In the Demon Refining Pot.

The wind and the sun are beautiful, the spring is bright, surrounded by green bamboo, and the yellow birds are singing.

The figure of a young man sat upright on the rock on the shore of the blue lake, as if he had become one with the rock, and the colorful light stained half of the sky behind him.

The breeze is coming, and the water waves are slight.

In the sky above the Lubei Lingtai, a half-acre radius of Qingyun suddenly appeared.

As for the one-foot-seven-inch-tall Xuanxi Yuanshen villain, the dense gold-veined talisman faintly appeared, slowly like a life...... In the meantime, there are white streamers circling and flying, crackling non-stop.

Jin Mang and Qingyun appeared, this was clearly a natural vision after the Yang God was refined.

Yang God, out of the body can be too empty, up to the nine days without a trace, down to the netherworld without a trace, like a new life, can drink water, eat grains without hindrance.

At this point, the gods are born by themselves, and they live for 30,000 years, and they are reluctant to say a word to the gods.

Suddenly, a pair of surprised eyes opened, and two bolts of lightning shot out from the pupils into the void, reaching three feet away.

Lu Bei looked surprised, and muttered in his mouth: "What a pure yang thunder." ”

He didn't know what the results of others refining the Yuan Shen with pure yang thunder would be, but he ...... The Lubei Yuanshen villain raised his palm to watch, and the silk of white thunder swam around his fingertips, exuding a strong aura of destruction and tyranny.

Lu Bei looked puzzled, "This breath, could it be the origin of thunder?"

Shaking his head, he didn't think much about it.

Now that the Yang God has been refined, he can start to condense the three flowers and consolidate his divine body at this moment.

Only in this way, the yang god is not catkins in the wind, duckweed in the rain.

Silent again, the method of gathering the three flowers flowed through the mind like water.

The golden light of the Yang Shinto Dao stretched like silk, following some kind of mysterious trajectory in the void, flowing endlessly.

Suddenly......

A golden lotus phantom slowly unfolded, brilliant and dazzling.

Its shape is also, at the beginning of the surplus foot, and then suddenly into half a zhang, one zhang, two zhang, three zhang, until three zhang three feet three inches square.

"Boom ......"

This sound is silent, and it is by no means something that can be captured by the human ear.

The golden lotus phantom suddenly condensed, settled down in the sky above the Lubei Yuan God villain, and then fell ten thousand golden lights, echoing with the Qingyun on the spiritual platform.

God's Golden Flower, Condensation!

That's when it happened.

The white rainbow is traversal, and the air and light are haloed.

This is the primordial qi that separates from the yin and yang colorful airflow behind Lu Bei.

"...... Uproar"

The air flow is like a million streams converging into the sea, stirring the clouds in the void and surging up and down, and a white lotus phantom, clear and clear, wandering left and right in the ocean of vitality.

After a while, the qi of the beginning was just like a hundred rivers to the sea, and the phantom of the white lotus also gradually condensed, the color was like silver, and the water was rippling.

Honeysuckle of air, condensation!

Meanwhile.

In the space of Lubei's spiritual aperture, the blood-colored crystal was like boiling water steaming, and wisps of white hot gas overflowed from the spiritual aperture, and the qi rose and floated towards the void.

"Knock ......"

It is as if the drums of war are beating, dull and powerful, and the iron horses are rolling, and the waves are stormy......

Essence of lead flower, condensation!

The spirit and spirit of the three flowers flew into the sky above the Lubei Yuanshen villain, according to the position of the three talents of heaven, earth and man, and connected with the Qingyun on his spiritual platform to form a momentum, which was natural and unshakable.

This is in line with the meaning of human law and earth, earth law and heaven, heaven law and Tao, and Tao law and nature.

In the end, the primordial god villain turned into a dark streamer and sank into the spiritual platform.

And Lu Bei Huo Ran, who was sitting cross-legged on the big bluestone, stood up, dressed in white as new, his hair was flying without wind, and the air flow around his body was drumming, rippling and rippling, as if he was about to feather and fly away.

Suddenly, I heard the bamboo forest in the distance, and its sound was dashing...... The blue waves are quiet and the sound of water is murmuring.

He didn't feel infinitely happy in his heart, his eyes sparkled, he smiled faintly, and was silent for a long time.

This heart is bright, what can I say?

The so-called pilgrimage to the North Sea is twilight, and immortality is a fairy...... At this point, there is nothing but a sense of joy that arises spontaneously from the bottom of my heart.

Thinking of this, Lu Bei smiled slightly, looked up at the sky, and suddenly frowned, his eyes were deep and dark.

The figure flickered a few times, and he had already come to the outside of the demon refining pot, holding the demon refining pot in his palm, and his heart was suddenly amazed.

"Lubei children, get out of the poor road......"

Awe-inspiring shouts, the sound of the mountains and forests.

"Boom. ”

The fiery red blazing sword light and the sharp golden qi slashed towards the temporarily opened cave.

Lu Bei sneered, and between the endless gravel and dust, layer by layer, the dust was not clean.

Stepping on the innate spirit treasure to destroy the black lotus, walking leisurely, stepping out of the flying cracked mountain rocks.

Above the Endless Void.

The only one holding a sword, standing in white!

"Rub. ”

"Lu Daoyou, don't come to harm?" Lu Bei condescendingly looked down at Lu Chunyang, who was stepping into the void below, and then looked around at the six immortals in the other three directions, and said coldly: "The battle is not small, and it is really worthy of being taught by others." ”

Listening to Lu Bei's sarcastic words, Lu Chunyang's expression was gloomy, and his cold gaze first stayed on the Black Lotus of Annihilation at Lu Bei's feet for a moment, and then his figure flickered, flying into the void, facing Lu Bei, the killing machine was locked from afar.

"Sure enough, it's you......" Zhang Guolao's face was full of anger, his eyes showed resentment, and he said fiercely: "Devil, you have lost your body, but today is your time to die." ”

"Lu Xiaoyou, Poor Dao really never thought that today, you would actually enter the Demon Dao......"

Han Zhongli shook the 'Wind Thunder Pu Fan', looked at Lu Bei's gaze with pity, and kept shaking his head and sighing.

Even though he was on Penglai Immortal Island that day, Lu Bei killed Liu Hai, the personal disciple of Chunyang Zhenren, and then became their great enemy on the path...... For Han Zhongli, his views on Lu Bei are just complicated and difficult to criticize.

After all, sword fighting has its own destiny, even if Lu Bei acted more radically that day, he can understand a little bit.

After all, back then, the cause and effect between them were quite deep, and the grievances were unspeakable.

Well, therefore, Han Zhongli had the intention of reincarnating his true spirit after killing Lu Bei.

But at the moment?

...... Inexistent.

Only when the form and gods are destroyed can the universe be cleansed and the sea swept away.

There was a hint of remembrance between Lan Cai and Qingxiu Meiyu, with an inexplicable look on their faces, and they sighed, "Fellow Daoist, if you listen to the words of Poor Dao that it is better to go back back then, why did you come to such a point......

"Lu Bei, just arrest it, Han is still ......"

"Have you said enough?" Lu Bei sneered and interrupted Han Xiangzi's words.

With the Sansheng Divine Sword in hand, in the face of the siege of the Seven Immortals, he was not afraid, and flicked three feet like a water sword, "When you are about to come, you still have to behave, it's really disgusting." ”

He is blessed by the innate treasure and can advance and retreat freely, so what is there to fear?

As for later, whether you can kill one or two, this matter...... It depends on luck.

"If you think you can rely on the first time you enter the realm of immortals...... With an innate spiritual treasure, you can have no fear, then, you will definitely die today. ”

Lu Chunyang's expression was cold and calm, and the arm holding the Fire Dragon Sword was full of green tendons, but he was not in a hurry.

It's just a broken innate spirit treasure, and it has become the dependence of this son.

If you are really a frog at the bottom of the well, you don't know the terrifying power of the Golden Immortal-level Attack and Fighting Ability.

Pure Yang Zhenren naturally wouldn't know that when he was in Beiju Luzhou, Lu Bei had never seen a Golden Immortal-level attack battle.

Hearing the words of Chunyang Zhenren, Zhong Li Erxian realized that in less than three years, since the East China Sea, this son has already traveled from the Yuan Shen Dao to the realm of immortals.

This kind of cultivation speed ......

Unheard.