Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 727 Inheritance

With a wry smile on his face, Di Ku took out a secret card with his own command spell, and sighed to Mo Qiu:

"Master Mo, you don't have to worry about that."

"Leaving aside the friendship between the two of us this time, even if I become the king of Lu, I will need the help of the Taoist master to resist the king of Zhao in the future."

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

"What the Palace Master said is true." Mo Qiu nodded, but without any hesitation, put away the secret card and cast the spell:

"Mo Mou is just in case. After all, the palace lord has become the king of Lu. If he gives an order, I'm afraid he will die without a place to bury him."

"At that time, the Xuanyou Dongtian of the Shangqing may also be doomed, so Mo doesn't dare to gamble."

"Just kidding, kidding."

Di Ku shook his head again and again.

But no matter what he said, Mo Qiu would make the other party swear by his natal ghost body under the current advantage.

Only in this way can we feel at ease.

"Palace Master."

Shaking in the void, Uncle Bai appeared nearby, cupping his hands respectfully:

"here we go."

"good."

Di Ku's spirit was shaken, and he stretched out his hand to quote:

"Taoist, please!"

"Palace master please!"

The two made a little humility, with Di Ku in front, and the Quanzhen Taoists who were possessed by ghosts followed, turning into streamers of light and flying forward.

Three years passed.

Most of the people and ghosts who came here have stayed in the dragon funeral forever.

And those who went back all had great strength, not to mention Mo Qiu and Di Ku, Uncle Bai's cultivation was close to the middle level of the ghost king, and Wang Hu had once beheaded a ninth-level dragon.

There are more than ten people in Quanzhen Dao, either they have become the masters of the golden elixir, or they have the combat power of the golden elixir.

The background suddenly deepened.

"Om..."

Somewhere in the canyon, ripples suddenly appeared in the void, and a dark and deep passage that led to nowhere slowly expanded.

As the passage emerged, ghost figures came from all directions.

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

There were also very few ghosts following them, and some county lords looked at where Di Ku was with suspicious eyes.

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

The essence and blood of the dragon clan were almost all on Di Ku's body.

for a while.

Murderous intentions are looming.

Haven't gone back yet, with so many ghosts attacking together, they may not be able to seize the opportunity to take down Di Ku and the blood essence in his hand.

"snort!"

Seeing this, Mo Qiu hummed softly and stepped forward.

He glanced around, and a fierce murderous intent swept across the four directions. The ghosts were stunned by it for a moment, and many ghosts retreated subconsciously.

Even if he is as strong as Meng Shan, he can't help but shrink his eyes.

'how come? '

Princess Xinjian and Yanghou looked at each other, and they both saw the suspicion in each other's eyes.

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

The reason why it was able to resist the eleventh-order ghost clan was due to the support of the ancestors of this world.

I,

Not too strong.

At least, compared with a group of ghost kings, he is only limited in strength.

Looking at it now, I'm afraid he underestimated this person.

"Mo Daoist." Di Ku also raised his eyebrows slightly, with a look of surprise on his face:

"Unexpectedly, after only a month or so of absence, Taoist Master's cultivation level has improved again, I admire you."

"You're welcome." Mo Qiu's face remained unchanged:

"It's just a little enlightenment, it's nothing."

His cultivation has not increased much. After all, the dozens of spiritual fires in his hand have not yet been refined, but his intention to kill has made progress.

The thing in the hands of the Supreme Elder gave him a deeper understanding of the method he had learned.

Ten directions kill,

It has already begun to melt into itself.

Raising one's hand and raising one's foot can release killing intentions, and with one thought, one can form a self-killing world. For martial arts, it can be regarded as a higher level.

At this time, he doesn't need to use Yan Luo's method, and he may be able to fight against the middle-level ghost king only by relying on the martial arts and secret methods he has learned.

This kind of enlightenment naturally came to mind.

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

"coming!"

There are ghosts drinking low.

At the same time, the passage in the field was formed, and a vast spiritual sense gushed out from it, swept across the four directions, and wrapped up all the ghosts in the field.

"The channel is only open for a quarter of an hour."

"You wait and come back quickly!"

An old hoarse voice came from across the air. Hearing the sound, Di Ku's complexion changed slightly, and there seemed to be joy in his eyes. He waved his hands to signal the ghosts to follow.

"Shua!"

"Shua Shua!"

One after another ghost shadows entered the tunnel and disappeared in an instant.

Mo Qiu followed Di Ku closely, his brows twitched slightly when he entered the passage, his skin and flesh were split open, and his big Luo Fayan peeped out quietly.

In perception, the dark and deep passageway is colorful and beautiful in Da Luofa's eyes.

The passage twists and turns, and streams of light are drawn by some force and fly forward until they are plunged into a drop of water one after another.

'Water drop? '

Don't ask for a daze, before you come back to your senses, a blur in front of your eyes, the cold, dead, gloomy and desolate underworld, has already emerged with perception.

A group of ghosts appeared in the square, and just as they were shaking their heads, a ghost in a white robe with a vicissitudes of life floated into the air:

"Everyone."

"Cultivate here for three sun days for the time being, and talk about other things after three days."

"certainly!"

The old man glanced at the ghosts and said calmly:

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

"snort!"

Meng Shan snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves suddenly, and strode towards the sidelines.

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

After a while.

Except for Di Ku and his party, there were only a few remaining ghosts who were stationed nearby, and all the other ghosts left one by one.

"Unexpected."

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

"It turns out that Qi Fei Gong won the first place, and you can see clearly that although your brothers are unwilling, they don't have many complaints about it."

Needless to say, it is clear at a glance who will win this trip.

"Ashamed." Di Ku cupped his hands towards the other party:

"The younger generation was just a fluke, and got the help of noble people, but why is Liu Bo this time, isn't he going directly to Lu Palace?"

"Um."

The old ghost in white shrank his eyes, his face was serious:

"You come with me."

"Yes." Di Ku Ying Yes, as he was walking forward, he looked at Uncle Bai and Mo Qiu again:

"Uncle Bai, Master Mo, why not come together."

As a confidant who has been with him for many years, he can trust Uncle Bai, and calling Shang Moqiu is to express his goodwill.

"good."

Mo Qiu nodded, turned around and gave Wang Hu a few words.

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

"Mo Daoist, this is my third uncle. He has followed his father since he was a prince, and his strength is unfathomable. To me..."

Di Ku whispered:

"It's also quite caring."

Mo Qiu nodded slowly.

He also has some understanding of King Lu's family affairs, after all, he must know himself and the enemy.

Langzheng Marquis Yan Ping, following maternal instinct, has a ghost body of Infernal Affairs, a middle-rank ghost king, although it is rumored that this Marquis has a realm, but he is not good at killing.

But in Mo Qiu's view, the rumors might not be true.

The breath of this ghost is concentrated, without any leakage, and the strength in every movement of hands and feet is completely consistent, which is far from that of ordinary ghost kings.

Hidden?

No wonder he was able to follow King Lu for so many years and was safe and sound.

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

"Palace Master, sit down."

"Third Uncle..." Di Ku was taken aback for a moment:

"This, isn't it appropriate?"

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 actually given up the position of superior.

His tone was even more respectful.

"Palace Master, you don't need to mind." Lang Zhenghou waved:

"You have won the first place among all the brothers and sisters, you will be the next king of Lu, and you will be a subordinate after Yanping, how dare you surpass him."

"sit down!"

He sighed and said:

"However, I'm afraid things will change."

"misfortune?"

Di Ku's expression froze, he didn't care to give way again, and after sitting down, he said:

"What does Uncle San mean by this?"

"this……"

Langzhenghou looked hesitant, he hesitated to speak.

"Third Uncle." Di Ku's face turned serious, and he cupped his hands and said:

"When Di Ku was young, he had a lot of affection. When the Qifei Palace was first established, it was thanks to Sanbo's care and management."

"If I inherit the throne of King Lu, I will definitely not forget Sanbo's earnest teachings."

"If you violate this statement, heaven and earth will perish!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand with a straight face.

"well!"

Lang Zhenghou hurriedly waved his hands:

"Why did the palace master say that? I don't know your character. I can trust you. What I said has nothing to do with these things."

As he spoke, his eyes flicked to Di Ku, and he looked at Uncle Bai, Mo Qiu, especially Mo Qiu, looking back and forth with scrutiny.

"These two, are you trustworthy?"

Uncle Bai, Emperor Ku's servant, of course he knew him.

But don't ask...

Because he covered up his breath and appearance, he failed to recognize this Quanzhen Daoist.

"Don't worry, Uncle San."

Di Ku heard the words and smiled, and said:

"These two, I can entrust my family and life without reservation, just speak up if you have something to say, they are absolutely trustworthy."

"That's good."

Lang Zhenghou nodded, restrained himself a bit, and then spoke slowly:

"Palace Master doesn't know. During the period when you entered the Dragon Burying Heaven, there is a temporary vacancy for the masters of King Lu, and King Zhao took the opportunity to attack."

"I originally thought that three years is not a long time, and a little resistance will pass."

"Who ever thought..."

He sighed and said:

"King Zhao marched quickly and killed the ghost king repeatedly. King Lu had no choice but to fight against Baimu Guiyuan with his sick body."

"result."

"My lord, it's gone!"

"What?"

"ah!"

After saying this, not only Di Ku changed color, even Uncle Bai couldn't help but scream.

"How can it be?"

Di Ku even stood up abruptly:

"I can feel the breath of my father is still there."

As the existence that controls the life and death of all bloodlines, if King Lu dies, the bloodlines of his descendants can feel it.

But now, there is no such feeling of emptiness.

But……

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

"Palace Master, don't panic." Marquis Langzheng waved his hand and said:

"There are very few ghosts who know about this matter, and the palace is also kept secret, otherwise it will definitely cause chaos, and King Zhao will also take the opportunity to attack."

"As for you not being able to feel it, it is the work of the secret technique."

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

"Even if King Lu dies, as long as Qi Feigong succeeds King Lu, he will be able to stabilize the hearts of all the ghosts in the king's realm and fight against the ghost king with all their strength."

"after all."

"Prior to this, the King of Lu has set the test of burying the dragon in the sky. This time, the Qifei Palace has won, so he should succeed, and the other ghosts should have no objection."

"That's what I said." Lang Zhenghou looked at Moqiu with some doubts, as if he didn't expect that he would intervene in this matter.

Immediately said:

"However, when the prince passed away, only Princess Yun stayed by my side."

"According to what I heard, at the moment of his final death, the prince wrote a handwritten letter, passing the throne to Cheng Tianhou, the son of Princess Yun."

"What!"

Di Ku suddenly changed color.

Mo Qiu's expression darkened.