Immortal Cultivation Simulation, I'm Not a Bad Woman

Hearing the words of this person who suddenly appeared.

Mei Meimei was shocked.

"You...you are the ancient elder who set up the Sixty-Four Hexagrams to suppress the sky? You are still alive?"

In the previous life, Lu Zhiqiu flashed to her side, pinched her face, and scolded:

"What words."

"Do I look like I'm dead? If I were dead, would that save you from that gray mist spirit? Can you respect me? At least... I'm half dead, right?"

Mei Meimei chuckled.

This senior seems quite interesting.

When she mentioned the Gray Mist Spirit, a look of fear appeared on her face, and she asked:

"Senior, what is that... Grey Mist Spirit?"

The eighth generation Lu Zhiqiu said solemnly:

"That was a group of evil spirits that formed after the gray fog absorbed many masters. However, it has no consciousness, only basic instincts."

"Compared to the scattered little Xiu you've met along the way, he's just a big, strong guy with no brains."

Lu Zhiqiu raised his eyebrows and said:

"But why haven't these minor cultivators integrated into the Grey Mist Spirit?"

"Is it because I'm too weak?"

The eighth generation Lu Zhiqiu nodded:

"You're right."

"I watched this evil spirit appear. It was originally formed by the fusion of three Tribulation-crossing cultivators by chance. Then it began to devour the other Tribulation-crossing cultivators in the upper three realms, and then the Mahayana cultivators... and now it has just merged into one."

"It will take many more years for her to be interested in the Nascent Soul. After all, the higher the level of cultivation, the more [delicious] it looks in its eyes."

Lu Zhiqiu asked again:

"It's already an immortal-level creation. Doesn't it have any means to gather low-level cultivators together? It has to swallow them one by one. It seems so primitive."

The eighth generation Lu Zhiqiu snapped his fingers:

“It’s right to be original.”

"It has no consciousness, only instincts. It doesn't know any magic to gather monsters. It devours other cultivators by wandering around and consuming them one by one."

Lu Zhiqiu asked again:

"But why didn't it become conscious?"

The eighth generation Lu Zhiqiu smiled slightly, with a mysterious smile:

"you guess."

Lu Zhiqiu looked at his other self and had an idea in his mind.

In all likelihood, she was the one who did it.

then.

The eighth generation Lu Zhiqiu cleared his throat and pointed to the east:

"Okay, enough small talk. We can talk about this later."

"Meiyou Bujin City is over there."

"Let's go back to the city first. Otherwise, I think Xiaomei might not be able to hold back. Let her relieve her longing for her first."

Mei Meimei had been listening silently. When she realized that her thoughts were seen through, she scratched her head, feeling a little embarrassed.

But I felt strange.

This senior seems to know her very well.

Led by Lu Zhiqiu from their previous life, the two traveled through the gray fog.

This time.

The speed was much faster than before, and Lu Zhiqiu did not need to use the sword light of the Hundred and Two Qinguan Sword to protect him. The gray fog naturally avoided the three people.

Mei Meimei asked curiously:

"Do you also have a way to resist the gray fog?"

In her previous life, Lu Zhiqiu looked at her as if she were an idiot:

"If I had no means of resistance, how could I have waited for you in the gray fog for so many years? And how did I save you just now?"

"Depending on my integrity?"

Mei Meimei's smile was mixed with embarrassment.

Lu Zhiqiu, on the other hand, looked at the other self in front of him, thinking deeply——

She sensed a hint of the aura of the Book of Omens from her. Perhaps it was because of this that she was not afraid of the invasion of the gray fog.

There is your past life self to lead the way.

Lu Zhiqiu and Mei Meimei completed the journey that was originally scheduled for two days in just half a day.

We arrived in front of a city with quite exquisite layout.

Step through the door.

Lu Zhiqiu could tell at a glance that the layout was extraordinary.

The positions of every room, every road, every tree and every tile here are carefully arranged.

High-level techniques are engraved into it.

When needed, the entire city can be transformed into an extremely terrifying offensive and defensive formation in an instant. No wonder it can be one of the oldest first-class forces. If it did not have some means, it would have been shuffled out over the endless years.

It’s a pity that under the gray fog, all the spirits have died out.

Even though the city was very well-prepared, it still couldn't stop the erosion of the gray fog.

There is no one living in this city.

And it is different from the outside world.

Outside the sect, Lu Zhiqiu and Mei Meimei could see many corpses. Although their souls were broken, at least there were traces left, proving that such a group of cultivators existed five hundred years ago.

But in the endless city of plum blossoms.

There were some minions below the fusion level, but no real high-level people above them were seen.

Mei Meimei became more and more frightened as she walked.

When she was about to reach the City Lord's Mansion in the heart of the city, she suddenly stopped, and her trembling hands showed her uneasy heart.

She wanted to go in, but was afraid that she wouldn't be able to find any trace of her old friends.

"It's okay, go in and take a look."

"There are letters from your elders in there, lots of them."

The eighth generation Lu Zhiqiu patted her shoulder, as if to encourage and comfort her.

A trace of warmth suddenly emerged in Mei Meimei's heart.

It turns out that before everyone died, they firmly believed that she would come back and even left her a letter?

She could no longer hold back and quickly rushed into the City Lord's Mansion.

Lu Zhiqiu and the eighth generation Lu Zhiqiu stopped in front of the door at the same time.

"Let's give her some time alone."

Lu Zhiqiu said softly.

"As expected of me, that's what I thought."

The other girl responded with a smile.

The two did not go in. Instead, they found a relatively clean shop outside the mansion and walked straight in.

Before entering the door.

Lu Zhiqiu pointed to the plaque with the words "Ning'an Teahouse" written above his head and said jokingly:

"It looks like this place should have sold spiritual tea five hundred years ago. I wonder what the spiritual tea in this Jiayu area tastes like."

The other self shook his head and said:

"Generally speaking, I drank a lot of spiritual tea in the Jiayu area back then, and I don't think it's much better than the tea from Jianji Sect."

The two sat down.

They stared at each other for a long time.

Lu Zhiqiu had a lot of questions in her mind and had planned to answer them one by one after meeting this person, but when she really met him face to face and faced this identical face, she suddenly didn't know where to start.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkwardly quiet.

It was Lu Zhiqiu of the eighth generation who stood up first, pecked Lu Zhiqiu lightly on the face, and then said with emotion:

"Hmm, familiar smell, the person hasn't changed."

"Why are you so silent during this meeting? You have a lot of questions, so just ask."

Lu Zhiqiu was a little embarrassed and annoyed. Just as he was about to speak, his other self took the lead. He gathered his hair and joked with a smile:

"Who made me think about myself all the time? When my soul has been wandering for tens of thousands of years and suddenly sees the body I once had, I can't control myself."

"Let's talk about something serious. As long as it's your question, I will tell you everything I know."

Ok.

This person is just like me, full of bad taste.

Lu Zhiqiu didn't want to talk more about this matter.

Let’s get straight to the point.

She thought for a while and asked the first question:

"What kind of combat power do you have now? You can remain in the gray fog and scare off the gray fog spirits. Is it because the power of the Book of Omens still remains in your body?"

The eighth generation Lu Zhiqiu held his face in his hands, somewhat intoxicated:

"As expected of me, so perceptive."

"Yes, my current combat power... is actually close to zero. I am just a broken soul that cannot be broken any further. I am lucky to be alive. How can I possibly have combat power?"

"But because I once possessed the Book of Myriad Worlds for a period of time, there is some residual energy from the Book of Myriad Worlds in my body."

"This energy helps me gain a foothold in the gray fog. At the same time, its high level can intimidate the spirits of the gray fog."

Lu Zhiqiu frowned:

"What if we don't try to intimidate the Gray Mist Spirit, but actually fight it?"

The eighth generation Lu Zhiqiu spread out his hands:

"Then I can only beg for mercy. After all, the remaining energy is too little."

Lu Zhiqiu nodded and asked the second question:

"What's the truth behind the gray fog? Why did the mastermind behind it create it?"

The eighth generation Lu Zhiqiu yawned and explained:

"This is a long story, let me start from the very beginning."

"Do you know who is behind this?"

Lu Zhiqiu rolled his eyes at her and said:

"I know why do I need to ask you?"

The eighth generation Lu Zhiqiu chuckled, suddenly stood up, leaned his upper body on the table, and said softly, face to face with Lu Zhiqiu opposite him:

"The mastermind behind this is... the Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Realm!"

Lu Zhiqiu's heart was suddenly startled.