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Chapter 45: Demon Rejection Event.

Xiao Hei didn't need anyone to care about it, so he returned to the horse circle in the yard. When the guards in the city saw it, they would say hello. After all, this guy is so fierce. When they fought with Zhao Zimo, they all saw him, and they were just chasing Zhao Laosi in the Vajra realm.

So yesterday when Xiao Hei came back with his disciples of the Immortal Sect, when it grinned at the guard at the door, they didn't dare to stop him...

When Zhao Zimo returned to the yard in the middle of the night, Tang Zhirou naturally couldn't sleep either. She just lay on the bed and looked through some Taoist scriptures. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him coming back.

"What's wrong with you? I'm so shocked. I rarely see you." Tang Zhirou, wearing a pink gauze, asked worriedly.

Zhao Zimo took off his armor and sat on the bed and shook his head with his back to her: "It's nothing, anyway, the Hammer Immortal City is very safe. There is the number one person in the world, and no monster can get in."

"Oh, my third largest demon in the world, what are you afraid of? Don't they all be afraid of you?" Tang Zhirou showed her faint body, stretched her waist, and the spring light was infinite.

"Thorn."

"You bastard, tear my clothes again."

"I am the big devil, of course I have to subdue the little witch first. Come on, let you taste it!" Zhao Zimo, who put the woman under him, put on the battle again and moved forward.

………………………………………

Haven't sleep all night.

Zhao Zimo, who had a slightly pale face, found a young lieutenant who had been waiting for him when he arrived at the military camp again: "The general is in the mansion, and I will notify you of going there."

"Yes." Zhao Zimo didn't need him to lead the way, so he went straight to the General's Mansion not far from the military camp.

The General's Mansion occupied not much land and there were few maids at the servants. The main reason was that this was located in Hualong and had no family and lived alone, so he was led into the backyard by the guards at the door.

As soon as Zhao Zimo stepped into the yard, he saw Yu Hualong wearing armor sitting next to the stone table, with a soul-devouring gun erected next to it. This is the best among the holy qualities. In the hands of Yu Hualong in the Tiangang realm, there is a great possibility of upgrading to the immortal qualities.

"General, are those disciples of the Immortal Sect back safely?" Zhao Zimo bowed to him.

Yu Hualong looked at him with a smile: "Yes, and they have brought back three divine source fruits, so what do you want to learn?"

"I don't know what the general has, but I just want to learn the strongest move!"

"You are very greedy." Yu Hualong glanced at him.

Zhao Zimo shook his head at this: "If you have such an opportunity, you naturally cannot let it go, otherwise what else can you practice martial arts?"

"Okay, you are quite in line with our martial arts spirit of not bending and moving forward bravely." Yu Hualong stood up with a spear in his hand, looking at him and continued: "Others know that I have a soul-devouring gun, but they don't understand that it is not a gun that can devour souls, but a human being. So whether you can learn it depends on your understanding, because I only use it once!"

So the next moment.

Yu Hualong used a move to him with all his breath.

This move, the spear suddenly appeared in front of him like a black dragon, and pierced Zhao Zimo's eyebrows. The black dragon was as fast as thunder and could not be avoided. This feeling made him find that he could not move at all, and was even waiting for the spear to penetrate into his eyebrows.

At that moment, Zhao Zimo felt his soul dazed and his spirit was depressed, and he watched the spear tip pierce into his head.

As the tip of the gun was tapped to his eyebrows and even a little scarlet red was pierced, Yu Hualong finally stopped pushing the spear.

Zhao Zimo also closed his eyes in an instant.

Regardless of the instantaneous rupture of the wall behind the head, regardless of the tingling pain between the eyebrows, and the feeling of the soul being torn apart.

He just wanted to use all his energy to record the instant shot!

Note this shot with a soul attack!

The marksmanship is not important.

What is important is the process of the true qi flowing through meridians and the mystery of the soul. In short, he wants to engrave all the process of that moment into his head!

Yu Hualong is also very particular. At that moment, he exposed all his energy. There was no hidden any trace of this move. As for whether Zhao Zimo could learn it, it depends on his ability.

After a full stick of incense, Zhao Zimo opened his eyes pale. He looked at Yu Hualong who had not left and couldn't help but ask, "What's the name of this move?"

"There is no name for the soul-breaking gun with one hand?" He chuckled, swept his eyes to the door, intending to see off the guests.

Zhao Zimo bowed to him again and turned to leave.

Just as he was about to walk outside the yard, Yu Hualong suddenly asked, "Zhao Zimo, how are you staying in Chuxian City?"

Zhao Zimo, who was also wearing a helmet and armor, couldn't help clenching his fists, but smiled again and stopped being nervous. Instead, he turned around and wondered: "It's very good, but how can you know who I am and why did you teach me this trick?"

"You don't have to worry about this. I just want to tell you that you don't go to Huanglin recently to avoid dying."

"Thank you, General!"

"But there is something you need to do!"

"What?"

"There are three cities in the Great Wall of Demon Rejection. The three are originally an alliance. If the demon clan attacks a certain city in large numbers, other cities will do their best to help it.

So every 100 years, the three cities will conduct joint training, and there is a martial arts competition for young generals. I need you to take action to compete for one.

And the first snow this winter will also begin this century-long demon-rejecting event.” Yu Hualong said it was very simple, but the speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional.

Zhao Zimo said helplessly: "It's not good for me to participate in the limelight. Each of these three heavy cities has a cultivator in the Immortal Realm, or even the True Immortal Realm. Wouldn't it be exposed if I went through this way?"

"What are you afraid of? You have the clone of Xuanyu Zhenren. Do you really think anyone can easily crack the secrets of heaven?

What's more, if you win the first place, you can not only get benefits from the grand event, but also gain a lot of luck, so you can't refuse this matter. Just wait quietly in the Hammer Immortal City!" Yu Hualong said these things and turned his head and left, regardless of Zhao Zimo's confused expression.

Just after he left, a man pushed the door out of the door behind Yu Hualong, and Wu Potian had a smile on his lips: "You are optimistic about him too, aren't you?"

"I'm afraid that he will be recognized by others, so I will use my clone to make a comeback event." Yu Hualong raised his eyebrows, and he felt a little uneasy. Zhao Zimo was not very polite. Although he had entered the path of demons, he did not really become a demon.

It’s just that people’s hearts are sinister, and the Immortal Emperor’s order in heaven has led everyone to beat the Immortal Peak lineage. Yu Hualong and Wu Potian have a deep understanding of this kind of thing.

But Zhao Zimo was too much better than everyone, and he left no room for entry into the demonic path independently. Since he entered the demonic path, it was enough to mean that others were really too much, and he could definitely kill him unscrupulously.

However, Wu Potian, who looked at the sky, suddenly shook his head: "Don't worry, this matter should be foolproof, just wait quietly."
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