Lingtian Holy Land, Lingtian Temple.

A layer of light curtain enchantment, blocking the temple gate.

There were 20,000 monks from all sides, crowded outside the temple.

On the right side of the temple gate, a black stone tablet was erected.

On the stele, there is a line of white characters:

"Lingtian Temple, the holy place of cultivation, a hundred jade rings, you can enter."

In the midst of a tumultuous noise.

The enchantment light curtain outside the temple door suddenly produced a ripple.

Suddenly.

More than 20,000 monks waiting outside the temple looked at the gate with longing eyes.

But see.

There were two hundred monks, dressed in Confucian attire, and they walked out of the temple with joyful expressions.

These two hundred Haoran Confucian disciples, when they appeared, their faces were filled with excited expressions.

"Hahahaha, this Lingtian Holy Land is really a good place!"

"Senior Sister Lu, we have lived up to expectations and have collectively advanced to the Dual Realm of God Refining!"

After saying that, these 200 people proudly swept their eyes towards the group of 20,000 people who were waiting.

Of the 20,000 monks waiting outside the gate, only half of them had completed their cultivation and had reached the double level of refining gods.

Another half of the 10,000 people have not yet been qualified to enter, and are still staying in the realm of refining gods.

Such a ratio made the two hundred disciples who had just finished cultivating more and more proud.

These 200 men were the latest monks to arrive here.

Because they are dignified Confucian disciples, they can get the privilege of directly joining the queue!

The monks of all the other forces, although they waited for a long time, could only bow their heads and give in.

At this time, a noble and cold woman who looked like a fairy walked over with two hundred people.

This woman is also wearing a Haoran Confucian long skirt, but her cultivation is terrifying, and the triple realm of refining gods is the highest in the audience!

As soon as this woman came out, all the monks at the scene lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look directly at her beautiful face.

The two hundred monks who had just walked out of the temple hurriedly straightened their attitudes, clasped their fists one after another, and said respectfully, "Senior Sister Lu Zifeng! ”

Heavenly Immortal Woman, Lu Zifeng nodded, Qiong snorted, and said indifferently: "All the disciples of Haoran Confucianism present have all finished their cultivation. ”

"Take out the 20,000 Secret Realm Jade Rings and give them to the Daoists of other forces to go in and cultivate."

Among the two hundred monks, the first bald Scar shouted, and laughed with a roar: "Senior Sister Lu Zifeng, that, are you still unwilling to give in?" ”

As he spoke, the bald man looked at a stone pillar behind Lu Zifeng with his greedy gaze.

Behind Lu Zifeng, there is a stout stone pillar that plunges deep into the earth's surface!

On top of the stone pillar, a woman covered in blood was being tied.

This woman is a heavy refiner, and her whole body is blurred by knives, swords, and slashed flesh and blood.

A long wavy hair that was originally full of charm is now dyed by hot blood and clings tightly to the scalp.

This person who is tied up is exactly that, Nanhai Venerable Palace, Murong Yan!

She used to be infinitely beautiful, but now she has ended up so miserably.

Lu Zifeng's beautiful eyes narrowed, and he turned around, and a pair of cold eyes stopped on the dying face of Murong Yan.

He said coldly: "Murong Yan, if it weren't for Luo Fu's beast, how could my cousin Lu Chen die tragically!" ”

"Hehe, it's still that condition, in front of everyone, scolding Na Luo Fu for being a dog mongrel, I, Lu Zifeng, will give you a happy death!"

"If you refuse to scold, I will let you, like your fellow disciples, not survive or die!"

On top of the stone pillar.

Murong Yan, who was bound by chains, raised her head with difficulty, and a pair of red lips that had been cracked in many places moved slightly, making a sound like a gossamer.

"What?" Lu Zifeng didn't hear clearly, and took three steps forward.

When she was close enough to Murong Yan.

That Murong Yan suddenly raised her head!

Spit!

A mouthful of bloody spit flew towards Lu Zifeng's pretty face.

Lu Zifeng's face changed, and he changed his shape and shadow, and instantly moved two feet away and dodged.

On a fairy-like beautiful face, he frowned angrily.

Murong Yan's sneak attack failed, but her whole body trembled and laughed: "It's a pity, it's a pity." ”

A cold color flashed on Lu Zifeng's face: "If you don't eat toast, you will be punished for drinking!" ”

"Wu Meng! Take your pants off, stuff your, and stuff it in her mouth! ”

"I don't just want Luo Fu's woman to die, I want her to suffer humiliation!"

A bald man with a scar, I didn't expect such an honor, I was overjoyed!

Murong Yan's flower and moon appearance are all counted among the thirty-three god-level forces.

Now, being able to do such a blasphemous act in public against such a big beauty made Wu Meng's whole person excited, and a pair of big nostrils snorted and moved.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Lu, for the reward!"

"Haha, I'm afraid her mouth is too small to accommodate my big dick!"

Wu Meng took off his pants and walked towards Murong Yan in a hurry, but just after taking a few steps, he hurriedly stopped: "Hey? What if this bites me? ”

Murong Yan raised her willow eyebrows and said provocatively: "You can try it and see if I will bite you." ”

As he spoke, the sexy tongue added a circle to a row of silver teeth.

Wu Meng only felt that he had lost face, but he really didn't dare to try, and his big face was flushed.

At the scene, there was a burst of laughter.

That Lu Zifeng hated that iron could not become steel, and reprimanded: "It's quite a big man, there is no way to do this!" ”

"You pull out all her teeth, what will she bite you!"

Wu Mengxi smiled: "Thank you Senior Sister Lu for reminding me!" ”

This person took off his pants with three strikes and five divisions, and with a cruel smile, he put a pair of palms towards Murong Yan's mouth.

Murong Yan, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, at this moment, squeezed out a bitter smile on her face.

He smiled bitterly in his mouth: "Brother Luo Fu, it's nothing to die because of you." ”

"But sister, I haven't taken your body yet, it's really a loss to die."

Talking to myself, just said this.

A pair of big thick fingers had already been clubbed into Murong Yan's mouth.

Tremble in the balance!

Thundered!

A deafening thunderclap suddenly exploded over the temple!

That explosion of thunder seemed to be released by boundless anger, and the explosion of its sound actually made the more than 20,000 monks on the scene feel a tingling pain in their ears and dizzy!

All the monks on the ground, collectively changed color, and looked up at the sky one after another.

However, I haven't had time to see who is coming.

In everyone's sight, a sword with a full 1,200 zhang zhang appeared!

The sword is full of heaven and earth, and within the sword body, there is a terrifying divine power that makes everyone want to be terrified.

And above the sword, there is the Nine Heavens God Slaughter Sword Formation framed by the three main swords!

Before anyone reacts.

That Heavenly Sword has come down!

The vast giant sword fell from the sky, and the blade of the sword forcefully discharged the air, domineering, and plunged into the ground!

Rumble!

Sword to the ground!

A ring of tyrannical sword power, in the shape of a ring, exploded.

Recently, a thousand monks were directly swept out by Jianwei, and their bodies were cut through hundreds of tiny wounds in an instant!

Burst!

Thousands of monks, in the midst of flying, burst out with clouds of blood mist all over their bodies!

And, Wu Meng, who was about to commit murder against Murong Yan, bore the brunt of the attack!

He is located on the landing point of the Heavenly Sword.

That Wu Meng didn't even have time to let out a scream, and he was pierced through his body by a huge sword ray, and he was annihilated on the spot!

"Haoran Immortal Gang Shield!"

When all the monks were like a wave of horror and retreated, Lu Zifeng had a cold face and scolded coquettishly.

The strong power of Confucianism immediately turned into an elliptical light shield, protecting her and bearing the shock wave of sword power for her.

The group of enemies quickly stabilized their figures, and they all looked at the sword that was inserted in the ground.

At this glance, everyone is like falling into an ice cave!

"Shhh...... 1,200 zhang sword, is it ...... Refining a great power? ”

Even if he is a cultivator of the Great Perfection of God Refining, he can only release 1,100 zhang sword rays!

This great secret realm has only been open for a few days, when was the power of refining the void realm born?

This thought made all the monks at the scene feel creepy.

Even a large number of monks have already tried to flee.

Seeing that Lu Zifeng was unstable, he shouted: "Don't be fooled, the power of this sword is far from reaching the realm of refining the void!" ”

"Otherwise, with a sword coming down, none of our 20,000 monks will be spared!"

After saying that, Lu Zifeng raised his head for the second time and looked at the sky angrily: "Who is pretending to be a ghost!" ”

The group cultivators stabilized their minds and raised their heads one after another.

But under this look, there are color changes one after another.

In that high sky, there is a thousand-foot ancestral dragon, covering the sky and the sun, spreading its wings and soaring!

On the top of the giant dragon's head, there was a man standing with his hands in his hands, his face as cold as ice.

Murong Yan looked up to the sky, and suddenly laughed freely: "My brother Luo Fu has come to save me." ”

"You, all! Get! Die! ”

in the sky.

Luo Fu, the silence is terrible.

A pair of starry eyes have narrowed into a thin line.

Murong Yan's tragic situation made him feel an irrepressible anger in his heart, soaring.

Even anger made his voice much hoarse.

"Xiao Gu, as far as the eye can see, inch! Grass! No! Bear! ”

Roar!

The earth-shattering dragon roared, wrapped in the wind, and fell to the ground with a bang!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dragon's mouth is opened, the ancient Ming Ten Thousand Demon Ancestor Dragon Beast, the Ancestor Dragon Breath, three consecutive shots!

Three earth-destroying dragon breath fireballs bloomed into magnificent flame flowers in the dense crowd.

Quick as a wink!

Three or four hundred monks were blown to pieces on the spot!

The gap is too big!

Xiao Gu, who is a fourth-order double, has crossed the limit of the level, and has already reached an astonishing sevenfold refining void!

And in the entire scene, it was Lu Zifeng, who was refining the god threefold, and he had only crossed the level of refining the void sixfold.

Unless someone who holds an immortal weapon or an artifact, Xiao Gu is not afraid of any strong enemy.

Luo Fu had a cold face, stretched out his index finger with his right hand, hooked his fingertips, and picked them up.

Boom!

1,200 zhang sword rays, rising from the ground!

The Excalibur soared into the air, and in an instant, it was another big vertical slash, slashing towards the crowd.

Rumble!

Carry all before one!

With a sword slash, there were hundreds of cultivators who were refining gods and a heavy cultivator, and they were blasted into powder by the sword power.

There are even thirty god refining double cultivators, don't blow up, spit blood in your mouth, and be seriously injured.

Immediately.

Three more dragon breaths, falling from the sky!

The sword of the sky was also slashed twice!

Luo Fu had a cold face, now, he just wanted to kill people, and he was merciless!

Lu Zifeng hurriedly dodged the dragon's breath.

She could feel the terrifying power of the dragon's breath, and she would never dare to be contaminated by the dragon's breath to the corners of her clothes.

"Blood Demon Tongtian - in charge of life and death!"

"Luo Fu, I want to avenge my cousin Lu Chen, and crush your bones to ashes!"

With Lu Zifeng's scolding, a large amount of demonic qi poured out.

A pair of four-hundred-zhang blood demon giant hands rushed up to the sky, grabbing Luo Fu's Heavenly Sword alive!

That pair of demon hands were desperate to pick the sword body, and even black tendons protruded on the back of the hand!

But the terrifying sword light did not even appear a crack.

And the sword that slashed down was also held by the bloody hand, and it was stalemate.

Seeing this, Lu Zifeng was shocked: "How come!?" ”

"I refine the realm of the threefold god and even exert my magic skills, but I can't even crush the eightfold sword of the palace god!?"

"The cultivation of this beast has gone a long way!"

When Lu Zifeng saw that he couldn't take Luo Fu, he turned his eyes and shouted at the rest of the monks: "Don't mess up! ”

"There are 20,000 of us, and I'm afraid that he will be a man and a beast!?"

"Listen to the order, collectively perform magic skills, and gather fire and Luo Fu!"

"As soon as he dies, that terrifying demon beast will be out of his control!"

More than 19,000 enemy monks are qualified to enter the Great Secret Realm, and they are naturally all experienced in a hundred battles.

They quickly calmed down from their panic.

The next moment.

Nearly 20,000 weapons, held high at the same time, pointed at Luo Fu.

That scene is immense!