Men wear women, and Lu Ding is forced to marry

There is a divine bird called the Golden Crow in the Beast Taming Sect.

The divine bird Golden Crow has lived on the Fusang tree for ten thousand years and can be regarded as the non-human ancestor of the Beast Taming Sect.

The Fusang tree is formed by two mulberry trees hugging each other. It is thousands of feet high and has tens of thousands of golden threads wrapped around it. It symbolizes the destiny of life and death and reincarnation.

The pressure from this sacred tree is extremely strong, so the Beast Taming Sect has designated this place as a forbidden area, and no one is allowed to enter without permission, in order to protect the sect's disciples.

Even with Chen Zhou's Jindan cultivation level, he still had difficulty breathing when he came here. The true energy in his meridians seemed to be forcibly squeezed out. He didn't dare to stay for long and climbed up a tree to break off a branch.

The hibiscus tree shook, and countless branches wrapped around his body at lightning speed, weaving into a huge cage. However, in an instant, brilliant golden light filled the air, and the overwhelming immortal energy pressed him so hard that he could not breathe.

Chen Zhou reached out and took out the Green Lotus Magic Lamp. The branches shrank back as if they had touched a flame. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he moved nimbly and lightly and ran out of the barrier.

As soon as he stood firm, his nose felt hot and blood started flowing out.

The hibiscus branch in my hand exudes a faint green light, and when it lightly touches my skin, I feel a sense of detachment from the world, as if I am indifferent to life and death.

There are wood-type spiritual treasures, but thunder-type spiritual treasures are very rare.

The Beast Taming Sect did not find the thunder-type magic treasure, so Chen Zhou turned to the War Sect.

The Zhan Sect is poorer than all other sects. Most of its disciples are not from aristocratic families, but are children from poor families with a destiny to become immortals.

Chen Zhou did find a few promising talents, but their master was not strong enough, and the development of these promising talents lagged behind that of the elite disciples from other sects.

Most of the warriors in the War Sect have physical training. Physical training consumes a lot of magic weapons in close combat, so clothes, pants, and shoes——

It all costs money.

Without money, you have nothing.

Disciples need to work hard, and teachers also need to work hard.

This time, Chen Zhou stayed relatively longer. Before leaving, several elders of the Zhan Sect looked very guilty and kept saying good things to him.

Dugu Xi's message reached the sect very early, and several elders on duty did their best and gave out everything they could. As for the next step up, they could only go to the secluded supreme elder.

Generally speaking, the Supreme should not be disturbed unless the sect's survival is at stake.

There is really no other way.

The spirit boat sailed away through the layers of clouds. The disciples saluted and watched it go, surrounding it for a long time and were reluctant to leave.

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Going to Zhan Zong was not without gain.

Thunder-type magical treasures are rare, but thunder tribulations are common in the world of cultivation.

When the Zhan Zong's disciples survived the thunder tribulation, they mostly endured it with their physical bodies, without using any magic weapons, only hurting themselves.

Thunder tribulation can temper the body. If it falls on a spiritual creature in heaven or earth, it may occasionally successfully temper a world-shaking treasure.

If one wants to refine a heavenly spiritual treasure, one must at least have the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder encountered when transcending tribulation above the stage of Spirit Transformation.

This is difficult to handle.

Shen Zhou was full of worries.

I know how to do it, but it's obviously impossible to accomplish.

The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, that was something he simply couldn't access in a short period of time.

As for trying to take advantage of the thunder tribulation of other powerful beings, it is even more impossible. The pressure alone is enough to make him suffer.

What about the secret realm?

If there is an ancient secret realm, I wonder if it is too late to enter now.

Chen Zhou didn't consider the secret realm at first.

The spiritual treasures in the secret realm are unknown, the opening time needs to be calculated, and the leaving time is also uneven. The more powerful the secret realm, the longer it is closed. Once you enter, you may not be able to get out for several years.

A few years is nothing to a cultivator, but Ling Yun can't wait now.

What else can be done?

"Don't think about it, take a break." Ling Yun finished making the soup, and she felt relieved. She brought over a small basket of pastries and placed it opposite Chen Zhou.

Chen Zhou ignored her. Time passed day by day, and there was really not much time left.

Ling Yun coughing up blood was a sign.

What if it is repaired? It is only a temporary solution, not a permanent one.

As long as the demon seed stays in her body for one day, her body will deteriorate.

Now it can still be repaired with medication, but what if it gets worse?

The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly burst out in my heart.

Chen Zhou has always been a very optimistic person.

When he came to another world ten years ago, he did not give up on himself.

When he discovered that the man was born with a slow cultivation speed, he did not complain.

When he first discovered that he was the cauldron, he still felt that everything was possible.

The furnace and cauldron may not be unable to become immortal!

Now he just felt powerless.

He doesn't know how capable a person is.

In the face of time, everything is very cruel.

No matter how fast you advance, you are still bound by the rules of nature.

There was simply no time.

His eyes were wet. Ling Yun looked at him, then looked away without saying anything.

After a long time, the dryness in Chen Zhou's eyes faded away, he stood up, walked to the window and looked out.

"Everyone has his own destiny." Ling Yun held the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other, and slowly scooped up a spoonful of the delicious fish soup.

The hair that was curled on her shoulders fell down, and she said in a neither light nor heavy voice: "If Master can't do anything, I can only say that I can't escape this disaster."

"You are doomed to die."