A strong person like a Futu monk, even if he is dead, his momentum and remaining fighting instinct are enough to suppress Lu Xiaotian, a newly promoted mid-stage Jindan monk, who is struggling, which shows his terrifyingness. The robe on the Futu monk's body is by no means simple to look at the clouds, there is a faint flow of spiritual light, even if it is thousands of years away from the burning of the Van Luo spiritual fire, it has not been destroyed by the clouds, but there are a few tattereds on it, and there are neat holes cut out by the sword qi. It seems that it should be left over from the battle with the Ethereal Venerable. I don't know how strong the Ethereal Venerable was at that time. Lu Xiaotian was a little fascinated in his heart.

The face of the Futu monk looks no different from ordinary people except for some dry drafts, but absolutely no one will regard such a domineering person as an ordinary guy, the only thing that is a little confusing is the empty eyes of the Futu monk, without a trace of brilliance, it seems that as Luo Zhongting said, the original spirit of the Futu monk has been destroyed, and what remains is just a walking corpse.

It's just that when he was swept by those empty eyes, Lu Xiaotian still had a feeling of horror.

The monk slapped one hand on the edge of the stone pool, and the whole person flew up into the air, looking up to the sky and roaring, and an extreme resentment was like a storm in the sea, and the waves were monstrous. Lu Xiaotian could feel the hatred of the Futu monks for Venerable Miao from this resentment.

As if sensing Lu Xiaotian's covetousness, the empty and innocent eyes of the Futu monk swept condescendingly to Lu Xiaotian's body, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was about to shoot at Lu Xiaotian.

Lu Xiaotian's heart suddenly jumped to his throat, in the face of such a strong enemy, he didn't even have the strength to resist.

"This Futu monk looks like he's going to do it, is there a way?" Lu Xiaotian tasted this helpless feeling for the first time, gritted his teeth and asked Luo Zhongting, he was as strong as a Futu monk, and Lu Xiaotian would never give up hope of life.

"What can be done, it's a big deal to die together. Luo Zhongting smiled bitterly, he didn't expect that even if there was no Yuan Shen, the trace of fighting instinct left by the Futu monk could still feel the peeping meaning of the two of them,

Bastard! Lu Xiaotian scolded secretly, but he didn't regret it, Lu Xiaotian straightened his waist and stood tall at the Futu monk who was about to slap his palm, "Come on, before I die, let me see the means of overhauling the late Yuan Infant again, and it will not be in vain to die in the hands of a monk who is close to the Transformation Gods!"

"Why are you still provoking him at this time, I really don't know whether to live or die!" Luo Zhongting was a little angry.

"The Futu monks have already started it, is there any difference between recruiting and not provoking?" Lu Xiaotian smiled, and when the matter came, he was a little more calm than the previous trembling.

Luo Zhongting's tone was sluggish, and he said dejectedly, "That's it, it seems that the matter is coming, I might as well be calm, if you can live longer, the future is limitless, it's a pity." ”

For the first time, Luo Zhongting's tone carried a little respect for Lu Xiaotian, even if Lu Xiaotian had shown careful thinking before, he was not surprised when he encountered something. It can only show that Lu Xiaotian's city is extremely deep, and such an opponent will make people feel jealous. But the deeper the city, the stronger the control of things, once faced with a situation out of control, they will either behave more panicked than ordinary people, or more hysterical outbursts. This kind of person Luo Zhongting has seen a lot, but when Lu Xiaotian faced the invincible body of the Futu monk, he showed a kind of ease. Let Luo Zhongting see that Lu Xiaotian is scheming and calculating, in fact, he is a little more sunny and free than ordinary monks who are full of killing and ruthlessness. There are too many people who lose themselves in killing and calculating, but they often forget their original heart.

Lu Xiaotian didn't think so much at this time, in the face of absolute strength, no matter how many conspiracies and tricks he had, no matter how far he thought, it was just floating clouds. At least in the face of the palm slapped by the Futu monk, Lu Xiaotian felt that all his vitality had been cut off by this huge palm shadow. Even if it is a puppet doll, it can only delay the huge palm shadow for a moment, and after an instant, he who lacks even the ability to escape, will still die.

Boom! What caused a loud noise was not the palm shadow of the Futu monk, but the tremor of the entire enclosed small space. A little elegant, but there is a peerless sharp aura in the elegant, which seems to be coming through time and space.

The slapping palm of the Futu monk stopped abruptly, and he raised his head and roared, replaced by a monstrous anger instead of the cold and ruthless face of Lu Xiaotian and Luo Zhongting before.

Lu Xiaotian didn't understand what was going on, the Futu monk had already punched the sky a few times, and suddenly the sky collapsed, and the entire space supported by huge prohibitions and spiritual objects collapsed.

In the endless chaos, a transparent lightsaber several feet long broke through the sky from the west, and the lightsaber was wrapped in a transparent circular light shield, like a spirit sword in the womb.

The giant sword gave people a fluttering, but fluttering aura of invincible sharpness and domineering.

"Ethereal Sword Fetus!" Luo Zhongting in the Forbidden Soul Bead had an unconcealable fear in his voice at this time.

"What is the Ethereal Sword Fetus?" Lu Xiaotian said suspiciously.

"It is the invincible sword intent left behind after the fall of the Ethereal Venerable, maybe it was because the Ethereal Venerable felt that the limit was approaching, so he formed his sword intent into a Dao Yuan sword fetus and sealed it, so that the people with unscrupulous intentions would use everything in the Ethereal Hall to make trouble again and endanger the Immortal Cultivation Realm! Luo Zhongting's voice replied interferingly.

Lu Xiaotian felt that this sword fetus was somewhat similar to the countless sword qi he had encountered in the prohibition before, but it was obviously too powerful, but he couldn't be very sure about the specifics.

The figure of the lightsaber in the light mask trembled, and a soft groan sound, and the distance of hundreds of zhang flickered. The blade of the sword pointed directly at the eyebrows of the Futu monk.

The Futu monk roared angrily, his body flashed, and he didn't dodge it, and he rushed towards the huge sword body head-on. For a while, the energy in the air was shocking, even if it was the escaping sword qi, or the power of the Futu monk being scattered, it was enough to kill Lu Xiaotian. In the enclosed space here, under the battle between the ethereal sword fetus and the Futu monks, it collapsed everywhere, and a large amount of magma rose into the sky, scattering turbulence everywhere. The surrounding environment is extremely harsh. However, with the battle of this sword and a monk, a few openings have been broken in the space here, which is enough for him to go out, Lu Xiaotian took a breath, forcibly pressed the discomfort caused by the coercion of the battle between the ethereal sword tire and the Futu monk, and flew towards a big opening on his head.

Boom! The Futu monk punched out, and a mountain peak more than 100 zhang tall was directly smashed flat by this seemingly fluttering punch. The sword fetus's body trembled, and the energy that was separated seemed to be even splitting this unstable space. The fist is overflowing, and the sword qi is vertical and horizontal.