Wu Luo nodded in his heart. He didn't know how many times this man had experienced the test of life and death before he could condense such a strong bloody aura in his body and armor.

"It's me."

The man nodded and took out a black wooden box from his arms: "Lord Demon Lord, I will give you this thing."

Wu Luo was stunned: "Demon Lord?"

The fierce general handed the box to him, showed respectful expressions, and clasped his fists hard to the upper left of his body: "My Lord Tianmu Zuo Shi Yewu, my master, has killed the predecessor of the Demon Lord ten days ago, and was crowned the new Demon Lord of the Ten Directions Demon Realm, and was awarded the title of Yusha!"

Wu Luo was stunned. He had no idea about the Demon Lord and the Ten-Term Demon Realm, but he understood one thing: there was a big battle, and Zuo Shi Yewu won.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

When Zuo Shi Yewu was leaving, Wu Luo could guess that the upper realm was not peaceful. Zuo Shi Yewu was seriously injured and escaped into the Demon Abyss, and then he came to these five realms and met him unintentionally.

Now that he knew that he had returned to the upper realm, he defeated the powerful enemy, he was naturally very relieved. He was originally worried about her, but now he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He suddenly smiled: "The title Yusha? Then she is the Yusha Demon Lord? This name is only limited to the Tianmu of Mosha. By the way, Zuo Shi Yewu can't get a good name, right?"

The powerful general's face looked strange. Wu Luo saw that he seemed to be holding a soaked shit and said with a funny expression, "If you have anything, just say it."

"Before my Lord came, he said to the general: He will make fun of my name, don't kill him in anger."

"If my Lord had not given this explanation, you were very disrespectful to my Lord just now, it would be a death sentence!"

Wu Luo was stunned for a moment and smiled and said, "She really knows me."

But he didn't take the threat from the powerful general to heart.

Wu Luo looked at the small door of Mo Luoyuan: "It's not easy for you to come here all the way?"

The powerful general did not hide it: "When he set out, he would be the ten major generals around him. Now there are only three people left. They are waiting for me behind the door."

Wu Luo nodded, as if he was talking to himself: "She had only pacified the Ten-Party Demon Realm ten days ago. At this time, it must be the time to use people, but he would send a powerful general like you to deliver things to me. Alas..."

The fierce general's face twitched a few times, and the hideous scar was like a centipede lying. Obviously, he was very reluctant to accept this task.

Wu Luo sighed, lost his mind for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and he tinkered in the "National Kingdom of Heaven" for a while, and took out a jade box: "Give it to your Yusha Demon Lord for me."

The fierce general didn't say anything, and took it over and said, "If nothing else is done, I will go back."

Wu Luo nodded: "Thank you, General."

The powerful general was not polite and turned around and entered the Demon Luoyuan. The door was very small and he was burly, so it was really hard to get in.

Wu Luo touched the box in his hand and sat down on the chair on the side. He turned his head and seemed to see Zuo Shi Yewu sitting aside again. The two of them were drinking tea and talking laughed.

Wu Luo can't help Zuo Shi Yewu, at least he can't help now.

But he has the Divine Blood Stone.

He took another piece and asked the fierce general to give it to Zuo Shi Yewu.

...

Early in the morning, Wu Luo rushed back to Wuzhuang Temple.

After a night of noisy, the outside of Wuzhuang Temple became quiet in the early morning, because the three hundred candidates who entered the Huaishanhexian Tomb were finally confirmed.

Although Wu Luo had already rushed back as fast as possible, the three hundred monks, all excitedly, were standing by the river waiting for him.

Meng Lianen came to him and whispered: "These people have been waiting for half an hour..."

Wu Luo couldn't help but smile bitterly and asked casually: "What did you do when you ran to the river in the middle of the night?"

Meng Lianen was stunned: "Last night? By the river? I've been sleeping all the time and haven't been out." Wu Luo glanced at him, Meng Lianen looked confused, not as if she was a fake. Moreover, there was no need for Meng Lianen to hide it. It was probably because she had read it wrong.

Thousands of monks gathered around these Wuzhuang Temple, among which there must be people with similar figures as Meng Lianen.

"Zhu Hong!" Wu Luo shouted, and Zhu Hong felt embarrassed: "You can't call me second brother?"

Wu Luo ignored him and said seriously: "After we enter the Huaishanhexian Tomb, you still lead the three hundred fire cloud chariot soldiers to the entrance. Those who dare to intrude without permission will be killed without mercy!"

As soon as Wu Luo spoke, he was full of murderous aura. Zhu Hong shouted sternly: "Get order!"

The monks around were secretly frightened. A little smarter felt that Wu Luo was really emitting a trace of murderous aura when he spoke. This murderous aura was subtle, but it was the most terrifying, which showed that Wu Luo was definitely not acting like a person.

The monks who had some other thoughts had to wait outside the immortal tomb honestly.

Wu Luo has always been straightforward and neat in his work. After passing the order to Zhu Hong, he said nothing and was about to set off. His eyes swept over the three famous monks, but suddenly sighed: "Be careful, everyone!"

However, most of the three hundred monks were very excited about entering the Immortal Tomb, and their eyes were impatient. There were only a few people, and they could see Wu Luo's concerns, and they were also doubtful.

Most people think that if three hundred monks are in, what dangers can’t be dealt with?

But I forgot that the Donghu Underground Palace also used the power of the entire cultivation world to enter, but there were heavy casualties and eventually left a huge hidden danger.

"Let's go." Wu Luo waved his hand, and the monks immediately ran towards the entrance, in a mess, without any discipline. Wu Luo shook his head even more, with a little more worry.

He found Taoist Wuliu and whispered: "Senior, so many of us gather here, I'm afraid that the devil will salivate. After I go in, you must be careful..."

Taoist Wuliu was stunned: "Thousands of monks gathered together, how powerful is that? How dare that devil come to die?"

Wu Luo smiled bitterly: "You don't know that the more people, the more benefits it will be for him. He will never miss this opportunity."

Taoist Wuliu nodded: "The old Taoist understands, Master Wu, don't worry, we will be on guard."

Although Wu Luo saw that he agreed, he looked a little dissatisfied. He knew that it was useless to say it, so he could only shake his head secretly.

He entrusted this matter to Taoist Wuliu, which was a must. Although there were many people coming this time, only ordinary elders were sent to the Nine Heavenly Gate. Bian Xiliang was the highest among the people. But Wu Luo had a conflict with him, so it was difficult to entrust him to this matter.

The heads of the Nine Heavenly Sects were unwilling to come from all over the world and had to obey the orders of a junior, so they all hid. Anyway, as long as the people from their own sect are present, their benefits will always be indispensable.

Three hundred monks gathered under the two huge dragon horse sculptures, waiting for Wu Luo to meet, and then they could enter the Huaishanhe Immortal Tomb.

Wu Luo rushed up from behind, thinking while walking, but was still a little worried. He suddenly stopped and grabbed Zhu Hong: "Send someone to call A Jin and Gu Muqing."

"Hmm?" Zhu Hong was surprised.

"I'll take them by my side, so I feel more at ease." Wu Luo said as he looked around again: "If there is anything, you don't have to worry about anything. Hurry up and go to the immortal tomb to find me."

Zhu Hong was stunned: "What else can I do?"

Wu Luo waved his hand: "Prevent problems before they happen."

Zhu Hong knew that Wu Luo would not be aimless and nodded: "Wait a minute." Immediately, two Huoyun chariot soldiers ran to invite Zhu Jin and Gu Muqing.

Wu Luo sat down and waited. The three hundred monks were a little impatient, but Wu Luo was sitting there, but he was cold. The sequinous feeling enveloped the entire Huaishan River. Although they were dissatisfied, they dared not complain.

Wu Luo knew that they had an objection, so he simply made such a gesture. You can think whatever you want, just don’t speak up and bother me.

After a moment, Gu Muqing and Zhu Jin came and were stunned when they saw each other. Wu Luo didn't care about so much at this time, and waved his hand domineeringly: "Don't ask for it first, go in with me."

He took two women and walked towards the two dragon horses with big strides. The monks in the distance had already begun to whisper. Wu Luo deliberately lowered the number of people entering the Huaishanhe Immortal Tomb, but brought his two confidants with him.

The three hundred monks were naturally dissatisfied. Wu Luo quickly walked to everyone, and there were a few monks with good strength and good power behind him who moved their lips and wanted to speak.

Wu Luo didn't give them any chance. After being reborn, his rare spiritual power glanced at him. The monks only felt a mountain pressing over, and their strong aura made them difficult to breathe, let alone speak.

The momentum of the sky suddenly subsided, and they recovered, looked around and found that the three hundred monks around them were as shocked as they were.

In other words, at that moment, Wu Luo's powerful aura overwhelmed three hundred cultivators.

One person to three hundred, still steadily suppress it!

Everyone was shocked. How could they dare to be dissatisfied with such powerful people? They all bowed their heads obediently and followed Wu Luo's arrangements.

Gu Muqing didn't understand why Wu Luo was so aggressive, but he saw the shadow of Wu Luo in his previous life.

It was also in that life that the two had a crush on each other and had been lingering until this life. That Wu Luo was familiar and unfamiliar, but no matter which one, he was very close to his soul...

Wu Luo pointed to the long chain bridge that was pulled up behind the two dragon horses: "Everyone goes up one by one, don't be greedy for merit and make progress in the front, don't rush forward. It should be noted that this is an immortal tomb after all, be careful!"

Most monks are afraid that Wu Luo will enter immediately, so that no good things will be left for them. This is a typical villain's heart to judge a gentleman; but if you can't control others, you have to think so.

No one thinks that they are cannon fodder and die if they go in first. Everyone is willing to believe that they are the best in the world. If they go in first, they will definitely find the best treasure.

Wu Luo gave up the opportunity to take the lead, and the monks immediately showed joy. The dozen monks who were closest to the two dragon horses rushed towards the long chain bridge together.

So many people rushed in, and the two dragon horses did not react at all. Four huge eyes looked ahead with empty eyes.

But Wu Luo always felt that the "eyes" of these two dragon horses were defending, but there was a kind of joke hidden in the void. He was surprised. At this moment, a voice suddenly came to Wu Luo: "They are laughing."

Wu Luo turned his head and saw Meng Lianen standing beside him like a ghost, looking at the two dragon horses in confusion. Wu Luo was very surprised. Meng Lianen's cultivation level could not be close to him without being noticed by him? Even in the entire cultivation world, there were very few people who could do this!

"Meng Lianen?"

Meng Lianen suddenly woke up, and the confused look in his eyes disappeared. Seeing that the person in front of him was Wu Luo, he was surprised: "Why are you here? No, it's me! Why did I come here just now?"

Wu Luo frowned: "Who was laughing just now?"

Meng Lianen was confused: "Me? What did I say? Laugh?"

Wu Luo glanced at him deeply and said nothing. Meng Lianen suddenly grabbed Wu Luo's arm and said, "Master Wu, take me in with you."

Meng Lianen's face was full of determination.

"Why?" Wu Luo asked briefly.

Meng Lianen looked at Huaishanhe, and the confused look on his face appeared again, much less than when he was completely lost in himself just now.

"I can't explain it clearly. But recently, I can always feel that I should go in and take a look. You don't know that I am different from other brothers. They all hate this river. From time to time, a terrible beast appears in this river. Too many of our fellow disciples died tragically in this river. But I never hate her. Staying by the river has calmed my heart..."

Wu Luo stretched out his hand and grabbed Meng Lianen's wrist. A stream of dragon primordial penetrated into Meng Lianen's body, but Meng Lianen did not resist.
To be continued...