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Ten ancient demon god monuments, ups and downs.

Qiu Luo, who was of the Yingzhao clan, stared for a long time in front of the giant monument representing the ancient demon god Yingzhao.

The sky suddenly darkened, and then a black demon wind erupted.

"Whew. ”

This demon wind was menacing, and in an instant, it blew back and forth on the huge ice jade square.

"Calling for wind and rain?" Lu Bei's eyes condensed slightly, and after carefully confirming it, Fang said with a determined expression: "It's not ......"

"Lu Daoyou is the descendant of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Change?"

Emperor Zhenwu, who had been silent, suddenly asked.

This question immediately attracted the attention of the Heavenly Court God of Food and Princess Hong'er.

The God of Food's eyes are cold, and his heart says, will he survive the three disasters of Jindan with the changes of Tiangang?

So, which religion are you from?

"No wonder I was able to hide the perception of this palace three times and twice, I think it must be the work of the Tiangang Transformation Technique. ”

Princess Hong'er's eyes fell on Lu Bei's face, and some of the original confusion was finally solved at this time.

Lu Bei didn't say anything to argue, laughed but didn't say anything.

"The art of calling the wind and rain, the flow of ordinary immortals and immortals...... Even the earth immortals can barely cast it. However, either ask the Heavenly Court God to make rain, or use his own mana to condense qi to make rain...... Strictly speaking, it is not a real 'calling for wind and rain' technique. ”

The god of food retracted his mind, with a warm smile on his face, and explained.

"Everyone, look at ......it," Fairy Qingzhai pointed at Qiu Luo of the Yingzhao clan and said softly: "Although this son has comprehension, it is not enough to display the proud magic power of the ancient demon god. ”

Lu Bei turned his eyes and saw Qiu Luoshi of the Yingzhao clan after the wind and rain, and his face was depressed.

"Qiu Luo, you can't even cultivate your own [Red Wind Ink Rain Technique], are you worthy of being called the King of Huaifeng?"

The technique of red wind and ink rain is not the weather of the black wind that Qiu Luo just cast, and the rain falls into silk.

Seeing Qiu Luo's mediocre performance, the Bi Fang clan's fiery porcelain white and clear face showed a look of sarcasm, and shouted coquettishly.

Hearing Huoying's words, Qiu Luo's expression was quite depressed, and he subconsciously looked at Shang Yun, a girl from the Shang Yang clan.

Shang Yun, who is a fairy Taoist, wears a floral white checkered long skirt, like an iceberg snow lotus, pure and holy, elegant and quiet.

At this time, a pair of shining starry eyes looked at Qiu Luo, although he didn't speak, but a look of disappointment was revealed.

On the basis of the great sacrifice a hundred years ago, she had already comprehended the core inheritance of the ancestors, the ancient demon god Shang Yang, and this time she came again just to relieve the confusion in her heart from the demon god monument.

...... Why is the ancient demon god's supernatural powers not as powerful as she imagined?

According to the classics, there must have been heavy rain when the merchant sheep danced...... According to the clouds, before heavy rains, merchant sheep often bend and dance.

The name of witchcraft, a thousand illusions.

Yingying dances, graceful and graceful.

Its sharp blow was a bent foot, and it quickly volleyed into the air.

This magical power has no beginning and no end, and if you travel through time and space, you will not give up if you don't kill your opponent.

This is the cultivation of the ancient demon god Shang Yang at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal, and he issued a blow no less than that of Da Luo Daozun.

But Shang Yun's use of this magical power was just for her to reach a level comparable to the blow of a true immortal powerhouse.

How could she not be confused.

A pair of beautiful eyebrows frowned, and there was melancholy in Yingying's eyes.

But in the eyes of Qiu Luo, who is from the Yingzhao family, Shang Yun has nothing to gain from him, and he is extremely disappointed in his heart.

Thinking of this, Qiu Luo's handsome and fair-skinned face showed a touch of self-shame, and he was busy and fled to the Qionglou where his ancestor was located.

This move instantly attracted the demon generals and little demons who were observing the subtleties in the attic below, and they coaxed in unison.

Looking at the noisy scene in the Ice Jade Square of the Demon Master Palace.

Fairy Qing Zhai smiled slightly: "This little doll of the Yingzhao clan really lacks some tempering......

"Young Muai, self-pity and self-pity...... With such a weak heart, I am afraid that it will be much more difficult than ordinary people on the road to the future, and the achievements are also very limited. ”

Emperor Zhenwu made a serious little face, full of wisdom and insight to see through the world.

"Not necessarily ......"

Lu Bei's eyes were calm and waveless, and his tone was unhurried.

As soon as these words came out, Princess Hong'er's heart trembled inexplicably, and her eyes looked at Lu Bei Rushui with a slight strange color.

At this time, another descendant of the ancient demon god flew out from Qionglou to comprehend the demon god on the demon monument.

However, most of them are in vain, even if they are occasionally gained, they are not the fame of the ancient demon gods.

It's some ordinary and ordinary demon arts, and the effect on the true immortal demons and heavenly immortal demon kings who are currently fighting and killing with the demon body method is actually not very effective.

All of a sudden, from the beginning to the back, it seems that only the Huo Ying of the Bi Fang clan has realized the unique magical powers of his ancestor, the ancient demon god Bi Fang...... Away from the Dawn Gun.

At this time, the sky was getting dark.

A round of dark red sun slowly sank into the western wilderness, and the moonlight fell quietly in the square like water.

In the quiet night, the ten ancient demon god tablets emitted a green jade glow.

In the eternal night, eternal, lonely and mysterious.

Above the attic below, some demon generals and demon marshals invested on the giant monument with their divine thoughts, and they all gained different results.

But in the end, there was no more vision that Huo Ying had comprehended as amazingly.

Some True Immortal-level demons began to show impatience on their faces.

A true immortal-level demon with a blood-colored sword on his back, a burly figure and a rough face, covered his mouth with a big hand of a fan, yawned, and said vaguely: "Ha, what the hell is this Jiao Demon King doing? It's dark this day......

yes, it's dark.

Why haven't we finished the final process of the Great Sacrifice yet?

The big guys are waiting to get home after watching the movie.

Well, no, the big guys are waiting for the 'Xuanshi' to appear and go to understand and reflect the way of the demon master.

It's a pity that at this moment, no one is going to answer the doubts in the heart of this true immortal demon with a blood-colored sword on his back.

Lu Bei and the others are on top of the Qiong Tower.

"Lu Daoyou, Hong'er girl, God of Food...... Why don't you try it?" Fairy Qing Zhai instigated: "If you fellow Daoists don't comprehend it, I'm afraid you'll ...... As you, it will be difficult to have such an opportunity. ”

The God of Food smiled and said: "If you have enough magical powers, it's not good to join in this fun." ”

"Lu Daoyou, don't you want to try it?"

The god of food turned around and looked at Lu Bei with a smile undiminished, with a little banter and mockery in his eyes.

I said coldly in my heart, I don't believe for a long time what kind of immortal true immortal you are, if you are an immortal true immortal, how can you hide your head and tail like this...... With the dignity of a true immortal, disguised as a little person who has not become an immortal.

Even if he is disguised as a small person, he has other plans.

Why didn't he act low-key, but passed away so arrogantly, almost exposing himself...... Ran to the top of the Qiong Tower, where only the true immortal powerhouse can come.

Hmph, whether it's an immortal true immortal, you'll know if you try it.

If this 'Lu Yu' is still indifferent to his almost provocative words.

He is not a true immortal powerhouse......

Since this is the case, he doesn't have to wait for the Peng Demon King, and he can secretly separate the incarnation of divine thoughts later, capture this person first, and take away his three light divine water.

Without Sanguang Shenshui in hand, see how this 'Lu Yu' saved Qinglin's little beast.

The God of Food made up his mind in his heart, the smile on his elegant face became stronger and stronger, and a pair of bright and uncertain eyes kept looking at the changes in Lu Yu's expression.

However, the god of food was destined to be disappointed.

Lu Bei's expression was silent, and then he smiled and said, "It's a good ......."

The word 'good' is crisp and neat.

A dark color big coat was untied by him, waved it down casually, and threw it to the little girl who was carrying a small bench on the side, sitting in a regular manner, and holding her cheeks with both hands.

From the Qionglou heavy curtains decorated on the panes, stepping on the lotus waves...... The toes seemed to be stepping on every spatial node above the void of this realm, and the ripples in the circle were generated in the air.

The tall figure in a plain robe.

The speed was so fast, and the layers of void around it almost jumped.

A glimpse of floating light flashed inadvertently, but it faintly gave people a sense of naturalness and confusion of time and space.

The ancient innate spirit treasure, the ability to travel through time and space, is not Da Luo Daozun, and the Taiyi powerhouse with extraordinary means can capture and refine, which is extraordinary.

And until that tall figure, standing quietly above the void.

A dark color fell into the arms of the little girl Yu Yan.

"Uncle Lu...... Where did you go?

'Problem girl' Yu Yan hugged the dark color that still had the residual warmth of "Uncle Lu", and trotted to Princess Hong'er.

Looking up at a young and immature face, he looked at the beautiful and cold Princess Hong'er, and kept asking.

Princess Hong'er retracted her complicated gaze, bit her lower lip lightly, and said with a bright smile: "Na, where is your Uncle Lu?" ”

The slender and white jade fingers pointed to the beautiful figure in the void......