My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Luo Ziyun subconsciously reached into his pocket, and when he stretched out his hand, what he saw was the jade pendant that had been torn apart.

The jade pendant was really broken, but they didn't find it.

The next moment, the couple thought of their daughter, whom they told not to come out of the room.

The two were so anxious, but they didn't dare to go to their daughter rashly, for fear that they would attract the attention of the invisible demon cultivator, and then harm their own daughter.

"Aren't you afraid of heavy sins and no chance of reincarnation?" Lu Zijia raised her eyebrows slightly, trying to frighten the demon cultivator.

The jade that this demon cultivator sold through the Tang Family Treasure Pavilion absorbed a lot of grievances.

Moreover, there seems to be something in this demon cultivator that is helping him to absorb his grievances, and it also protects the demon cultivator from harm.

If that thing only helps the demon cultivator absorb grievances, then she may still fight the demon cultivator.

But now that thing is protecting that demon cultivator, so it's obviously helping the demon cultivator cheat!

What's so special, at this moment, Lu Zijia misses her friends from her previous life very much.

It's a pity that they are all sealed in the ancient space now, so don't be too embarrassed!

"Hmph! You stinky bitch dare to threaten this uncle, then I'll let you never reincarnate first!"

Mo Xiu was suddenly furious, and immediately dealt with Lu Zijia himself.

Lu Zijia complained bitterly in her heart that this business was a bit of a loss.

On the surface, it is not obvious at all, and it is not ambiguous at all to deal with the demon cultivator who came from the fierce attack.

To avoid hurting Tang Mufeng and several others during the fight, Lu Zijia led the demon cultivator out of the small building where he lived without a trace, to the open space in the courtyard outside.

"Humph! No wonder I dare to yell at this uncle, it turns out that he is a bit more powerful than the previous magician.

However, you must die too!

Don't worry, for the sake of your good looks, I won't let you die so easily, hahaha—"

The demon cultivator laughed horribly, apparently taking Lu Zijia as a possession.

Lu Zijia didn't care about Mo Xiu's words.

It is indeed not easy for her to conquer this demon cultivator, but it is impossible for the demon cultivator to kill her.

After all, she was the ancestor of Jindan in her previous life, how could she not have a life-saving trump card?

If she didn't have a life-saving trump card, she wouldn't be stupid enough to come here to die.

She still cherishes her own life.

"Oh, why did I forget that magic cultivators are most afraid of thunder and lightning. You are so arrogant. If I don't greet you with thunder and lightning, I feel a little sorry for myself!"

Lu Zijia suddenly seemed to remember something, patted his head, and pretended to be annoyed.

Mo Xiu looked up at the night sky that had turned black and many stars appeared, and sneered.

"Thunderbolt? Son of a bitch, do you really think that you can invite Thor's peerless magician?"

After Mo Xiu killed a magician who wanted to take him, he knew that magicians were also divided into three, six and nine.

There are almost no peerless magicians who can invite Thor or messengers, and this stinky bitch in front of him who seems to have just graduated from the apprenticeship is absolutely impossible to have such abilities!

Lu Zijia blinked innocently and stretched out his fair and slender palm, "Who said that Thunderbolt must invite Thor?"

"You, you... impossible!"

The magic cultivator, who was about to give Lu Zijia a stern blow, suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief when he saw the lightning ball gradually condensed on Lu Zijia's palm.