Feng Shangyin's eyes flashed, and he waved his eight talismans, as if he was worried that Zhao Yanye and Zhao Yixian would regret it, and would be the first to incorporate the rising stars into the formation talismans.
The space shattered, black streaks in the void rushed away, Lu Bei screamed strangely, and was accidentally swept away by the darkness of the void.
Once you get into Pindao's hands, you Xuanlong can't decide whether you live or die.
Feng Shangyin proudly stepped into the void and chased the formation. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of two white-haired men, dumbfounded, and secretly uttered a stunned expression.
The Mahayana stage that emerged from the sea of blood of the corpses of the demon clan was so stupid, which shows that the demon clan is not good at all.
When he stepped into the void, he only paid attention to Xuanlong's reaction and did not notice Xiongchu's side. Old monk Zhengqing shook his head and sighed, clasped his hands together and recited the rebirth mantra.
Rumble, one, one, one
In the depths of the void, the Nine Palaces and Bagua array forms a self-contained whole, and the portals change, hundreds or thousands of times with each breath.
Variety. In each change, there are five elements and five colors that cycle back and forth, endlessly and endlessly.
The people from Lubei were rushing around like headless flies in the formation, and the gap between the realms of the monks in the Tribulation Stage and the Mahayana Stage was clear at a glance.
This is a gap in background. If you don’t understand, you just don’t understand. It won’t change just because someone has a louder voice.
Feng Shangyin stood outside the formation diagram and personally presided over the formation several times. Looking at the ups and downs of Lu Bei, who was completely unable to fight back, he asked sternly, "I want to ask you who's name is this? Why is there a monk with a name in Xuanlong?" "There is no record of your name and appearance?"
"And Mo Xiu Tu Yuan, when did she attain Mahayana cultivation and hide her name incognito to plot against the demon clan, or does Xuan Long have other plans?"
"Tell me everything you know, otherwise I will be ruthless, and today will be your death anniversary next year!"
Lu Bei: "..."
You are a minor supporting character who is not popular, but you have so many psychological activities, and your surname is not Gu. Do you have to worry about major national affairs?
Lu Bei secretly complained, lying flat and swimming in the ocean of formations, no matter how the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, mountains of swords and seas of fire, he remained motionless.
"I won't shed tears until I see the coffin, but I want to see how long you can hold on."
Xuanlong Baimao was famous for his harsh words. Feng Shangyin had heard about it a long time ago and sneered: "This picture is a magic weapon for poor Taoists. Its magical power is far beyond your imagination. Even if the elders of your clan come, they will not be able to protect themselves. Don't expect it." They will come to save you."
After saying this, the formation diagram suddenly changed, the nine palaces were full of murderous intent, and the eight-gram mysterious and unpredictable killing formation was layered with mountains, and the interlocking links were amazing.
Lu Bei didn't have it. It was fancy and neither painful nor itchy. He didn't even know what Feng Shangyin was doing.
This is how cultivating immortals is. In addition to competing for talent and understanding, monks also have the foundation of the mountain sect.
Lu Bei has been practicing for two and a half years, and he is not worthy enough to lift Feng Shangyin's shoes even if he tries to understand the principles of heaven. However, when it comes to competition, the Immortal Sword Code left by the Sutra of Abandonment alone can make Feng Shangyin unable to lift his head.
To be precise, the Zhenyuan Pavilion's miscellaneous fish was sent to the door by the Mahayana Pavilion Master, and Qi Li Jing didn't even bother to beat it up.
Feng Shangyin has fulfilled all his talents and heritage. If there is no great opportunity in this life, it will basically be over. Otherwise, Lu Bei has just started the Immortal Sword Code and has a bright future. Only God knows what he will look like in the future.
I don't know how much time passed, but Lu Bei calculated that time was almost up. Now that he broke out of the formation, it was still very credible to have a 50-50 result.
"Which trick is best?"
The power of the Immortal Sword Intention is too great, and it is too hard and big for Feng Shangyin to practice it alone;
Three characters is enough. If you exert too much force, the May-Five meeting will become one-sided;
The devil's heart relic is even worse. Isn't this bullying an honest person?
Star formation…
Forget it, let’s talk about the Demonic Heart Relic! After some hard thinking, Lu Bei was shocked to find that he had underestimated Feng Shangyin. The Mahayana monks were so terrifying that they were a level higher than him for nothing. He had to rack his brains even if he thought about it.
In the end, Lu Bei finally figured out a way to break the situation. Taoist Taoist Master Duobao returned to the world with the Fantian Seal on his head, a demon-slaying sword in his hand, and a jade gourd hanging around his waist.
The divine light shined brightly, and the three Mahayana-level magic weapons shone so brightly that Feng Shangyin's eyes stung, and tears of disappointment left the corners of his mouth.
"No wonder, with so many magic weapons protecting him, no wonder the formation can't hurt him... So that's how it is."
Feng Shangyin was envious and jealous. The treasure that he opened his mouth was covered in dust. Those who were destined to close his mouth would get it. He stepped into the formation, danced his fingers into shadows, and created a series of talismans.
There are five colors in the sky, transformed into dragons that stretch for thousands of miles, and the mighty dragons stir up the turbulent flow of the void.
Sweeped and annihilated by the demon-slaying sword;
There are portals of reincarnation in the Bagua wheel, heaven, earth,
Wind, thunder, water, fire, mountains and swamps outline a realistic picture
In the small world, the four phenomena are inferred based on the principles of heaven and earth.
He was beaten down by Fan Tianyin with a brick.
Feng Shangyin was so greedy that his chin was blurred with tears. He raised his hand and slapped his forehead. He opened his heavenly eyes between his eyebrows. He picked up a long sword and wore Bagua heart-protecting clothes. He jumped into the formation and slashed straight at Lu Bei.
The sword light is divided into eight directions, each represents a branch of the Eight Diagrams, and is cut from all directions. When combined, it reverses the Yin and Yang Dao.
Seeing this, Lu Bei didn't panic and bowed sideways: "Please, baby, turn around!"
The light hovered, swallowing for a moment.
Feng Shangyin stood there with a sword in his hand, his heart protected by the Eight Trigrams was broken, his third eye was bleeding, and a bloody hole the size of his thumb was pierced between his eyebrows.
He shook the two, and the sleepy soul slowly woke up, looking at Lu Bei with horror: "You, you..."
"Hey, that's pretty cool!"
"you………"
"Please baby, turn around!"
"..."
"Please baby, turn around!"
After turning around five times in a row, Feng Shangyin's shaky figure fell completely, and the long sword he held tightly fell weakly. The Nine Palaces and Bagua array returned to the appearance of a magic weapon, turning into a little white light and escaping.
Snapped!
The golden light flickered, Lu Bei clasped the struggling and trembling scroll, and smiled slightly: "Don't be afraid, the pain will pass quickly."
Strange power penetrates, wind and thunder surround, the sun burns...
Lu Bei swept away the Primordial Spirit Brand in the formation diagram. Although he didn't like this magic weapon and basically had no use for it, he had recently emptied his inventory and really had no choice.
On the other side, Feng Shangyin's soul was severely beaten. He was already seriously injured and lost his sense of the magic weapon. He spurted out a mouthful of hot blood and his whole body succumbed rapidly.
The relationship between Mahayana monks and magic weapons is far from simple. Taking it away for a moment does not mean that it can be taken away for the whole life, especially the magic weapon of life and life. Unless Feng Shang Yin is dead, abandoning the Sutra and deceiving the corpse can only do it. Stare.
Lu Bei knew this and turned to look at Feng Shangyin with a rather unkind eyebrow: "Jie, Jie, Jie, senior, you can still breathe!"
Feng Shangyin was horrified, his face was as pale as a white paper. He had seen Lu Bei's simple and crude robbery, how could he not know that the little white hair in front of him was unfathomable, and it was by no means as simple as passing through the tribulation period.
A genuine Mahayana monk!
You, you... who are you? !
Feng Shangyin hissed at the top of his lungs. When Lu Bei took a step forward, he took a step back. As he stepped back, he bumped into something in the boundless void.
In panic, he turned around quickly, and the fist mark magnified infinitely in front of his eyes.
Bang!
Lu Bei took away the remaining blood with a straight punch and said dissatisfied: "It's only 500 million. It's not even enough to stuff between the teeth. I really treat this sect leader as a beggar. If the harvest hadn't been bad recently, I wouldn't have bothered to throw this stinky money on the ground." earn."
While speaking, he punched Feng Shangyin in the chest again, raised his hand and smeared bright red on his body randomly.
While the blood is still dry, you can deceive everyone.
At this time, Feng Shangyin, who was lying in the void, woke up from the severe pain. Seeing Lu Bei's operation, he immediately reacted. He grabbed Lu Bei's ankle, was weak and coughed up blood and said: "Don't think about it, devil, I would rather Even if we die together, we won’t let you harm the Xiongchu monks.”
Don't talk nonsense. It's amazing that you died heroically.
Where does death come from?
Lu Bei continued to show his disdain, crushing Feng Shangyin's spirit and body, and then crushing his self-esteem: "Please be mature and have some self-knowledge. You are already in the Mahayana stage. Do you still need this sect leader to teach you this principle? "
After saying that, he kicked him away.
"Go to hell!"
Feng Shangyin rolled twice, feeling sleepy and physically exhausted, breathing heavily. Seeing Lu Bei getting ready to go, he gritted his teeth and took out a scroll from his arms, wanting to trick another person into the trap.
"Please ancestor..."
bang
Straight punch.
Feng Shangyin: Feng Shangyin:_(T∠)
"Yes, he is a man!"
Lu Bei withdrew his fist and slowly pushed the scroll away: "Looking at your character, you have a bit of the integrity and loyalty of my sect master. I will keep the formation map for you first and return it to you after we negotiate the price.
On the scroll, there are scrawled pen and ink, and a group of people raise a glass to invite the bright moon. A few simple strokes are outlined, and the freehand brushwork follows the heart and rhythm, but does not lose its shape.
"My painting skills are average, I hope I don't publish a book."
Lu Bei took a glance and saw that the figure in the painting was probably the founder of the Zhenyuan Pavilion. He scanned it with his mind and learned how to use it, and stuffed it into his arms without paying much attention.
Just make do with it, it’s better than nothing!
His body shook, his face was like gold paper, he covered his chest and fell out of the void with Feng Shangyin at the same time.
The two figures fell to the ground. Xiao Baimao, who was seriously injured and holding the demon-slaying sword, was already weak. Feng Shangyin was even more unbearable. He grabbed the ground with his head and didn't wake up.
On the left and right, Xuanlong and all the Xiongchu monks took a breath of cold air.
Xuanlong: I won the battle...who is this person?
Xiongchu: There are monks in the Tribulation Stage who have crossed a great realm and defeated the Mahayana Stage. The Xuanlong Zhao Family is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!
On the Xiongchu side, seeing Little White Hair looking miserable and just a breeze away from falling, many people began to think of taking advantage of others' danger.
Shen Ruohai frowned slightly and received several messages asking for permission. They politely asked if she had the intention to make a contribution. If not, everyone would share the credit.
Before Shen Ruohai could reply, his wrist was suddenly tightly grasped by Gu Yuanping next to him.
She looked at him doubtfully and received a careful and cautious warning look.
"This road is worse than death. Even if you take one step, you will never return. It will take a lifetime to heal."
"???"
Shen Ruohai was full of questions. She and Gu Yuanping had known each other for many years and knew that the other party would not talk nonsense. She came to support the scene and had no intention of ending up personally. But when Gu Yuanping said this, she immediately became interested.
Calm down your mind and examine carefully, Xiao Bai Mao's appearance is not fake, and his realm is clear. He is not a Mahayana monk who has achieved the fourth level of transcending tribulations.
That’s right!
"who is the next?"
Lu Bei leaned on the demon-slaying sword and staggered. He stabilized his body with his tenacious perseverance, waved his hand to stop Zhao Yanye who was about to step forward, and looked at the Xiongchu camp with unyielding eyes: "The master of the Zhenyuan Pavilion has average means and a lifetime of practice. I just talked about being majestic, but he fell down before I even exerted any force. Even he was able to achieve a great reputation in Xiongchu, so it shows that you are nothing more than that. Who is next? There are not enough people to take the lead.
Fear, no matter how many times I come, I won’t even frown. "
"You little thief is arrogant!"
"The madman used magic weapons to carry out his crimes. The master of the pavilion fell into your scheme without noticing for a moment. I will meet you when a certain family comes.
"It's just a demon-slaying sword. Your sword is sharp, but my sword is not bad at all!"
"Amitabha--_"
The Buddha's name suppressed the whole crowd. Zhengqing clasped his hands and walked out of the crowd: "Donor Lu, you are a person with great supernatural powers. You have already transcended the secular world and achieved immortality. Why do you need to tease these ordinary people?"
