Xiuxian is like this

Nothing is nothing, with a clear conscience, nothing to say.

Jiang Suxin refused to comment, he had already explained the reasoning, Zuo Ziyue refused to listen, he would first be courteous and then fight, the next step is to ask Zuo Ziyue to sit down and listen to his reasoning honestly.

Jiang Suxin opened the page of the book, and scanned a line with her finger, pointing to the magic weapon of Cangyin's unique knowledge and cooperating with life to cultivate together, changing the world to change life, and attracting the vision of heaven and earth.

Rumbling and rolling, the originally illusory Zhaoqin Imperial City came to life for a moment.

As the dust billowed, row after row of buildings collapsed one after another, the earth was covered with cracks in the abyss, the imperial city towered high, and the golden dragon soared into the sky, manifesting the body of a mighty dragon descending from the sky.

With the addition of good luck, Jiang Suxin was full of vigor and momentum, breaking through the limits of the world in an instant, enough to aspire to the immortal position.

"It is said that Wang Zhi is not on the throne, so this scene...is appropriate." Chang Wenyuan shook her head with a wry smile, her eyes were shining green, and the secret method of consuming one's own vitality could be regarded as dispelling the power of Dian Cang Yin in her body.

"Golden Luck Dragon, even you..."

Jiang Li was dumbfounded, but suddenly came to his senses the next moment, and said firmly: "This place is not the imperial city of the capital, and the luck golden dragon is only a part of it. Jiang Suxin recruited half of the golden dragons with the secret method of the common people, and he will definitely suffer its backlash!"

Having said that, Jiang Li inevitably had doubts in his heart. Jiang Suxin didn't have a jade seal or a dragon robe, and he was not the Lord of Zhao Qin, so how could he mobilize the golden dragon of luck?

Just relying on him to turn the tide and extend his life for Zhao Qin for a thousand years, will the Golden Dragon of Fortune treat him differently?

Not to mention, there is indeed such a possibility.

On the other side, Jiang Suxin revealed the answer, holding the golden thread between two fingers, and a belt wrapped around the Golden Dragon of Fortune. In the absence of the Jade Seal of Chuan Guo, he forcibly mobilized the Golden Dragon of Fortune for his own use.

Here, in addition to the strength of the magic weapon, there is indeed a bit of luck and favor from the golden dragon.

The people of Zhaoqin firmly believed in King Yan, and the golden dragon of luck felt the will of the common people. Although they were dissatisfied with Jiang Suxin's violent awakening of the long sleep, they still reluctantly cooperated.

Only this time, not the next time.

With the golden light on his body, Jiang Suxin holds the Taoist book in his hands, and the aura of thousands of dragons hangs down. It is not an exaggeration to say that his powerful posture is a fairy in the world.

Zuo Ziyue was under a lot of pressure, alone bearing Jiang Su's heart pouring out the will of the immortal, raised his hand tremblingly, and slapped it on the forehead.

The purple light soared into the sky, overwhelming the sky and surging violently, and waves of terrifying waves swept away in all directions.

The surviving buildings in the capital continued to shatter, and even the towering square city walls collapsed instantly like bubbles under strong pressure, with rumbling sounds one after another.

The coercion is pervasive, and there seems to be an invisible force field. When it appears, it will open up a world, rewrite the law and establish another rule.

However, the most frightening thing is still the vast and tyrannical will, which is so heavy that Zuo Ziyue himself can hardly bear it.

Jiang Li and Chang Wenyuan couldn't stop shaking their arms, tried their best to straighten their backs, and suppressed the urge to worship.

The two looked intently, and after the purple light subsided, they saw a large bronze cauldron with eight sides.

On the eight sides, there are the sun, the moon, the stars, mountains, rivers, vegetation, and all the scenes of the world. If it is to guide the common people, this tripod is more suitable.

"Human Wang Ding!"

Jiang Suxin's eyes burst open, and she noticed that the luck golden dragon seemed to be silent, and wrapped the golden thread in her hand, absorbing all the golden light into her body.

His face turned pale, he bowed his head and coughed continuously, took out a square scarf from his arms, wiped away the red blood, and exclaimed: "There is a saying in ancient books that the Great Xia occupies the dragon veins of Kunlun, and a country is the entire human race. From ancient times to the present, only Emperor Xia can be called the king of the people." , and the rest are not supreme, seeing the king's tripod today, I am truly lucky."

"King Yan, you are an outstanding person in the world. If you let go of Zhao Qin, Emperor Ji is willing to sweep the couch to welcome you, and promise you a great summer." Zuo Ziyue vomited blood again and again, forcefully supporting the pressure of the driver Wang Ding.

Even though he is a monk in the Mahayana period, his mana is not much less than Xin Wang and Liu Shen, but the human king tripod has an extraordinary origin, and it only exists in the legendary treasure. If it wasn't for Emperor Ji's intention, it would be difficult for him to move even if he was exhausted. Not to mention the sacrifice of the enemy.

"When did Daxia have an aspect?" Jiang Suxin dismissed it.

"Not at all. Emperor Ji made it clear that it's another matter to be King Yan." Zuo Zi couldn't bear it any longer.

"It's ridiculous, I only have Zhao Qin in my heart, and I don't serve two masters in this body!"

Jiang Suxin stabilized the luck of the golden dragon in her body, her eyes were shining golden, she tapped Taoist scriptures with her hands, and the power of the common people gathered her fingertips: "Besides, Daxia has long since passed away, how much power can this great cauldron have?"

"Insanity."

Zuo Zi swallowed a mouthful of blood with great effort, raised his hands and slapped Wang Ding hard.

The sky and the earth roared, and the small world where the imperial capital of the capital was located collapsed instantly, and the ruins disappeared in the blink of an eye. An unimaginably vast force rushed out of the small world, ravaging the chessboard of heaven and earth, submerging and swallowing every chessboard.

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"Pity."

Lu Bei curled his lips, raised his five fingers, and shot out the eagle claws, and said grimly: "That blow just now should have torn you in two, it's your luck, you won't be so lucky next time."

Buried Nanshan collapsed again, last time it was destroyed by Quhe and Mengyuan, this time, it was destroyed by Qiu Yuan and zombie grave guards.

It has little to do with Lu Bei, he only provided some motivation.

In the ruins at the foot of the mountain, Qiu Yuan was deeply buried deep in the falling rocks. He was determined to find his place and prove himself in front of King Yan, but he lost even faster than last time.

The big demon was too weak to use, and his mana vision was a chicken and a dog. He was full of old punches by the lord of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and was kicked and seriously injured in the end.

Right now, the primordial spirit is silent, and there is no possibility of fighting.

As for the secret method of cultivator Qin Tianjian's full blood resurrection, at this moment, because King Yan was fighting the three strong men, he couldn't spare his hands and feet for a while, and it didn't work as usual.

Lu Bei didn't kill Qiu Yuan. He couldn't find a reason to earn more experience. He had no grudges in the past and no grudges in the present, and he only needed one defeat experience.

It was also due to Qiu Yuan's fate that he faced Lu Bei twice, and there were no onlookers around.

The unlucky Yan Wuchen and Jin Tong were crazily outputting to the crowd when they appeared on the stage, bullying the weak without mercy. Lu Bei found a reason, asked himself if he had a good conscience, and easily won the killing experience.

On the other side, the zombie gravekeeper who was stabbed by Lu Bei in the same way described it as miserable, his right arm was broken at the root, and the hot golden blood fell to the ground into a scorching river, igniting a fire that could not be extinguished by ordinary rain. sea ​​of ​​flames.

As a zombie, or a very high-level zombie, while the physical defense is amazing, it has the disadvantage of being difficult to heal itself.

All talents are rough-skinned and thick-skinned, because they are not needed, and self-healing is not added at all.

The good news is that, with quick eyesight and quick hands, he snatched away the broken stump, swallowed it and hid it in his stomach, just waiting to escape from this place and find a quiet corner to pick it up.

Here comes the question, how to escape?

The zombie tomb guard looked dignified, feeling sorry for every drop of golden blood, and kept drinking it in his mouth. While producing and selling himself, he saw Yan Xiaoshuang standing in the distance from the corner of his eye.

If this battle is to be reversed, this woman is the key!

It was very clear that Lu Bei's strength suddenly increased because of being touched by Yan Xiaoshuang a few times.

He didn't want to be touched a few times, thinking that the Mahayana woman's skin would be white and tender, and if she devoured her blood, she might be able to follow the memory in the blood and find the way to break Lu Bei's burst of strength.

Lu Bei stepped sideways, blocking the view of the tomb guards: "Your Excellency is very skillful, and you are not an unknown person after all. Report your name, and the sharp sword in my hand will not kill unknown ghosts."

The keeper of the tomb did not speak, a dead heart that had been silent for many years was throbbing, and golden blood spurted wildly at the broken arm.

As for himself, bathed in golden flames, his berserk aura was like that of a savage behemoth, completely utterly devoid of reason.

"Hoohoho-"

The void exploded, and the earth, fire, water, and wind rushed wildly.

There was a golden light in Lu Bei's eyes, and he dodged to fight with the one-armed tomb guard. He was covered in golden flames, and his immortal sword body, which had been honed through thousands of years, was making further progress.

The two fought faster and faster, and they missed thousands of moves in an instant.

The explosive force of the tomb guard obviously lacked stamina. In terms of endurance, Lu Bei was stunned. In the first [-] fights, he was able to return his color while being beaten. After the last [-] moves, only being beaten was left. up.

Occasionally turn over and change sides to keep the whole body inflated evenly.

boom! ! !

The black and white swimming fish rotated, and the burning white sword light flashed for a moment, striking the end of the darkness forcefully.

Lu Bei pierced through the air with his fist, and his wrists sank into the tomb guard's chest. His five fingers clasped the powerful heart, and frantically injected the two diametrically opposed forces of the sun and the sun.

The Zombie Gravekeeper has no primordial spirit, his body collapses and he dies, but he can only think of a way to wipe out the zombies and make them die again.

boom!

The beating heart shattered into mud and overflowed from between the fingers. Lu Bei pulled out his arm. The scorching heat and pain were unbearable, and his palm almost melted.

He kicked the tomb guards flying away, frantically flicked his palms, and was about to make another stab, when his heart skipped a beat, he turned around and rushed towards Yan Xiaoshuang.

Palace Master Yan was sitting and watching the dog-eat-dog show, when he was suddenly bumped into his arms by the golden light, almost dying on the spot.

She coughed out a mouthful of fishy sweetness, and in her wide and beautiful eyes, the fire, water and wind of the vast and mighty force chased behind Lu Bei in an instant.

At this moment, I found that the little boy was not so fast.

The torrent submerged the position where the two were located.

After a long time, Lu Bei bared his teeth and jumped around in pain.

Yuhua's Yan Xiaoshuang hid in Lu Bei's bosom, avoiding the predicament of being injured on top of each other, except for the tightness in her chest, there was nothing serious about it.

"What happened, how did the chessboard break?"

While Yan Xiaoshuang was puzzled, she attracted the tearful Lu Bei, brushing her white fingers over the burned flesh, melting away the scars little by little.

"Hiss—"

"It hurts?"

"Ah! Oh woo, um~~~"

"..."

The corners of Yan Xiaoshuang's eyes twitched, resisting the thought of dying together and continuing the treatment.

Compared to treatment, Lu Bei would rather wait for the sword body to heal itself. Anyway, it hurts, so don't waste the experience you have gained.

But this time it was really painful, the strange light was unknowable, and the piercing pain made him really unbearable.

After a long while, Lu Bei recovered from his injuries. He shyly took out a Taoist robe and put it on.

Yan Xiaoshuang turned a blind eye, raised the starlight pattern, frowned and looked towards the end of the darkness: "The big chessboard array was destroyed, but the eyes of the array are still there. How many people are fighting, their strength...unknown?"

"unknown?!"

"It's not the power that the world of cultivating immortals should have."

"..."

Lu Bei choked when he heard the words, it's not the power that the world of cultivating immortals should have, what is that, the ascension channel?

It can't be another extraterrestrial sky...

Wait a minute, is King Yan an extraterrestrial demon?

"You don't want to be here...Forget it, come with me and have a look."

Lu Bei wrapped his hands around his slender waist, and the golden light was vertical and horizontal, and he was plunged into the darkness for a moment.

Chapter 735 The Lost Treasure of the Master Sect Actually Falls Here

boom! ! !

Jiang Suxin and Ren Wang Ding moved quickly in the air, the two lights and shadows were entangled, and the divine light was so powerful that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, only to feel the terrifying energy fluctuations raging back and forth.

Ripples rushed through the void, and after several annihilations of earth, fire, water and wind, a chaotic zone was left behind.

Yan Wang connected his hands together, golden dragon aura surrounded his body, his fists and palms swept across the afterimage, and the Dian Cang seal blasted out, hitting the human Wang Ding directly.

With a loud noise, the light of the purple air was shattered and flew upside down into the distance.

Under the blow, Zuo Zi couldn't bear it anymore, and fell to the ground staggeringly.

Chang Wenyuan hurriedly helped him up, and the latter was bleeding from all seven orifices, and his internal organs were like eggs, not only scattered yellow under the berserk impact, but also shaken evenly.

The most serious injury was in Yuanshen, Chang Wenyuan, a miracle doctor who can rejuvenate, couldn't do anything for a while.

He waved his hand to sprinkle green energy, and wrapped a piece of wicker around Zuo Ziyue's wrist: "Elder Zuo, the human king's cauldron has been consumed a lot. If you continue to fight, your primordial spirit may not be able to hold it."

Zuo Ziyue coughed up blood, and looked at the figure standing in the distance in horror. He knew that King Yan was powerful, and he was recognized as the number one monk in Zhaoqin, but he didn't expect that the other party was so strong that even the human Wang Ding could not be taken down.

And that luck golden dragon.

Emperor Ji, who had no plans to spare, probably didn't expect that King Yan could control Zhaoqin's luck to such an extent.

"Cough cough cough..."

Jiang Suxin clenched his fists and coughed up blood, and felt that the Qi Luck Golden Dragon in his body was a little sluggish, so he hurriedly settled down to check and confirmed that there was nothing serious, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He fixed his eyes on Zuo Ziyue, looked at the direction where Ren Wang Ding disappeared, and stood with his hands behind his back: "The world has long since ceased to belong to Great Xia, and Ren Wang's name is not worthy of its name. I need Elder Zuo to send a message to Emperor Ji, saying that Jiang's name is not worthy of his name. Virtuous without talent, can't sit in Daxia's aspect."

He looked tired and talked and laughed freely, as if the battle just now was insignificant and did not hurt him at all.

At this time, a figure came up with a knife, as fast as lightning, and came to Jiang Suxin in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Li.

The blade fell straight down, reflecting a vast world, encircling Jiang Suxin in a moment.