxin closed her eyes and no longer paid attention to Lu Chengjun.

"Hmph, Senior Sister Bing, I hope you don't regret it!", Lu Chengjun snorted heavily and brushed his sleeves away.

He sneered in his heart, "After the senior brother leaves the customs, he finds that the murderer of his own brother is actually your immortal slave, and you will come to beg me at that time!"

A moment later, the Moyun car turned into a streamer of light and flew towards the top of the Immortal Mountain.

Mo Lu looked up at the Moyun car in the distance, thoughtful.

"What's the daze, let's go!", the female disciple named Tan Qiu urged beside her, she looked at Mo Lu with disdain, "Hmph! Hide Jianfeng's unwanted garbage and throw it at us from Jianfeng, do you really think we are easy to bully?"

There are five elders and ten disciples in Sword City, and there is a lot of competition among themselves.

The Five Elders had the lowest status among the Elders, and the disciples from the Sword Blade were also despised by the disciples of the other peaks.

Tan Qiu didn't feel a trace of spiritual power from Mo Lu's body, she naturally thought that this was an immortal slave who was discarded by Zang Jianfeng, but she was sent to Congjian Feng, which was clearly a contempt and humiliation for Congjian Feng.

Therefore, Tan Qiu's attitude towards Mo Lu was extremely bad.

Mo Lu didn't know where her resentment came from, and he didn't bother to explain. He had already made up his mind, and left Sword City after recovering from his injuries, the poison of the silver flower on his body was only about to attack in a month, and he had to try to find the divine fruit.

The two walked along a small path for a stick of incense, and suddenly the front suddenly opened up, only to see a palace building standing majestically, and one of the gates said "Zhixin Palace".

Tan Qiu pointed to the Zhixin Hall and said: "That is where the lowest immortal slaves live, and the worst cultivation from the sword edge also has the First Ink Realm, and it is better to clamp the tail of a garbage like you without spiritual power, I am too lazy to collect the corpse for you."

After speaking, he left Mo Lu and left alone.

Mo Lu walked to the front of the Zhixin Palace, and suddenly heard a noisy noise, he stepped forward to take a look, only to see a group of fierce men surrounding a young man.

"Don't come here, I'm a cup of divine beast water! If you drink it, you'll become a giant gorilla!" I asked you if you're afraid?" In a swirling aura, the young man shouted as he took out a ...... from the spiritual map beside him. Teacup!

"Are you a teacup genius, Wang Potian?", Mo Lu was taken aback and couldn't help blurting out!

Last year, there was a genius in the city of Sharo, who built an ink pool at the age of fourteen, but because of his conceit, he dipped the ink into a painting without authorization, but he painted a teacup and became the laughing stock of the sixteen border cities.

Unexpectedly, this down-and-out former "genius" would actually run to Sword City to become an immortal slave!