Po!po......

Gu Hong stepped into the sky, and every step he took was like a boulder falling into the lake, setting off layers of violent air waves.

"The world only knows that I am the master of the Xianmen and the only founder of the Xianmen, but they don't know that my Xianmen has been established for 700 years. ”

"Seven hundred years, when the master was passed on to me, it was already the eighth generation, one generation for one generation, one generation for a hundred years!"

Speaking of this, Gu Hong laughed fiercely, and suddenly grabbed his left arm with his right hand, and pulled it hard, directly extracting the entire arm bone.

Warm as jade, sharp and snowy, it turned out to be a sword!

refined his left arm bone into a natal weapon, and reimplanted this sword into his body.

Take the bone as the sword, hide the sword in the bone!

"Your sword, not bad!"

Lu Zheng raised his hand.

The golden ripples in the sky, like a sea of gold, suddenly appeared in the dark night sky, dyeing the sky and the earth into brilliant gold!

A mouthful of golden swords, like mushrooms after a rain, continue to emerge.

Lu Zheng's right hand, with his five fingers spread, made a sword-gripping motion.

Thousands of golden swords, all gathered in his palm, layer upon layer, like a tower forged of gold, soaring into the sky.

When all the light dissipated, in Lu Zheng's hand, a dazzling golden divine sword suddenly appeared.

A full ninety-nine golden sword tires were fused into one before they barely formed a one-bite golden divine sword.

"Your sword, it's so good!"

Seeing this shocking scene, Gu Hong almost cried.

Compared with Lu Zheng's golden sword, his bone sword is almost like broken copper and iron turned out of the garbage heap, which is simply ridiculous.

"Actually, my swordsmanship...... Alas, forget it. ”

Gu Hong was originally the most brilliant swordsman, but at this time he was embarrassed to boast of his most proud swordsmanship, everything about him seemed so ridiculous in front of the man in front of him.

"Why do you bother? You know, you're going to die!" Lu Zheng sighed.

Gu Hong smiled, "It's worth it to die." I will bring the news into Huangquan, bring it to Shizun, and tell him - there is a way to ask for immortals!"

There is a door to immortals!

As soon as the four words came out, Gu Hong's sword seemed to span 700 years of history, breaking through the limitations of time and space, and slashing with one sword.

It was the eight generations of the Immortal Gate, a full 700 years of searching, year after year, generation after generation, in the world of the end of the law that could not be cultivated, never stop chasing the gate of becoming an immortal.

Poof!

Lu Zheng's sword directly pierced through that body.

And Gu Hong smiled and said proudly: "I hurt you!"

The bone sword in his hand had already been cut in two at the moment when it intersected with the golden divine sword.

However, the tip of the broken sword shot out like a streamer and nailed into Lu Zheng's chest.

"Yes, you are strong. Lu Zheng said lightly.

When Gu Hong closed his eyes, Lu Zheng gently took off the truncated sword, and the wound recovered quickly under the amazing self-healing power.

killed Gu Hong, killed the immortal master, and killed this man who can be called "the first in the world" in the end of the world, but Lu Zheng did not show any joy, but became more and more calm and indifferent.

Ah......h

The pitch-black Burning Sky Demon Fire ignited, and in the night, Gu Hong's corpse, along with the broken bone sword, turned into nothingness.

A generation of immortal lords has fallen!

In fact, Lu Zheng didn't need to use this level of power to kill him.

Even if it was the Golden Divine Sword, it was just to give him enough respect and let him understand that their seven-hundred-year-old dream of seeking immortals in the Immortal Gate was not an illusory one.

If there is no innate super-level chaos spirit root, if there is no reincarnation memory of the Demon Emperor, if there is no occasional World Tree root, Lu Zheng's achievements may never be able to catch up with Gu Hong.

It's a pity that in this world, there are no ifs!

When going down the mountain, Lu Zheng walked into the nameless ancient temple.

Before he could say anything, a young monk who had just changed into a big red robe with Phnom Penh made a gesture of invitation with a tin cane.

"The previous abbot passed away last night, if the donor wants to see everywhere, please take care of yourself. No one here is going to stop the donor, and no one is going to be able to stop the donor. ”

The new abbot who had just succeeded him was very intelligent, and he recognized Lu Zheng at a glance as the distinguished guest he was waiting for.

The lord of each generation of Xianmen will choose to end his life on the top of Taishan, and the person who goes down the mountain the next day is the new master of Xianmen, which is already the ninth generation.

As for him, the abbot, maybe the eighteenth generation, maybe the twentieth generation, even he himself can't remember.

Lu Zheng nodded, just like Gu Hong before, casually strolling through this thousand-year-old temple.

This ancient temple, originally a Taoist temple, is dedicated to the "Haotian God", that is, commonly known as the "Emperor of Heaven", unlike the five great human emperors, Haotian God is the only one who is qualified to be called "Tian" as a god.

Hundreds of years ago, the Taoist temple was destroyed by a fire, coinciding with the flourishing of Buddhism, and a Buddhist temple was built here.

However, the first generation of abbots carefully preserved all the ruins that could be preserved, and did not completely overturn and rebuild.

On the east side of the temple, there is a stone tablet erected, without words and paintings, just a seemingly ordinary stone tablet, which is rumored to have existed more than a thousand years ago, and it is also rumored that it may be even older.

Lu Zheng stretched out his hand and gently stroked the wordless monument.

Suddenly, he grabbed it with five fingers, and directly pulled out the wordless monument that was more than three people high.

All of a sudden, the earth shook and the whole temple shook violently.

The panicked monks all ran out and looked at the man, holding the tablet in one hand and carrying it on his back in the other.

At this moment, they forgot how to speak, and even how to breathe!

"Good thing, I want it!"

Lu Zheng's fingers flickered like phantoms, carving the soul imprint on the wordless tablet, and he didn't bother to ask the abbot's opinion, so he directly refined this wordless tablet and took it for his own use.

In the next second, his gaze fell on the forbidden place where the Buddha's relics were stored.

A group of monks lined up, connected into a piece, and spontaneously formed a human wall, trying to stop this terrifying man.

"Get out of the way!"

Lu Zheng said lightly, indifferent and ruthless.

The monks' feet trembled, and it was hard to imagine that if they were hit by the palm that could pull up the wordless tablet, their heads and bodies would become so miserable in an instant.

The young abbot walked out with a tin cane.

He waved his hand and said helplessly: "Let's spread it all out, we don't have enough Buddha fate, and we can't keep the relics!"

Hearing this, a group of monks, like mourners, all cried and mourned, gritted their teeth, and reluctantly gave way to a road.

(End of chapter)