Sacrificing the law to heaven and earth, Liu Jingxun is only more than 100 zhang shorter than the plague ghost.

I thought that if I borrowed it for cultivation, I would think of something. But at this time, Liu Jingxuan realized that he had thought too much, and it seemed that he didn't rely on himself to go upstairs, and he couldn't remember the lost memory.

By opening the Heavenly Gate to cultivate at this moment, Liu Jingxun turned his head to look to the west, but Quan Zhong and another pseudo-god outside the sky seemed to be no longer in this world.

Let's do it quickly.

Looking up at the topless plague god, Liu Jingxuan grinned, "I kind of understand, even if I was born on the third day of the ninth month, it is a good life."

As a result, the huge body just lowered its eyebrows and sneered, and said, "If it were you back then, I would have run away at this moment. However, now that you borrowed the cultivation, I want to see how many catties and taels you have."

What bastard are you talking about? Do we know each other?

Liu Jingxun smiled indifferently, "Then try it."

There are some swordsmanship that you can't perform when you are in a low realm, but you can try it well.

Liu Jingxun pulled out the Shanshui Bridge with his right hand, and suddenly thought, "The plague in the world can be regarded as evil, right?"

Then when you see me, you have to fall into a situation.

A sword qi Changhong pulled out again, and in an instant, there was a law heaven and earth holding a sword from 90,000 miles to turn back, a sword light increased exponentially every hundred miles, and when it fell back to where the plague god was, the sword light was immeasurable, and the fine sword light was condensed into a sword qi beam, which was already like a heavenly river falling from the sky, and it was visible from all over the world.

The plague god raised his steel fork and sneered, "People, they always like to do all this kind of bells and whistles."

The steel fork pointed forward, and countless black qi emitted, and it swept straight towards Liu Jingxun. Wherever the black qi passed, even the sea of clouds was corroded.

On the Green Starling Mountain, Yao Fangniu frowned and said in a deep voice: "If this black qi really falls wantonly on the world, I'm afraid it will ......."

Before the words landed, in that dazzling sword aura, millions of sword lights shot out in unison, and the black qi was smashed with just one look at his face.

Liu Jingxun stood in the middle of the law and said indifferently: "It's all the bells and whistles, just now I just tried to open the gate of heaven, how can I do this swordsmanship. It's just that I don't seem to need to set up a formation to deal with you yet."

The plague god smiled, "I can't go back anyway, you can give it a try."

Liu Jingxun shook his head and said with a smile, "This trip to exchange your two false gods for luck in the world is to help that godfather reach a higher level?"

The plague god slowly frowned, and then smiled, "But you can't stop it!"

Liu Jingxuan nodded, "It can't be stopped, you just die first."

At the time of the fugue, the platform could be divided into 8,000 mouths, but now?

Liu Jingxun smiled indifferently: "Now the flying sword, eight million."

Looking at the dense flying swords flying above, Liu Jingxun slashed out several sword lights with the Shanshui Bridge at the same time, but the opponent could only resist it.

Yao Fangniu understood that the Jiuzhou Heavenly Dome was still there, and the realm of outsiders would be suppressed by this heaven and earth. The realm is higher than the Open Heaven Gate, but it should be lower than that of the Great Luo Jin Immortal.

But he Liu Jingxun is borrowing the realm!

What a fucking brute.

Longqiu Tangxi looked up at the battle situation and couldn't take his eyes off it.

In fact, what she was thinking about was Liu Jingxun, did she remember something?

Liu Jingxun's ontology stood in the heart of the legislation, and he had already tried everything he could.

It's not his own realm, and being able to use seventy percent of his strength is already considered a genius for him Liu Jingxuan.

So for the time being, I came to a conclusion that my own Heavenly Gate would have the lowest lethal power.

It's not a big deal, after all, it's a sword cultivator!

Now that he can't exert his full strength, the eight million flying swords seem to have the upper hand, but in fact, they can't do any substantial damage to the plague god.

No, on the other side, a steel fork scattered tens of thousands of flying swords, and his face was sarcastic.

"Boy, you weren't so bad back then!"

Liu Jingxun didn't bother to pay attention to this plague god who he might have fought against, but he didn't have an impression at all.

He only slowly raised his twin swords and grinned, "Come to Jiuzhou,

I'll treat you well."

As soon as the words fell, the heavens and the earth were silent, and the eyes of the human monks who were watching this place widened.

Ji Wenjing, who was far away in the East China Sea, sped up his speed and ran away.

If this stunned boy knew that he hadn't gone far, he might have chased after him.

Almost fighting in the same realm, he actually dared to separate.

The question is, why can a doppelganger also have a dharma phase? Why can a doppelganger be in the same realm as the ontology?

Even Zhang Wei, who borrowed Liu Jingxun's cultivation, couldn't help but be speechless, can a person have two Dharma phases?

Longqiu Tangxi said softly: "This is his ontological dharma, and the green-shirted dharma is actually the earth soul."

Gu Yijue and Yao Fangniu turned their heads in unison, but they didn't dare to speak, but asked in a voice, "What about the Heavenly Soul?"

Longqiu Tangxi didn't reply, but just said, "What are you playing! Originally, borrowing from the realm of others would hurt the foundation, but now there is an extra Dharma phase, and if you don't make yourself bruised, you won't be comfortable, right?"

The Dharma Statue with a cloak and a long sword in his hand exuded a kind of turbidity and clarity all over his body, in short, it was a very contradictory aura. To say that he is pure, it seems to be all-encompassing. Let's say he's not pure, but it's clearly a kind of breath!

It's just that this method is only 3,000 zhang away, almost half as high as the plague god.

When the two methods are the same, raise the sword, and cut out a sword before and after.

The sword light of the Earth Soul Law Phase is mixed with thunder and flames, destroying the withering and decaying, and it is bound to kill all the evil in the world.

The ontological law is just an understatement of a sword slashed out, and there is no sword light pouring into the sky, but it makes people feel that this sword is more murderous.

The plague god slowly put down the steel fork, looked up at the sky, and muttered, "The peaceful and prosperous world you want is too thin and cold, isn't the life of the people who travel with you?"

Two sword lights had already pierced through his chest, and this celestial visitor turned into dust on the spot.

Liu Jingxun's method phase subsided, and the aura in his body had almost been drained.

He himself was a little curious, why didn't he fall into the realm?

But it was dark in front of him, and he didn't have time to think about it, and he fell straight from the sea of clouds.

Until this time, the five papier-mâché statues on the banks of the Qingni River suddenly caught fire and were burned to ashes in an instant.

Somewhere in the void, Quan Zhong's martial arts true body carried a huge head and returned to Taihua Mountain.

A fist intent shattered the three-eyed skull, but the true body of the martial arts did not recede.

When the oil ran out and the lamp dried up, Quan Zhong grinned: "This body cultivation was obtained from the Jingyang Dynasty and returned to the Jingyang Dynasty."

On the third day of the first month of September, there was a heavy rain in the territory of Jingyang in Middle Earth.

After that, the people who cultivate martial arts in Middle-earth will spring up like mushrooms after a rain.

On the 100,000 mountain in the south, Yuan Gong's left and right hands finished a game of chess and tied it.

You can't win by yourself.

He smiled and looked at Cao Feng, who had successfully refined his body and was a person again, and said with a smile: "Passed down by the fairy, I have taught you everything, help me guard the 100,000 mountains for ten years, it's troublesome."

Cao Feng looked at the back of the descending mountain, and said in a deep voice, "You are not a human being, what are you trying to do?"

Yuan Gong smiled angrily: "Boy, don't scold the street, I'll cut you!"

Cao Feng frowned and asked, "What about ten years from now?"

Yuan Gong smiled, "There will be someone for you."

Yuan Gong rose up with his sword, carrying the strange purple qi in the center, and landed on the edge of the abyss that looked like an eye.

A voice came from the abyss: "You're not human! Shouldn't this kind of thing be in charge of the human race?"

Yuan Gong sat on the edge of the abyss and sneered, "Two pseudo-Lingxiao, have you eaten enough?"

Yuan Gong sneered and slowly turned into his body, a white ape with a sword on his back.

O fairy! Yuan Gong will not let you down, but unfortunately, I can only put my own life on the pressure of this place for ten years.