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However, the Qing Emperor, who could be called a myth and had also created the secret of strange beasts, had no way to summon a thousand strange beasts at one time, but in front of Ouyang Chuan's eyes, Lu Zheng summoned thousands of strange beasts at once.

This is absolutely difficult for Ouyang Chuan to accept and believe.

But the facts are in front of him, Lu Zheng not only summoned thousands of adult strange beasts, but even he hasn't recited the mantra, has not drawn a talisman array, and has not swallowed pills. What's even more rare is that Lu Zheng, who summoned these thousands of strange-shaped beasts completely, was not counterattacked, and second, he did not pay any price.

Ouyang Chuan is a nine-star martial artist, and he is only one step away from the legend of the Holy Order, and he still has this bit of eyesight.

With Ouyang Chuan's eyesight, he could naturally see that when Lu Zheng summoned these thousands of strange beasts, there was no fluctuation of true qi, he just relaxed and made these thousands of strange beasts appear suddenly with just one look.

Ouyang Chuan was angry and unwilling, facing the thousands of strange beasts densely packed in front of him, he was both timid and full of covetousness.

However, no matter how coveted he was, these strange beasts in front of him were not his property.

"Lu Zheng, what the hell is going on with your alien beast summoning technique?!"

Go to his strange beast trick, go to his Qingdi.

Ouyang Chuan roared and shouted, his eyes almost popping out. The facts that happened in front of him all told him plainly that Lu Zheng's beast summoning technique was really as rumored to be, with a deep secret and a miraculous skill.

Ouyang Chuan wanted to tear Lu Zheng to pieces at this time, take possession of his talents, rob him of his opportunities, and subdue all his foreign beasts, but unfortunately, it seemed that it was himself who was likely to be torn to pieces. A look at the book w?ww...

"Lu Zheng ......"

Ouyang Chuan was about to shout, but Lu Zheng had already waved his hand, and in an instant, thousands of strange beasts spewed thunder and spitted fire, and in the midst of the shaking of the earth and the mountains, Ouyang Chuan, who was in the midst of layers of encirclement, was submerged in the blink of an eye.

Ouyang Chuan didn't figure out until he died, why he was a nine-star martial artist, obviously he was still meeting an opponent just now, how could he be left with no scum.

The dignified nine-star martial arts became history in an instant.

Lu Zheng stood in place, watched for a while, and then let the brothers and sisters of the alien beasts of Zhangwei Mountain such as the Ten Tails take the lead to leave.

Previously, he had contributed a lot in the battle with Ouyang Chuan, and now he also retreated to the sword space of the Flowing Fire Sword early to sleep.

After Lu Zheng personally confirmed that Ouyang Chuan was too dead to die, he couldn't help but sigh.

"It seems that some cultivators, no matter how high their cultivation is, it is in vain. Sometimes, it's really a chance to fight, look at the means, this hole card, this killer feature, and it's a good thing. ”

Therefore, the strength of a cultivator often refers to his overall strength, and in the life-and-death struggle with others, a cultivator is occasionally not the first person alone. For example, Lu Zheng, he has a sword spirit and a strange beast in Zhangwei Mountain. Then, in the life-and-death struggle with Ouyang Chuan, he is not alone.

Lu Zheng sighed to himself, his body staggered, his head was dizzy, and he finally couldn't hold it anymore, and fell to the ground and fainted.

Before closing his eyes, Lu Zheng seemed to vaguely see a small ink-colored butterfly.

Lu Zheng was dizzy and completely lost consciousness. In the process of fainting, Lu Zheng uncontrollably had one short and vague dream after another. As for what happened in the dream, Lu Zheng didn't remember it at all.

Another short and vague dream ended, but Lu Zheng did not step into the next dream for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Zheng's consciousness slowly recovered, and he smelled two completely different fragrances on the tip of his nose, one was cool and cold like a plum blossom under the moon in the cold winter, and the other was as eerie as a man-eating flower in the forbidden land of death.

Lu Zheng woke up all of a sudden, his eyes opened, and when he saw what was in front of him, he suddenly felt that he might not have woken up yet.

It's no wonder that Lu Zheng is not angry, but the picture in front of Lu Zheng is too weird.

But in front of Lu Zheng, there were two people standing, one was dressed in bright red as blood, and the other was dressed in plain and elegant white.

These two people are none other than Dugu Ant and Lan Wuregret.

Lu Zheng rubbed his eyes again and again, and then he was sure that he was not dreaming.

"Ant Dress, Blue Girl, who are you?" Lu Zheng still didn't dare to step forward at will, although he really wanted to rush forward immediately.

Lu Zheng really didn't understand, when Dugu Antshang and Lan Buregret could get along peacefully. Or rather, these two have already fought?

As soon as he thought of this possibility, he didn't care about whether it was weird or not, Lu Zheng immediately rushed up, first grabbed Dugu Ant's clothes and checked it carefully, and then looked at Lan Buregret from top to bottom several times.

As soon as Lu Zheng looked at this inspection, he immediately found the problem, or rather, he immediately confirmed that Dugu Antshang and Lan Buregret had indeed fought a lot, and at the same time, he was more clear about the fact that he was not dreaming.

"Ant, how did you end up here?"

Lu Zheng was not sorry to ask Lan Buregret, so he asked Dugu Ant Dress.

Dugu Ant first glanced at the two ink-colored butterflies flying around Lan Buregret's fingertips, and then looked at Lu Zheng with deep eyes.

Dugu Ant said: "I met with the master of the Lan Shaomen, a little incompatible, and the fight started, on the way to fight, an ink-colored butterfly suddenly appeared on the body of the master of the Lan Shaomen, and it didn't take long to see another ink-colored butterfly flying from afar. ”

Speaking of this, Lu Zheng's heart jumped, and he had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, in the next second, Lan didn't regret becoming a demon.

As soon as Dugu Ant's words landed, Lan Buregret pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a slightly shy smile, and then, Lan Buregret moved his fingers when Lu Zheng and Dugu Antshang looked at each other.

Then, Lu Zheng and Dugu Ant saw together that one of the two ink-colored butterflies that was still flying around Lan Buregret's fingertips before, and immediately flew over in the direction of Lu Zheng very happily.

This ink-colored butterfly was given to Lu Zheng by Lan Buregret for communication between the two.

At this moment, the ink-colored butterfly that had flown back to Lu Zheng's side was very close to Lu Zheng just like seeing his father's good baby, flying around, rubbing on his face, and kissing Lu Zheng's forehead and cheeks.

The little butterfly with insufficient brain capacity was very happy, but Lu Zheng was unrepentant by Lan who suddenly dug a pit.

Facing Dugu Antsheng's deep eyes that slowly looked over, Lu Zheng suddenly shed a drop of cold sweat, and he felt a sense of weakness inexplicably, but before he could consider the words and explain to Dugu Antsheng, who was too calm beside him, Lan Buregret spoke again.

(To be continued.) )