If you can't be a son-in-law, you have to be sanctified

Chapter 373 It's so easy to raise a sword to kill Fuxian?

Taiweiyuan, among the twelve emperor stars, is the head of supernatural powers. Throughout the ages, there are only eight out of ten who follow this star.

In the land of wind and rain, the torrential rain hits, and the wind howls.

A tower in the sky looms over it, as if it wants to suppress the lingering dead energy within.

This haunted place of ghosts and ghosts has indeed played a huge role.

The ubiquitous death energy was contaminated with the vitality of ordinary monks, and also contaminated with the immortal energy of immortals.

It's just that immortal qi is different from vitality. Immortal qi is pure and free of impurities, and now the impact of being contaminated by death qi is far greater than that of vitality.

But nonetheless.

When the immortals practiced the immortal art, performed the immortal profound arts, and inexplicably added a looming pavilion in the sky, it still brought great pressure to these human practitioners.

Li Jingang led 80 people in the world.

He was naked to the waist, his body was golden yellow, and his body was full of vitality, hot and fierce.

And most of the other reckless practitioners stand at the peak of the rivers and lakes.

Those who came brazenly to help Lu Jing fight against the immortals were all first-class warriors in the world.

As for those with weak cultivation bases, Lu Jing had already sent people to persuade them to return. Even though this was a fatal disaster, Lu Jing was still unwilling to use them as cannon fodder.

Li Jingang is very well-known as a lay disciple of the Jokhang Temple. Lay King Kong is just like his name. He is like a long-haired King Kong with angry eyes.

The same is true for the rest of the world.

Someone holds a big knife, splits the wind and rain, and also splits the fairy art, seeing death as home.

There are also people with bare hands, fists like dragons, and smashing immortals with wide open and closed fists.

There are also people whose long clothes are flying in the air, folded and fanned, and supernatural powers appear, freezing the earth and freezing the immortals who come and go.

When thousands of practitioners were fighting, there was a roar in the Valley of the Dead.

Especially when these practitioners are all first-class powerhouses, then this scene is enough to shock the world.

Even though there are pieces of wind and rain dividing them, they still can't stop this terrifying momentum!
However, after this frightening momentum, some strong people shed blood, and some people died.

Heavenly King Weiguang of Pingping Township is different from her mighty title of Heavenly King. King Weiguang looks quite petite, and his face is as immature as a [-]-year-old girl.

She came to Taixuanjing to help Lu Jing not only because it was the order of General Butian, but also because she also read that poem.

When she read that until spring comes and September [-]th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom.

I just feel so excited.

A man with such poetic talent and unrivaled talent should not die in the hands of those immortals.

He Zhongdao called the wind and rain, and saved thousands of people from fire and water, but he shouldn't be exchanged for a cold corpse.

It was with this in mind that King Weiguang met Lu Jing all the way into Xuandu, and then came to the Valley of the Dead, wanting to pour his blood into it.

As a result, a Fuxian fell into the wind and rain for some reason, a total of sixty immortals.

These immortal spirits are majestic and lingering with immortal energy.

The Fuxian held the whisk in his hand, and the whisk was cleaning the room as if to sweep away all the filth in the Valley of the Dead.

And she... seems to be a dirty place too.

"These mortals are also interesting. Judging from their reactions, they should know the danger coming here. It's really wishful thinking that more than two thousand mortals still want to hold half of the West Tower in the sky."

In front of the Immortal of the House, there are several high mountains, which are misty and full of birds.

When those flying birds spread their wings, they flew over this wind and rain.

Everything seemed to become hazy.

In this twilight, some of the sixty immortals burned runes, some controlled flying swords, or they used thunder and fire as an opportunity to transform into huge dharma figures.

In a blink of an eye, more than [-] people died in the wind and rain here.

Heavenly King Weiguang gritted her teeth, her blood flowed to the extreme, and she also had a big sword in her hand.

This big sword is about seven feet long, and it is the same as the body of King Weiguang.

She held the sword in both hands, and the sword energy cut through the torrential rain of fairy arts and clouds, but she also saw the bones of seven or eight mortal powerhouses.

She also vaguely heard the muttering in the mouth of that Fuchen mansion fairy.

But in an instant, these whispers turned into sharp thorns and pierced into her mind, making her unstable.

The Fuxian holding the whisk in his hand disappeared in place, and a high platform fell from the sky. The Fuxian stood on the high platform at some point, and suppressed it with the immortal energy of the high platform, intending to smash King Weiguang to pieces.

"There are only 11 people left here, and you are the strongest."

The middle-aged Immortal's thoughts fell straight down: "At this moment, I'm afraid that you, like these mortals who are dying, have already regretted it. Ordinary people are like this, and they don't know how to repent until they are about to die."

The middle-aged Fuxian seemed to be ridiculing, but in fact, every word he said was a deterrent technique of Dao Yuanshen, wanting to subdue others without fighting.

King Weiguang's long hair was already scattered, blood was spitting out of his mouth, and his face was covered with blood.

"More than two thousand mortals are too overwhelmed, thinking that the death energy of the Land of Hundred Ghosts can save Lu Jing, who has a hand in the authority of heaven and earth?"

Immortal Fuchen's ethereal voice fell into the ears of King Weiguang.

Holding a big sword in his hand, King Weiguang ran swiftly through the clouds and mist, as if she had turned into a blood-colored radiance, following the trail of Immortal Fuchen.

Occasionally, one or two immortals can be seen, and when she cuts down with her great sword, she turns into a mist again.

Heavenly King Weiguang knew that it was this fairy's curling sonic mystic art that made her feel like a mirage.

"You're the only one left!"

The voices of those people came again.

Heavenly King Weiguang stopped and looked up, only to see corpses of mortals scattered on the ground in the misty clouds.

They are covered in blood, their vitality and blood are scattered, and there is not much fear on their faces, but there is a great terror between life and death.

"You're about to die. When you turn into a remnant, I'll give you a chance to go find Lu Jing's remnant and ask him carefully..."

"Why should I ask?"

Heavenly King Weiguang of Pingping Township spoke for the first time today, and her slender voice interrupted the ethereal voices coming from all directions.

"You bastards in the sky, do you think that the high-flyers who stopped you in the Valley of the Dead don't know that they will die here?"

King Weiguang dragged the big sword obliquely, and she stepped forward into the clouds and mist.

"The world is vast, full of cunning and selfish villains, and full of murderous monsters.

But there are people in the world who are passionate, and some who know how to repay their kindness! "

"Those who came here to fight against the West Tower in the Sky know Lu Jing's merits and virtues. Lu Jing's call for wind and rain is not for himself, but for the withered river road, for the thousands of people living in it, and for the bones of those who died in vain.

Lu Jing is so talented that he can risk his life to save the people and repair the world.

Can't we people come here to die and save his life? "

King Weiguang stretched his brows and spoke eloquently.

boom……

bang bang...

The middle-aged Fuxian who was holding the whisk in his hand had an opening, and the originally hidden immortal energy jumped for an instant.

King Weiguang's pale face suddenly moved.

In the blink of an eye, the energy and blood of the dragon like a dragon suddenly became ethereal, the energy and blood turned into sword light and whizzed towards him, three feet of energy and blood and sword energy slashed horizontally, and the terrifying martial arts and profound arts circulated, I don't know what kind of energy is contained in it.

call!
A sword slashed down.

Standing in the void, he cut off the shadows in the clouds and mists, and cut out a ravine tens of feet long.

Rumble!
The smoke and dust filled the air, and the torrential rain became more urgent.

King Weiguang looked carefully while dragging his sword upside down with both hands.

However, there was another fairy energy condensed in the cloud and mist, which gradually turned into a figure.

"I wanted to play tricks on you."

The middle-aged Fuxian sighed: "You want to send one to die and save Lu Jing with your humble lives.

You have indeed lured away many immortals with your own lives, but... Lu Jing will still die, maybe he is already dead. "

The middle-aged Fuxian stepped out of the clouds and mist, the dust in his hand was stained with blood, and he held a head upside down in his left hand.

I don't know what kind of fairy art he used on that head, its eyes widened, its mouth opened wide, blood flowed out from its seven orifices, and the blood sacrifice fell on the shadow of King Weiguang all the way.

Heavenly King Weiguang suddenly felt something, but he only felt that his body was restrained by a huge force, unable to move any more.

Dozens of immortals gradually appeared.

This place of wind and rain also opens the door, leading to the next place filled with clouds and mist.

There, there was a monstrous sound of fighting.

Heavenly King Wei Guang turned his head to look, only to see three hundred warriors riding tigers were forced to the foot of a mountain by two palace immortals and eighty immortals, and the Tianjiao Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai of Yuxing Island were also among them.

The three hundred warriors riding tigers resisted stubbornly, and it seemed that there was no loss of personnel, but their battle formation had already developed flaws. Once the battle formation dispersed, it only took two or three breaths. , will be dead.

When the two wind and rain are connected, dozens of immortals in the wind and rain here stepped through the gate and headed towards the three hundred warriors riding tigers.

And the middle-aged Fuxian who was holding a whisk probably felt that the wind and rain had no meaning so far.

He casually threw the mortal head in his hand, and threw it in front of King Weiguang.

King Weiguang gritted his teeth.

Ever since she set foot in Taixuanjing, she knew that this was a tough battle, much more dangerous than the battle she fought in Pingping Township.

Now that he has come, Heavenly King Weiguang has already made preparations for his death, just like the many catastrophes that Pingping Township faced before.

But... just a moment after the war started, she was about to die here, which still made her a little depressed.

"I wonder if Lu Jing is still alive?

"So many people died trying to save him, if he died early, it would be a pity to us..."

Roar!
A dragon chant sound suddenly came.

The middle-aged Fuxian seems to have noticed that the strong wind in the wind and rain is getting stronger and stronger.

He subconsciously wanted to wave the whisk and perform the magic tricks.

A black shadow flashed away.

"Taiwei, Jiuqing."

A divine thought made waves in the cloud.

The middle-aged Fuxian only felt that in the wind and rain here, the vitality was condensed unprecedentedly, and it turned into the Nine Dao Dharma in the blink of an eye.

Bathed in the starlight, these Dharma figures are all ten feet tall, looking down from their probing eyes.

When the eyes fell on him, a great terror suddenly exploded in his soul.

But seeing the nine dharma images, one of the dharma images pointed his hand, and the emperor opened a crack, and magma spewed out of it, turning into a cage to trap his body.

There was a Faxiang whose head turned into a poisonous snake, and he opened his mouth to swallow him.

There was also a black mist billowing from Faxiang's body, and his immortal energy was also contaminated like the dead spirit of a hundred ghosts...

The nine dharmas are completely different, each with its own supernatural powers.

The celestial beings who were heading towards the three hundred tiger-riding warriors seemed to be aware of it, and quickly regulated it.

The Fuxian with his whisk in hand is also running his magic to fight against the nine dharma signs.

King Weiguang was a little puzzled.

Just at this time, a sword-like sun rose slowly.

Chi!
The sword qi slashed across, and the Fuxian who had never been killed by the mighty sword of King Weiguang...

But it was cut in half in the blink of an eye, and golden blood spilled down, staining the dust on the ground.

King Weiguang was a little at a loss.

Even Nan Heyu and Luo Mingyue, who were struggling to support in another stormy environment, were the same.

"who is it?"

Such doubts arose in their hearts.

Then they saw a black dragon coming from the void, above the black dragon, Lu Jing came with a sword and flew into the Zhongxian.

behind him.

General Feng came after him with glaring eyes, as if he wanted to eat Lu Jing alive.

"It's so easy, you can raise your sword and kill the Fuxian?"

King Weiguang became more and more at a loss.

(End of this chapter)