Mysterious Tribulation

the next day.

Inside the restaurant.

Aaron, who was drinking, flicked his wrist slightly, and immediately drank the wine in his glass like nothing else.

'Just now... I felt horrified for a moment, maybe a foundation-building divine sense swept over? ’

'But I didn't cover up at all, I was just an ordinary person, so I was let go? ’

"Even if the most dangerous period has passed, then as long as the other party doesn't slaughter the city, they won't be able to do anything to me..."

In the middle of the night, Aaron went straight to bed and fell asleep.

…

Over the Fucheng.

The black-blooded cultivator looked at the lights of the ten thousand houses, his face was sinking like water. He had already captured all the qi-refining cultivators he could find nearby and tortured them, but he found nothing.

"Could it be that... that kid's qi-holding magic is so subtle?"

There was a look of disbelief on the face of this Foundation Establishment overhauler.

But he didn't know that Aaron didn't hide his breath, but really lost his energy and became an ordinary person. This is naturally more effective than any concealment spells, because it is true!

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"So far, there is only... Slaughtering the city?"

There was a crimson light in the eyes of this Foundation Establishment major.

For immortal cultivators, mortals are ants, and there is no such thing as causal punishment in this world. No matter how many mortals are killed, they will not be struck by lightning!

The only ones who can limit the magic cultivator a little are the cultivators of the right way and the insignificant reputation.

"If it is in the Wu Kingdom, the sect also needs a large number of mortals to give birth to children with spiritual root qualifications to replenish new blood. If I slaughter the city, the sect master will not spare me, but this place is an enemy country... It happens that the old man's thousand evil flags are returned. Countless soul sacrifices are required."

The red light in the black-clothed demon cultivator's eyes suddenly flourished, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura.

Although after the massacre, the reputation will fall to the bottom, and even become the target of the righteous cultivator's death, but so what?

Compared to the progress of cultivation techniques and instruments, everything is false!

The magician monk, he didn't pay much attention to this in the first place.

Just when he was about to do it, a burst of fire came from the sky, and it was a sound transmission: "Third Junior Brother... Qingdingmen has been mobilized, and hurry to the East Gate Valley to defend!"

The change in the East Gate Valley could not hide the news at all, and the Qingdingmen responded quickly after they got the news.

If you stay in the outside world at this time, you will be besieged and lost!

Compared with his own life, a mere true disciple is almost like an ant again.

"Damn..."

The black-clothed foundation building scolded and turned into a jet of black light, escaping extremely fast, and suddenly went away...

…

There was still silence in the city of Kurosawa.

Those who were sound asleep had no idea that they had inadvertently escaped a catastrophe!

The next day, Aaron got up and stretched.

He was going to hang out here for a few months, and then leave the city of Blackpool with the mortal caravan.

As for those storage bags, you can put them away for a few years! No longer running with long legs...

Compared with his own safety, even if he lost it, it was nothing.

"It's just... Am I going to start cultivating the Mingyu Art now? ’

Aaron thought to himself while eating meat buns for breakfast.

Today's world of immortals is not very peaceful, even loose cultivators may be caught and used as cannon fodder, or used by demon cultivators to refine their souls!

And as mortals are the foundation of the world of immortal cultivation, generally speaking, immortal cultivators on both sides would not care too much.

'When the war comes, the loose cultivators will either go to be cannon fodder, fly away, or hide in the people... But they may not be able to completely hide their mana fluctuations, so they can be easily caught... But I'm different, I'm just a mortal . ’

'And...the mana for cultivating immortals is gone, but my martial arts are still there! ’

'The cultivation base of Huajin Peak is another half-step spiritual refinement. It is enough to protect himself in the mundane world, and he still lives very comfortably...'

"Anyway, my lifespan is infinite, so don't worry, take your time, wait for this wave of war to pass..."

"It's a pity for those 'Nine-eyed Begonias', but they stop growing at most. With the spiritual energy of the Spirit Medicine Island, it should not be a problem to maintain it without withering..."

After thinking about it, Aaron began to seriously play the image of a Hua Jin martial artist who is a game-savvy martial artist - well, this does not need to be played, it is his true character.

…

Two months later.

Tea house.

"I tell you... I really saw the gods fighting at Liangjie Mountain!"

A martial artist spittle: "Countless immortals, countless streamers... That bloody... scare people to death!"

"Hehe, Bao Er, stop bragging. If you really see the immortal dead, can you not run over and touch the body?"

A martial artist next to him laughed.

"Who wouldn't want to? But I'm slow, that Heaven-shattering Harrier really went to touch the corpse...and was pierced by a flying sword that fell from nowhere..."

Bao Er's heart palpitated.

"A group of immortals are fighting, this is a sign of chaos in the world..." An old martial artist sighed while smoking a pipe.

"Hehe... Who doesn't know that the Wu Kingdom suddenly invaded our forest country, is it still necessary to look at the signs? The world is already in chaos..."

…

Amid all the disturbances, Aaron dropped a few strings of big money to get up, and quietly mixed into the refugee group who fled to the interior of the forest.

The vicinity of Kurosawa Mansion still belongs to the border with Wu Kingdom.

However, the Wu Kingdom suddenly invaded the Lin Kingdom, bringing a series of disasters, and countless people fleeing.

Aaron was among them, UU was reading www. uukanshu.com that is not eye-catching at all.

"Go to the most remote second-tier city in the country of Lin, find a random place, and talk about it for more than ten years..."

Aaron was driving a carriage, standing out among the crowd of refugees, but it also fit his status as a martial artist.

While driving the carriage, he pondered the plans for the future.

Lin Guo's war in the immortal world, the idea of ​​hiding in the folk should be feasible.

And if you choose a small city, there will be fewer immortal cultivators, and the chaos will be much less.

When the limelight passes, you can come back to open the storage bag, and then find an opportunity to start practicing the 'Ming Jade Art'!

…

Muen City.

The farther away from the border between Wu Kingdom and Lin Kingdom, the more peaceful the place.

Of course, things like conscription and taxation are indispensable, and there is a lot of trouble.

But it's none of Aaron's business.

He came to the street where Huichun Hall was originally located, and found that the old medical center was still there, but the person in charge had already been replaced by someone he didn't know.

'Although it is difficult to establish a reputation for this medical hall and pharmacy, once established, it is an excellent business that has continued to make profits for dozens of hundreds of years...'

Looking silently at the entrance of Huichuntang, Aaron turned and left, and went to the breakfast shop of the Lin family, only to find that the place had already changed people.

More than a hundred years have passed, and the Lin family has long since moved.

"Things are different from people..."

Looking at this scene, Aaron couldn't help but recall the White Snake Gang in Tianma City.

On his whim this time, when he looked at it in the past, the Bai family was destroyed decades ago...