I am afraid that Mr. Zeng will not be able to use the Wandu Spirit for a continuous period of one hour. Of course, there is no need to use the Wandu Spirit for such a long time when healing wounds and treating diseases.
"Take it." Another half hour later, Long Wanshan took two magic pills handed over by Du Xuan again.
At this time, most of the demonic energy in Du Xuan's body had been consumed, and the magic pill began to exert its effect, constantly stabilizing the demonic energy in the meridians. As for the demonic consciousness, of course, there was not much consumption. If you cast Wan Ku Ling, there was no need to use magic tricks. Du Xuan skipped the demonic consciousness and directly controlled the demonic energy to easily cast Wan Ku Ling.
Two hours passed, and although there was a lot of demonic energy flowing in Long Wanshan's meridians, these demonic energy were injected from Du Xuan's meridians, and they were not produced by Long Wanshan themselves. The shrinking meridians still had no changes.
Three hours have passed, and Long Wanshan himself has wanted to give up, but Du Xuan still insists. Half an hour ago, Du Xuan has taken the second magic pill, which is the last one. As for the magic pills he brought from Xie Ming, there are only three left.
Four hours later, the last magic pill had lost its effect in Long Wanshan's body. However, the atrophic meridians still showed no sign of recovery.
"Xuanzi, forget it, let's wait next time." Long Wanshan opened his eyes, looked at the sweat beads on Du Xuan's forehead, and said.
At this time, the demonic energy in Du Xuan's body was finally in a hurry, and the Wanku Ling used it was a little unstable and it was really impossible to continue. Even if there were Moshemaru and Huimo Pill, it would be useless. After all, Wanku Ling had been used all night.
"Brother Long, I'm sorry." Du Xuan took back his demonic energy and was very depressed.
Long Wanshan reached out and patted Du Xuan on the shoulder and smiled, "How can you say this! You have tried your best. It's okay, when you become the Demon Saint, you will definitely succeed. I'll wait."
"Yeah." Du Xuan nodded heavily.
There is no doubt that the demonic energy in Du Xuan's body is not strong enough. Although the amount of demonic energy can be stable by relying on the return of the demon pill, the return of the demon pill cannot increase the density of the demonic energy. Moreover, the continuous use of the return of the demon pill will gradually reduce its effect and cannot be achieved continuously.
The next day it will be dawn.
Before Du Xuan rested for a long time, he formally summoned Gu Wen, Zhong Nan and others in the Demon Palace. After a brief question about the current situation of the Demon Valley, he asked them to continue to take charge of the Demon Valley affairs. However, he himself would go to seclusion at the top of the Demon Cultivation Tower. Unless there is a huge important matter, no one should disturb him.
The failure to heal Long Wanshan, his family was suppressed in the Du Mansion, and the deep blood hatred between the Tang Gang and the Sha Wang Sect made Du Xuan urgently hope to improve his strength and improve his cultivation. Although the Demon Saint is just a beautiful legend of the Demon Cultivator, Du Xuan has enough motivation to work towards the Demon Saint.
The day after returning to the Demon Valley, Du Xuan began a long retreat practice.
As always, I got up at the time of the Earth Maple and did not go up the back mountain again, but went directly to the top of the Demon Cultivation Tower and used the third level of the space art to practice.
At Chen Shi, the disciples who served Du Xuan would bring breakfast. After breakfast at the Demon Cultivation Tower, they would continue to practice. In the afternoon, Du Xuan would practice the art of refining weapons, and use the first level of the art of space to practice the art of refining weapons. In this way, while practicing the art of refining weapons, they could also practice demon consciousness.
At night, Du Xuan was still practicing in the third level of the magic cultivation tower using the space art. Only at midnight would he return to the courtyard and practice the magic fight for one or two hours in the courtyard.
As for Zhong Nan and the others, at Du Xuan's suggestion, they still got up at Mao hour every day and climbed up the back mountain to practice the demon fight. Whether it was Xie Ming or Zhong Nan, the demon fight was still far from it. Even Long Wanshan still insisted on getting up in the morning and climbing the mountain every day, hoping that one day they could start practicing again.
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A year later, Du Mansion.
Over the past year, the smart Du Ziwei has invited the elders of the Wumen or uncles to visit Ducheng from time to time, hoping to use this to deter the Tang Gang and Shawang Sect who may launch a raid at any time.
However, over the past year, somehow, assassination, rebellion, arson and other trivial matters occurred repeatedly in cities across the Tang Gang and Shawang Sect. However, even some trivial matters made the two families very upset and even lost many disciples.
Tonight's moon is particularly bright, and the soft moonlight shines on the earth.
Du Ziwei was not interested in watching the moon, but was thinking about the leader's martial arts competition in two months. The candidate for representing Du's house to compete in this league competition will be finalized at the beginning of next month. However, Du Xuan has not returned to his house yet.
The darker night and the cool night breeze made the old man, who was over 80 years old, prepare to go back to his room to fall asleep.
Suddenly, Du Ziwei froze suddenly, stopped moving forward, frowned, and stared at the south courtyard wall. Of course, there was nothing unusual about this courtyard wall. Du Ziwei looked to the south two hundred feet away.
Because, just about two hundred feet away, the breath of a great devil master appeared!
This is Du City. Du Ziwei, the demon cultivator in the mansion, knew that he did not have the cultivation level of a great demon master at all. Although there would be other demon cultivators coming and going in the city, few great demon masters came to Du City.
At this time, this breath moved back and forth between two hundred feet away, but it was always two hundred feet away from Du Ziwei, not much or too little. Moreover, this breath made Du Ziwei feel a little familiar.
After thinking for a while, Du Ziwei took out the magic weapon to control the air and flew quietly to the south without disturbing anyone.
Not long after Du Ziwei set off, the breath moved with a speed that was almost the same as Du Ziwei.
Soon, the breath ahead suddenly stopped moving, and Du Ziwei approached quickly. Finally, at the end of an alley, a black shadow was standing in an abandoned house, smiling at Du Ziwei flying up against the roof.
"You! It's you." Du Ziwei couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when he saw this person clearly.
The black shadow raised his head and chuckled. With the faint moonlight, this person was actually Mr. Zeng.
Mr. Zeng nodded and smiled, "It's me."
"It was you who caused Xuan'er to become a demon cultivator!" Du Ziwei suddenly realized, tried his best to restrain the anger in his heart, stared at the uninvited Mr. Zeng in front of him, and shouted sternly.
"Haha." Old Zeng was stunned at first, as if he didn't expect Du Ziwei to react so quickly. He laughed dryly, so he looked for a stone bench to sit down, and then said, "Your nephew is so powerful now. Taking the position of leader is like taking a baby."
"I'm asking you if you were the ones you made! " Du Ziwei had already stood in front of Mr. Zeng and asked angrily.
Mr. Zeng did not answer Du Ziwei's question, but sighed and said, "Since you are Du Xuan's grandfather, I have come from thousands of miles to tell you one thing. Do you know why your cousin Du Zhitu can take the position of the lord of the mansion?"
These words made Du Ziwei stunned. Could Mr. Zeng know what?
Mr. Zeng didn't waste time talking nonsense, and said directly: "Du Zhitu has been secretly colluding with the Shawang Sect for some time. Du Xuan's whereabouts must have been leaked by Du Zhitu, which led to Du Xuan being assassinated several times. Now, there are not many cities left in the Du Mansion. Even though the Tang Gang and Shawang Sect have not yet found an excuse to swallow your Du Mansion, it will not take long."
"Du Zhitu thought he was smart, and used the Shawang Sect to harm his fellow disciples and help him ascend to the position of the head of the mansion. However, Shawang Sect is greedy for the entire Du Mansion. Ziwei, you have to make plans for this matter early and take advantage of this meeting of the leader to plan for your Du Mansion. Whether the Du Mansion can survive the disaster depends on this opportunity."
Although Du Ziwei had suspected Du Zhitu before, he would never have thought that he would collude with the Shawang Sect. You should know that betrayal of the sect is a death sentence that the world has killed. How could Du Zhitu dare to be so dangerous?
At this time, Du Ziwei had suddenly realized.
No wonder the Shawang Sect strongly recommended Du Zhitu as the new head of the Du Mansion! No wonder Du Xuan was in danger many times! No wonder among the disciples who were assassinated in the mansion in recent years, there are few disciples under Du Zhitu!
Looking at Du Ziwei with a gray face, Old Zeng shook his head and smiled bitterly, stood up, and said as he walked: "Paper cannot contain the fire. This matter should be a hot topic soon, soon."
"How could you know so much?" Du Ziwei asked suddenly when Mr. Zeng was about to leave.
Mr. Zeng held his back, shook his head and chuckled, and then said, "Ziwei, you have been practicing in my Demon Valley for so many years. Don't you know how to hide your breath? Flying across mountains and ridges is a breeze for us Demon cultivators."
Whoosh!
As soon as Mr. Zeng finished speaking, he had already soared into the air and flew into the night sky.
"Hidden breath? What else does he know?" Du Ziwei frowned and murmured to himself, "When he was expelled from the Demon Valley, it had nothing to do with the Demon Valley. Why did he ask Du Xuan to become a demon cultivator? The Demon Valley was destroyed, why didn't he take this opportunity to go back to take over the Demon Valley? Are the many events in recent years related to him?"
When he returned home, Du Ziwei could no longer sleep and forced himself to calm down. He first put aside his doubts about Mr. Zeng and carefully considered how to deal with it now.
Nowadays, there are very few people in Du's mansion who can compete with Du Zhitu. Although there are two secret guards with the cultivation level of the Divine Realm, they are not direct disciples of the Du's mansion, and they are not even considered as the side disciples, so they naturally cannot take the position of the Lord of the Mansion.
Among all the direct disciples of the Du Mansion, only Du Pengyu, who has a cultivation level in the Dharma Dao Realm, is the most suitable. However, Du Pengyu now only has the staff of Wanhe City Guard Camp, and not all of these staff are Du Pengyu's confidants. It is utter dreams to usurp the throne by these people.
what to do?
The Alliance Leader Conference? Du Ziwei thought that it seemed that only by exposing Du Zhitu’s traitor behavior at the Alliance Leader Conference could he use the old Wumen Tong to take down Du Zhitu. However, Du Ziwei was just heard and had no real evidence. How could he make the Wumen believe it?
Du Ziwei was very anxious. It was also a dream to collect evidence that Du Zhitu betrayed the family for just two months.
By the way! Mr. Zeng said that this matter would soon cause a lot of controversy. Could it be that he would spread the matter?! Du Ziwei suddenly shuddered, and after a moment of silence, he then smiled and fell asleep peacefully.