The world is quiet.
Above the North Sea, eight corpses lay quietly, as well as a lyre stained red with blood.
Zen Master Kuji of Zhaode Temple and Zen Master Longzhi of Jinfo Temple.
Duan Jiuge, the sword god of the Chiyou clan, the sword sage Beihai Canglong Ao Jiuzhou, and the crazy Jiu Shu of Longhu Zhenren.
Nine Nether Sound Spirit Xu Tianqing.
The head of the ghost sect is an old ghost and a ghost woman.
Zhang Yulong, the contemporary Celestial Master of Tianshi Mansion.
Each one of them is a world-famous super master.
But now, they used their lives to open a path for Lu Chen to become a master.
They don't know what is at the end of this road.
But they are willing to bet their future on Lu Chen.
Adam looked ugly, and at the same time he was filled with doubts. If these nine people came to kill him...
No, if they came to kill him and Edward, they wouldn't be able to bear it.
So……
How strong will the creation this group of people strive for be?
Edward held a cigar in his mouth, looked meaningfully at Lu Chen in the water prison, and murmured to himself: "Fortunately, everything went well."
The King Fudo, who claims to be the reincarnation of Buddha, is sitting cross-legged at this moment, banging the wooden fish in his hand, and reciting the Purana Sutra.
The Tao is different, but they are both strong Buddhists.
He wanted to send off these two colleagues who had been fighting for nearly a hundred years.
In the coalition camp.
Shangguan Lingfeng, the head of the Shangguan family, had complicated eyes: "It turns out that this is the goal of the establishment of Jiutian... But Lu Chen is not as good as the old ghost in terms of strength, talent or experience. If you have to choose one person to become an immortal, why not choose the old ghost? ghost?"
The ancestor of the Shangguan family on the side sighed: "Ling Feng, it seems we made the wrong bet."
…
There was deathly silence in the Chinese camp.
Almost most of the warlocks knelt on the ground with painful expressions and burst into tears.
Especially the warlocks of Tianshi Mansion.
Many people even cried until they fainted.
But in the corner where no one is paying attention, the ancestor of the Zhang family is making seals quickly, and the complexity of the seals is shocking.
But just when she was about to fall, a hand suddenly pressed on her shoulder. When she turned around, it was Zhang Shixiong.
"Shixiong, you..."
"Ancestor, to be honest, I don't like Lu Chen. I even hate him a little. I feel that he is not worthy of being the leader of our China, let alone having so many people sacrifice for him."
"But I... recognize Master Zhang."
"I know what you want to do, let me do it."
"Wait a minute before taking action. I want to take a look at what the good fortune that so many people have fought for for Lu Chen is."
Eye contact.
The ancestor of the Zhang family suddenly smiled: "Shixiong, you are worthy of being the son of my Zhang family. My ancestor and the Zhang family are proud of you."
…
Under the spotlight, Miss Huang finally spoke.
She stared at Zhang Yulong's body and said slowly: "I have long heard that the calculation ability of Tianshi's hexagram is not inferior to that of Fuxi's hexagram. You will know it is true when you see it today."
"People, Buddha, Taoism and ghosts help people become immortals."
"This is true."
"If the last person to be wiped out is not you, this master's calamity will not be perfect enough, and he will not get the final blessing."
"Boy, cherish it."
As the words fell, a big clock gradually formed in front of Miss Huang.
It’s exactly——Donghuang Bell!
Miss Huang raised her right hand and patted the Donghuang Bell gently.
Boom!
With a sound, the world was dead silent.
Boom!
Two sounds and the wind started blowing.
Boom!
With three sounds, everything came to life, and Lu Chen's injuries recovered instantly.
Boom!
With four sounds, Lu Chen felt that someone was beating his soul with a sledgehammer, as if he was forging a hundred-forged steel.
Boom, boom, boom!
The next five bells rang almost simultaneously, and countless complex spiritual powers and strange memories rushed into Lu Chen's mind.
He felt as if his brain was about to burst.
"Lu Chen..."
An old voice sounded in his mind, making him regain some consciousness. He raised his head and looked around.
The scenery around him changed, and a dark throne appeared in front of him.
"Sit on it..."
"Sit on it..."
The old voice kept repeating.
"Sit on it...and become the true descendant of the Ghost Sect!"
Lu Chen had this idea inexplicably in his mind, and he walked to the throne without any hesitation.
But just when he was about to do it, an extremely terrifying repulsive force came from the throne and instantly blasted into Lu Chen's body.
This power was so strong that it seemed to destroy Lu Chen's internal organs. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Lu Chen's mouth, veins bulged on his face, and his heart was beating loudly, as if it would explode in the next second.
"It's just a chair, how dare you refuse me!?"
A low, beast-like roar came from Lu Chen's mouth, and he forced himself to sit down.
But after just one centimeter of sitting down, veins popped up all over his body, and there was a crackling sound in his body, as if his bones were being crushed.
Lu Chen held on to the two handrails tightly, with only one belief in his mind, that is, he must not be blown away by this force.
Absolutely not!
Even if it means death, even if it means being broken into pieces!
A layer of blue-black energy gradually lingered around his body, and at the same time, a arrogant female voice came to his ears.
"Come on, Master. If you fail, I will die with you."
Buzz! !
With the power of Xuanwu, Lu Chen pressed down again.
At this moment, his butt was only the last five centimeters away from the throne.
But when he pressed down forcefully just now, the terrifying counter-shock force still shattered a large area of his flesh and blood, revealing the dense white bones.
Blood stained the throne.
The power of collapse reverberated throughout his body.
This kind of pain even surpassed the pain of Phoenix Nirvana that Lu Chen felt in the magma. Ordinary people would have fainted long ago.
And once you faint...
No, as long as there is a slight relaxation of spirit, he will be blown away by the repulsive force from the throne.
"This little bit of pain doesn't matter. This is the good fortune that Master, Master Uncles, and Zhang Yulong sacrificed their lives for. I, Lu Chen... must take it!!!"
Lu Chen roared, and with the belief that he would die if he didn't succeed, he suppressed his body.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Every centimeter that Lu Chen's body pressed down, the anti-shock force would increase tenfold. In the blink of an eye, all the flesh and blood in his lower body exploded, revealing the dense white bones.
And the white bones were full of gaps, as if they would crack at any time.
"I, Lu Chen, must win!"
The banging sound echoed, Lu Chen's legs collapsed and turned into a piece of flesh and blood. At the same time, his body was shocked back ten centimeters.
But the moment Lu Chen was knocked away, Lu Chen's body roared continuously. The cultivation level that had been stuck in the Qi Transformation realm was broken through at this moment! !
At the moment of breakthrough, the spiritual power in Lu Chen's body reached an unprecedented peak. He tried his best to suppress half of his body and continued downward.
Bang bang bang!
Still exploding!
Blood mist spreads!
In just ten centimeters, most of Lu Chen's body was shattered, but in the end he was still sitting on the throne! !
"I, Lu Chen, will never lose again!"
