Lingtian Holy Land, Lingtian Temple.
A layer of light barrier blocked the temple gate.
A total of 20,000 monks from all forces were crowded outside the temple.
On the right side of the temple gate, there is a black stone tablet.
On the stone tablet, there is a line of white words written:
"Lingtian Temple, a holy land for cultivation, requires one hundred jade rings to enter."
Amidst the commotion.
The barrier light curtain outside the temple door suddenly produced ripples.
All of a sudden.
More than 20,000 monks waiting outside the temple looked at the gate with longing eyes.
But see you.
There were a total of two hundred monks, dressed in Haoran Confucian attire, walking out of the temple with happy expressions.
The faces of these two hundred Haoran Confucian disciples were filled with excitement when they appeared.
"Hahahaha, this Lingtian Holy Land is indeed a good place!"
"Senior Sister Lu, we have lived up to expectations and have collectively advanced to the second level of God Refining!"
After saying this, the two hundred people glanced triumphantly at the waiting group of twenty thousand people.
Of the 20,000 monks waiting outside the gate, only half had completed their training and reached the second level of God Refining.
The other half of the 10,000 people have not yet obtained the qualifications to enter and are still in the first level of refining the gods.
Such a ratio made the two hundred disciples who had just finished practicing feel even more proud.
These two hundred people are the latest monks to come here.
Because they are disciples of the Confucian sect, they can get special privileges and jump in line directly!
The monks from all other forces could only bow their heads and submit, even though they had been waiting for a long time.
At this time, a noble and cool woman with a fairy-like appearance walked over to greet the two hundred people.
This woman is also wearing a long dress from the Confucian school of Haoran, but her cultivation level is terrifying. She is the highest in the third level of refining the gods!
As soon as this woman appeared, all the monks on the scene lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at her beautiful face.
The two hundred monks who had just walked out of the temple hurriedly corrected their attitude, clasped their fists and said respectfully: "Senior Sister Lu Zifeng!"
The fairy woman, Lu Zifeng nodded, Qiong snorted and said calmly: "All the Haoran Confucian disciples present have completed their cultivation."
"Take out the 20,000 secret realm jade rings and let fellow Taoists from other forces go in and practice."
Among the two hundred monks, the leader of the two hundred monks, the bald Scar, shouted with a roaring smile: "Senior Sister Lu Zifeng, that bitch, aren't you willing to submit?"
As he spoke, the bald man looked greedily at a stone pillar behind Lu Zifeng.
Right behind Lu Zifeng, there was a thick stone pillar that penetrated deep into the ground!
On top of the stone pillar, a woman covered in blood was tied up.
This woman was at the first level of the God Refining, and her whole body was cut to pieces with knives and swords.
Her long, wavy hair, which was originally charming, was now dyed with hot blood and stuck tightly to her scalp.
The person who was tied up was none other than Nanhai Zundian, Murong Yan!
She was once so glorious, but now she has ended up in such a miserable state.
Lu Zifeng narrowed her beautiful eyes and turned around. A pair of cold eyes rested on the dying Murong Yan's face.
She said coldly: "Murong Yan, if it weren't for that beast Luo Fu, how could my cousin Lu Chen have died tragically!"
"Haha, on the same condition, call Luo Fu a bastard in front of everyone, and I, Lu Zifeng, will give you a happy death!"
"If you refuse to scold me, I will make you, like your fellow disciples, unable to live or die!"
On top of the stone pillar.
Murong Yan, who was bound by chains, raised her head with difficulty. Her red lips, which had been cracked in many places, moved slightly and made a breathy sound.
"What?" Lu Zifeng didn't hear clearly and took three steps forward.
When she was close enough to Murong Yan.
Murong Yan suddenly raised her head!
spit!
A mouthful of bloody spit flew towards Lu Zifeng's pretty face.
Lu Zifeng's expression changed, and he transformed into another person. He instantly moved two feet away and dodged away.
A sullen frown appeared on a face as beautiful as a fairy.
Murong Yan's sneak attack failed, but her whole body trembled and she laughed: "It's a pity, it's a pity."
A cold look flashed across Lu Zifeng's face: "If you don't eat the toast, you will have to drink wine as a penalty!"
"Wu Meng! Take off your pants and put your thing in her mouth!"
"Not only do I want the Luofu woman to die, I also want her to suffer humiliation!"
The bald and scarred man did not expect to receive such an honor and was overjoyed!
Murong Yan's beauty and beauty are unparalleled among the thirty-three god-level forces.
Now, to be able to do such a blasphemous act to such a beautiful woman in public made Wu Meng's whole body excited, and his big nostrils were trembling.
"Thank you, Senior Sister Lu, for the reward!"
"Haha, I'm afraid her mouth is too small to accommodate my big dick!"
Wu Meng took off his pants and walked towards Murong Yan in a hurry, but after taking a few steps, he hurriedly stopped: "Hey? What if this bitch bites me?"
Murong Yan raised her eyebrows and said provocatively: "Come and try it and see if I can bite you."
As he spoke, his sexy tongue stroked a row of silver teeth.
Wu Meng felt that he had lost face, but he really didn't dare to try it, and his big face turned red from suppressing it.
The scene suddenly burst into laughter.
Lu Zifeng hated that iron could not become steel, and scolded: "You are a big man, and there is nothing you can do about it!"
"If you pull out all her teeth, why would she bite you?"
Wu Meng beamed: "Thank you, Senior Sister Lu, for reminding me!"
This person took off his pants in three swipes, and with a grin, he put his palms towards Murong Yan's mouth.
Murong Yan, who was fearless, had a bitter smile on her face at this moment.
He smiled bitterly: "Brother Luo Fu, it doesn't matter if I die because of you."
"But sister, I haven't taken away your body yet. It would be a shame to die."
Talking to myself, I just said this.
A pair of thick big fingers had already been inserted into Murong Yan's mouth.
A critical moment!
Boom!
A deafening thunder suddenly exploded over the temple!
That blast of thunder seemed to be caused by boundless anger, and the explosion of its sound actually made the more than 20,000 monks present feel their ears stinging and make them dizzy!
All the monks on the ground collectively changed their expressions and looked up at the sky.
However, I haven't had time to see clearly who is coming.
Then in everyone's sight, a sky-high sword with a length of 1,200 feet appeared!
The sword's radiance reaches the sky and the earth, and within the sword body, there is a terrifying divine power that makes everyone feel terrified.
And above the sword light, there is the Nine Heavens Slaying God Sword Formation composed of three divine master swords!
Before anyone could react.
The sky-high sword light has already come down!
The vast giant sword fell from the sky, the blade forcefully pushed away the air, and plunged into the ground with overwhelming force!
boom!
The sword shines into the ground!
A ring of violent sword power exploded in a ring shape.
The closest one, a thousand monks, were directly thrown away by the power of the sword. Hundreds of small wounds were opened all over their bodies by the power of the sword in an instant!
puff!
Thousands of monks, while flying, burst into clouds of blood mist!
However, Wu Meng, who is about to attack Murong Yan, will bear the brunt of the attack!
He was exactly at the landing point of Qingtian Sword Light.
Before Wu Meng could even let out a scream, his body was pierced by the huge sword light and he was annihilated on the spot!
"Haoran Immortal Shield!"
When all the monks retreated in shock like a wave, Lu Zifeng scolded them with a cold face.
The strong power of Confucianism immediately turned into an oval light shield, protecting her and bearing the shock wave of the sword's power for her.
The group of enemies quickly stabilized their bodies and looked at the sword light stuck on the ground.
At this glance, everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave!
“Hiss…could it be that the 1,200-foot-long sword light is…a great power in refining the void?”
Even the God-Refining Dzogchen cultivator can only release a sword light of 1,100 feet!
This great secret realm has only been open for a few days. When did a great master of the Void Refining Realm be born?
This idea made all the monks present feel terrified.
Even a large number of monks were already trying to escape.
Seeing that people's hearts were unstable, Lu Zifeng shouted sternly: "Don't be fooled, the power of this sword light is far from reaching the Void Refining Realm!"
"Otherwise, with one strike of the sword, none of our 20,000 monks will be spared!"
After saying this, Lu Zifeng raised his head for the second time and stared at the sky angrily: "Who is pretending to be a ghost?"
The cultivators calmed down and raised their heads.
But at this glance, their expressions changed again.
In that high sky, there was a thousand-foot-long ancestral dragon, covering the sky and the sun, soaring with wings spread out!
On top of the giant dragon's head, there was a person standing with his hands behind his back, his face as cold as ice.
Murong Yan looked up to the sky and suddenly laughed wildly: "My brother Luo Fu is here to save me."
"You all! Have to! Die!"
In the sky.
Luo Fu is so silent.
A pair of starry eyes have narrowed into thin lines.
Murong Yan's tragic situation made him feel uncontrollable anger rising in his heart.
Even anger made his voice hoarse.
"Xiao Gu, as far as the eye can see, there is grass! No! Life!"
Roar!
The sky-shaking dragon roar, carried by the strong wind, crashed to the ground!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The dragon's mouth opens, the ancient dragon beast of ten thousand demons, the ancestor dragon breath, three consecutive shots!
Three heaven-destroying dragon breath fireballs bloomed into magnificent flame flowers among the dense crowd.
In an instant!
Three to four hundred monks were blown to pieces on the spot!
The gap is too big!
Xiao Gu, who is at the second level of the fourth level, has surpassed the limit and has reached the astonishing seventh level of virtual refining!
And in the entire scene, Lu Zifeng, who was at the third level of God Refining, had just jumped to the sixth level of Void Refining.
Unless someone holds an immortal or divine weapon, Xiao Gu has no fear of any powerful enemy.
Luo Fu had a cold face, stretched out his index finger with his right hand, hooked and raised the fingertip.
Clang!
A sword of 1,200 feet rises from the ground!
The Divine Sword flew into the air, and immediately struck the crowd with another large vertical slash.
boom!
The autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves!
With one strike of the sword, hundreds of first-level god-refining monks were blown to pieces by the power of the sword.
There are even thirty second-level god-refining monks. Don't be blown away, vomiting blood at the mouth, and being seriously injured.
Immediately.
Three more dragon breaths fell from the sky!
The sky-high sword light also struck down twice!
Luo Fu had a cold face. Now, he just wants to kill people without mercy!
Lu Zifeng hurriedly dodged the dragon's breath.
She could feel the terrifying power of the dragon's breath, and she would never dare to let the dragon's breath stain even a corner of her clothes.
"The blood demon reaches the sky - controls life and death!"
"Luo Fu, I want to avenge my cousin Lu Chen and crush you to ashes!"
Following Lu Zifeng's scolding, a massive amount of demonic energy surged out.
A pair of giant 400-foot blood demon hands soared into the sky and grabbed Luo Fu's sky-high sword light!
Those pair of devilish hands were desperately trying to dig at the sword body, and even black veins protruded from the back of their hands!
But there was not even a crack in the terrifying sword light.
And the sword light that was slashing down was also held by the bloody hand, unable to stop.
When Lu Zifeng saw this, her face was horrified: "How could that happen!?"
"I'm at the third level of god refining, and I can even use magic skills, but I can't even crush the sword light of the eighth level palace god!?"
"This beast's cultivation has improved tremendously!"
When Lu Zifeng saw that he could not win Luo Fu, he turned his beautiful eyes and shouted to the other monks: "Don't mess around!"
"There are 20,000 of us, and we are afraid that he is just one person and one beast!?"
"Listen to the order, collectively perform magic skills, gather fire and Luo Fu!"
"As soon as he dies, that terrifying monster will be out of his control!"
The more than 19,000 enemy monks who are qualified to enter the Great Secret Realm are naturally those who have experienced hundreds of battles.
They quickly calmed down from their panic.
The next moment.
Nearly 20,000 weapons were raised high at the same time, pointing at Luo Fu.
That scene was so majestic!
