When he entered the ancestral land, Lu Chen estimated that there were nearly a thousand people. Including those who came later, it would be over a thousand. According to conservative estimates, there are currently less than 300 people alive. You can imagine how brutal the fighting was.
"You're here!" Lu Chen smiled and looked around. He still didn't see the big fool or the little one, which made him a little worried.
"It's over!" I don't know who shouted, and there were no more white spots in the sky.
"Look!" A monk pointed to the sky above. There was a corpse and a little kid in a bellyband, covering his eyes and shrinking in a bubble.
"Little one, Chen Yi?" Lu Chen frowned, "They can't come?"
Lu Chen guessed that it might be related to the fact that they were not real beings.
"Everyone, disciples of the Lu family, be punished!" An angry shout rang out.
"Yes, Lu's disciples will die if they go out. Let's do it together. These guys have killed so many disciples in the Central Region during this time. They are extremely arrogant!"
Several voices sounded in succession, and immediately, one after another figures saw heads rising into the sky.
Anyone who opens his mouth to kill Lu's disciples will die!
"Hiss..." There were countless gasps of air, and countless ascetics looked at the figure slowly falling to the ground in shock and horror.
"This is the evil star. The opening is the end!"
"It's too domineering, even the Queen of Swords may not be like this!"
After the words fell, everyone's eyes were looking for the team of Sword Emperor Nie's family. After a long time, they found them in an inconspicuous location. Unfortunately, there were many disciples from the Nie family, and now, there were only two figures.
Nie Zhuo and Nie Cheng both seemed to be in a bad state. They were preoccupied and had some mental issues.
"Is the Nie family completely destroyed?" Some people couldn't believe it.
"Nie Zhuo and Nie Cheng seem to have suffered a big blow. The road ahead..."
Hearing this, all the cultivators around him frowned, and they all wanted to know who it was that even the Sword King's lineage had fallen to this point.
"Killing kills one's heart!" Many ascetics couldn't help shouting.
"Is there anyone else who wants to kill the disciples of the Lu family? Stand up and I will take it!" The voice, wrapped in spiritual power, rolled away and resounded throughout the square. When all the cultivators saw this, they couldn't help but take a step back.
"Fellow Taoist, this is a grudge between us and Lu's disciples. It has nothing to do with fellow daoist. Why did fellow daoist intervene? Fellow daoist is strong, but can he be stronger than the younger generation in the entire Central Territory?"
One of the monks frowned and said.
"Are you very strong? Two-star Spirit Emperor realm?" Lu Chen looked solemn.
"I am not talented, but at the level of the Two-Star Spirit Emperor, I can be considered a master in this ancestral land. The disciples of the Lu family and those who meet me are all dead, so fellow Taoist, please don't go astray!"
"Are they all dead?" Lu Chen's eyes were calm with a solemn expression, and then he smiled ferociously, "In the two-star spirit emperor realm, kill them like butchering dogs!" Xiu Shuzhu
There was a loud shout, and as soon as he finished speaking, the face of the monk who spoke suddenly changed, his long sword was unsheathed, and a huge spiritual shield was condensed in front of him.
However, he thought he could withstand the powerful defense of Lu Chen's attack. In an instant, a streak of blood flashed away, and he turned into a mummy without even a scream.
"this……"
Looking at the mummy that fell and broke into pieces, there was deathly silence all around.
"Is there anyone who wants to kill the disciples of the Lu family?" Lu Chen slowly rose into the air and glanced below, "Today, I, Lu Chen, swear to kill anyone who wants to kill the disciples of the Lu family!"
The voice was like waves, resounding throughout the square again, "What, he is Lu Chen?"
"It's him, it's really him, the evil god!" A cultivator recognized Lu Chen's face and spoke with trembling heart.
"That's all, that's all. It's impossible to kill Lu's disciples this time. We can only find a way to get the Heaven-Shaking Art!"
When mentioning the Heaven-Shaking Technique, everyone's eyes were directed towards the mountain peak.
"Leiyin?"
"Meng Jun?"
Surprised sounds rang out one after another, all of them looked at the five people not far away from the mountain peak, holding the jade slip tightly in their hands.
"Shaking the sky
Secret? "Someone spoke, and countless figures' eyes turned red, turning into streams of light and killing Raikage and others.
"Give it to them!" Lu Chen shouted quickly.
With so many cultivators attacking them, even he had to avoid the sharp edge for a while. If Lei Yin and others did not hand over the jade slips, they would have no choice but to perish.
"Damn it!" Meng Jun cursed, and the jade in his hand turned into a stream of light and shot into the distance.
"Shaking the Sea! Go on!" Lei Yin also understood Lu Chen's intention, shouted loudly, and took out the jade slip in his hand.
"Mountain Shaking Technique! Go on!" The white light in Gan Shi's hand galloped away.
For a moment, all the cultivators were stunned. Three jade slips and three spiritual techniques made them suddenly at a loss.
Many spiritual arts are divided into multiple parts. They have never been exposed to the Heaven-Shaking Art. For a while, they were not sure whether the Heaven-shaking Art was together or a fusion of multiple spiritual arts.
Seeing that no more jade slips were thrown, all the monks cursed angrily, turned around and started to kill where the jade slips disappeared.
"Hehe!" Han Feng grinned and threw away the jade slip in his hand, making Meng Jun want to scold his mother in anger.琇书蛧
"If you don't throw it away yet, you are playing with fire!"
It was a good thing that Meng Jun didn't speak. As soon as he opened his mouth, the monk not far away who had just turned to kill suddenly turned around and looked at the jade slip falling into Han Feng's palm. His eyes instantly turned red with murderous intent.
"I...your uncle, a pig teammate!" Han Feng really wanted to slap Meng Jun on the ears a few times. This place was abnormal. After just a few breaths, more ascetics noticed it.
"Shaking the Sky, the real Sky-shaking Technique is here!" A cultivator roared angrily, and was instantly cut in two by a sharp sword.
"Fuck, don't you know you can make a fortune just by being silent?"
"It's not lost!" Meng Jun looked regretful, but now he had no other choice. He roared and grabbed the jade slip in Han Feng's hand.
"Meng Jun, I'm ready to kill you!" Han Feng glared at Meng Jun who rushed towards him, "Nie Zhuo, go on!"
With a loud roar, the jade slips headed towards Brother Nie Zhuo with a sound that broke through the air.
"kill!"
The two brothers Nie Zhuo, who were still in a trance, were also awakened by the shouts of killing. Looking at the jade slip that was speeding towards them, they naturally grabbed it in their hands. Before they could recover, various attacks followed.
"I..." Nie Zhuo was stunned!
"Knife!" Nie Cheng roared angrily, and the sword energy rose into the sky. Nie Zhuo also reacted very quickly, and another sword several feet long was suspended above his head.
"melt!"
As the two of them roared in unison, two long knives of several feet suddenly fell down. As they fell, the two long knives strangely merged together, and their power instantly increased.
The two figures shot out backwards, and more than ten people were also killed by the figures chasing them from the front, and several more people looked like they would not survive.
"The lineage of the Sword Emperor is truly terrifying!" Lei Yin exclaimed.
Meng Jun also nodded. The two of them killed several people in a hasty move and escaped unscathed. At least they couldn't do this.
"Meng Jun, I really want to kill you!" Han Feng beat his chest and stamped his feet, "That's a heaven-level spiritual secret, you damn thing!"
Hearing this, the remaining people looked at Meng Jun with strange expressions, and then looked at Han Feng with sympathetic expressions, and couldn't help but shake their heads.
"Okay, even if you stay, do you have the nerve to take him away?" Meng Jun glared at him and looked at Lu Chen, who was walking slowly.
"Are you okay?" Lu Chen asked.
"fine!"
"Something's wrong, Meng Jun, this prodigal son!" Han Feng gritted his teeth angrily, wanting to pounce on Meng Jun and bite him.
"Okay, this kind of spiritual secret won't belong to you even if you take it out. Who knows if people in the sect will kill people and silence them!" Lu Chen comforted.
"It shouldn't be the case. This is a great achievement!" Han Feng asked uncertainly for a moment.
"You've seen it all. Do you think that with our strength, the sect will tolerate you practicing the Heavenly Level Spiritual Art?" Lei Yin couldn't help but say.
Hearing this, everyone was frightened. As disciples of the Central Domain sect, they had seen too much darkness within the sect.
"Blessings, misfortune!" Gan Shi said, causing Han Feng to
He rolled his eyes, but for just a moment, a scream sounded out.
Meng Jun kicked Han Feng to the ground, "Humph, I just saved your life!"
"I……"
"Everyone, what are your plans next?" Lu Chen asked.
"Since we have nothing to do, we naturally wait for the Ancestral Land to be closed and leave. When I asked fellow Daoist Lu to leave first, I found that the Ancestral Land has been completely closed since we landed here. No one can leave. We can only wait three days." Meng Jun shook his head helplessly.
"Three days?" Lu Chen frowned. In three days, too many things happened, and no one could guarantee that they were safe. The cultivators who couldn't get the spiritual secrets were very likely to come back.
"Ancestor!" Whispers rang out one after another, and figures came slowly one after another.
"Are there only this many people left?" Lu Chen's eyes were red and tears fell.
"Ancestor, there is no need to be sad. There are no cowards among the disciples of the Lu family who came in this time. After all, every disciple's death is not a loss!"
"Is this how the dead are reckoned with?" Lu Chen asked in a deep voice. Lu Xing was startled when he spoke, and then he came back to his senses.
"Ancestor!" Hearing Lu Chen speak, nearly three hundred figures finally shed tears.
When a man sheds tears, he doesn't shed them easily, but they are not sad yet.
At this moment, the Lu family is facing the crisis of genocide. The younger generation is also dead and injured, and less than 30% of them survive.
Seeing their clan members falling around them one by one, they never shed tears. Some of them just regarded death as home and killed all the enemies. Now, seeing their ancestors, they couldn't bear it anymore. xь.
Looking at the more than two hundred figures crying in front of him, Lu Chen stretched out his right hand tremblingly, wanting to speak, but didn't know what to say.
Behind them, Meng Jun and others were also silent. They had heard about the genocide of many forces in the Central Region. Now that they saw it with their own eyes, they couldn't help but feel helpless.
"Cry, cry, let's fight to the death!" Lu Chen, whose eyes were red, took a deep breath and looked around at the Lu family's disciples who were still crying.
"Young men of the Lu clan, are you afraid of death?" Lu Xing suddenly raised his head and roared.
"Hahaha, who is afraid of death? Who would enter the ancestral land if he is afraid of death? Among us, whoever hasn't killed a few brats from the Central Territory will still make a profit by dying!"
"Haha, that's right, a corpse wrapped in horse leather, what's there to be afraid of?"
Lu Xing looked around and saw no one flinching, all with fighting intent on their faces.
