After figuring out the difference between the two plane gods, Lu Heng naturally understood why he killed a foundation junior, and the big-eared monk Zhou Wutai was full of resentment towards him like his own father died.

The hatred that blocks the road is not shared. If someone cut off Lu Heng's path to the infant transformation realm, so that he had to spend an extra hundred years, Lu Heng must have tried his best to kill this person before he could understand it.

However, Lu Heng didn't feel much guilt in his heart, the little foundation building monk was not in a high realm, but he was arrogant and domineering, even without him, he would die sooner or later.

"What you just used is the power of artistic conception?" Lu Heng asked again.

The power before was like a living thing, and as soon as Lu Heng came into contact with it, he almost suffered a loss, this kind of power was really weird.

The middle-aged scribe bowed slightly: "Yes, it is indeed my ruthless artistic conception, but it's a pity that the artistic conception of the younger generation has not been completed, and it is laughing and generous in front of the seniors." ”

"Artistic conception...... Perception of the Heavenly Dao...... "Lu Heng frowned and pondered, the Heavenly Dao is ethereal, how to perceive it?

The middle-aged scribe had the intention to resolve his grudge with Lu Heng, so he said a few more words: "There are thousands of avenues, but in fact, everyone's understanding of the way of heaven is different. But to turn into a god, first become mortal, only by experiencing all kinds of red dust, can you temper your own artistic conception. ”

Lu Heng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he blurted out: "Knowing your heart? ”

"Knowing the heart and seeing the sexuality......" The middle-aged scribe chewed on the word, and realized, "The summary of the predecessors is really incisive and appropriate, speaking of which, the transformation of the gods is indeed like this." ”

Lu Heng smiled, he was also surrounded by the so-called "Comprehension of the Heavenly Dao" for a while, speaking of which, isn't it just Hongchen refining the heart?

Is Lu Heng intentional?

Not only that, but there are three!

Greed, hatred, and obsessiveness!

The monks of this realm can only comprehend one artistic conception, but Lu Heng has already comprehended three!

It's just that his artistic conception is the artistic conception of martial arts, and it is also the domain of human immortals, but he never thought that this artistic conception could be integrated with Yuanying.

But it's not that hard!

Lu Heng's heart moved, and suddenly three tall phantoms appeared behind him.

One green, one black, and one red, representing the illusion of the three martial arts artistic conceptions of greed and hatred.

The middle-aged scribe suddenly felt that his scalp was numb, and the feeling of extreme danger instantly filled his heart, and he didn't think about it, and his body flew back!

It wasn't until Fei Fei was dozens of feet away that his apprentice Zhou Wutai stopped, looking at the three phantoms in disbelief, and a trace of dazedness flashed in his eyes - what is this?

At the same time, in a small courtyard on a street in this city, an old man with a thin face was carving a figure sculpture, and suddenly felt something and looked this way.

On the other side of the street, a sloppy old man was pulling a female monk to say that there was a bloody disaster, and his face suddenly changed, and he also looked over.

Lu Heng's heart moved, and Yuan Ying suddenly flew out, suspended in front of the three phantoms.

He pinched the seal in his hand, and Yuan Ying synchronized with him, making the same gesture.

Suddenly, the purple yuanying's tightly closed eyes opened suddenly, and he shouted softly: "Close!" ”

Thundered!

In an instant, the three phantoms collapsed, turning into a thick black fog, which quickly rotated, forming a huge funnel-shaped vortex, and quickly fused towards the Yuan Infant.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the dark fog in the sky dissipated, and Lu Heng's Yuan Ying changed from the original purple to the alternating appearance of blue, black, and red, and its face was hideous and distorted, weird and terrifying.

Lu Heng's mind moved again, and Yuan Ying suddenly released a three-color doped mist, which quickly spread.

The faces of the middle-aged scribe and Zhou Wutai, who were dozens of zhang away, changed again and again, and flew back again!

However, Lu Hengyuan's infant mist spread extremely fast, and although the two of them exerted their speed to the extreme, they still couldn't help but be contaminated with the mist.

Almost instantly, the black, red, and cyan silk threads quickly spread, crawling all over the two of them!

The middle-aged scribe's face changed drastically, his face twisted and hideous, he burst into a loud shout, slapped the storage bag with difficulty, flew out a yellow rune paper, and slapped it his forehead.

Rumble!

He shook violently, a mouthful of dirty blood spurted out, and the yellow light on his body flashed away, and suddenly, the spread of the three-colored intertwined silk threads became sluggish.

However, at this moment, Zhou Wutai beside him suddenly let out a beast-like roar, and his anger was monstrous, and he pounced on Lu Heng suddenly.

The next moment, the rune paper attached to the middle-aged scribe's forehead exploded into dots, and the three-color silk thread quickly spread and dyed at a wider speed, and in the blink of an eye, the clear color in the middle-aged scribe's eyes was lost.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

He also roared and rushed towards Lu Heng. Obviously, he was nearly three breaths slower than Zhou Wutai, but he rushed in front of his apprentice and slapped it at Lu Heng with one palm!

Bang!

The surging aura surged, and Lu Heng instantly felt the pressure of the mountain, and his face suddenly changed!

As soon as this middle-aged scribe made a move, he didn't dare to hold it up, and the seven rounds were running at the same time, and he punched out!

Lu Heng didn't want to kill anyone, he knew very well that this was because he underestimated the power released by the three artistic conceptions, which made the middle-aged scribe lose his mind and become crazy.

But the middle-aged scribe was originally a monk in the late stage of the transformation of the gods, and with his full strength, even a real infant monk had to temporarily retreat, so Lu Heng subconsciously used eighty percent of his strength, wanting to force him back with one punch, and then retract his artistic conception.

Who knew that the middle-aged scribe didn't dodge at all in the face of this punch, and he was completely in a crazy posture of exchanging his life for his life, and still slapped Lu Heng on the head with one palm.

Rumble!

The next moment, Lu Heng slammed a punch on the middle-aged scribe's chest, and at the last moment, he barely forcibly withdrew two percent of his strength. But who knew that the middle-aged scribe did not do any protection for his body at all, and when this punch went down, his person suddenly exploded with a "bang" and was torn apart, and the air was filled with blood mist.

Before Lu Heng could react, Zhou Wutai had already sent out three bells, and the bells rose in the wind, and quickly suppressed Lu Heng.

"Die!" Zhou Wutai roared.

Lu Heng blasted the bell with a punch, and then cast the magic trick of fusion, and directly took his artistic conception back from Zhou Wutai's body.

A trace of confusion flashed in Zhou Wutai's eyes, and his face suddenly turned red, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out with a wow.

Sou!

It was only at this time that Lu Heng had time to retract the Yuan Baby, and the three-colored mist in the sky suddenly dissipated.

He lowered his head and looked at the stumps of the middle-aged scribe scattered all over the ground, and suddenly his face showed an extremely depressed look.

He didn't want to kill the middle-aged scribe at all, but he didn't expect such an accident.

Thinking of the forces represented behind this middle-aged scribe, Lu Heng became even more depressed.

He didn't want to kill at all, but the middle-aged scribe was killed by him, what kind of hell is this?

"Master!" Zhou Wutai let out a terrible roar, filled with grief and anger.

Lu Heng sighed, and simply made a mistake.

As soon as he pointed out, a black light flashed into Zhou Wutai's eyebrows, and he suddenly stiffened, lost the look in his eyes, fell headlong, and fell to the ground.