"The heavenly calamity has passed, and the human calamity is about to come."
Lu Xuanji's figure flashed, looking at the enemies around him with a calm expression.
Heavenly Tribulation, purges monks with poor qualifications, poor understanding, and poor strength;
Fate Tribulation, cleansing monks with bad luck and poor Qi;
Human calamity, cleansing the monks who are not popular.
After the heavenly tribulation, there will definitely be a human tribulation. This is a mysterious change in the way of heaven.
Many monks wanted to hunt down his seriously injured Nascent Soul. The flesh, flesh, soul, etc. of a Nascent Soul Lord were all excellent materials that could be used to refine elixirs and to refine magic weapons.
"Those monks want to take advantage of this opportunity, and I also want to take supplements."
Lu Xuanji's face was also pale, but he was extremely ambitious and his heart was boiling with murderous intent.
"Boy, you are at the end of your strength, just accept your fate!"
A big man appeared first, with a burly body and a sneer. He looked at Lu Xuanji with a look of greed and a hint of caution.
The prey in front of him was certainly weak, but no one knew what his trump card was.
Lu Xuanji looked at this big man and saw that he was a monk on the third level of Nascent Soul. He had a powerful aura and a turtle shell behind him. Endless waves were surging faintly, and an endless ocean appeared above his head.
"Xuan Ming, I want to devour this boy all to myself, but this won't work!"
At this moment, another old woman appeared. She was wearing brown clothes and holding a cane in her hand. Her face was old, but her eyes were triangular. She smiled sharply and said: "Boy, you are seriously injured now and your energy is exhausted. Now, You are just trying to support yourself. As long as you kneel down and be my dog and marry my fish family, I will spare your life!"
Other murderous intentions are also locked, and they seem to be ready to attack at any time.
At this moment, a white light flashed, and a long knife appeared from the darkness, slashing towards Lu Xuanji's neck.
It's fast and stealthy, arriving almost instantly.
"kill!"
Lu Xuanji's left hand was changing, and he grasped the snow-white sword in an instant.
The long knife was trembling, and it came out in an instant, constantly changing and slashing at his arm.
"too slow!"
Lu Xuanji said indifferently, and with a flash of footsteps, he punched out in an instant, making the void tremble.
A black figure stepped out of the invisible state and was about to struggle to escape, but the surrounding space was blocked, making it impossible to escape.
Boom boom boom!
A punch struck down, like a broken watermelon. The black-clothed monk's head was shattered, and then his body was also shattered. Yuanying was about to run away, but he was sucked into the Heaven-Devouring Cauldron and sealed inside the cauldron. stand up.
Bang bang!
The Nascent Soul was impacting and impacting the Butian Cauldron, but it was difficult to knock it away.
Lu Xuanji turned around, looked at the burly man, and said, "It's your turn."
The next moment, his footsteps flashed, his arm appeared behind him instantly, and he punched his way out. Suddenly, the layers of protective aura on this burly man were shattered.
In times of crisis, the burly man activated the magic weapon.
Suddenly, the turtle shell blocked the front and made a dull sound.
But the turtle shell withstood the huge force, but it made a sound like a war drum.
"stop!"
At this moment, a sword light flashed, and the destructive sword energy tore out, stabbing Lu Xuanji in the back.
When he takes action, he is like a peerless swordsman, with one sword strike leaving no trace of ghosts or ghosts behind.
But a moment later, the sword struck the gray shield, making a crisp sound.
At this moment, a pillar appeared in Lu Xuanji's hand. He danced the pillar, making a buzzing sound, and then smashed it down.
The turtle's shell shattered.
The burly man's body turned into flesh, and Nascent Soul flew out and fled.
Lu Xuanji was about to activate the Heaven-Building Cauldron to seal it, but found that the cauldron was damaged and could not seal the opponent at all, which was still a little short of the mark.
brush!
At this moment, the sword immortal in white took action. The sword light flashed and pierced Lu Xuanji's eyes. The sword changed in an unpredictable way.
Lu Xuanji blasted out with both hands, his fists were fierce, and his fists crushed the mountains and rivers. The sword energy that came from the attack was defeated one after another.
"too weak!"
Lu Xuanji said murderously: "Take the knife!"
On the palm of the hand, the two qi of yin and yang are flowing, the qi of the five elements is rotating, the power of magnetism is surging, the power of the stars is condensing, and the power of extinction is gathering, turning into a nine-color divine way to kill.
brush!
With his footsteps flashing, Lu Xuanji stepped forward and slashed with his sword, as if the ancient demon god had descended and turned into a terrifying destruction.
The white-clothed sword cultivator's expression changed, and he activated his secret technique to dodge, but the distance did not widen, but instead narrowed.
He urged his sword to fight back, but his body was trembling, as if he was instinctively afraid.
"The difference in strength is so huge. I am a genius of the Dragon Clan, and I have been advanced to the Nascent Soul for five hundred years. But he just became the Nascent Soul and was injured, but he easily suppressed me!"
Feeling that his life was threatened, this dragon genius activated his secret technique to fight back.
But it was of no use at all. The sword in his hand was smashed to pieces, and then his body was smashed into pieces. Nascent Soul turned into panic and fled away.
Siluke
But the next moment, he was pinched in someone's palm.
Into the chaotic picture, suppress it.
The people who were watching were immediately frightened and backed away when they saw this scene, with a trace of fear in their eyes.
In the fierce battle so far, two Yuanying monks have been suppressed, and one has escaped, with a tragic ending.
"Junior, put them down!"
At this moment, a strong man from the Dragon Clan took action, suppressing everything in one move.
"It's so powerful, but I'm not afraid either! Kill with the nine-color magic sword!"
Facing the terrifying killing move, Lu Xuanji's expression remained unchanged, and with all his energy surging, the nine-color long knife came out and tore in one direction.
Dang, Dang, Dang!
Just like forging iron, the two sides are fighting fiercely, constantly tearing everything apart and annihilating everything.
The one who took action was an old man from the dragon clan. Standing there, there was a terrifying storm in the void. The will of destruction annihilated everything, and he took action tyrannically.
The old man's hands were empty, without any magic weapons or secret techniques. Just a pair of iron fists beat him back.
The long knife kills, but it is difficult to do anything to the enemy.
While fighting, the old man from the dragon clan said coldly: "Junior, hand over their Yuan Yuanying. You can't leave today. As long as you are willing to worship me as your teacher, I swear to protect your safety. Between life and death, it depends on how you do it. chosen!"
…
At this moment, the Yuanying monks on the periphery were talking a lot and watching the battle.
It's like watching a monkey show.
"In this era, there are so many talented people. A mere junior has such fighting power. It is simply terrifying and terrible... We are old!"
"So what about geniuses? Are there not many geniuses who have died in recent years? Not at all?"
Another veteran Yuanying said with a somewhat disdainful tone: "When I was a boy, most of the monks who were better qualified than me died, but I am the only one alive. If he can get out alive, let's talk about other things!"
This true king, wearing a jade robe and a jade crown, is unparalleled in elegance, elegant and noble, graceful and upright.
Another Nascent Soul appeared and sneered: "Boy, you can't escape!"
The other Nascent Souls did not speak, but their terrifying Qi machines were locked, as if they were ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.
…
Boom boom boom!
The long sword blasted away, and Lu Xuanji's mana was being consumed violently.
Originally, after overcoming the tribulation, he was still injured, but with continuous fighting, the injuries were getting worse.
At this moment, there were more than a dozen Nascent Souls on the periphery staring at him, blocking his escape direction, turning into a dragnet and cutting off all his chances of survival.
This is the circle.
When he was in the realm of Zifu, the monks around him were all foundation-building monks. For Zifu monks, it was rarer to see a Jindan monk than to see a meteor shower;
But after becoming a golden elixir, there are golden elixir cultivators all around, just like cabbage.
Also at the golden elixir realm, it is very difficult to see the Nascent Soul monk;
But just after entering the realm of Yuanying, rare Yuanying monks appeared one after another, seeming to be everywhere.
The circle determines the pattern and the social circle.
brush!
The next moment, Lu Xuanji activated his secret technique to escape. The phantoms in the void were changing, and it was really difficult to argue, and they escaped in different directions.
kill!
At this moment, the Nascent Soul monks surrounding him took action one after another and attacked. The shadows were shattered one after another, and the clones were shattered one after another.
"Junior, come and die!
"
At this moment, a Nascent Soul cultivator came with a palm strike.
Lu Xuanji took a step forward and punched out.
It was about to activate the Ant Emperor's divine form, but it consumed 7788 mana and could not be used at all.
"Battle Axe, kill me!"
A huge ax appeared on Lu Xuanji's palm and struck down.
The Nascent Soul Lord waved his hand to resist.
Bang bang!
As if forging iron, there was no wound on the Zhenjun's palm, but Lu Xuanji's body was shaken and he entered the encirclement again.
"That's it! Let's fight!"
At this moment, Lu Xuanji coughed, feeling a little weak and exhausted.
Activate the Pure Yang Order, the Pure Yang Order is activated, and a terrifying energy is resurrected.
At this moment, an illusory figure appeared behind Lu Xuanji. He was tall, standing tall, and exuded an aura of terror. It was just a shadow, but the moment it appeared, time stopped, space stopped, and everything stopped.
In an instant, this illusory shadow becomes the center of eternity.
The face of this phantom could not be seen clearly, but there was a trace of destruction in it.
"Sir, I don't know who you are, but now I'm going to lend you a bit of magic power to suppress the heroes!"
The illusory figure spoke.
The next moment, the shadow collapsed and turned into a pure Yang magic power that was instilled into his body. Originally, Lu Xuanji was injured during the catastrophe, and the continuous fierce battles made it worse.
But under the infusion of this pure Yang magic power, all the injuries were healed in the blink of an eye.
As the injury healed, the Qi in Lu Xuanji's body was rising like a river of blood. He was on the first level of Yuanying, the second level of Yuanying, the third level of Yuanying... he continued to climb upwards, reaching the cultivation level of the ninth level of Yuanying.
"Is this the peak of Nascent Soul?"
As his cultivation level increased significantly, Lu Xuanji's mind expanded, as if he could blow up the planet with one punch.
But he knew that all this was an illusion, and even the peak Nascent Soul could not blow up the planet, not even the Transformation God.
This power comes from the Pure Yang Order. It is a power that does not belong to oneself. It can last for a stick of incense at most and then disappear.
At the same time, a piece of information from the Chunyang Order came into his mind. This was a great killing technique belonging to the Chunyang lineage - Chunyang Wuji Fist.
This boxing technique only has three moves, but each one kills.
"Pure Yang destroys the world!"
Lu Xuanji stepped forward, his body twisting, and he stepped forward boldly to deliver a killing punch, like a pure sun rising up and hitting a big world, destroying it in an instant.
Boom boom boom!
The body of the Nascent Soul True Lord who was resisting in front was destroyed, the Nascent Soul was burned, and turned into nothingness on the spot.
The immortal attribute of the Nascent Soul is like a paper lake in the face of Chunyang's destruction of the world.
kill!
Lu Xuanji's eyes were filled with killing intent, and he punched out again, destroying everything and destroying all laws.
Two more Nascent Soul cultivators were shot dead on the spot.
The battlefield suddenly reversed.
Just when Lu Xuanji was about to kill all the Nascent Souls present, a breath of destruction came from the void, and a palm slapped down, like the suppression of the Five Finger Mountain.
Suddenly, Lu Xuanji felt horrified, as if he had encountered a natural enemy, as if he had encountered an unbeatable opponent.
He was about to counterattack with his magic power, but the magic power on his body melted away like ice and snow.
The gap is too big!
At this moment, the Pure Yang Order was operating, and a majestic figure rose up and appeared behind him, carrying the sun, moon and stars on his back, standing on the sea, aloof and indifferent.
It is Chunyang Daojun.
Chunyang Daojun pointed his finger and killed it on that palm.
The irresistible palm was instantly pierced.
Tick tock!
Tick tock!
A trace of blood flowed out.
brush!
The next moment, a force of void movement blessed his body, and then Lu Xuanji disappeared.
…
The void flashed, and just three breaths later, a dragon man appeared in the void.
He was wearing a golden robe, with a crown on his head, and his aura was like the sea and the abyss, giving people an unfathomable feeling.
"Greetings to the Jade Dragon King!
"
The Nascent Soul cultivators present all paid their respects to Dao.
Just because the big cultivator in front of him is the Dragon Clan's incarnation god.
"You guys disperse!"
The Jade Dragon King spoke in an indifferent tone, as if he didn't want to say another word.
Many Yuanying monks wanted to ask, but they endured it, turned around and disappeared.
"interesting!"
At this moment, a drop of blood appeared in the hand of the Jade Dragon King. It was the blood left by Lu Xuanji during the fierce battle.
If you fight hard in a battle, you will inevitably get injured, and injuries will bleed.
With this drop of blood, he deduced a lot of information.
"Chunyang lineage, descendants of Chunyang Daojun. According to legend, Chunyang Daojun has a deep relationship with my Donghai lineage. It's just that in the past hundreds of thousands of years, people have had little affection for each other. Besides, this A descendant of Chunyang wants to kill me, a demon cultivator from the East China Sea!" The Jade Dragon King said, with a trace of greed flashing in his eyes.
This junior has been inherited from the Chunyang lineage. He has many magic weapons and treasures. He is a living treasure.
A gold belt that kills people and sets people on fire means that people will not be rich without a windfall, and horses will not be fat without a windfall.
If you want to achieve something, you must abide by all the rules honestly and be an honest person. There is no hope at all. You can kill people, set fires, and rob treasures. Only then will you have a future.
If you can catch him, you will make a fortune.
With the secret technique activated, Lu Xuanji's direction was deduced, and his body flashed to follow him.
