"Tai Chi Sword Diagram, what kind of imperial technique is this, so powerful. Ming and the others were shocked.

Such a terrifying swordsmanship is not weaker than the Twelve Heavenly Immortal Styles of the Empress Yaochi, and it is hard for her to believe that there is such a swordsmanship in the world.

Ming still felt that the Twelve Heavenly Immortal Styles could not be surpassed, and now it seemed that she was the one who underestimated the Nine Realms.

"Open it for me. Someone was not convinced, looked at the falling sword rain, snorted coldly, and sacrificed the weapon in his hand.

It was a small five-story tower, all red, and as he manipulated it, wisps of law bloomed.

"Boom. ”

The pagoda exploded into the sky, and the wind grew, tearing the sky and smashing it towards the rain of swords, which was bound to smash the rain of swords.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng. ”

The Taiji Sword Diagram rotated, and thousands of sword lights swept through the air, falling like a storm, and slammed on the pagoda, making a sound of metal clashing.

With the raindrop of sword rain, the pagoda let out a wail, and with a "click" cracked countless fine lines.

"Not good, my pagoda. The man let out a loud cry and quickly fled downwards with the pagoda in his arms.

He was originally a first-order casual cultivator, and by chance he got this weapon in a ruin, Chijin Pagoda, which was the weapon of an ancient saint in the ancient era, and after getting it, his strength increased greatly, and his name was in the ghost world.

It can be said that without the support of the sect's background, it is not easy to get such a weapon, and he cherishes it even more.

Unexpectedly, this time he was severely injured as a weapon of life, which really made him feel like he had lost a piece of meat.

"My pagoda. "Retract the pagoda, hold it in the palm of your hand, and carefully inspect it, the small red golden pagoda has lost its luster, and there are countless cracks on it, and it is obvious that it has lost its divinity.

With a "bang", the Chijin Pagoda turned into powder under the gaze of his eyes and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Poof. This person spurted out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and his heart was so angry that he fainted in both eyes.

From now on, his strength will be greatly reduced after losing the pagoda.

People like this man abounded, one by one the weapons lost their luster, suffered heavy blows, one weapon after another exploded, and the screams continued.

Lu Yunlan soared into the air, and the Taiji Sword Diagram opened the way, separated the Emperor Dao airflow, and went straight to the top of the mountain, throwing everyone away from afar.

"Let's go. Lu Chen saw that Lu Yunlan had successfully reached the top, and without the slightest surprise, he turned around and left.

"Young Master, are we going to let go of the chaotic battle decision like this?" The women were amazed when they saw that Lu Chen had no intention of snatching the chaotic battle decision.

It's more reluctant, this is an imperial technique that can be compared to the Emperor of the Holy Heaven's imperial technique, and it is extremely precious.

If such an imperial technique appeared in the Nine Realms, I am afraid that those Emperor Dao inheritances and transcendent holy lands would all go crazy for it, and even the supreme existence of the major forbidden areas would have to be snatched up.

However, Lu Chen regarded it as nothing, which puzzled the women.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't. Lu Chen shook his head, "The chaotic battle is prepared for her, how can I take the opportunity to take people." ”

"What, the young master is saying that the chaotic battle is prepared for Lu Yunlan?" The women were surprised.

"Yes, so let's not be wicked. Lu Chen smiled mysteriously, turned around and left, and the women hurriedly followed.

Wanshou Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple, flew out of the void again shortly after Lu Chen's departure, and sat on this mountain range.

The ancient Taoist temple gives people a sense of vicissitudes, and the endless years have left indelible traces in the Taoist temple.

Such a Taoist temple seems to carry ten thousand ways, guarded by ten thousand ways, and the endless flow of Tao rhyme is mysterious and unpredictable.

A young figure dressed in a Taoist robe, with an ordinary appearance, a square face, a thin body, and not too tall, stood in the Taoist temple, looking up at the sky.

His expression was lonely, his eyes were lonely and sad with sadness, and he was stunned.

"Senior Brother Lu is dead. After a long time, the man in the Taoist robe sighed, as if he was talking to himself, "It's all my fault, since you were a child, you have practiced with me, arrogant and domineering, do whatever you want, I have long known that you will suffer a big loss sooner or later, I just wanted to wait for you to change your style after you suffer, but I didn't expect it to be a farewell." ”

The man in the robe has moist eyes, looks up at the sky, and his voice is sad, Lu Pu has grown up since he was a child, the two are like brothers, he is like a teacher and a father, he teaches carefully, and hopes to be a companion on the road to seek the Tao.

Unexpectedly, the difference of a tight thought made the two of them separated forever, and from then on, he had to move forward alone.

For a while, the man in the robe was a little lonely.

"Lord Guan, you must avenge the Lord of Second Views. Xiao Daotong knelt in the distance with a handful of snot and tears, pleading.

It turned out that this man was Ning Lun, the master of Wuzhuang Temple.

"Hmph. ”

Ning Lun snorted coldly, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he swept away the peace of Fang Cai, like two magic lamps, shooting out two divine rays dozens of miles long.

When he was angry, the land trembled for thousands of miles, and the earth rose and fell, and he was like a god of the earth, controlling the land and dominating all this.

His whole person was shrouded in endless blood and qi, and his divine power was surging as if it were vast, and the terrifying power made the heavens lose their color and be unfathomable.

"Although Senior Brother Lu is at fault, he is my junior brother after all, he grew up with me since he was a child, and he is like a brother, and he can't die in vain. ”

"There is no one in this world who can take his life except me, no one. ”

Ning Lun's cold words echoed in the heavens and the earth for a long time, allowing countless living beings to hear them, lasting for a long time, and deafening.

"Hum. ”

In the Wuzhuang view, Ning Lun waved his hand, and a streamer disappeared into the sky, and a picture scroll opened, appearing in front of hundreds of millions of living beings.

This is a portrait of a person, the person in the painting is dressed in white, with sword eyebrows and stars, and his gestures are chic and elegant, with some peerless demeanor.

If Lu Chen and his entourage saw this picture, they would definitely be surprised, because the man in the painting was Lu Chen.

This is described by Xiao Daotong from memory, and Ning Lun personally draws it, I have to say that Lu Chen's unparalleled temperament is vividly revealed.

Through this painting, it can be seen that Ning Lun's understanding of the Tao has reached an unprecedented place.

"This person, kill my junior brother, this revenge is not shared with the sky, the master of this view is out of the customs, and he is bound to recover this blood debt, God blocks and kills God, and the devil blocks and punishes the devil, and the sky can be learned. ”

Ning Lun's voice containing murderous intent penetrated the sky and spread throughout the heavens and the earth, and as soon as this declaration came out, it shook all parties.

"Boom. ”

Ning Lun's voice fell, as if in response to him, above the nine heavens, lightning and thunder, and the sky shook, as if it was Ning Lun's oath.

In the Ancient Battlefield of Gods and Demons, the people in the area close to Wuzhuang Temple all saw this picture scroll and heard this voice at the same time, as well as the changes above the Nine Heavens.

The sky responded, this is an endless situation. ”

This change, countless people have changed color, and the monk swore an oath to the sky, which is not a joke, and it is more than the oath.

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