There are only one hundred places in the Falling Sacred Lake, and every monk who wants to enter the Falling Sacred Lake is not to improve their cultivation, and the four or five years of retreat and cultivation time are enough for each monk to carry sufficient cultivation materials-(

Whether it was for the sake of only a hundred places, or for the abundant cultivation resources of others, it was enough to trigger nearly a thousand monks to engage in a large-scale battle in the land of the source of the river.

A wide range of supernatural spells were quickly unleashed, and in this kind of attack, which was almost about to leave no dead ends, any monk who wanted to dodge with the jīng magic technique would face the danger of a group fight once it was bī out, so Lu Ping wisely adopted the method of frontal advance.

Retaining strength in the luàn battle, that is simply the practice of finding death, Lu Ping hung a triangular black flag high above his head, hanging down a purple curtain of light, protecting Lu Ping in zhōngyāng, a colorful tulle looming on his body, a **** sword hovering, and the luàn stone piercing sword technique that was most suitable for breaking through in the group battle.

With the support of Lu Ping's true yuan, which was far beyond ordinary people, Lu Ping could be said to be invincible in this flying magical spell, and he went on a rampage all the way, rapidly advancing towards the depths of the source of the river in the direction of the source of that mysterious power.

There are not thousands but hundreds of small pools divided by meadows in the source of the river, even if there is only a small puddle the size of a palm, it may be the space in the lake of the Falling Sacred Lake, so although these monks who poured into the source of the river are fighting with each other to reduce the competitors who enter the Falling Sacred Lake, they also have to investigate which of these small puddles, ponds, and pools is the Falling Sacred Lake, and which one of them gives birth to this space.

Lu Ping didn't have these concerns at all, although he didn't know if the mysterious power that he took out to lead yòu was in the Falling Sacred Lake, but at this time, even if he found the Falling Sacred Lake, but that mysterious power was not in it, Lu Ping would not hesitate to abandon the Falling Sacred Lake.

All the attacks that intended to kill Lu Ping were blocked, and all the enemies who stood in front of Lu Ping were killed, repelled, and frightened by Lu Ping's swordsmanship like mercury pouring into the ground and the galactic heavenly general!

Lu Ping didn't have the heart to kill people at this time to seize the spoils of war and reduce competitors, in this situation, Lu Ping didn't dare to pause in the slightest, once he stopped, he might fall into a fierce battle with the surrounding monks, and even be surrounded and killed, even if he broke through, the source of that mysterious power was very likely to be taken by someone to take the lead.

He only wanted to rush to the source of this mysterious power that affected his bloodline as soon as possible to find out, so after the monk who was blocking Lu Ping head-on was repelled and injured by Lu Ping, Lu Ping no longer paid attention to it, and just moved in the direction where the mysterious power was.

For the attacks on his side and behind him, Lu Ping didn't care, just relied on the purple sè light curtain hanging down the water control flag to block, and above these purple sè light curtains, the refining of the size of a bowl kept swimming, dissolving these powerful magical spells one by one.

Occasionally, a powerful monk, or a few monks tacitly joined forces to sneak attack, and in one fell swoop, the guardian of the water control flag was worn, but before everyone could be happy, a colorful light rose from Lu Ping's body, and then these magical spells disappeared as soon as they plunged into it.

"Who is this person? How can he have such magical powers!"

Seeing that the great magic spell he launched was easily dissolved by the colorful brilliance, and seeing that the monk who was blocking this person in front of him was swept away by this person's swordsmanship like a flood of swordsmanship, the monk quickly retreated: this person is definitely not something he can afford to provoke, and now he disdains to fight with people at this time, once he turns back and counts the account, he is definitely the one who has fallen!

"Xie Yangming, this person must be Xie Yangming, otherwise how could there be such a swordsmanship and such a magic weapon for protection?"

"Yes, yes, I heard that this time Xie Yangming also entered the land of the source of the river, this person must be Xie Yangming, I will retreat quickly, we can't afford to provoke this person, and if you don't want to die, retreat quickly!"

"Fart Xie Yangming, Xie Yangming has always used a single sword, when did you hear that he used a **** sword, and besides, this person is obviously a swordsmanship of the water genus, Xie Yangming is a cultivator of the 'Lihuo Tianyang Sword Technique', a Lihuo Tianyang Sword in his hand can turn a swamp into a desert with a radius of 100 zhang, even if Xie Yangming has great ability, it is impossible for him to practice water and fire!"

"It's extreme, it's extreme, it turns out that this person is not Xie Yangming, brothers, then let's join forces to sit on him, just look at the few magic weapons he is using in his hands now, they are not ordinary!"

"If you want to go, don't look at this person's strength, from the distance of thirty miles into the source of the river, there have been dozens of people who have shot, but there are already two monks who died in his hands, and more than ten were slightly and seriously injured by his blow, and the others were all after a blow, and they retreated when they saw that the situation was not good, but fortunately, this person did not turn back to chase and kill, otherwise more people died!"

"Yes, the forces behind the disciples who can cultivate such strength can be smaller, even if they can't compare to Ziyang Palace, they have to be compared to Tianma, Koi, and Xihuang Palace!"

"Don't mess with this evil star, let him go, and harm others!"

Lu Ping's **** sword shook, and the faces of the two late-stage monks who intended to stop Lu Ping changed, and before they could retreat, a strange true yuan spread along the bloodlines of the two towards the heart core space like a torrent of broken embankments.

Bang!

The core space was like a reef that had been hit by a giant làng, and although it blocked the blow, the huge sound that only the two of them could hear still shook the two of them dizzy.

The two of them involuntarily flew backwards, and when they opened their eyes, Lu Ping had already laughed and passed through the middle of the retreating two, and continued to fly towards the depths of the source of the river.

The two of them looked at each other in shock, and they were afraid for a while, if Lu Ping stopped at that time and stepped forward to mend the knife, there would be no reason for these two to survive.

Lu Ping slashed away with a sword and saw the two people blocking the way, but the vision in front of him suddenly cleared, only to find that there were no monks around who dared to step forward to stop him, and he couldn't help but feel happy, and a heroic spirit rushed straight up, and he couldn't help laughing "haha".

"No, isn't this person the Beihai monk that Zhang Zhiming of the Western Wilderness Hall knew before, he once said that he was from Jiāo Lu?"

"That's right, Zhang Zhiming said that he once escaped in the hands of Ma Chenguang and broke into the fog array, what kind of person is Ma Chenguang, who has condensed the top natal supernatural power, which is an invincible existence in the early stage of the law phase, and it is the horn sè that the other five swords of the Ziyang Palace can also fight with!"

"Beihai, what are you kidding, what good birds can be produced in that kind of barren place? By the way, this person won't be singing a double reed with that Zhang Zhiming, this person won't be taken out by the West Wilderness Palace to cover people's ears, after all, Zhang Zhiming is still a little worse than Ma Chenxi, Li Tong, and Xie Yangming!"

Lu Ping went on a rampage all the way, but it made the monks around the place he passed a lot calmer, but immediately everyone fell into the confrontation of mutual defense again.

On the other side of the source of the river, watching Lu Ping break through with unrivaled divine might, three monks with slightly elongated faces were standing there watching Lu Ping's back.

"This is the Terran monk who the third prince once asked the fourth prince to pay attention to?"

"It's him, it's a pity that when the fourth prince found Zhang Zhiming before, I hadn't walked out of the fog array, and I didn't have time to inform the fourth son, and although the people around me had already learned from Zhang Zhiming's mouth about this person's escape from the third son, they wouldn't have told the fourth prince for no reason. ”

"Let's meet him after him, see his strength, and then talk to the fourth son. ”

"I don't know why the fourth prince drove out a few of us, but he himself acted alone, isn't he really afraid that someone will covet his treasures and join forces to besiege him?"

"Silence! The fourth prince has a secret mission handed down by the patriarch Jiāo, which is not something we can know, do you really think that the Pegasus and Koi tribes blockade the outer perimeter of the fog array in order to control the number of monks entering the land of the river?"

"That's right, the monks of the two clans have such a big formation, but now there are still nearly a thousand monks breaking through into the source of the river, how is this possible?"

......

Lu Ping could sense that he was getting closer and closer to the source of the mysterious power in the source of the river, but he had already noticed that several people were already following him behind him.

Lu Ping is advancing all the way, and it is difficult not to attract attention!

A ball of light from Bai Sè made a strange whistling sound and flew towards Lu Ping, Lu Ping seemed to have been prepared, and the **** sword turned into a spiral sword light, strangling towards Bai Sè's ball of light.

Snort!

In the midst of the splashing of fire, a scorching white flame suddenly burst into the air, the scorching white flame raged in all directions, the grassland within a radius of dozens of zhang was all turned into ashes, and a thick white mist rose from more than a dozen ponds and water pools, and the strong qi làng pushed Lu Ping, who was flying forward, desperately in the opposite direction.

Although Lu Ping had already discovered that someone was ambushing him, he was confident that he could completely defuse the attack of the future people without hindrance, and then calmly broke through, but he didn't expect that the strength of the people who came was so strong, although Lu Ping defused the oncoming attack unscathed, but his figure was blocked, which happened to fall into the trap of the ambush.

Just when Lu Ping had just stabilized his body in mid-air, a burly giant man jumped out in front of him, holding a giant long knife and slashing down towards Lu Ping, and a miserable white knife light flew out and slashed towards Lu Ping's left arm.

Pegasus!

Lu Ping bit out a few words from his mouth.

At the same time, a long thorn suddenly appeared on Lu Ping's right, which was a flying thorn refined from the unihorn of the Pegasus clan that impressed Lu Ping, and went straight to Lu Ping's heart core space.

In Lu Ping's divine thoughts, there were two other monks who had already taken the opportunity to ambush behind him, just waiting for him to block and attack his back.

For a time, the five monks of the late stage of the Tianma Clan gathered together, set up an ambush on all sides, and joined forces to besiege and kill Lu Ping.