In the world of cultivating immortals, people can have a 50/50 relationship with anyone

Shen Yue took a nap.

When he woke up, he felt like the sky had fallen.

Because he saw Li Zhoujun roasting chicken by the lake, and the aroma was overwhelming.

"Oh my good Lord!"

Shen Yue held her face with her little hands, her expression full of fear.

"What have you done?!" Shen Yue came up to Li Zhoujun, pointed at the fire where the chicken was being roasted, and questioned Li Zhoujun.

"Roasted chicken?" Li Zhoujun was puzzled. "Wait until I'm done roasting it. Can you have a bite?"

"Do you know who lives in the north of Shenyue Valley?" Shenyue wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Li didn't provoke anyone, he just roasted a chicken. Why are you so panicked?" Li Zhoujun asked with a smile.

"The one who lives in the north of Shenyue Valley is Mother Aungsan, whose true form is an old black hen. You are roasting a chicken here, isn't that too superficial?!" Shenyue was almost broken.

Li Zhoujun was stunned: "There is such a thing?"

Just at this moment, a black feather like an arrow flew from the north of Shenyue Valley, cut through the night sky, and shot silently towards Li Zhoujun's back.

However, the feather was caught by an old hand in the void.

The one who takes action is a saint of both reality and illusion.

"Saint of Reality and Fakeness! How dare you stop me?!"

A scolding voice came from the north of Shenyue Valley.

Li Zhoujun and Chen Yue both looked towards the place where the sound came from.

I saw an old lady in black robe appear not far from them at some point.

"Mother Aung San, you can't touch him."

The Saint of Reality and Void walked out of the void.

Li Zhoujun couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the Saint of Reality and Virtuality who suddenly appeared.

The Saint of Reality and Fakeness looked at Li Zhoujun at this time, raised the black feather in his hand, and said with a smile: "Are you touched? If it weren't for me, you would be dead. Also, I helped you enter Shenyue Valley. Otherwise, with your Eternal Ninth Stage cultivation, you would definitely not be able to enter this place."

Li Zhoujun was a little surprised when he heard this.

Shen Yue looked at the tense atmosphere in front of her and pinched her philtrum hard, trying her best to avoid fainting on the spot.

at the same time.

Mother Aung San looked at the Saint of Reality and Fakeness with narrowed eyes: "What is your relationship with this guy who roasts chicken every day?

Also, since you didn't leave, why did you let him roast chicken near me, an old lady? Do you look down on me?"

The Saint of Reality and Fakeness sneered: "Don't even think about roasting a chicken, this kid, even if I want to roast you, I think it's your honor!"

"Looking for death!" Upon hearing this, Aung San's mother's face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

Xie Tiansheng and Ling Zhi were also watching the fun in secret at this time.

At the same time, Aung San Mother took action, swung her hands, her robes rolled, and a hurricane suddenly blew up in Shenyue Valley.

"Two old seniors, please calm down because I'm so cute! Calm down!" Shen Yue screamed repeatedly.

"Shut up!"

Aung San Mother and the Saint of Reality and Illusion shouted at Chen Yue at the same time.

"Okay, shut up now." Shen Yue said quickly.

Li Zhoujun: "..."

At the same time, Shen Yue looked at Li Zhoujun with resentment on her face, but didn't say anything more.

After all, if we have to hold someone accountable for this issue, I also share a large part of the responsibility for not informing Li Zhoujun in advance that he could not roast the chicken here.

Of course, the most important thing is that the Saint of Reality and Falsehood stands behind Li Zhoujun, and he cannot afford to offend him.

Facing Shen Yue's resentful eyes, Li Zhoujun felt a little embarrassed: "Next time you encounter something, Li will help you if he can, and he will not refuse."

Shen Yue rolled her eyes, waved her hand, and a line of words appeared on the ground, "Don't cause trouble for me, thank God."

at the same time.

When the Saint of Fake and Real saw Aung San’s mother take action, he couldn’t help but laugh: “Old lady, do you think I can’t control you?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a talisman appeared in the hand of Saint Xu Shi, and he threw the talisman away. The talisman turned into golden light and dissipated. In the Shenyue Valley, the hurricane caused by Mother Aung San all dissipated at this moment.

Aung San Mother would not give up. She appeared in front of Saint Xu Shi like a ghost, and in her hand appeared a black iron chicken-head cane, which she smashed towards Saint Xu Shi's head with great force.

The Saint of Reality and Falsehood stood still.

However, the crutch that fell on the head of Saint Xu Shi seemed to have encountered no obstacles. It passed through the body of Saint Xu Shi and fell heavily to the ground.

In an instant, the entire Shenyue Valley was shaken by Aung San Suu Kyi's crutch.

The body of the Saint of Virtual Reality also dissipated at this moment.

Aung San Suu Kyi's mother's face changed.

Obviously, what she hit with her crutch just now was just an afterimage left by the Saint of Reality and Illusion.

"Although his abilities are average, he has a bad temper." The voice of the Saint of Reality and Falsehood sounded behind Aung San's mother.

The corner of Aung San's eyes twitched, and she picked up her walking stick and turned around to hit the Saint of Reality and Falsehood.

This time, the Saint of Reality and Void did not dodge. He raised his hand and steadily caught the cane in Aung San Mother's hand. Then he pushed it forward, and Aung San Mother staggered back several steps.

The Void Saint chuckled and said, "Your strength is much weaker than mine among the Eternal Eleventh Level."

Mother Aung San Suu Kyi did not speak.

After just a few exchanges, Mother Aung San knew that she was no match for the Real Saint. At this moment, she looked at Li Zhoujun with an unpleasant expression and said, "Young man, do you dare to tell me your name?"

"Li Zhoujun." Li Zhoujun said.

"Hmph, today's matter is not over yet." After saying this, Mother Aung San soared into the sky and left Shenyue Valley.

The Saint of Void and Reality did not pursue him. He waved his sleeves and took Li Zhoujun into a void.

"Thank you, old sir." Li Zhoujun bowed to the Saint of Reality and Void.

"No need to thank me. I can beat several people like Aung San's mother... um..."

The Saint of Falsehood and Reality waved his hand and was about to put on a good show in front of Li Zhoujun when his face suddenly turned pale, and then with a "puff" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Old sir, you are seriously injured. Is there anything I can help you with?" Upon seeing this, Li Zhoujun hurriedly went forward to support the Saint of Void and Reality.

The Saint of Reality and Fake wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, waved his hand, and emphasized: "This injury of mine was not caused by fighting with Mother Aung San, but by escaping from the hands of the remnant soul of the demon god. When the remnant soul of the demon god was alive, he was at the eternal twelfth level."

"So if we find the remaining soul of the demon god, we can heal the old man's injuries?" Li Zhoujun asked.

The Saint of Reality and Fakeness said with a smile: "That is true, but the remnant soul of the demon god is not only powerful, but also has no intelligence. It only knows how to slaughter all living things it encounters. Among the cultivators of the Eternal Eleventh Level, there are only a handful who can deal with the remnant soul of the demon god.

In order to cure this old man's injury, either you need to let the residual soul of the demon god come and draw away the power of the residual soul of the demon god in my body, or you need to ask an eternal twelfth-level cultivator, or an extremely powerful eternal eleventh-level cultivator to take action and draw away the power of the residual soul of the demon god in my body.

But do you think, is this possible?

Not to mention that the remaining soul of the demon god has no intelligence.

It is not known whether there are any cultivators of the twelfth level of eternity in the Eternal Continent now.

Why would a powerful Eternal Eleventh Order monk risk being devoured by the power of the Devil's residual soul to help me?"

Li Zhoujun smiled and said, "Li will try his best to find a way to help the old man heal his injuries."

The Saint of Reality and Fakeness smiled and said, "I hope so."

"By the way, old sir, the fishing rod you mentioned earlier..." Li Zhoujun said to the Saint of Reality and Falsehood.

The face of the Void Saint changed: "I am tired, you can go now."

After saying that, the Saint of Void and Reality waved his sleeves and sent Li Zhoujun out of the void.

Li Zhoujun returned to Shenyue Valley and stood there, shaking his head helplessly.

In fact, what Li Zhoujun wanted to say was that it didn’t matter whether the fishing rod was given or not.