Chapter 364 Losing the possibility of becoming immortal
Wu Qingyi was the first person to notice that something was wrong with Li Muge.
How could such a good person change so quickly in a short period of time, and Li Muge didn't seem to be that familiar with Sakyamuni.
But looking at Sakyamuni, his words to the current Li Muge are full of concern.
Wu Qingyi felt strange, so strange.
The only explainable reason, Wu Qingyi seems to have guessed, is that the current Li Muge is not the real Li Muge.
After hearing Wu Qingyi's words, Shao Junhao brushed his long hair.
"Actually, this president has known about it for a long time. The reason why he didn't say anything was because he didn't want to alert others." Shao Junhao's expression was solemn. If he didn't know better, he would have thought that he was very thoughtful.
Only Wu Qingyi knows.
Shao Junhao's big talk was just to make amends for himself.
"Well, Jack, you are really awesome. I, Wu Qingyi, am so lucky to meet you." Wu Qingyi smiled half-heartedly.
"Haha, Doctor Wu, it's not what I, the president, said about you, but your consciousness is really high." Shao Junhao said with a smile on his face.
He lowered his head and did not dare to say any more.
But I dare not offend Wu Qingyi.
If she offended him, Wu Qingyi would probably have a bad temper and ask him to be a test subject for acupuncture, or let him give the drug a trial.
Shao Junhao admires acupuncture.
In such a bad situation, he can still persevere, which is simply showing his domineering physique.
At night.
The underground city began to become more and more lively.
The guard guarding the gate opened the city gate, and monks came from all directions with swords.
The purpose of their coming is not only for the Soul-Returning Grass, but also for the trap-breaking sword, which is the sharpest in the three realms and is said to be able to split even the sky.
It is said that as long as you get the help of this sword.
In the Three Realms, as long as you are not unlucky enough to meet someone who is about to transform into a god, it will be difficult to meet an opponent.
Li Muge found Yang Shu at the address given by Yitong, but Yang Shu's situation didn't look so good.
Yang Shu was not imprisoned.
Instead, he was thrown directly into a mass grave.
In the mass grave, Li Muge Changyan was careful every step he took, for fear of accidentally stepping on human bones or rotting corpses.
"Found it." Li Muge ran to Yang Shu in three steps, but at this time, Yang Shu's essence had been sucked out.
His face was so pale that there was no trace of blood. If he hadn't touched his nose and was still breathing, Li Muge said he might not have thought that Yang Shu was dead.
"What should I do?" Li Muge felt that it was difficult. Now Yang Shu was half-stepping into the gate of hell.
Chang Yan pondered for a moment.
"I'm afraid the only thing that can save Yang Shu's life the fastest in this world is the soul-reviving grass."
Li Muge understood what Chang Yan meant when he heard Chang Yan's words.
She first worked with Chang Yan to seal Yang Shu's soul into Yang Shu's body.
Then he found a safe place to hide Yang Shu's body and made a plan to steal the Soul-Returning Grass.
It is estimated that the lord of the dungeon will find that the bride sacrificed is not a virgin.
The dungeon will definitely be disrupted by then.
Then she and Chang Yan can take advantage of the chaos and steal the soul grass.
All parties are eyeing the two peerless treasures, the Soul-Returning Grass and the Trouble-Breaking Sword.
The owner of the dungeon is lying leisurely on a tiger-skin chair.
The attendant respectfully put the blood released from the witch into a transparent glass cup.
The bright red blood is contained in the crystal clear glass cup, which looks uniquely beautiful and weird.
The lord of the underground city is called Wen Tai.
Originally he was just a third-rate monk in the Immortal Cultivation Sect.
As soon as he entered the master's sect, he had his immortal roots tested, and it was basically determined that his future was determined, but it was just a low-grade spiritual root. Even if he was given the best teacher and mental skills, he would not be able to make great achievements on the road of cultivating immortals.
No matter how much harder Wen Tai works than those disciples with good talents and good family backgrounds, he is destined to be a mediocre outer disciple in this life.
This was unacceptable to the arrogant Wen Tai.
By chance, he came into contact with the underground city.
Only then did he realize that there were so many people in this dungeon who had experienced the same thing as him.
Wen Tai's heart became more and more unbalanced.
He wanted to become stronger, and for this purpose, he designed to kill the old city lord and replace him.
It also successfully turned the originally peaceful dungeon into a paradise of sin.
"This is the last one." Wen Tai looks mediocre and has a mustache. There is yearning in his eyes. He only wants to drink the blood of the last bride of the river god.
He became an immortal that everyone looked up to.
Ascend to the throne of immortality.
It is every monk's dream.
But now this dream has almost come true for him.
Wen Tai drank half a glass of blood in one gulp with an expression of enjoyment.
But gradually he realized something was wrong. He opened his mouth frantically, trying to spit out the blood he had drank.
He even put his hand down his throat to induce vomiting.
But it's all to no avail.
The surrounding maids who were originally serving Wen Tai were frightened.
"How is it possible? It's wrong, it's wrong!" Wen Tai cast a spell and rushed to the blood-delivery guard, pinching his neck: "Tell me, where is the bride who was sent in today?"
The guard looked frightened: "Lord, spare your life, the bride is in the apse."
Wen Tai realized something was wrong and directly sucked the essence of the guard, and then stumbled to see the bride's body.
But when they arrived at the apse, there was not a young girl lying on the ground, but an old witch.
"It's impossible, it's impossible, it's impossible for this city lord to fall short of his success."
Wen Tai obviously couldn't accept this result.
The evil magic he practices must be guided by eighteen women born in the year of Xu, and he must drink their blood. By that time, he will become an immortal.
Wen Tai couldn't accept it.
He has drunk the blood of seventeen women.
Today is the last one. He has worked hard for so many years.
He will soon fulfill his long-cherished wish and accept the admiration of everyone.
But who knew that now there would be nothing left, and everything would be in vain.
Wen Tai knelt on the ground and cried.
Everyone else also knelt down when they saw it, not daring to look up again.
After a moment, Wen Tai raised his head and said, "Call the damn mayor to the city owner. If the city owner has anything to do, I need to ask him."
Wuchen was stopped by the guard.
He had already sensed something was wrong, just as he was going to the City Lord's Palace.
But he accidentally bumped into Ye Luo, and the mask on Ye Luo's face slipped.
Wuchen's eyes were filled with surprise, but he couldn't recognize him due to his current identity.
"Sorry." Ye Luo hurriedly walked away.
Zhaohua's eyes flashed with resentment, she had seen Li Muge's portrait before.
Sometimes, she really didn't understand, how could the aloof emperor never forget the female devil who was just despised by others.
Zhaohua felt sad that her innocence had been given to the emperor.
But the emperor was still unwilling to marry her, and sometimes even looked at her and called out Li Muge's name.
People are always greedy.
I got something but couldn't control it and wanted more.