Boom, the flame arrows continued to generate rapidly, and they continued to shoot towards Zhao Junyu, as if they were in an endless rain of flame arrows.

But no matter how many come, they are all absorbed and devoured by Zhao Junyu.

There was a soft sound of anger on the other side.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth roared, and a huge fist mark instantly condensed in the air, striking at Zhao Junyu fiercely.

"No need to fire it? I'm sorry you're useless. With Zhao Junyu's faint words, it fell.

He punched out lightly, and with a sharp sword intent, he pierced through the huge fist mark in the air at once.

With a bang, a figure fell out of the distant sky.

It was a short young man in a soap robe, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and looked at Zhao Junyu in surprise.

"Come here!"

Zhao Junyu snorted and opened his hand.

Suddenly, a powerful tornado suction sucked the short young man over.

With a sigh, most of the fire power on the latter's body was instantly drained.

"I'm fighting with you!" the short young man roared, his hands pinched, and a black giant sword slashed at his body.

"Goodbye!"

With a loud bang, the short young man with his sword was blasted out, his body shattered, and a stream of purple qi escaped from the heavenly spirit cover and sank into the top of Zhao Junyu's head, which was the luck of the short young man.

The next second, he was teleported out of the Taixu Palace.

All this happened in just a few breaths, and there was silence in the Yujing Pavilion outside.

"Kill a child of luck so quickly?"

"The other party is in the late stage of Mahayana, but Zhao Junyu has just advanced to the late stage of Mahayana, how many breaths have passed?"

Many of the monks talked and looked at each other.

"The difference in strength is too great, if it weren't for Zhao Zong's main extraction of the fire power on the other party's body, I'm afraid the other party wouldn't be able to hold on to it at all. ”

The Fat Venerable and several other Venerables glanced at each other, and they all saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

"Get out of here!"

The rain of flame fists, with sword intent, smashed a yellow-faced man who was sneaking into a sieve.

The other party's purple luck poured into Zhao Junyu's head like a whale sucking water.

"Come again!"

He let out a long roar, his body flashed, and the innate sword embryo shot out.

Directly cut off the body of another Son of Luck monk who was lurking thousands of miles away.

After absorbing the other party's luck, his figure disappeared in a flash.

Thousands of miles away, the two sons of luck were fighting in a melee, and they had been fighting fiercely for half an hour

After a click, one of the scar-faced men was split into pieces by thousands of sword lights.

A young man in white who killed him on the other side was comfortably absorbing the luck of the other party.

In the next second, a sword light slashed silently, cutting the white-clothed young man into two pieces.

His own luck, and the luck he had just captured, were completely obtained by Zhao Junyu.

In just half a day, in this boundless Taixu Palace, more than a dozen sons of luck have been killed by Zhao Junyu.

He took a thousand miles in one step, almost killing one person in ten steps!

Outside, in the Yujing Pavilion, all the monks were silent.

"I didn't expect Sect Master Zhao to be so strong?"

A long-bearded old man shook his head in disbelief and said.

You must know that the vast majority of these sons of luck are in the late Mahayana period, and a considerable number of them can be challenged by leapfrogging.

The strength is comparable to that of scattered immortals.

But almost no one could catch Zhao Junyu's move.

"Isn't this normal, since the rise of Sect Master Zhao. ”

"From the Dao Conference to the destruction of the Thirty-six Cave Heavens, it forced the Heavenly Palace to close the mountain. ”

"And then to the expedition to the East Lanxing, to repel the high-level soul clan masters, that battle was not to defeat the strong with the weak. ”

A few other monks muttered to themselves.

Among them, many of the strong men who originally befriended Zhao Junyu secretly regretted that they should not be cold to Zhao Junyu no matter what.

And Mu Huaigu, the sect master of the Five Elements Spirit Sect, the sect master of the Taiyi God Sect and other strong people who were originally good friends with Zhao Junyu, were more apprehensive in their hearts, but at the same time they were more fortunate that they did not openly rebel against Zhao Junyu.

"Could it be that his strength is already comparable to the Seven Tribulations, the Eight Tribulations Scattered Immortals?"

At this moment, Senior Li's face was serious, but he relaxed when he thought of something.

Everyone has tried to overestimate Zhao Junyu's strength.

No one would have expected that Zhao Junyu was already comparable to a true immortal!

In the space of the Taixu Palace, there is also a difference between day and night.

Time passed minute by minute, and after a full day had passed, there were nearly twenty other sons of luck who died at the hands of Zhao Junyu.

You must know that there are only more than 200 candidates in total!

For a time, he caught everyone's attention.

At night, the space of the Taixu Hall temporarily calmed down.

All the sons of luck watch out for each other, keep enough distance, and the atmosphere is solemn.

"Tsk, this luck is monstrous. ”

Zhao Junyu sat in a barren valley, slowly digesting the luck he had obtained.

He himself is a true son of luck, and these other people, the luck is far inferior to him, but it is also very beneficial to take the luck of others.

"The more the merrier, Lao Tzu can give the excess to a few wives, as well as Xiaobai. ”

Zhao Junyu thought so, Meizizi. The next day, in the space of the Taixu Palace, the sound of a strong wind sounded again.

There are less than two hundred sons of fortune left, and they are fighting each other to the death.

Although nominally their defeat is not a real death, for them, after their luck is taken away, the end is even worse.

Because of their self-cultivation, they are all plundering heavenly opportunities and stealing luck.

Once taken away, life is better than death.

In a dense forest in the basin ahead, three sons of luck were fighting together.

The monstrous energy, black light, and colorful glow are intertwined, and the sky and the earth are rumbling and exploding.

If it weren't for the space of the Taixu Palace, I'm afraid that any void would be blasted into countless black hole cracks.

A figure crept closer.

But in an instant, the three monks who were obviously still fighting between life and death just now suddenly bombarded in the direction where the figure came from!

Even in the space of the Taixu Palace, under the bombardment of the sons of the three great powers, it seemed to be crumbling.

Outside, in the Yujing Pavilion, all the powerhouses couldn't help but be shocked when they saw the three people inside shoot in unison.

This is the late stage of the three Mahayanas, and since they are the sons of luck, their strength is a little stronger than that of the five great Venerables!

The figure that quietly approached was Zhao Junyu.

Boom, the white light in the Taixu Hall shone.

"Sect Master Zhao, you won't be killed directly, right?"

"After all, the three of them joined forces. A strong man muttered.

"You think too much, the last time in the Taixu Palace, Sect Master Zhao was besieged by nearly a hundred masters, and it was all fine. Another strong man on the side said in a low voice.

"But at that time, they were all in the eonstalgic period, and now in the later stage of Mahayana, this is completely different. Several other powerhouses said with some apprehension.

Although in recent years, Heavenly Court has gradually become the supreme existence of the central starry sky.

However, after all, Zhao Junyu still had prestige in the past, and there were many people who had received Zhao Junyu's favor, so I still hope that he can hold on.

After the white light flashed.

A figure stood proudly.

"Carving insect skills, Lao Tzu has already seen through the tricks of the three of you. ”

"Die to Lao Tzu!"

In Zhao Junyu's long laugh, the innate sword embryo, the Heaven Slashing Demon Knife shot, and the four strange fires around his body were entangled.

Involve three people in your own attack range at the same time!

Boom, boom, boom! The strong energy rolled back, almost leveling the ground of the space here.

After the smoke and dust in the sky, there was a click, and the three bodies flew upside down and shattered at the same time.

Three purple qi lucks poured into the figure Heavenly Spirit Cover that stood faintly in the middle!

(End of chapter)