Night falls.

Chixiao Peak.

"Master, this is the snow lotus porridge specially made for you by Ling'er. I have added a lot of spiritual medicine to replenish qi and blood. Drink it while it's hot."

Ling'er walked in with a small bowl of snow lotus porridge, and a smell of medicine came to her nose.

Today, when Zhan Wuque came out of the Martial Tower, Ling'er turned pale, and she secretly remembered it in her heart. After leaving the Jade Girl Peak, she immediately bought some spiritual medicines to replenish qi and blood, and came back to cook them.

"I'm interested."

Zhan Wuque took it and asked casually, "Where is Feixue, why didn't she come back with you?"

"I heard that it is because of the registered disciple of Leng Peak, so I cannot easily leave the peak. There may not be many opportunities to come back in the future."

Ling'er thought for a while and said.

Zhan Wuqi nodded.

Since you have become Leng Shuang’s registered disciple, you must focus on training. It is not surprising that there are some special requirements.

He picked up the snow lotus porridge, not afraid of being hot, so he poured it into his mouth and drank it all in one go.

“It tastes good.”

Zhan Wuque praised him and felt a heat flow slowly spread from his abdomen to the surroundings, which was extremely comfortable.

"If the master likes it, Ling'er will make porridge for the master every day." Ling'er received the praise and said excitedly.

Zhan Wuque shook his head, "You should focus on your cultivation and be promoted to a core disciple as soon as possible."

"Come on, let's play out the martial arts I taught last time."

"yes."

Ling'er took out the sword, tapped her lotus feet lightly, and suddenly stabbed forward.

When the stab was halfway through, it shook suddenly, and the sword flowers flew, and a sparse sword shadow flashed.

"stop!"

Zhan Wuque stood up and took the sword from Ling'er.

"I'm optimistic," Zhan Wuque said, and his sword shook and instantly turned into countless afterimages.

The sword flowers are floating in the air, beautiful.

"go!"

Zhan Wuque raised his hand gently, and all the sword flowers instantly shot on the wall of the secret room, leaving dense pits.

"Did you see it? Although I have not practiced this book "Fallen Flowers and Flowing Water", I can still exert some power."

Zhan Wuque handed the sword to Ling'er, "This sword technique emphasizes the use of quick attacks and quick stops and quick practice. When you practice to great success, every time you stab a sword flower, it will be generated, and it will not disperse for a long time. The sword flower can hurt the enemy, and it can also retreat to the enemy to save your life."

"From tomorrow, you can only end by wielding the basic sword technique of "Fallen Flowers and Flowing Water" a thousand times every day to reach the state of unity of the heart and sword."

Upon hearing this, Ling'er looked bitter.

If she is a thousand times a day, she will not be exhausted.

"Come here, I will teach you another body technique that is good at speed."

Zhan Wuque taught "The World at the Scenes" to Ling'er.

But this technique was too mysterious. After several hours, Ling'er gradually realized it under Zhan Wuque's guidance, and then retreated back to her room and began to practice.

Zhan Wuque walked out of the secret room and came to the top of Chixiao Peak, with a little sadness in his eyes.

The reason why I passed the faraway place to Ling'er was for her safety.

He may be away in a few days, and he will be close to the world. If he encounters danger, Ling'er will have more chances of escape.

The palms spread out and the star core emerged.

Zhan Wuque looked directly above, where there were eighteen levels of hell.

His eyes seemed to see the sword mountain of the first hell through layers of formations.

On the sword mountain, three blurry figures were kneeling on the sharp knife tip and slowly crawling.

They seemed to have flesh and blood, and blood kept flowing down their palms and knees.

"Bang!"

A whip thrust hard on the man crawling on the back.

"Climb me quickly!"

A whip-holding evil spirit roared.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

The three of them quickly accelerated, but the consequence was that the knife energy drilled into the body along the wound and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow.

One of the people in the middle looked up, with a daze in his eyes.

It’s Qin Ming!

In front and behind him were Su Can and Xiao Zhan.

"Xiao Zhan!"

A majestic voice rolled from the sky, and the first level of hell was trembling.

"This voice, you are Zhan Wuque!"

Xiao Zhan suddenly looked up and looked at a huge face that appeared in the sky.

It's exactly the same as Zhan Wuque!

Xiao Zhan's eyes showed extreme horror.

Before, Qin Ming and Su Can told him that everything here was done by Zhan Wuque. Not only did he not believe it, he also tried his best to refute it.

On that day, he was eaten by three demon wolves and died, and he didn't see the shadow of Zhan Wuque at all. This place is obviously the legendary hell. How could it be that Zhan Wuque was caused by it?

But now, he was stunned.

Zhan Wuque's huge human face filled the sky above the entire first level of hell.

"What kind of monster is he!"

Xiao Zhan was extremely frightened. His three views were shattered by the impact at this moment, and he began to doubt his life.

"Greetings to the Lord of Hell!"

The whip holds the whip and kneels on the ground and says respectfully.

Judging from his appearance, it turned out to be Ma Liang.

After all, Ma Liang is an old friend. Zhan Wuque accidentally took his soul and could not let him drive him at will like other souls, so he gave him some privileges to specifically manage the evil ghosts in the first level of hell.

Ma Liang looked excited.

He had wanted to go to the real hell to be reincarnated, but now he has already given up this idea.

Here, besides Zhan Wuque, he is the only overlord, the local overlord.

Where can I be free when reincarnated?

Most importantly, he guessed that Zhan Wuque wanted to build another hell.

If Zhan Wuque succeeds, then he will be the judge of the first level of hell!

One of the eighteen judges of the 18th floor of Hell!

In Ma Lian's heart, Zhan Wuque had long regarded him as an ancient and even an ancient powerful man.

Otherwise, how do you explain all this?

He had only fear in his heart, so when Zhan Wuque appeared, he lay down on the ground without hesitation.

The huge human face in the sky gradually shrank and soon turned into a light and shadow in front of several people.

This is transformed by Zhan Wuque's divine thought.

"Qin Ming, Su Can, said, who gave you the dragon lewd sac."

Zhan Wuque looked at the two ghosts.

"I'm delusional, even if we become ghosts now, I won't tell you!"

Qin Ming roared, his eyes full of madness.
Chapter completed!