In front of his eyes, Murong Yan's face was completely white, making Luo Fu feel dizzy.
The two points of bright red are quite coincidental.
Luo Fu coughed dryly in his throat and said, "Thank you, Taoist Murong, for your kindness."
"But I won't die."
"Neither can you."
After saying this, Luo Fu turned around, faced the enemies, and strode away.
Murong Yan closed her clothes with some disappointment.
opposite.
Lu Nan took the lead and shouted coldly: "Luo Fu! Don't say I didn't give you a chance!"
"Hand over Murong Yan and let us enjoy it!"
"And if you kneel down, kowtow, and cut off your own meridians, you can save a dog's life!"
"If not, there will be consequences at your own risk!"
Luo Fu had no expression on his face, raised his eyes slightly, and said calmly: "Stop barking."
"Shameless!" Lu Nan narrowed his eyes: "What are you waiting for? Take action!"
The next moment.
Led by Lu Nan, all the Xuanqing Taoist monks collectively performed the Daoqing Demonic Art.
A stream of pure energy rose from the tops of everyone's heads and quickly transformed into magic power!
Na Lu Nan shouted: "Dao Qing Yi Qi - Ten Thousand Demons Unite Sect!"
The waves of demonic energy gathered into billowing black clouds on the top of the dome of the temple.
There was something huge at the bottom of the black cloud, slowly sinking and breaking out of the cloud.
That, however, is a strange "devil's head".
The demon head has a hideous face like a ghost, a pair of scarlet eyes, and a red light flashing inside the eyeballs.
And on the "broken neck" of the demon head, there are tiny tentacles growing.
The tentacles are like poisonous snakes, waving their teeth and claws, as if they have independent life.
The old man of Xianhun stared at the demon head in surprise and said: "I didn't expect that the descendant of my Xuanqing Taoist sect could actually practice such a demonic skill that reaches the sky!"
"Haha, not bad, very good!"
The terrifying demonic power exuded by the demon head is indeed extremely powerful!
The combined magic power of one hundred and fifty people was more than one level stronger than the combined magic power of one hundred people that Luo Fu had seen.
Even Xiao Gu, the most powerful on Luo Fu's side, could not match him.
But at this time, Luo Fu was still calm and calm, seemingly unaware of his situation.
He raised his eyes slightly, looked at the demon head in the sky, and nodded slightly: "Yes, it is indeed very strong."
"But unfortunately, you can't get what you want."
Lu Nan laughed wildly: "How dare you speak harshly when you are about to die!"
"I want to see what other methods you have!"
Luo Fu nodded: "Well, I'll show it to you."
Say it.
Luo Fu pointed to the sky with his right hand.
A divine light shot out from between the eyebrows.
That divine light turned into an ancient book in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, the book rotated in a circle and suddenly transformed into an independent palace!
When the old man Xianhun saw this thing, he suddenly felt frightened.
Frowning, he said in a deep voice: "This... what level of magic weapon is this?"
The words have not yet finished.
The independent palace suddenly landed!
Luo Fu faced Lu Nan and others, smiled lightly, took a step back, and retreated into the palace gate.
at the same time.
A suction force came from the palace, sucking Murong Yan into it.
People are gone.
At this moment, everyone in Lu Nan was slightly startled.
Lu Nan frowned: "What does this mean?"
"No matter what, let's bomb the palace together!"
"Blow him out!"
Say it.
The demon head in the sky, with a pair of scarlet eyes, suddenly shot out two violent beams of light!
Boom!
The terrifying magic beam exploded on the surface of the palace.
but it is……
In perfect condition!
All the monks' pupils shrank!
Only the immortal soul old man saw the clues.
He discovered that the magic beam shot by the demon head could not even touch the strange palace.
But when he was only a few feet away from the palace, he was blocked by an invisible force.
The combined magic power of one hundred and fifty people is actually not even qualified to touch the palace!
The old man looked solemn.
Lu Nan said angrily: "What the hell is that thing? It can't be blasted away?"
"If he doesn't come out, let's go in!"
"Wait a minute!" the old man Xianhun shouted hurriedly: "Don't come in!"
"This book is a magic weapon that will give this old man a frightening feeling. Don't enter it, otherwise you will never come back!"
Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, obviously I don’t believe it.
Being used as a trap, the Taihuang Prisoner Divine Scroll did not exude any attraction under Luo Fu's control.
Lu Nan said suspiciously: "Ancestor, are you sure?"
While speaking, Lu Nan gave up the idea of rushing into the palace, and instead, cautiously approached the palace step by step.
After walking a few steps, his face turned pale and he was sweating profusely.
"What...what does this feel like?"
"Why, the closer you get to it, the more you feel like your soul is about to fall into the endless abyss?"
Lu Nan was horrified and quickly retreated.
Fortunately, the old man Xianhun had warned him, otherwise if he had rushed over all at once, he would have realized something was wrong midway and it would have been too late.
Thinking of this, Lu Nan's spine trembled, and waves of fear surged into his heart.
For a while.
Everyone had no idea.
A monk said angrily: "Damn it, senior brother Lu Nan, are you just watching Luo Fu hiding inside?"
Lu Nan frowned and said angrily: "Continue to attack!"
Boom!
The demon leader once again launched an intensive attack on the palace.
But no matter how fierce the attack was, the palace remained unmoved!
The Xuanqing Taoist monk almost went crazy with anger.
The immortal soul old man said thoughtfully, "It doesn't matter, he will come out eventually."
"Now that I have seen the power of this magic weapon, don't make the same mistake next time."
"You guys, keep practicing."
"When your cultivation far exceeds his, you will have the ability to kill him before he releases this magic weapon!"
"Next time, don't try to capture him alive, just kill him!"
Although everyone was unwilling, they could only accept their fate in anger.
Half an hour later.
Under the helpless and furious gaze of everyone, Luo Fu and Murong Yan walked out of the palace in a swagger.
Na Lu Nan gritted his teeth angrily, and his arms were trembling.
The old man Xianhun snorted coldly, then looked at Lu Nan: "Continue to practice."
"At the end of all twelve days, he will be vomited out of the temple."
"There are many opportunities to kill him."
Everyone in Lu Nan cupped their fists and said, "Yes, ancestor."
After saying this, one hundred and fifty people glared at Luo Fu and sat down cross-legged to continue absorbing spiritual energy.
This side.
Murong Yan looked at Lu Nan and the others' cultivation with envy, watching as their cultivation level increased day by day.
On his side, he can only be greedy.
"Alas." Murong Yan sighed.
She knew in her heart that she could hide for a while, but not forever.
If you can't practice, you can only watch the other party getting stronger and stronger, and your own hope of survival will become increasingly slim.
Luo Fu smiled and didn't say much.
He moved to the wordless stone tablet and observed it carefully.
The old man Xianhun put his hands behind his hands and looked at Luo Fu with a half-smile.
Luo Fu looked sideways and said calmly: "I said you will regret it."
The old man of Xianhun said: "Oh?"
"Little beast, don't just talk, you will make me regret it."
Luo Fu nodded: "I'll help you."
Say it.
Luo Fu focused again on the wordless stone tablet.
One breath.
Two breaths.
After three breaths.
Luo Fu exhaled slowly, then his eyes narrowed.
A pair of palms, quickly forming seals.
The moment the handprints were formed, he suddenly stretched out his palm and pointed towards the wordless stone tablet in the air!
"now!"
boom!
The entire temple shook violently.
"What's wrong!?" One hundred and fifty monks opened their eyes in panic.
The immortal soul old man also had a stern look on his face and looked around in disbelief.
Shocked to see.
In the void of the temple, there were layers of light curtains revealed.
Those light curtains, layer after layer, were forcibly bombarded and cracked by some kind of force!
The old man in Xianhuan looked horrified and said: "How is this possible!?"
"This Lingtian Temple was created by the True God, and the restrictions on its wordless stone tablet are also restrictions on god-level formations!"
"How can he, a mortal monk, break this formation!?"
The scene that happened in front of him was far beyond the cognition of the old man Xianhun.
This stone tablet prohibits him, as the guardian, to exist helplessly!
Witnessed by everyone in shock and horror.
In the void, new layers of light curtains are constantly appearing.
And the appearance of each light curtain is accompanied by the explosion of the previous light curtain!
The terrifying god-level formations and the sound of explosions made all the monks at the scene frightened and deafened!
One hundred restrictions were broken!
Two hundred!
Three hundred ways!
five hundred!
Seven hundred!
Nine hundred!
finally!
Nine hundred and ninety-nine restrictions, all exploded!
These nine hundred and ninety-nine restrictions, combined into a god-level formation, are declared to have fallen!
At the same time, there was no word on the stone tablet.
There were actually densely packed words emerging.
Murong Yan on the side was overjoyed and rushed to the stone tablet to observe the exercises and formulas.
"Hiss..." The old man Xianhun took a breath of cold air.
Staring at Luo Fu in disbelief, he asked in shock: "You, who are you?"
Luo Fu said calmly: "You will regret it."
The old man narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Haha, do you think that by breaking the restrictions on the stone tablet, you can practice the "Lingtian Wuji Holy Technique"?"
"You little beast, you are so naive."
"Eh!?" Murong Yan, who was in front of the stone tablet, suddenly said in surprise: "Why, why can't I recognize any of these words?"
The "writing" on the stone tablet is very strange.
To be precise, it can't even be called words.
Text should be formed by independent symbols.
However, the so-called "writing" on the stone tablet is a mess of lines.
It looks like random curves that together form a big ball of thread.
Murong Yan was shocked: "This, this kind of thing is not even a word, how can it be a formula?"
The immortal soul old man looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahahaha, you smart little beast!"
"Only by holding the Lingtian Jade Slips in hand can these messy lines be deciphered into words in the mind!"
"Little beast, you are making me regret it. I can't wait any longer!"
Luo Fu glanced at the old man lightly and said, "Haha, isn't it the ancient divine language?"
"What, you!?" The old man's laughter stopped suddenly and he looked at Luo Fu in surprise: "How did you..."
Murong Yan hurriedly asked: "Brother Luo Fu, what is the ancient divine language?"
Luo Fu stared at the stone tablet and said slowly: "The ancient divine language is a kind of ideological text."
"The lines themselves do not carry specific meaning."
"Human facial expressions can convey information. Similarly, the ancient divine language has a similar principle."
The old man Xianhun was shocked.
Of course he knew that what was written on the stone tablet was the ancient divine language.
But the ancient divine language cannot be understood by ordinary true gods, let alone an immortal soul like him! ?
It is unimaginable that a mortal monk actually understands this.
Luo Fu said to Murong Yan: "Don't worry, I will practice this skill and I will give you the spiritual power I captured."
Say it.
Luo Fu took his time and sat down on the spot.
A pair of hands, palms facing up, between the knees.
Starry eyes slowly closed.
Murong Yan opened her mouth wide in surprise, her beautiful eyes widening.
In the face of crisis, he remained calm and methodical, suturing meridians, hiding magic weapons, cracking stone tablets, and understanding the ancient divine language!
Luo Fu is calm and calm when faced with any difficulties.
His image, in Murong Yan's heart, was simply sublimated to that of an omnipotent god.
At this moment, Murong Yan's beautiful eyes were twinkling with little stars, and her face was full of extreme admiration for Luo Fu.
"Brother Luo Fu, I'm wet..."
"Really, touch it."
