"Welcome the little uncle down the mountain!"

The sound of the tsunami in the mountains is heard all over the peaks of Wudang, and it can be heard everywhere.

Those Wudang disciples who were scattered everywhere and were fighting desperately with the blood-clothed people were suddenly shocked.

"Uncle Xiaoshi, have you gone down the mountain?"

"Isn't he the old man who is not the first in the world and will never go down the mountain?"

"Wudang is in danger, if the little uncle and ancestor don't go down the mountain, what's the point of being the first in the world?"

"No, maybe he's already the number one in the world!"

"Really?"

......

Caught in a battle to the death, his aura was already weakened, but when he encountered a turning point, all the Wudang disciples were excited, and gathered to the top of the Heavenly Pillar from all directions.

In the distance, they saw a figure like a fairy and a saint stepping on the ladder of heaven and falling down to the mortal world.

That's what it is......

The legendary little uncle who sat alone on the top of the mountain for ten years?

The avenue is like the wind, and it is always with it.

The legend is true.

All the Wudang disciples immediately rejoiced and swept away the previous decline.

And their opponent, the Blood-Coated Man, was terrified.

There are mountains in Wudang, and there are immortals on the mountains, how can people be enemies with immortals?

Run, run!

The blood-clothed men did not say a word, and fled in all directions, not even having the courage to say cruel words.

......

Heaven and man descend, and the green clouds are the ladder.

With such a vision, the white-haired demon boy was no longer as proud as before, his face was gloomy, and a thick and ominous blood color gradually rose in his eyes, gradually submerging the entire pupil.

And the next moment, a little white light was reflected in his pupils, sharp and dazzling.

With a finger, the sword flew in.

Silently, the sea of immeasurable blood cut open and shattered.

The white-haired demon boy's palm was suddenly broken.

Qizi suddenly felt a lot of pressure, and hurriedly went out of the battle, bowing down under Lu Chunliang's seat, and couldn't help himself.

"Uncle Junior Ancestor, you... You're finally down the mountain!"

"If you don't become the first in the world, don't you go down the mountain? Since you have gone down the mountain, have you become the first in the world? Then this number one in the world is too underestimated to look down on the heroes of the rivers and lakes!" The immature body, the old voice, and the white-haired demon boy laughed strangely, quite sarcastically.

"Down the mountain?" Lu Chunliang shook his head with a chuckle, "I think this should be called... The game world may be more suitable!"

"Huh?" the white-haired demon boy raised his eyebrows, and when he heard this, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The figure in front of him seems to be close to him, but there is a qi machine curling around the edge, like smoke and fog, as if illusory, not real, as if he will ride the wind at any time and leave the world.

"How did you do that?" the white-haired demon boy's face suddenly changed, fanatical, greedy, and even ...... Fear!

"Oh......" Lu Chunliang looked at his hands, and there was a wisp of qi on them that were wrapped around his ten fingers like smoke and mist, like a tired bird, and said in a quiet tone: "This is ...... It's a long story!"

His gaze drifted away.

......

The night before the day.

Wudang was shrouded in the boundless night, without a single light, and it was extremely depressing.

The top of the mountain is like a horn, piercing the black curtain of the cloud cover.

There was a lonely figure on it, looking up, the silver moon hung high, and the stars twinkled.

The gloom in his heart did not dissipate in the slightest.

Trouble, Wudang is in big trouble!

Horror, the old devil is really terrifying!

......

Lu Chunliang frowned and thought hard, only feeling extremely tricky.

The Zhenwu Seven Interception Array has been handed down, and it is a mutation of the essence of the Seven Star Bagua Array combined with the Yin and Yang of the Turtle and Snake.

It is in the same vein as the formation they manipulated before, and with this foundation, it shouldn't be difficult for the seven sons to learn!

Sixty-four times the true qi was multiplied, which was enough to defeat the Seven Evil Demons of the Blood Demon.

So now you're worried about yourself?

The old demon is entrenched in the Demon Cave, I don't know what magic skills he is cultivating, and he already has a half-step innate appearance.

Once successful, even if it is not innate, it will go further.

Innate wonderland, martial arts will can shake the outside world, under the sympathy of heaven and man, every move has great power.

This is already a leap in the essence of martial arts, the difference between heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth are powerful, and the innate is complete.

Mystery and mystery, mystic phenomena occur.

Innately, no matter how many people there are, they are ultimately useless.

This point, for ordinary martial artists, is naturally insurmountable.

But is he Lu Chunliang the kind of ordinary martial artist who has congenital limitations?

Apparently not!

A perfect innate body, the wisdom of the soul of two lifetimes, from the moment he was born, he was different.

Any martial arts practiced will produce all kinds of unbelievable special effects, the power is extraordinary, and even ordinary martial arts will eventually evolve into all kinds of strange and strange Qimen exercises, beyond imagination.

If it is said, the old demon already has the prototype of innate true qi, even if Lu Chunliang has a natural innate body.

In this way, the two of them are half a catty!

The only trouble is that his own realm is insufficient, and he only has the power of one blow.

When you run out of energy, you can't protect yourself.

It's not like the old devil's true qi that circulates endlessly, and his stamina is amazing.

Therefore, it is necessary to think of a complete strategy, which can not only be close to the enemy, but also far away to protect oneself.

When you think about it, there are only ......

Is it out of body?

That's not bad!

However, the primordial spirit is vain, and its power is really limited.

You must find a suitable body for your own primordial spirit, carry your own true element, and give full play to your own strength.

Incarnation?

Wait, there you have it!

Perhaps......

Lu Chun's conscience moved, and then he sat up cross-legged, his face without sadness or joy.

Call... Suck... Call... Suck...

He inhaled deeply, and countless natural breaths came from all directions, and then exhaled leisurely, endlessly.

I saw a mouthful of purple mist spit out from between my mouth and nose, floating in the air.

There is a mouthful of anger in the chest, and it is ten thousand years to spit and suck!

He inhaled, exhaled, and took one sip after another.

Every time he exhaled a breath of true qi, his face turned pale, and he gradually lost his blood.

But his eyes are becoming clearer and brighter, piercing bright.

So his fingers flicked in the air, like stroking the strings of a piano, flowing through the clouds and flowing water, incomparably beautiful.

True qi poured out into the air, condensed into silk, and under the traction of the fingertips, it was densely staggered, as if weaving silk, combining, and building, gradually showing a figure.

Limbs, abdomen, head, facial features...... One by one, from the general skeleton to the final complete formation of the entity, every detail is done, as if it were real, only the eyes are quite dull.

Then he exhaled for the last time, his mind was immersed, and he fell into an ethereal state of thoughtlessness.

The flesh sat upright as before, and a transparent figure had already sat up from it, fluttering and flying, into the body made of the silk of true qi.

Out of the body, true qi incarnation!

If you don't cultivate an immortal in martial arts, how can you be worthy of my damn talent!

Lu Chunliang looked at the entity-like body and flicked his fingers.

The fingertips hung down the true qi, a thread, a wisp, locked the clouds into a ladder, fluttering away.

......

Ideas change, only in a moment.

"Story, what story?" At this time, on Tianzhu Peak, the white-haired demon boy heard what Lu Chunliang said, and instinctively asked.

Lu Chunliang grinned toothily, quite sunny, "Lie to you!"

"You ......" The white-haired demon boy heard this, and his blood-colored eyes burst into flames.

A hundred-year-old devil, how could he have been so tricked by the juniors in the rivers and lakes?

"I'd like to see what tricks you can play?" the white-haired demon boy's eyes flashed with blood.

Behind him, there was a group of blood-clothed people whose faces were bruised, twisted and hideous, like evil ghosts crawling out of hell, losing their minds and pounced fiercely.

"These minions don't have to come up and die!" Lu Chunliang smiled slightly.

Seventy-two Veins Divine Sword!

His fingers flicked continuously, and his true qi shot out like a sword, dense as rain.

Sneer......

One after another, the figures fell to the ground like harvesting straw.

The incarnation of the original god can be ...... with a snap of your fingers

Homicide!