In the third stage of the Holy Son Ceremony, the missions of all twenty-nine god-level leaders have come to an end.
On the floating mountain of Wandao Immortal Palace, the monks were so embarrassed that they wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
As the strongest force and leader in the Penglai Divine Realm, Yuwen Huangji was not even qualified to let Luo Fu use his skills.
This is definitely a great shame for Wandao Immortal Palace.
When Yuwen Huangji, as the last god-level leader, returned to the Holy Son Dojo from the Tree of Nothingness.
The scene immediately burst into mocking boos.
At this moment, the pent-up emotions of the monks from the three major domains and even the Six Dynasties were released.
Their leader is indeed miserable, but no matter how miserable he is, he is still much better than Emperor Yuwen.
Master Xuanqing, Master Wuliang, and Master Haoran all shook their heads.
The leader of the Haoran Sect sneered and said with a strange air, "It seems that we really can't place too high hopes on the monks of the Penglai Divine Realm."
"This sect leader said that the Penglai Divine Domain is not qualified to be called the four major domains with us."
The leader of the Wuliang Sect nodded: "There are only three major domains in Canglan Continent, and the Penglai Divine Domain is just a barren land."
These boos and harsh discussions made Emperor Yuwen's face turn pale, and his tightly clenched fists were trembling.
He thought that his hatred for Luo Fu had reached its peak.
But it wasn't until this moment that he discovered that his hatred for Luo Fu could be even stronger!
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Tai Cang Huanyu Tower, ninth floor.
Five days later.
Luo Fu appeared outside the gate of a magnificent golden palace.
He lowered his head and glanced at the small formation in his palm. The arrow of the formation was clearly pointing in the direction of the Golden Palace.
Right above the gate of the Golden Palace, there is a gold plaque hanging with three big characters written on it: Lingxiao Palace.
Inside Lingxiao Palace.
In the middle of the open golden palace, there is a large round table.
Surrounding the round table, Wan Wuhen, Ku Chanzi, and Lu Chen were sitting upright.
At this moment, Ku Chanzi and Lu Chen's attention was obviously focused on the sword piece at the end of the golden palace.
The ninth sword piece has a top-grade talisman with complex runes engraved on it.
Kuchanzi glanced at the direction of the sword, then clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the Lord of all benefactors."
"You must be the first one to reach the ninth floor, Lingxiao Palace. Why not get the sword piece."
Wan Wuhen smiled calmly: "Did you see that talisman? This talisman is called the Suppressing Talisman, and it is of the highest grade."
"Weapons and magic weapons of the highest level and below will lose all their power if they are hit by this talisman."
"The power of weapons and magic weapons of the highest rank and above will be greatly reduced if this talisman is attached to them."
Lu Chen narrowed his eyes: "Let me take this talisman and get the sword piece!"
Wan Wuhen shook his head: "You can try, but the results can be imagined."
Lu Chen frowned: "I am the reincarnation of the Immortal Emperor, how can I not be able to take off a small top-quality talisman?"
After saying this, Lu Chen suddenly turned into an afterimage and shot at the ninth sword piece.
When he grabbed the weapon-suppressing talisman attached to the sword piece, he pulled it suddenly.
However, the talisman did not move at all.
When Lu Chen saw this, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and then he formed a seal with his hands and shouted: "Haoran Zuntian picks the talisman hand!"
After the seal was completed, a series of strange runes suddenly appeared on Lu Chen's palms.
At this moment, his palms were like "rune hands", also shining with the power of runes.
Immediately, Lu Chen's face was filled with extreme confidence, and he grabbed the talisman with a pair of palms filled with runes and pulled it outwards vigorously.
But the talisman is still motionless!
"Hiss..." Kuchanzi took a breath of cold air when he saw this, and asked curiously: "How could it be like this?"
"Picking a talisman is not the same as breaking a talisman, it's not that difficult."
"Although Donor Lu is not a professional talisman master, his magical talisman-picking skills should make it effortless to pick just the best talisman."
"Can……"
Wan Wuhen said: "I can't say the specific principle, but I probably have some clues."
"To give an easy-to-understand example, if you think of the talisman as an arrow, think of the sword piece as a tiger that was shot through by the arrow."
"Then the arrows today have grown together with the tiger's healed wounds because they have been too long."
"If you try to pull the arrow out of the tiger's wound, the tiger will inevitably resist."
"Therefore, if you want to catch the arrow, you must first capture the tiger."
Hearing this, Lu Chen and Ku Chanzi all understood the truth.
Lu Chen nodded and gave up the plan of picking up the talisman.
Picking talisman is no longer that simple.
The three of them did not have the ability to "subdue" the sword pieces, so they could not take off the talisman.
Outside Lingxiao Palace.
Luo Fu's calm eyes stared at the palace door quietly: "There are three auras inside."
"Jin, enter the Lingxiao Palace and kill all life forms you see."
Say it.
The golden puppet received the order and without even a moment's hesitation, he sprinted forward, turned into an afterimage, and shot into the Lingxiao Palace.
Outside the palace gate, Luo Fu stood with his hands behind his hands and said calmly: "If Wan Wuhen can't even handle my puppet, then he is not even qualified to fight with me."
Soon, the sounds of fierce fighting in Lingxiao Palace floated out from the main entrance.
The sound of fighting didn't last long, only half a stick of incense at most, and then it died down.
The golden puppet did not leave the palace.
Luo Fu nodded, acknowledging the strength of Wan Wuhen and the others, and then took a step up the stairs.
When Luo Fu's figure appeared in Lingxiao Palace.
The three people sitting around the round table looked at Luo Fu at the same time.
Wan Wuhen smiled heartily and extended his hand to Luo Fu: "Luo Fu, you are here, please take a seat."
Luo Fu didn't refuse.
It is already the last battle. Now that things have happened, there is no need to rush into the war.
As Luo Fu walked towards the round table, he caught a glimpse of the golden puppet in the corner with the corner of his eye.
The puppet's body had been drained of spiritual energy, and it lay motionless like a dead thing.
When Luo Fu saw this, he glanced at Lu Chen.
Lu Chen sneered: "You're right, I did it."
Luo Fu smiled and didn't care. He pulled out a stone bench and sat down.
At this moment, the Holy Son Ceremony, the four powerful Holy Sons, finally gathered together.
Wan Wuhen waved to Luo Fu: "We should have some guests coming."
Around the stone table, there are twenty-nine blank stone benches.
Luo Fu said calmly: "No need to wait, they can't come."
Can't come!
The meaning behind this sentence made Wan Wuhen and the other three look slightly condensed.
Soon, Wan Wuhen's expression returned to normal and said: "Not bad, Luo Fu, you are very good."
As he said that, Wan Wuhen pressed his palms on the table, looked at Luo Fu carefully, and said, "You know, Ku Chanzi and Lu Chen are both very strong."
"But in my eyes, Wan Wuhen, there is always only you, Luo Fu!"
Luo Fu shook his head: "In my eyes, you are never there."
Wan Wuhen laughed loudly and gave Luo Fu a thumbs up: "Crazy, very crazy!"
"Honestly, before this, I was 100% sure that I could kill you."
"But now I have to admit that this 100% certainty is only 70%."
Kuchanzi smiled coldly.
Lu Chen squinted his eyes and said coldly: "You two, are you too indifferent?"
"But you don't take me and Kuchanzi seriously?"
The conversation between Wan Wuhen and Luo Fu obviously made them very unhappy.
Wan Wuhen didn't defend himself and took out a wine jar and four wine bowls with a smile.
"Three thousand years of aging, Cangshan ginseng wine."
"Brewed from three hundred and sixty-five kinds of elixirs, it is of great benefit to monks."
"Three of you, please!"
Under the control of the power of attributes, the wine jar floats up on its own, filling the four wine bowls with strong wine.
Luo Fu said: "It's so elegant."
Wan Wuhen smiled slightly: "This Holy Son Ceremony will surely be unprecedented. It will be difficult to see such a high-quality Holy Son battle again."
"As witnessed by the three of you and the monks all over the world, I, Wan Wuhen, have achieved the position of leader of this term. It is worth celebrating."
"Amitabha." Kuchanzi clasped his hands together and did not touch the wine bowl in front of him: "Monks, you are not allowed to drink alcohol."
Lu Chen directly picked up the wine bowl, poured the liquor on the ground, hugged his shoulders and said nothing.
Luo Fu picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, saying, "Good wine."
"Look." Wan Wuhen nodded appreciatively: "This is me, Wan Wuhen, who values Luo Fu even more."
"You two are far inferior to Luo Fu in terms of magnanimity."
After saying that, Wan Wuhen also drank the strong wine in the bowl in one gulp, and then looked around at everyone: "Everyone."
"From the beginning of the Holy Son Ceremony, we have passively followed their rules."
"Now, I have a proposal."
"The four of us can draw up the rules for the final battle ourselves, okay?"
Although he was asking everyone, his eyes were only fixed on Luo Fu.
Luo Fu said calmly: "It doesn't matter."
"As long as you can display a fighting style that will allow you to leave no regrets."
"You decide the rules."
Wan Wuhen waved his hand: "Happy!"
"Friend Daoist Ku, Friend Lu, the three of us want to kill Luo Fu quickly."
"But if three fight one, I'm afraid I won't be reconciled to it."
"In this way, the three of us will fight Luo Fu respectively, each with a time limit of half a stick of incense."
"When the time comes, stop immediately and replace with the next person."
Lu Chen sneered: "Next, are you going to say that you set the rules, so you have to be the first to appear."
Wan Wuhen crossed his shoulders and said, "No, I will be the last one to appear."
Lu Chen was startled: "Oh? Are you so kind?"
Ku Chanzi's reaction was completely different from Lu Chen's. Ku Chanzi frowned and said coldly: "Master Wan Don, I look down on people!"
"Are you so sure that Donor Lu and I are not Luo Fu's opponents?"
Lu Chen finally realized what he was doing and slammed the table: "Wan Wuhen, you are going too far!"
Kuchanzi said: "The poor monk is not the first to take action."
Lu Chen became even more furious and pointed at Ku Chanzi: "You!? You really think that I will lose to Luo Fu, and you will definitely have a chance to fight him?"
"Okay, I, Lu Chen, will be the first to fight!"
"When I kill Luo Fu, you two don't regret it!"
After saying this, Lu Chen kicked over the stone bench and walked out of the field.
At this moment, Lu Chen was filled with anger.
On the one hand, there is hatred towards Luo Fu.
On the one hand, it is to prove to Wan Wuhen and Ku Chanzi that they will regret making such a decision.
Wan Wuhen smiled nonchalantly, immediately removed the table and chairs, took out a stick of incense, cut it in the middle, and lit the remaining half.
"Timing begins."
Lu Chen gritted his teeth, his face was stern, and he stared at Luo Fu with a pair of eyes full of hatred: "Little beast, the matter is over, there is no need to say more."
"Come and fight!"
After saying that, Lu Chen, who had exposed all his trump cards, directly showed the blood moon form without any unnecessary words.
In an instant, bright red light like blood burst out from Lu Chen's body.
This man's demeanor changed drastically, and he looked completely different from before.
Lu Chen smiled solemnly: "Little beast, I let you escape last time at the gate of the tower."
"This time, I will make your blood splatter on the spot!"
"Come and die!"
Suddenly, Lu Chen's right arm, which was naturally hanging down, suddenly changed into a straight position, without any lifting process.
Immediately afterwards, a massive amount of blood-moon red light converged toward his right hand from the eight extraordinary meridians in Lu Chen's body, like a rushing river.
The next moment, at the tip of his index finger, the violent red light of the blood moon converged into a dazzling ball of light.
boom!
A straight, powerful red beam penetrated the void and shot towards Luo Fu!
