I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 155 Daoist friend, please take a look at Fubo Island first
At the moment when the tortoise shell phantom scroll was coming down with a tremendous force, Lu Wujiu silently raised his sleeve, and a scroll of painting slipped out of his sleeve and unfolded with a bang, and a solitary peak of painted green rose from the ground!

Like a giant a hundred feet tall, standing tall and upright, he was able to collide with the tortoise shell.

"boom--"

The moment the tortoise shell shadow hit Danqing Solitary Peak, the entire underground altar was shaking, and the dry bones on the ground flew up, turned into powder, and floated into the sky.

"I have protected the human race for thousands of years, yet you are ungrateful and yet you dare to press on! You are just a top-tier force, yet you dare to show off your might! Little boy, let me teach you that there are always people who are better than you and mountains that are higher than you!"

As the scolding sounded, the terrifying devouring power swept over from under his feet and from all directions.

This is the power of the magic circle!
It was like a cauldron, a pot, a knife, and a saw, trying to turn him into dry bones and scatter his ashes in the altar.

Lu Wujiu was well prepared. He stomped his feet suddenly, and under the erosion of the True Dao, reality turned into painting.

Then I saw that where I landed, the thick ground covered with runes was emitting an enchanting white light. Wherever the white light passed, the thick rock layer suddenly took on the texture of paper.

With a twist of his toes, the "paper" with the talisman engraved on it immediately shattered into pieces.

The devouring power that wanted to erode Lu Wujiu was weakened by three points.

This was because Lu Wujiu did not understand the magic array and only destroyed the edges and corners. If he understood the magic array, this method of turning reality into painting would be enough to destroy the entire magic array.

"How dare you destroy my magic circle!"

The voice of the Ming Turtle came from all directions: "Don't blame me for being merciless!"

Before he could finish his words, a stone wall suddenly became illusory, and a huge turtle head with a pig nose emerged from it. Hot air was spewing out of its nostrils, and the turtle head suddenly opened its mouth and sprayed out.

The whistling mist poured down like heavy rain.

Lu Wujiu, who was trying his best to destroy the magic circle, turned into liquid like water and flowed to the ground.

“It turns out to be a demon!”

As the Abyss Turtle was leisurely commenting, the overwhelming mist actually filled the magic circle altar, appearing with spots of rust, and even the flowing spiritual energy began to crystallize.

At this moment, the magic circle shone brightly, illuminating the entire space and leaving no place for shadows to hide.

However, Lu Wujiu did not show up.

However, the rock layer was bulging in the place destroyed by Lu Wujiu. It turned out that Lu Wujiu used the Taoist scriptures of the Zhengyi School to open a passage and wanted to escape from the magic circle!

"You're running away now? It's too late!"

Seeing this, Fu Bo Ming Gui was neither surprised nor angry. He mocked casually, and the bluestone ground covered with magic circles suddenly bulged.

But then a giant claw covered with green scales broke through the wall, and in the sharp claws was Lu Wujiu, whose figure appeared under the strong light.

"boom!"

Amidst a deafening roar, the turtle claws slammed Lu Wujiu against the wall, and its five toes were like a cage, pinning Lu Wujiu to the stone wall!
Lu Wujiu wanted to dye the truth and destroy the turtle claw, but he didn't expect that the mist floating on the altar had already frozen the place. The strength that he could usually exert with a wave of his hand now required more than ten times.

As a result, his movements became several times slower.

One step at a time, one step at a time.

Before Ran Zhen's Dao could rush out of his body, lines of tortoise shell patterns covered his body, sealing all his magical powers within his shell.

This is not the end. As time passed, these tortoise shell patterns even seeped into his flesh and blood, sealing his eight extraordinary meridians and even his dantian.

But in a moment, he lost the power to resist.

The ruined hall fell silent, with only the remaining magical powers still carrying out the master's will, shining endlessly.

"If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the wine! Do you still want me to swear an oath now?"

On the altar, the magic circle shone, the light gathered, and the human-shaped phantom of Fu Bo Ming Turtle appeared again.

It stepped on the turtle claws that popped out of the ground and climbed up the stairs step by step. It came close to Lu Wujiu with a mocking look on its face. "Hehe..."

Lu Wujiu, whose whole body was sealed, laughed softly.

"You're sacrificing the lifespan of humanity for the sake of protection, old bastard! You can still utter the word 'gratitude'? Aren't you ashamed? Perhaps the Fire Spirit's arrival a thousand years ago was the cause of the disaster you brought upon the world."

The eyes of the Ming Turtle became deep.

"Humankind is truly ungrateful! After two days of peace, they've completely forgotten the horror of the flames that filled the sky, leaving no fish or shrimp alive, and no one answering their cries to heaven or earth! We should have immediately released the seal, allowing the fire spirit to boil the East China Sea and leave millions dead."

"Then let go!"

Lu Wujiu sneered, "You dare not! Once the seal is released, where will you harvest your lifespan? Who would be willing to harvest your lifespan?"

Minggui had no expression on his face when he heard this, or perhaps it could be said that in his eyes, Lu Wujiu was already a corpse.

"A dying man dares to bark like that! You are from the Nine Paths and don't care about the East China Sea. How could I be fooled?"

"You really don't dare!"

Perhaps it was Lu Wujiu's refusal to admit his mistakes that angered Fu Bo Ming Gui. He chuckled and said, "You little idiot, you're talking about justice on one side and the people on the other. If you were standing a thousand years ago, would you have a good solution?"

Lu Wujiu narrowed his eyes: "This is not a reason for you to arbitrarily reap the lifespans of ordinary people."

"You're the one who points to the mountains and rivers, yet you spit on the stars. You're the one who calls yourself sick when the chess game is broken. I've seen many people like you. You don't care about the people of the East China Sea, you only care about your own lifespan."

Lu Wujiu nodded: "A smile hides a ruler measuring the heavens, yet it can measure the world short of a pound. No gold is pure, and no one is perfect. You are right. To be honest, if the story of the fire spirit falling from the sky is true, it is understandable that you took some of my life. But I have not enjoyed your grace, so why should you take away my life?"

Ming Turtle shook his head, and the topic returned to the beginning.

He was willing to return his lifespan, but Lu Wujiu didn't trust him at all.

He must swear by the way of heaven!
However, as a great demon of the fourth rank, if he swore so casually, wouldn't all his cultivation be in vain?

"You have your reasons, my husband. Well, whatever! Talking is useful, so why cultivate this magical power? Do you know why I'm wasting my words with you?"

Lu Wujiu said nothing.

"With a third-class cultivation, being able to discern the decline of one's lifespan is definitely not a Taoist skill, but a true divine ability. Hand over this divine ability, and I will spare your life. Otherwise... these withered bones in this dark room will be your fate."

Lu Wujiu said: "You swear first!"

"Crack!"

The sharp claws that were locking onto him suddenly tightened three points, and the tips of the claws pierced into the rock wall, even cutting Lu Wujiu's skin.

"Um?!"

The Fu Bo Ming Turtle, who was originally threatening, suddenly had his pupils shrink when he saw this.

However, the flesh and blood were exposed at the cut skin of Lu Wujiu, but no blood was flowing. It was pitch black inside, like a huge mouth of the abyss, emitting silent laughter.

——This is not Lu Wujiu’s real body.

"Don't be so angry! Look, you said I was full of selfishness, but aren't you the same?"

Lu Wujiu grinned.

"Crack!"

Upon hearing this, Minggui's face darkened and he clenched his five fingers together, ready to crush Lu Wujiu's clone.

Unexpectedly, Lu Wujiu suddenly said, "Daoyou, you should take a look at Fubo Island first. It won't be too late to kill this clone of mine later!"

Minggui froze, and he looked at Lu Wujiu deeply, his eyes becoming empty.

(End of this chapter)