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"It's your turn." Lu Yuan jumped out of the car and said. "It's my turn." Xuan Zhenzi said calmly and with a wry smile. He simply put his hands down and stopped resisting. Among the three people who "disappeared" one after another, Zen Master Baimei is his elder, equivalent to half of his master. It goes without saying how high his cultivation level is; the Sand God Boy has weird and unpredictable magic skills, which can also defeat him. ; And even the weird and sinister Demon Corpse Xuanqi still has the Haotian Mirror and the Jiuyi Cauldron handed down from the Yellow Emperor. With the two ancient treasures being used alternately, he could only protect himself if they faced each other. There was no way to break through the defense circles of the two treasures.
Speaking of which, Xuan Zhenzi felt that it was probably because he was the worst among the four that he was saved until the end.
Unfortunately, he was summoned by Zen Master Baimei with a flying sword, and then he was busy fighting with others... no, it should be said that he was fighting a sword with a clone. Not only was the entire sword fighting process completely suppressed, but one could only watch helplessly as the three "companions" disappeared one after another. By this time, he had no confidence in defeating the person in front of him, and could not even escape. He saw with his own eyes the orange-red light that killed Xuan Qi. Not even a hair’s breadth! The power is incredible!
Xuan Zhenzi asked for it. Even if it were him, even if he knew about it in advance, he could still only close his eyes and wait for death! As for resistance? Perhaps except for the Liangyi Mochen Formation, he could not think of any magic weapon or formation in the world that could be stronger than the Jiuyi Cauldron. But even the Jiuyi Cauldron was wiped out in the light...
The only regret in Xuan Zhenzi's heart now is that he still doesn't know why - why did such a powerful person suddenly appear in the world? Why did Zen Master Baimei bring together the forces of good and evil to defeat this person? Why can the sand god boy become a moral saint? Why can this person send people to ascend? ... Countless questions circled his mind. Xuan Zhenzi is the leader of the Three Immortals of the East China Sea. His favorite thing in life is to live on a small island and practice, often not going out for decades. Regarding the changes in the world of cultivation, his sensitivity is far worse than that of his junior brother, the ascetic Tutu, and he is still confused to this day.
In fact, Xuan Zhenzi didn't know that among the four, he was the only one Lu Yuan defeated with his true strength——
In the third volume of the "Dinghu Tianshu" left by Guangchengzi, the power of each formation is often incredible. But the prerequisites for setting up formations are also extremely stringent - this was originally the case in the prehistoric era, because at that time, natural materials and earthly treasures were everywhere. For example, the Zhuxian Sword Formation requires the use of the Four Swords of Zhuxian, while the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation requires the Chaos Bell to suppress the formation eyes, etc. These Lu Yuan...none of them!
Lu Yuan read the third volume completely and imported all the formations into the fortress host for analysis. After analyzing the time flow rate in the Dawn area for a full seventy years, I reluctantly selected a sword formation method that is still usable, the "Eight-Door Golden Lock Formation". This is a popular product!
Despite the big name, the requirements are not low at all, which is the first sentence that comes out of this formation. "This formation needs to be based on the eight-sided mirror treasure."
... Just stirring up the base requires eight treasure mirrors!
It is said that the Haotian Mirror is the most precious thing. Even the Yellow Emperor only has this one side. Even the Sky Escape Mirror is a small level behind! Guangchengzi, you old bastard, where can I find the eight-sided most precious mirror for you? The most irritating thing is that this old bastard acted like "the treasures are just drizzle, you can pick them up by turning left when you go out." He didn't say anything about the manufacturing method of these eight treasure mirrors!
Anyway, as long as you gather eight magic mirrors, you can create a popular "Eight-Door Golden Lock Array". These mirror-appraisal magic weapons themselves do not need to be consistent, they need to be different. Because with different combinations of magic mirrors, countless combinations can be derived... No. There should be so many permutations and combinations of 8. But the quality must be the best! Once the quality of the eight mirrors is different and the barrel effect occurs, the overall power of the array will be reduced by one level...
The above is only the first requirement of the entire formation. In short, the formation is a huge trouble!
Lu Yuan used the "Eight-Door Golden Lock Formation" as the main body, and tinkered with the principles of other analyzed formations, and barely made up the "Eight-Door Dunjia Feixian Formation". Dunjia refers to the flying escape and teleportation functions of Tiandun Mirror, while Feixian refers to the "Mirror Sword World" and the Iron Stone clone. However, Guangchengzi's formation system is indeed very clever, with a unique world within it, and once the formation is formed, it is extremely powerful!
For example, the formation that Lu Yuan pieced together was actually more effective than imagined.
It is with the help of this formation. Only then can he meet the enemy separately, break the situation calmly, and defeat the enemies one after another! Regardless of Zen Master Baimei, Sha Shen Tongzi or Xuan Zhenzi, all they saw was Lu Yuanzai fighting against four! Only Lu Yuan knows. He's actually always one-on-one. Under the influence of the formation, time and space in the area were inverted and confused. So much so that when Lu Yuan fought against four people one by one, it looked like he was divided into four at the same time.
Baimei died on the main road, Xuanqi was hung on the main gun, and Sha Shenzi was promoted by him... Only Xuanzhenzi was Lu Yuan's cultivation at the golden elixir stage. Overwhelmed! Although Xuan Zhenzi was only the disciple of Chang Mei Zhenren, his ability was not one-tenth of Chang Mei's. However, Xuan Zhenzi was also a loose immortal in this world. He had shed his Nascent Soul early and became one of the top figures in the world of immortal cultivation.
Emei is a sect of sword immortals, and Sanxian Xuanzhenzi is already the strongest cultivator in Emei today. Lu Yuan was able to defeat Xuan Zhenzi in a sword fight with his golden elixir cultivation. Of course, he had the advantage of having thoroughly studied the Emei sect's techniques in advance. But it is undeniable that Lu Yuan has been in this world for twelve years, stripped away all his spiritual power and started from scratch, and finally today he has reached the top of the world. It can be said that his cultivation speed is comparable to cheating and is unique in the world.
Nowadays, apart from those powerful bald foreign players in Emei, no one in Emei can be his opponent.
As long as Lu Yuan maintains his current posture of intensive cultivation and advancement. When he steps into the realm of Sanxian, he will indeed be qualified to challenge the Changmei Master...
"Hey! It's my turn, what next? What do you mean you've been in a daze and are smiling strangely?" Let people die?
"Haha~" Lu Yuan hurriedly said it seriously. He was so absorbed in his sexual intercourse just now. He was too, too, too.
Lu Yuan coughed twice first, and then quickly said a few words to Xuan Zhenzi, which was considered to be the end of the matter. This is what he said, "You have a small purple gold order in your pocket, right? That's right?" Seeing Xuan Zhenzi nodding in surprise, Lu Yuan immediately turned peace into violence. "Yes, why are you still here? Why don't you go to work! You saw it today, this is how the Sand God Boy ascended! Work hard, young man! His present is your future!"
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Then Xuan Zhenzi left. Outside the gate of Taiyuan City, there was only an empty road and hundreds of people sleeping in the grass.
The main road from the south has been depopulated because of Lu Yuan's illustrious reputation. Not only that, because Lu Yuan fought all the way, all the Manchus in Taiyuan City and the army had already escaped. After all, Lu Yuan is ten thousand times more terrifying than Li Dingguo's army! Facing Li Dingguo, he could still surrender, but facing the overwhelming flying swords... he could only wait to be cut to pieces by a thousand knives. No one is stupid. Anyone who has the blood of innocent people on his hands knows it in his heart.
I originally thought that only God and the earth knew about this matter, but who would have thought that a killing god suddenly appeared and knew it too! If I had known earlier, I would have...sigh~
Taiyuan was abandoned, and the Manchus throughout the Central Plains were frantically fleeing north. They flocked to Beijing from all directions, counting on their emperor to protect their safety. Little did he know that because of the hair-cutting order, Kang Mazi had become the top pick on Lu Yuan's must-kill list!
Lu Yuan picked up the Haotian Mirror from the grass that fell into the sand after the death of Demon Corpse Xuanqi, brushed the dust off with his sleeves, and sighed.
Continue to return to the carriage and sit there, looking at the sky in a daze, waiting for those people to wake up naturally. He is not in a hurry, because the end of his road is also Beijing...
*****
Xuan Zhenzi did not stay in China, he went directly to a place where there is a sea of blood now - North America.
Nowadays, the colonies in North America have just been established. It is less than fifty years since the first settlement in North America was established. The massacre of the indigenous peoples of North America in Europe has just begun. From the 16th century to the 20th century, for hundreds of years, Europe Humans slaughtered 30 to 50 million indigenous people very efficiently, and this was how the Lighthouse Country came into being.
"In 1703 their legislative assembly resolved to pay a bounty of 40 pounds for every Indian head skinned and for every red man captured; in 1720 the bounty was raised to 100 pounds for each scalp. In 1744, after a tribe in Massachusetts Bay was declared a rebel, it stipulated such a reward: "One hundred pounds in new coins for every man's head scalped over the age of 12; ... for every woman or child's head scalped." Get fifty pounds for Gapi!"
Until the establishment of the Lighthouse State in 1783, the massacre of Indians continued. It was not until 1924 that Indians were officially recognized as citizens, and it took another ten years for the massacre to truly stop...and by this time, there were not many Indians left.
What is ridiculous is that, in order to clear the lighthouse country, some people fabricated that the Indians in North America mainly died from large-scale infectious diseases - viruses from the past carried by Europeans. This theory has never been officially accepted. Because in North America, there is too much evidence left behind by the massacre of Indians, and there is no way to clean it up - but in our country, this matter is spread as if it is the truth, and the cents are flying to clear the ground for his father.
The Thanksgiving turkey hunting in North America is now said to be a gift "given" by the Indians to the colonists - is this really true? The tail feathers of turkeys are gorgeous and bright, and are often used as Indian headdresses - so-called grazing, drinking, and killing Indians, that's all...
Now that Xuan Zhenzi has gone to North America to stop the massacre and help the Indians establish their country, then our Great Lighthouse Country may disappear from history... Damn it! Without my great lighthouse country to guide the world, mankind will fall into darkness from now on. Tens of millions of surviving Indians cry bitterly and beg to be slaughtered... Lu Yuan looked at the sky speechlessly and extinguished the hope of mankind with his own hands. I made a big mistake. Die!
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p: Before I knew it, it was 4 million words! Celebrate. (To be continued.)
