Ever since Zhang Muliu smashed the transparent curtain, in fact, this radius of dozens of miles has been shrouded in a large array. The Void Refining Cultivator that the White Qilin fought against was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he was still a native monk of Zhanbu Continent.

There was a saying very early on, and it was said that it was Brother Zhanbuzhou.

There is no human being under the infant, and there is no human being above the infant.

Those who can't be promoted to Yuanying are mostly tofu brains and fart-pinched generals. And those who can advance to Yuanying are almost all able to overwhelm ordinary monks in other continents.

The cultivator who refining the void is also prestigious, stuck in the Jindan realm for more than three hundred years, and his appearance has long changed into a white-bearded old man, and then somehow broke the bottleneck, and then he broke the realm every hundred years, swishing up to the realm of refining the void.

With such an inspirational existence, it does make many people have the intention to persevere.

Not to mention the merits of this battle, just talking about this self-proclaimed Chi Daoist cultivator, Zhang Muliu actually has a good impression.

Because there will be many people in this world who insist on doing something seemingly impossible, and there will always be people who will sneer at it, and even more so, there will be people who will pour a few basins of cold water from time to time. Most people will give up halfway through these words that don't hurt the body at all, but every sentence can poke a hole in the eye. And the rest of those who continue to climb the mountain do not feel that there is much hope, but that there is no way back. Therefore, among these people, if one person grits his teeth and climbs to the top of the mountain, the rest of the people will not be jealous, but will feel that there is hope for this road.

Therefore, Chi Dao people are running all over the place here, but it is difficult for nine out of nine to live a famous Zhanbu Zhou, which will always be a flag planted on the top of the mountain, always telling those who climb the mountain that someone has gone up!

The white qilin was the opposite of Zhang Muliu, and he didn't have a good eye for Chi Daoren.

How many people in this world have the audacity to say that they want a unicorn to be a mount? Even those ancient gods, few of them can be recognized by the unicorn.

As for Zhang Muliu, he would never say who the mount was, and he never thought about it that way in his heart. So the Blue Flame Qilin will give him a ride, so the White Qilin is willing to carry him.

Chi Daoren was very happy at this time, while holding a whisk and constantly making a move, there was a seal in one hand, and the thunder in his palm surged, but it was quite authentic Daomen Thunder Method, which was much stronger than Zhi Jiuyuan.

At this moment, he suddenly released a thousand zhang dharma phase, and his shoulders were level with the sea of clouds. Fa Xiang had a whip in his left hand, and the palm of his right hand was facing upward, and the thunder roared, stirring up the sea of clouds in all directions, and countless lightning bolts jumped on the sunny sky.

Chi Daoren sat cross-legged in the Zhongyuan Palace, stroked his beard and smiled: "I didn't expect to meet such a strange thing on this trip, Qilin!

The white qilin looked indifferent, and slowly rose to the sky, at the same level as the huge head, and didn't say a word, just raised his head and roared, and the sky shook endlessly.

A moment later, dozens of women appeared out of thin air in front of the white unicorn, all dressed in white, all holding musical instruments in their hands, all different.

I saw a woman lying down playing the pipa, and when the strings moved, the bone flute behind was also echoed. There is also a woman in white sitting on a high place, playing the piano in her hand, as if it is a long-lost winding beam, of course, it is just an imitation. There is also a person in white clothes, with long sleeves dancing in the wind, holding a long flute with a mellow and soft voice. In addition, there are two women playing Naser and Xun, and more than ten ensembles playing bells and shengs.

Finally, there was a woman holding Xi Qin in her arms, and her voice was poignant.

Below Le Qing looked at it, and said in his heart Good guy, he can degenerate metallicity to this extent, and this formation is really incomparable.

The ancient beast with a multicolored coat turned around and clawed again, and a column of water knocked the talisman monk away.

Le Qing turned his head to look at Zhang Muliu and said with a smile: "Do you kid have any tricks to see?"

Zhang Muliu smiled slightly, rushed to the sky with a long sword in his hand, bowed slightly, and folded his hands on You Fang. The tip of the sword of You Fang was inserted in the air, and a light curtain at the top of the arc was emitted from the tip of the sword, covering the sword cultivation of the road like a cauldron.

The white-clothed young man swept a sword, and countless flames overflowed from the ground like springs, like fire boiling the earth, and lava splashed everywhere for a while. The white-clothed swordsman suddenly had black hair flying, and his sword intent was agitated, and the two true intentions of water and fire overflowed from the body, one yin and one yang circled and entangled, and evolved into a place where the earth floated on the lava, like a chessboard to be the bottom of the cauldron.

The sky is round and the place is round, and the rules are the way of heaven!

So at this moment, there was an additional sword formation in the big array, the white clothes and the green shirt pressed the formation, one in the black shirt held the bamboo foot, the right hand was behind him, the left arm was slightly tilted, the tip of the sword was pointed obliquely at the ground, and he grinned at the Hedao sword cultivator.

"Zhushan Zhang Muliu, ask the sword!"

The middle-aged man was a sword cultivator, and his smile was hard to hide at the moment, and his eyes were full of appreciation.

I saw that he casually held a sword flower in his hand, but there was no movement when he cut off the cage of heaven and earth. So this sword cultivator smiled faintly and said:

"Lu Sheng took the sword. ”

The young man in black burst out with a fierce aura, and a brazier hovered high, like a big sun. Zhang Muliu's three doppelgangers climbed at the same time, and they had reached the peak of distraction in an instant. And the formation that was previously displayed also had ripples, and the sword cultivation that was at the peak of the Merge Dao was pressed into a new Merge Dao.

Lu Sheng was a little helpless, this increase and subtraction were not just the realm. He held his sword and smiled:

"The afterlife is terrifying! What a three-talent sword formation. ”

Le Qing slapped the monk who couldn't even use the two-sleeved talisman with another claw, and this time it was the Wood Attribute Dao Rule.

"I'm really convinced this time! The image of the three talents of heaven, earth and man, taking advantage of the general trend of heaven and earth to make a sword, there is really yours. ”

The white unicorn at the very high place also smiled slightly, and said in his heart that this was about the same.

And Liu Gong, who was sitting in the distance, was just a plate of peanuts, and his jaw was about to fall to the ground at this time. The young man touched the feng quan in his hand, his lips moved slightly, "Master is so fierce!"

Seeing that the swordsman who was divided into three was so violent, Demon Ling finally carefully removed the hands covering his forehead. The little ghost cultivator grinned and said, "I must follow him to his hometown, there are so many powerful people, who will dare to shout about catching ghosts in the future." My Demon Ling Great Ghost King also has a backer!"

Zhang Muliu's side, in fact, is just a battle to look at the bigger. Just as the people under the heavens are always divided into men and women. In the eyes of most people, monks are divided into whether they are sword cultivators or not.

Although the snake spirit on the top of Fengquan Mountain is also in the realm of Merge, if it is compared with this Hedao, it is the gap between Mud Coin and Quan'er. Both are money, the difference is that the former can buy one thing, and the latter can buy a thousand.

Therefore, in fact, it seems to be evenly matched, but in fact, Zhang Muliu is not easy at all.

Lu Sheng seemed to be very tired of this Dao robe, and after a sword aura swept by, the Dao robe on his body dissipated completely, and he was replaced by a gray robe holding a short sword.

"This sword has been with me for many years, called a turbidity scene. Lu Sheng said lightly.

Zhang Muliu stepped forward in an instant, one turned around and slashed a sword diagonally, the latter raised his hand to resist, and the two swords collided suddenly, and suddenly sparks splashed, and the sword qi rippled and overflowed in circles and circles, constantly colliding with the dome of the sky.

The black-clothed young man smiled: "This sword is called Zhulu, and there was a person named Zhang Shuying twenty years ago, you should know." ”

The two figures, one black and one gray, kept staggering, and every time they fought, there was a muffled thunder explosion, and there was a long roar of sword intent.

Lu Sheng frowned, this kid was divided into three to use this three-talent big array, even if the formation was blessed, and there was that brazier hanging high, it would not be the slightest bit of combat power, right?

The middle-aged man in gray shook his head and smiled, what about strong sword intent?

"It's okay for you to have an ordinary way in the cross-border realm, but since you are fighting against the sword cultivator across the border at this moment, then I will give you the knowledge of the rise. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly retreated to the side, holding the sword in both hands, carrying the short sword behind his back, bending his legs slightly, and slashing forward with his right shoulder holding his wrist.

For a while, the wind suddenly rose, and the sword qi slashed towards Zhang Muliu like a long rainbow.

Lu Sheng said lightly: "Teach you a sword." ”

The young man in black was restrained, and the verdant sword in his hand was wrapped in a layer of black gas, and there were fireworks around.

Zhang Muliu flew into the air and stabbed down with a sword, and countless sword shadows rained down, and the sword qi that Lu Sheng slashed dissipated when it was contaminated by the raindrops, and the heavy rain instantly ate the sword qi clean.

Zhang Muliu said casually: "Why don't I teach you." ”

The sword rain that seemed to be able to incinerate everything refused to stop after "eating" Lu Sheng's sword qi, and turned a strange turn and shot towards Lu Sheng again. The latter sneered, and vanished.

Suddenly, a sword light swept from behind Zhang Muliu, and the black-clothed young man was stopped at the waist and slashed in two with a sword. Lu Sheng turned his head suddenly, with the short sword in his hand on the right side, a beam of light knocked it back dozens of zhang, and his cheeks were scratched with a light blood groove.

The figure of the young man who had been cut off by the waist before dissipated with a gust of wind, but there was a young man holding a verdant sword in the place where the land was originally located. The streamer flew back, turning into an ordinary long sword hovering beside Zhang Muliu.

Zhang Muliu smiled and asked, "How?"

Lu Sheng sighed, "What a calculation!"

The young man with black clothes and even darker heart didn't think about hurting people with the bamboo foot in his hand at the beginning, and the sword rain was just a cover. The most convincing thing is that Zhang Muliu had already calculated and used that flying sword to sneak attack, and he stabbed at himself with all his might.

It seems that he has already calculated that Lu Sheng will suddenly come to his side.

Lu Sheng gently wiped the blood on his cheeks, his eyes finally darkened, and his smile was more ugly than that of Demon Ling.

"Can you guess what I mean?"

Zhang Muliu's brows furrowed tightly, looking at Lu Sheng's strange weather, as if he was facing a great enemy.

I saw Lu Sheng slowly rising into the air, holding a short sword in one hand, and after closing his eyes and opening his eyes, his eyes were red, and with a roar, the three talents were shattered, and there was a long-haired dancing Baizhang Faxiang holding a short sword, and his eyes were extremely pitying.

Lu Sheng sneered: "Sword cultivation, naturally it is necessary to conform to the sword intent!"

When the Sancai Great Array was shattered, the black-clothed youth and the green-shirted swordsman had already disappeared, except for a white-clothed man carrying You Fang, kneeling on one knee with his hands on his hands, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

A blue light flew to Liu Gong's side, and the bamboo foot was directly inserted into the young man's side, and the sword body trembled non-stop, as if he hadn't fought enough.

Le Qing said: "It's very powerful, when you first get distracted, you can fight with an old guy who is at the peak of the Dao and is the sword intent of the Dao for so long, it's really rare." Replace me!"

Zhang Muliu shook his head, and replied helplessly: "You take care of your side first, don't you wait for others to come out of the formation before you fight seriously?"

As he spoke, he slowly spoke in a voice that could be heard by both Le Qing and Bai Qilin, "Xiaobai, if you can finish the fight quickly, try to hurry up, we really won't be able to get out if we drag it on." ”

Bai Qilin frowned and said, "There are still people coming, where did he come from so many great cultivators in the noodle pool?"

Zhang Muliu was silent for a moment, and said solemnly: "I don't know, but I feel wrong." If it comes again, I'm afraid it won't be a refinement. ”

Le Qing waved out the metallic Dao rule with one claw, and knocked the talisman monk back, also frowning, "Could it be that he can still have a tribulation monk?

Zhang Muliu only said a quick decision, then got up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, squinted at Lu Sheng, and said coldly:

"The sword intent should also be divided into high and low. ”

Lu Sheng laughed: "How tall?"

The young man in white slowly closed his eyes, and during the time when he lost his cultivation, he slept soundly every day, refining swords in his dreams, and at the same time, he was also trying to grasp that wisp of sword intent. It was also by relying on that wisp of sword intent that he was able to reshape the small world of the human body.

The Yellow Court of the Water Hall in the small world suddenly trembled, and a plaque suddenly appeared at the door of the huge palace that was almost transparent, and a wisp of sword qi gathered from all directions, and slowly engraved two words "Sword Pavilion" on the plaque.

Yuan Ying, who had been leaning against the pillar, slowly got up, stood at the door of the Sword Pavilion with no confusion in his hand, and grinned at the hanging sun.

The white-clothed swordsman suddenly opened his eyes, and a sword intent swept through this large array like a heavenly river, and the Fu Gong monk and Chi Dao people all squinted at Zhang Muliu.

Bai Qilin smiled slightly: "That's how it feels." ”

The momentum of dozens of white-clothed women changed, ten musical instruments sounded in unison, and the sound waves were higher than one heavy, and the white unicorn said lightly: "I have lived for tens of thousands of years, and it is the first time that someone wants to use me as a mount!"

Chi Daoren turned around and wanted to run, but after a few steps, he returned to the same place, he frowned and said, "Why is Daoist friend like this? ”

The white unicorn turned a deaf ear, but the sound wave struck, and the law of Chi Dao was shattered in an instant, and after a wail, there was a small white deer beside Liu Gong, and he stepped on a white-bearded old man.

Le Qing couldn't stop snorting, what did he say in his heart what was a divine beast? This is a fucking divine beast!

The five-colored divine dog turned his head to look at the talisman monk and said with a faint smile: "You also want to run? ”

The corners of Fu Xiu's mouth twitched, and countless talismans suddenly flew out of his sleeves, and the yellow paper was overwhelming for a while.

"You dead dog is too deceitful! I have formed a great array, how can you endure me?"

Le Qing scratched his nose with his front paws, and suddenly a sneeze, mixed with thunder light, blew away the large array of talismans that had just been formed, and together with the talisman monks, they were shattered by thunder, and their gods were destroyed.

Turning back into a black-haired puppy and returning to Liu Gong's side, he also stepped on Chi Daoren's head, and flicked it with his paws a few times, maybe he felt a little bored, so he sat on the face of the cultivator who was refining the void, sighing and sighing.

"Sure enough, I'm too greedy. ”

Zhang Muliu said indifferently to Lu Sheng: "This sword is not confused. ”

A sword is mixed with supreme sword intent, and there is a fusion of water and fire, under the two qi of yin and yang, a sword is slashed away, as if the sky is above.

There was no sword light, only a piercing roar was heard, and an arc of blood spilled out from behind Lu Sheng.

The young man in white tightened his face, quickly turned his head to look at Le Qing and Bai Qilin, and shouted loudly: "Take the two of them and leave, Le Qing knows where to go!"

The white unicorn looked solemn and looked away!

Le Qing pulled Liu Gong up with one paw, and when he went to drag the demon Ling again, he found that the little girl was gone.

The little ghost cultivator ran behind Zhang Muliu again, pulled his cuffs, and grinned: "I'm dead anyway, and it's not a big deal to die again." ”

Demon Ling looked at Lu Sheng, whose realm was so high that it was terrifying, his mouth was bigger than his face, revealing two rows of fangs, and roared: "Finally, someone is in charge of the food, so I won't leave!"

The white unicorn also turned back into a unicorn again, slowly walked to Zhang Muliu's side, looked at the gray-clothed middle-aged man who was the most clumsy in the distance, and said lightly: "Fart!"

Le Qing's gums trembled a little, pulled Liu Gong forward, hid behind Bai Qilin and muttered, "Yes!

Lu Sheng's figure was illusory, and he came to Zhang Muliu's side in an instant, and then returned to the same place in an instant, but there was a little girl in black in his hand.

He lifted the demon ling, threw it into the distance, shook his head, and said with a smile, "yes! ”

Zhang Muliu rushed out suddenly, making a gesture and slashing a sword, but after a loud noise, he didn't get confused and walked away, and a big hole with the thickness of an arm appeared in the young man's lower abdomen.

The young man's arm in the back trembled, and he was about to step forward while holding the wind spring, but he was held down by Le Qing on the shoulder.

I saw that the gourd had changed into a colorful one again, but this time it did not maintain that shape all the time, but slowly shrunk, turning into a tiger skin skirt wrapped around his waist, holding a giant axe in one hand, and a kobold human general.

Le Qing went back and forth in an instant, snatching back the unconscious Zhang Muliu, Liu Gong hurriedly stuffed a pill into Zhang Muliu's mouth, and gently pushed Zhang Muliu with trembling lips.

"Master...... Don't scare me! We haven't gone back to your hometown yet, so we still have to find a mountain to start a sect!"

Bai Qilin spat on the hole in Zhang Muliu's lower abdomen, and said speechlessly: "It's not an ordinary person, where is it so easy to die?

As he spoke, he stepped forward instantly, and in the blink of an eye, a formation was laid out.

Lu Sheng stepped out, but returned to the same place, shook his head and smiled, and smashed the strange formation with a random slap, and with another slap, the white unicorn was also fanned away.

Then he turned his head to look at Le Qing and said jokingly, "How long can the king of Pang, how long can he last?"

In the south of Shengshen Continent, in a small lakeside courtyard, a puppy with its first horns suddenly disappeared.

Le Qing's momentum skyrocketed again, almost at the peak of refining the void, a golden armor suddenly draped on his body, he rushed forward with a giant axe, and fought with that land sheng endlessly.

But even if he was united in the two places and returned to the peak of refining the void, it would still be difficult to parry a tribulation monk. Lu Sheng just played with one hand at will, but Le Qing wielded the giant axe with all his might.

After fighting for a long time, it was really not interesting, and it was another slap, and Le Qing was also slapped away.

After the robbery of sword cultivation, he didn't even use the sword, so he beat Zhang Muliu and his party to the point that they had no power to fight back.

After all, he is a monk who walks on the highest place in the world.

Liu Gong pulled out the bamboo foot and laid it flat on Zhang Muliu's side. The young man in green shirt clenched the sword in his hand, looking at the gray-clothed middle-aged man in the distance who was almost heaven and earth with him, he was not the slightest bit afraid at this moment.

The young man held the wind spring in his hand, clutched the hilt of the sword, and his legs were protected in front of Zhang Muliu like roots, his eyes looked at Lu Sheng, and he didn't say a word.

Lu Sheng, who walked slowly, wondered, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Liu Gong held back for a long time and said, "I'm afraid of your mother!"

After finishing speaking, the young man seemed to be puzzled, so he added: "You shameless old monster, your mother is already dead, right?"

Lu Sheng was still smiling, but he had already raised his arm.

Liu Gong breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes lightly, as if he was very calm. He muttered, "I wanted to die for a long time, at least in front of the master." Thank you, Master, for looking up to Liu Gong. ”

How can the young man not know that in the mountain of Youshe, the young man who claimed to have lived to the top of the mountain, why did he have to let himself say something?

Of course, young people know that what can be easily gained without giving will be lost quickly.

So this young man who went to Doubing City to seek death, when he saw Zhang Muliu, he suddenly didn't want to die.

I waited quietly for a long time, but there was no movement. Liu Gongxin said that it doesn't hurt to die? Then those who will yell and scream when they are dying are yelling and fart!

Damn, the master will open his eyes and see how the scenery is on the Huangquan Road!

Suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that Bai Qilin, Le Qing, and the little girl in black were all in front of him, he sighed and said, "Are they all dead? Isn't it true that you're dead?"

No one paid attention to him, and the young man turned his head to look left and right in embarrassment, only to realize that the scenery was very good!

Didn't you say that the Netherworld was hanging upside down? Why is it so beautiful?

I was about to ask, but there was a laugh in my ears. The young man turned his head to look, and there was a man in a green shirt who looked very similar to the master, smiling and looking at this side.

The man smiled: "You are all good, you will go to our hometown with Liu'er in the future, but don't be restrained, we don't dare to say anything anywhere, but everyone is not bad." ”

Bai Qilin asked lightly: "Gatekeeper?"

......

In the outside world, Lu Sheng's brows furrowed, this radius of dozens of miles, along with himself, seemed to have fallen into a void space. Although the surrounding scenery has not changed, except for a white-clothed young man who was seriously injured on the ground and a half-dead Chi Daoren, the rest of the people have disappeared.

But what's there to be afraid of, can you still have a Mahayana?

At this moment, a sword light swept by, and a young man in white came here, and Lao Yuan scolded: "You old shameless thing! A dignified monk came to bully a young man who had just been distracted, and your fucking face fell to the ground?

Lu Sheng sneered: "The sword begs for death?"

A sword qi slashed towards Jiang Mohang, and the man in white said two words with extreme speed.

The first sentence says, "Fuck your mother!"

In the second sentence, he shouted aggrievedly: "Uncle Zhang, come and save your life! ”

A green shirt appeared out of thin air, flicked his fingers to disperse the sword qi, his arm was slightly raised, and the long sword bamboo foot beside Zhang Muliu roared endlessly, and instantly flew into the hand of the man in green shirt.

The comer, of course, is Zhang Shuying.

He turned his head to look at the seriously injured young man on the ground, smiled slightly, and said softly: "Stinky boy, you have a heart." ”

Lu Sheng's face was very ugly, he looked up with a short sword in his hand, and suddenly laughed continuously, and said with a sad smile:

"So it's the gatekeeper?"

Zhang Shuying looked at it coldly, and said in a deep voice after a while:

"Where's the face?"