When he came to the Fusang tree, Han Jue noticed that Murong Qi had returned. He meditated under the tree and thought hard.

The black prison chicken was dozing on the tree, Yang Tiandong was practicing, Xun Chang'an sat on the edge of the cliff, looking at the sky, wondering what he was thinking, and his back was sad.

Han Jue looked up and saw that there were still three suns in the sky.

Those two little golden crows couldn't get in but refused to leave. They were so persistent.

When Murong Qi saw Han Jue coming, he quickly got up and saluted.

Han Jue nodded slightly.

Murong Qi leaned over and asked nervously: "Master, can I ask you for advice?"

"What do you ask?"

"Which one of the most powerful ways in the world? Sword path?"

"There is no strongest Tao, only the strongest Taoist monk."

"Master, I feel like I am not suitable for kendo."

Murong Qi looked worried. He often went out to perform missions recently. He found that his combat power could not be as good as the geniuses in the rumor, and he even felt that he was a little mediocre.

Han Jue asked calmly: "What do you think is suitable for you?"

"I don't know either."

"Then go and learn. There are various magical magic in the Yuqing Holy Sect. When you find something suitable for you, come to me and I will personally guide you."

"Thank you, Master!"

Murong Qi was surprised, and hurriedly bowed and left directly.

Han Jue looked at the Fusang tree. The Fusang tree was already very tall, and the earth immortal gourd vines on the tree were also good, but I don’t know when it would bloom and bear fruit.

After watching for a while, Han Jue returned to the innate cave and began to practice the ninth level of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Practice!

...

A year later.

In that spacious and huge prison hall, tens of thousands of righteous monks are still practicing their skills.

The hall was filled with a demonic energy, constantly eroding the spiritual power of the righteous monks. The monks could only practice and resist tenaciously, and suffer immensely.

Xing Hongxuan and Fairy Xixuan are also practicing.

Most of the time, the monks did not communicate, as if they were in seclusion.

Boom-

The gate of the hall suddenly opened, and a burly figure appeared, which was the greedy demon arhat.

The greedy demon arhat glanced at the monks in the hall and slowly spoke: "You have half a year left. If you are willing to join the demon path, you can report to the demon cultivators outside the hall at any time. In half a year, the ceremony for the demons will be opened. Anyone who does not want to surrender will become the sacrifice of the true demon!"

Leaving these words, the greedy demon arhat turned around.

"Wait! I'm willing to become a magic cultivator!"

A middle-aged man shouted loudly and stood up tremblingly.

The monks around him cast angry eyes on him.

One of them drew his sword directly, trying to kill the middle-aged man.

A demonic energy appeared out of nowhere, blocking its sword and flying out, and then entangled around the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man showed surprise on his face.

Seeing this, the other monks could not hold back.

"I am willing to join the devil's way too!"

"Me too!"

"Please protect us!"

"I don't want to die, sorry, everyone!"

"Friends, we have tried our best, it's really not possible!"

More and more monks stood up.

The disciples of the Yuqing Holy Sect also had their eyes flashing and they were restless.

The Jiuding Zhenren said in a deep voice: "My disciples of the Yuqing Holy Sect can only die upright and not surrender to the demon!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Yuqing Holy Sect looked at each other, and none of them stood up.

Xing Hongxuan called into the storage ring, but Han Jue did not answer, so she could only sigh.

Han would never help them in the current situation.

Even if Han Jue came here in person, it would be impossible to cross the mountains, rivers and seas in a short time to come here.

You know, it took them decades to rush here.

...

Five months later.

Murong Qi visited Han Jue and said that he had found a path that suited him.

Han Jue walked out of the Innate Cave and took him to the Fusang tree to sit down.

The Sword of Wudao also came with him to join in the fun.

The black prison chicken on the tree opened his eyes and looked at them curiously.

"Master, I think the weapon that suits me is guns, or long soldiers, but few cultivators use long soldiers, and long soldiers are more suitable for mortal warfare." Murong Qi said distressedly.

Han Jue was not surprised, he was worthy of being the God of War in the Divine Palace.

The gods of war are indeed mostly long-term soldiers, whether it is myths or the mortal world.

Han Jue waved his hand, cut off a branch of the Fusang tree, and used his spiritual power to cut it into a wooden gun, handed it to Murong Qi, and said, "From now on, it will be your gun."

After Murong Qi caught it, he was stunned. He did not dislike it, but was surprised.

The Fusang tree is Han Jue's most precious treasure, and even attracted two suns. This tree must be a sacred tree. Han Jue actually cut off a branch for him...

Others don't have such treatment!

【Murrong Qi's favorability towards you has increased, and the current favorability is 5 stars】

"Master, this..." Murong Qi hesitated.

Xun Chang'an also quickly spoke, "Master, this is impossible!"

Han Jue glared at him and said, "You can help me connect the branches now?"

Xun Chang'an was embarrassed and could only give up.

"Today, I preach to you, talking about the true meaning of heaven and earth, to see if you can understand your own supernatural powers or Taoism."

Han Jue continued, and when Yang Tiandong heard this, he hurriedly sat over.

When Mahayana preaches, even the genius of the Heavenly Immortal Palace may not be able to treat this kind of treatment!

Han Jue began to preach, his voice was unfathomable, which made Murong Qi and others quickly enter a state of comprehension and deep thought.

They did not hear what Han Jue said clearly, but Han Jue's voice had such a force that could allow them to quickly enter into meditation and even improve their understanding!

...

boom!

The gate of the hall opened, and a famous demon cultivator rushed in quickly. The voice of the greedy demon arhat came out, saying, "Escort them to the demon-welcoming altar, but those who dare to resist will be killed directly!"

The monks of the righteous path suddenly became panicked.

Huang Jihao stood up first and snorted coldly: "I want to see if you can laugh to the end!"

He took the lead and did not allow other demon cultivators to touch him.

The others stood up, and the same was true for Jiuding Zhenren, Xing Hongxuan, and Fairy Xixuan.

Jiuding Zhenren laughed while walking.

"My disciples of Yuqing Holy Sect are all good!"

His words immediately swept away the fear of the disciples of the Yuqing Holy Sect.

All of them had blood in their chests.

Why not be afraid of death!

Xing Hongxuan noticed that many of the demon cultivators around her were righteous monks who had surrendered before, and she couldn't help but show contempt.

She sighed softly: "Husband, I will be a husband and wife in the next life."

"Is your husband Elder Han?" Fairy Xixuan asked.

Xing Hongxuan also lives in the Mount Chengxian Mountain, but the two women don’t have much friendship.
To be continued...