Position of the Dharma Table.

Lu Bei's eyes were gloomy and his expression was silent.

His demon body was suppressed by the Lingshan Buddha sound, and his mana could not be fully mobilized, so he could only temporarily control the world-destroying black lotus with his divine thoughts to resist the erosion of this boundless Buddha sound.

This Buddha sound is really domineering, after all, it comes from the Western Da Lei Yin Temple, and the world-honored Buddha is impregnated with Buddhism, which contains a wisp of Da Luo's will.

And he was extremely restrained in his blood.

Of course, if it weren't for the innate treasure Kunlun Mirror to protect the spiritual platform, the true spirit would not be a little ignorant, I am afraid that even if he was not transformed by the Buddha sound in front of him, he would be confused for a moment.

Lu Bei's face gradually calmed down, and he used the method of returning to the wind and returning to the fire, mobilizing the true fire of the sun and the fire of Qingluan, and slowly whirling around with Mo Miaojialan.

He didn't expect that Mo Miaojialan was just an immortal, but she had the means to suppress his blood.

Even though, from beginning to end, he didn't mobilize the slightest demonic power at all.

"Devil, Lingshan Zen sound comes from the Shizun Saying, the Shizun has immeasurable mana and vast magical powers...... Later, you will not be fighting with the poor monks, but with a wisp of will of the World-Honored One...... Haha, the poor monk advises you to tie up your hands as soon as possible. ”

Lu Bei smiled coldly, but he didn't hear it.

The flames rolled and burned towards the verdant bamboo shadows.

The two sides continued to attack and kill, and for a while, the battle situation was very anxious.

"This ......"

Hearing the wonderful words, all the scattered immortals who watched the battle changed their faces greatly, and they all looked at Lu Bei who was 'struggling to support' with a look of disbelief.

"No, this Taiwei Daoist is actually a demon cultivator. ”

Chang Heng sighed, and said to the Wuji Star Palace on the side, Yaoguang Fairy Yao Ke.

Chang Heng of the Tianhe Sword Sect, wearing a jade-colored robe, carrying a delicate aqua blue fairy sword, his figure is tall, like a Zhilan jade tree, and his demeanor is elegant.

He is the sword-wielding elder of the Tianhe Sword Sect, and he has a Tianhe Sword Technique, which can divide the Tianhe River by 1,500 Dao, and his methods are very powerful.

Yao Ke, the Yaoguang Fairy, also set his eyes on the human position platform at this time.

Yurong covered the frost, his eyes were cold, and he said coldly: "Anyone who cultivates the Demon Dao can be killed in the world, and if this person survives, he will also die at my hands." ”

Chang Heng's eyes moved slightly, smiled softly, and did not answer.

He had long heard that the Yaoguang Fairy of Wuji Star Palace, when Yao Ke was young, the two hundred and three villagers of Yaojia Village, where he was located, were tortured and killed one by one by a demonic hero.

And that demonic giant, this move is only to refine the resentment of the person who was killed...... Refine a demonic magic weapon with filthy aura.

If it weren't for the teacher of the Yaoguang Fairy, Gu Yue Zhenren accidentally passed by Yaojia Village and used his magical powers to scare the demonic giant away...... I'm afraid that in today's Southern Ganbu Continent, there is no longer this famous Yaoguang Fairy.

Yao Ke, the Yaoguang Fairy, hated these demons deeply.

On an island.

Looking at the Lord of Pingdu, Wei Yuan frowned, and muttered: "Demon cultivators, killing people and practicing martial arts, hurting the heavens and harmony, and their hearts are extreme and fierce...... This Taiwei Taoist friend, in this road of immortality, I am afraid he will not be able to go far. ”

Hearing this, Xuanqing Dao, Daozi Lin Yang smiled faintly, and with a hint of ridicule, he quietly threw himself at Wei Yuan, who was also his own, which meant inexplicable.

The method practiced by the Pingdu Guan was originally incomplete, and the method of immortality has almost become an obsession in the hearts of the masters of the Pingdu Guan in the past dynasties.

The middle-aged man of the Great Wilderness Sword Sect, Feng Sanjian, has a strange look in his eyes.

Xindao, this Taiwei Taoist is not the same as him, he is from the Southern Wilderness.

Gain, in the Southern Wilderness, there are not a few monks who practice demonic exercises.

This generation is in the land of Kyushu in the middle region of the Southern Ganbu Continent, and he can't walk the world in the right and bright, and only in the Southern Wilderness will he not attract the hatred of mortals, and he will even be worshiped as an immortal.

The status is even looming above the wizard.

Qingzhu Daoren's gaze calmly looked at the scene on the human throne.

This is too micro-Taoist, she recognizes.

Back then, this person chased and killed Zhang Guolao, and when she ran into her, she faintly felt that this person was not easy to deal with.

Unexpectedly, this person turned out to be a demonic monk.

Qingzhu Daoist glanced at it, then stopped paying attention and closed his eyes.

For her, demons, demons, witches, people, ghosts...... In front of the vast avenue, they are all struggling ants, who is qualified to be superior?

Dongting Longjun Yuanzhang was thoughtful.

"Could it be that this Lu Xiaoyou has really embarked on the evil path? But the Chixiao Sword Master, shouldn't he have fallen to this point...... So, how can we explain the blood light of this body?"

Yuan Zhang's brows were deeply locked, and he and many others could see that Lu Bei's body was full of blood.

Under the illumination of the immeasurable Buddha's light, the phantom of the Dao Dao became a piece of blood coral.

It's amazing.

"This demon, looking at his bloody qi, how much killing karma should he have created? ”

The Hundred Flowers Fairy's eyes were shining, her face was full of sadness, and her voice was low.

This fairy of the hundred flowers of the heavenly court.

At this time, knowing the autumn from a leaf, all of a sudden the brain made up for a long time, and there were many miserable demonic behaviors.

As everyone knows, a leaf may not know autumn...... It can also be blinding.

"Is this man's name Taiwei?"

The Hundred Flowers Fairy had a crystal jade face, and a chill shrouded her, and she suddenly turned her head to ask the Three Holy Princesses on the side.

"It seems to be. ”

Hearing this, Yang Chan responded absentmindedly.

I don't know what to do, Yang Chan suddenly felt inexplicably depressed in her heart.

Could it be that the young sword immortal who was above Penglai back then, slashed cause and effect with a sword, and looked around according to the sword. Now, it has really fallen to the point of elevating the Tao......

This...... That's right, with the second brother's qualifications praised by the Yuqing sage, it has taken three hundred years before he stepped into the realm of immortals.

This person is probably a ......

Alas, I'm afraid it's because I want to avoid the pursuit of pure yang real people.

Yang Chan sighed in her heart, her eyes were as bright as a crooked crescent moon, and she looked at the fighting scene on the human position law platform without blinking.

At this time, the Buddha sound seems to have reached its peak.

The golden Buddha suddenly opened his eyes, 'Zizi', the Buddha's light was like electricity, and the two golden light paths in the void were dozens of zhang away.

Mo Miaojialan originally saw Lu Bei sacrifice a spiritual treasure to protect his body and resist the erosion of the boundless Buddha sound, and his heart was slightly flustered.

At this time, when I saw the golden Buddha, I opened my eyes and my heart turned to ecstasy.

Mo Miao laughed and said, "Taiwei Daoyou, Lu Daoyou...... This wisp of the will of the World-Honored One has awakened, and there is no escape. ”

The World-Honored Ones are like the Great Luo Dao Venerables, even if it is only a wisp of instinctive will descending, they may not even have one-tenth of the power of a complete will.

But this is not something that a mere immortal can resist.

This man will surely die!

Mo Miao smiled coldly, and her heart was settled.

At this time, the golden Buddha, with compassion on his face, but his eyes were gushing out with clusters of golden flames, looking at Lu Bei, and shouting loudly.

"Evil obstacles, don't ambush yet!"

When the words fell, a big hand covering the sky, five fingers became a mountain, and suddenly became a seal.

Or's golden light is ten thousand ways, the halo is into a wheel, with the momentum of thunder, falling from the nine skies.

Among them, Tianlong Zenyin, 800 Buddhas, 500 Arhats, and the three major scholars of Buddhism...... All kinds of illusions appeared one by one and suppressed them to the north of the land.

If a heavy mountain descends into the world, suppress everything, with a wisp of will of a Da Luo Daozun!

The expressions of all the immortals changed in unison.

Liu Yunsheng, Xu Qing, Qin Yun, Wu Chuan...... It's a complicated look.

The rest of the immortals all had expressions of ridicule or regret on their faces.

The Hundred Flowers Fairy snorted coquettishly, and her eyes showed no pity.

This person's death is not a pity.

Yuanzhang sighed softly, his eyes a little regretful.

If this person doesn't go down the evil path, he can take the initiative to save him.

Now, I hope that this Lubei can understand the current affairs and admit defeat in time.

"Ridiculous. ”

Feeling the strange atmosphere outside, Lu Bei showed a sarcastic smile on his face.

These people thought he was going to run out of water.

Amusing.

He did not retreat, but advanced, and took a few steps towards the void one after another, his body was flexible, flickered several times, and almost disappeared into the divine perception of the immortals.

Except for Yuan Zhang and the Hundred Flowers Fairy, who were able to capture a trace of their body shape, no one on the field could see the mystery and speed of their body skills.

I saw a figure in white, with agitation, and on top of his cold face, there was an indescribable mockery.

A sense of red dust emerged from him, and another sad artistic conception of blue and white was also revealed.

That means lingering sorrow, that means the sorrow of wine, and that means the helplessness of years of suffering.

The two suddenly blended together, turning into a detached artistic conception of the heart in the mortal dust and not causing dust.

"The red dust is three thousand feet, and the fate is long. ”

From now on, I only repair Hongchen!

The Sen Sen Atmosphere on the Demon Dao Blood Seal is long gone.

There is only an ethereal artistic conception out of the dust, which is slowly condensing, and there is a faint trace of Daluo atmosphere.

Da Luo Daozun, all-encompassing!

And Hongchen, too!