Before the general could reach the collapsed wall, there was a burst of frightened shouts from inside. As the sound fell, the man jumped out of the gate and into the street.
At this moment, the man's clothes were covered with dust, and he was bleeding from his ears, nose, mouth, and seven orifices. If he saw it, he would definitely think that the dead man had faked his body.
While the boy was shouting, his steps were fast, and he ran to Motian in the blink of an eye. He seemed to have not seen the master of Motian City, and was about to fly past Motian.
"Stop!"
Motian suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the man's sleeve, and pulled him directly in front of him. Motian looked at the man up and down, trying to judge whether what he told the general was true.
"Is this the person who is retreating in the quiet room?"
Motian observed the man for a long time, but he was still confused and confused. Therefore, he stretched out his hand in front of him, and a screen of light suddenly appeared in front of him, and the person on it was none other than Lu Qingfeng.
This light screen was not small to begin with, and since it was very close to the man, Lu Qingfeng's image clearly appeared on the light screen.
But even so, the guy still moved his head forward as close as possible to the light curtain, looked at it carefully for a long time, and then nodded to Motian.
"Sir Motian, I will definitely not be mistaken. The person who is in retreat is this distinguished guest. If what I say is even half a lie, you will kill me immediately." The boy swore that what he saw was
Absolutely right.
"What kind of cultivation level does this person have?"
Even if the guy admitted it, Mo Tian was still a little skeptical and had to ask for all the details before making a final decision.
"His cultivation level is much higher than mine. At the very least, he is the emperor."
When Mo Tian heard this, he felt even more unsure. More than two hundred years ago, Lu Qingfeng was only the eighth level of cultivation of the Heavenly King. Not to mention how difficult it was for the Heavenly King to break through to the Emperor, even with just two levels of cultivation, it was not like this.
It can be done in a short time.
Now, the guy insisted that it was Lu Qingfeng who was in retreat. According to his inference, this was obviously impossible. Motian was really confused at this moment.
However, regardless of whether the person in the quiet room is Lu Qingfeng or not, Motian does not dare to disturb him anymore. The soul aura of the other party just now is clearly at the level of the Emperor of Heaven. If he just exudes a little casually, it will be difficult for him to bear it. If he wants to do it now,
In the past, it was no different from seeking death. Mo Tian was not stupid enough to go there and seek death.
Mo Tian turned around and ordered the Emperor's General behind him to have the soldiers protect this place tightly and not let anyone come to disturb the retreat. Before the general could give the order, at this time, Lu came from the quiet room.
Qingfeng's voice.
"Motian, I think you have water in your head. If I wanted to see you, I wouldn't have given you my soul jade slip. There must be a reason why I didn't want to see you earlier. It would be better for you to make the whole devil
The city of Tiancheng is full of chickens and dogs jumping over the wall. I really don’t know how you, a quasi-demon, cultivated yourself."
This time, Lu Qingfeng restrained his aura, leaving only a trace. After Mo Tian heard this, his demon body suddenly froze in place.
Motian was completely dumbfounded. This was clearly the Lu Qingfeng who destroyed Motian City two hundred years ago. He was clearly the interstellar coordinate map he had personally printed for him.
An eighth-level monk who was a Heavenly King two hundred years ago, now has the power of soul to reach the level of the Heavenly Emperor. Although the specific cultivation level is not yet known, but based on the cultivation base of the Emperor level, this thing is too unbelievable.
Mo Tian seemed to have had a dream, a very unreal dream, but when he thought about it carefully, he realized that this dream was clearly what was happening in front of him, and he couldn't help but believe it.
"Brother... Fellow Daoist Lu, you have changed so much over the years that I feel like you are in a dream. It is a bit difficult for me to believe you."
When he met Lu Qingfeng again this time, Mo Tian became a little reserved in his words. He couldn't blame him for this. The pressure of the Heavenly Emperor level just now made him a little scared when he thought about it now.
"Motian, the atmosphere in Motian City is very good now. Please stop calling me brothers and fellow Taoists. Didn't you give me orders to call me brothers? Just call me brother too."
When Lu Qingfeng said this, Motian's restraint suddenly eased and he became relaxed.
"Okay, brother, you have made it easy for me to find you, I think! Since you have arrived at Motian City, you should also go to my mansion. Otherwise, it would seem that I, Motian, have neglected my friends."
Motian is an old monster who has lived for countless years. He knows that he should get closer to Lu Qingfeng at this time. If nothing else, the power of his soul at the level of the Emperor of Heaven is very likely to repay the debt he owed.
A favor.
"What you say is quite pleasant to my ears. It's just that I'm used to being at home and don't like being in crowded places. This place is very nice. Don't worry about it anymore. I will come out naturally when it's time for me to show up.
Yes, don’t worry! You can’t lose your magic star.”
Lu Qingfeng didn't dislike Mo Tian at all. From the moment he came into contact with him, Mo Tian's character was very suitable for Lu Qingfeng's taste.
Although Mo Tian is also a demon, Lu Qingfeng understands better that not all demons are bad people, and there are also people who can be associated with each other, such as Mo Wuji. Lu Qingfeng actually doesn't hate him, just because the two sides occupy different positions.
, naturally destined to be a life-and-death struggle between each other.
It was Lu Qingfeng who admired this Motian very much in some aspects, so in his words just now, he gave Motian a reassurance. In this way, he would be spared from having to live in this world all day long in the following days.
In fear.
"Brother, this favor is too much to repay. In this case, I, Motian, will still owe brother's favor, and even the entire Motian Planet will owe brother's favor."
After hearing Lu Qingfeng's last words, Motian felt ecstatic in his heart. Motian Star could not be lost. The implication was that if he could save Motian Star, then he would naturally save all the demons on this planet.
"Haha, with your current ability, I really don't look down on the favor you owe. I'm not exaggerating, you will never repay this favor. Haha, Motian, I'm kidding you, you go ahead.
!I still have to practice for a while.”
Lu Qingfeng didn't plan to chat with Motian anymore, and directly issued an order to expel guests. After Motian heard this, he quickly bowed deeply to the door of the quiet room.
"I won't disturb brother's meditation. I will send someone to guard this place later, so that no one else comes to disturb brother."
After Motian finished speaking, he turned around and winked at the general standing behind him. The general understood and hurriedly trotted outside and made arrangements according to Motian's instructions. Motian then also exited the corridor of the quiet room.
"This demon is really persistent. He won't give up until he finds me. It's okay. I can give him a reassurance and I can practice here peacefully." After talking to himself, Lu Qingfeng sank again.
Enter into practice.
It was a coincidence that Lu Qingfeng was originally deducing the twelfth space fragment for a god-level space jump. After a few days, he did not gain anything. Instead, his soul power broke through to the level of the Emperor of Heaven in one fell swoop.
Lu Qingfeng didn't expect this situation to happen. If he thought about it carefully, it was a logical thing.
During these hundreds of years, Lu Qingfeng has never stopped deducing space jumps. This was the case during the Heavenly King's training journey, and also during the battle with the Heavenly Demon.
Deducing space jump fragments was originally a matter of training the power of the soul. In addition, his soul power had stayed at the peak of the quasi-emperor level for a long time. Now, by deducing space jump fragments, it was a matter of course.
In the blink of an eye, another four days have passed. Including the previous three days, Lu Qingfeng has been in seclusion for seven full days. At this moment, there are still eleven space debris in a row floating in front of Lu Qingfeng.
Lu Qingfeng held the first space fragment with his left hand, and the eleventh space fragment with his right hand. He kept stretching his hands, and the eleven space fragments also continued to stretch and close with his hands.
Lu Qingfeng did this action very quickly, stretching and closing tens of thousands of times in an instant. He couldn't even remember how many times he had done it.
Lu Qingfeng's hands moved to both sides again, his eyes always paying attention to the space fluctuations after the eleventh space fragment.
Suddenly, as the hands were pulled apart this time, behind the eleventh space fragment, the space instantly fluctuated, and then, a space ripple appeared in sight.
This is the twelfth space ripple. A ripple can be broken down into a space fragment. The moment this fragment appeared, it was instantly imprinted into the depths of Lu Qingfeng's soul.
Lu Qingfeng was pleasantly surprised. After spending seven days, he finally deduced the twelfth space fragment. The next step was to connect this space fragment with the previous eleven completely and skillfully.
The next work still involves his hands playing the organ non-stop. Although it is very boring, once Lu Qingfeng starts practicing, he will immediately be immersed in it. For him, it becomes a kind of fun.
At the beginning, he could succeed once every ten times he stretched his hands. Then, every eight times he stretched his hands, a twelfth space fragment would appear. As the number of times he stretched his hands continued to increase, the proportion of space fragments appearing increased.
high.
Three more days passed in the blink of an eye. At this time, Lu Qingfeng had been in seclusion for ten days. At the moment when the ten days had expired, the twelfth space fragment deduced by Lu Qingfeng finally appeared as scheduled every time.
"With only one space fragment left, I have mastered the complete god-level fourth-level space jump, and then through continuous actual combat, my deduction theory will be more perfect."
After Lu Qingfeng finished speaking, he stood up from the futon in the quiet room. He wanted to demonstrate the twelve space fragments he had deduced through his own divine body. Only in this way could he prove whether it was correct or not.