The devil has brought his family's Heavenly Tribulation down again

The dark mist billowed, and after two or three breaths, the ten-mile rift that had been torn open was filled up again.

Lu Yang turned his head and looked back, and saw that the shadowy residential area had long since disappeared, and the sky and the ground seemed to be shrouded in filthy and cold black air.

An enemy who is good at looting and disguising flees, while another or several quiet and concealed enemies are watching; besides, the barrier is broken, ghosts are floating, and the dead spirit of the graveyard is gradually drifting along the mist. Spread; those whispers and curses from the netherworld are one after another in the wind, as if around Lu Yang, there are hungry wolves with malicious intentions everywhere, waiting to tear him to pieces.

"Heh, this scene... so familiar!"

Lu Yang suddenly smiled fearlessly, raised his brows slightly, and talked casually like a thousand treasures, once again proving his terrifying "broad knowledge":

"Six million years ago, there was a ghost cultivator who challenged the majesty of Emperor Ling, and held a huge "Tongyou Festival" in the vast wilderness outside the imperial capital. In one day and one night, that person killed 600 civilians, Hundreds of cultivators also killed three great powers of heavenly monarchs. It is said that the situation at that time was full of ghosts and fog, and the wind was everywhere. The most terrifying place was the tomb that had been tampered with in advance—corresponding Get up, it's almost here."

"Six—a million years?"

Ning Jiujiu panicked: "Why do you always know some old-fashioned things?"

"Because history is the best mirror, which can help me recognize myself and my enemies. Using history as a mirror, we can see the future."

Lu Yang flicked out one small magic trick after another, most of them were the simplest magic tricks such as lighting, explosion, meditation, and dust removal, which didn't consume much magic power, so he had a great time throwing them.

And those small black arts played a more obvious role than the large tracking black arts.Everything emphasizes mutual generation and mutual restraint. When these "righteous" magic tricks are thrown into the ghost mist, it is like a soldering iron thrown into ice water.

"Three from the left and seven from the right, five in the front and two in the back, they are all a group of low-level thieves." Lu Yang's eyes are so vicious, even Ning Nineteen, the heavenly king who practiced virtual reality and Taoism, is inferior to him in this kind of subtlety. , "It seems that the cowardly grandson who ran away is the one with the highest cultivation."

"This is not right." Ning Nineteen looked back at Long Wan who was still in a coma, and said in a deep voice, "Seizing the demon king, plotting against Fairy Long, and setting up a ten-mile formation, this kind of 'great feat' that ordinary people can boast about for a lifetime ——Can a group of thieves do it?"

"Then there's a big one."

Lu Yang and Ning Nineteen reached a consensus.At the moment, the two of them got closer together, ignoring the little thief lurking around howling, and concentrated on waiting for the real big fish to surface.

The two of them prepared for the battle. Ning Jiu had learned to be neither arrogant nor impetuous. He was not as flustered and underestimated the enemy as before, but he still didn't want to fight this battle well.

Gritting his teeth for a while, he rubbed Lu Yang's arm and said softly:

"Why are you wading in this muddy water? Let's teleport back directly."

"Hey, you still think about this? Give up."

"Why?!"

"You ask me why—really, don't tell me you didn't notice the anomaly here—"

"There are anomalies everywhere!"

Lu Yang felt that his master Tianjun was going to lose his temper, and he was not ready to ridicule this person's ignorance, so he shook his head and said:

"The sky is full of ghost fog, and it can be seen from a hundred miles away. But now, let alone our neighbors and friends who have not come to take a look, even the Dragon Pagoda, which controls the sky and the earth, has not come to show its face and show off the majesty of the Spirit Emperor. It's all for others, lack of cultivation, or lack of courage, it is understandable to stop in front of the ten miles of ghost fog; but who is afraid of the Dragon Pagoda? The heavenly monarchs are walking all over the place. It's just a blink of an eye."

"what do you mean?"

"Hmm. I think - the area around the cemetery should be sealed off, making it impossible to teleport, or even enter and exit."

"Just kidding! Who can lock Tianjun's supernatural power?"

"In theory, a saint is enough."

Ning Nineteen was dumbfounded, and after thinking for a long time, he finally understood the meaning of the word "sage".

Refining essence to transform qi, refining qi to concentrate mind, refining spirit to return emptiness, refining emptiness to join the Tao, and, joining the Tao to become holy!

Ordinary practitioners, real people, masters, and heavenly kings, the next title is: saints.

This is the level of cultivation set by the first generation of Lingdi, but since he himself, for millions of years, no cultivator has ever been able to set foot in that highest-level field.Over time, people used to divide their cultivation levels by "four levels of cultivation", subconsciously ignoring the last level.

But in theory, the saint can indeed suppress the heavenly king.Not to mention three or five heavenly kings and demon kings, if someone is truly united and becomes a saint, he may be able to cut off the laws of heaven and earth, shatter the void, become a Buddha in the flesh, use spells to connect the gods, and the Dao realm is equal to the sky... what is it? Can't he do it?

but--

"Damn it, I bet the way of heaven that there is absolutely no saint in the real world!"

Ning Nineteen was roaring angrily.The reason why he can be so leisurely, calm and calm is not because he thinks that he is a majestic king, and there are few opponents in the world.But before there was an inexplicable nightmare, and here came another saint who wanted to defy the sky, but how could he protect Lu Yang well, and how could he be in front of Lu Yang——

Playing handsome?

"Hey, hello!"

"what?"

Lu Yang looked at him with a look of despair: "Master, in the past seven years, I have also taught you many precautions in fighting and tricks against enemies, right? What is the first point?"

"Uh..." Ning Nineteen blushed a little.He was distracted just now, and was spotted by Lu Yang, who was very embarrassed, "It's 'concentrate on one thing, with no other distractions; confidantes first, enemies later'."

"That's right, but it's not enough just to remember." Lu Yang said, his eyes re-cast into the thick and deep mist, and he flicked out another little flashing magic spell, hitting one accurately. Enemies that hide only on the side.After the man on the opposite side flew back with a groan, he said word by word, "Listen, there is only one thing to do in a fight, and that is to catch the enemy, defeat the enemy, and exploit the enemy. It doesn't matter if he is a great saint, or Even a little monster can't make you think differently."

"..."

Ning Nineteen remained silent.His cultivation base is much higher than the current little demon Lu Yang, but compared to No. 1 in the real world, compared to the old devil Lu who ruled the world, he still has to obey the lesson obediently.

"Focus on yourself, be vigilant!" Lu Yang reprimanded again, and then he put his head on Ning Jiu's neck, and whispered to him, "I've been looking for so long, but I still can't find him. The leader of the company. However, I reckon it's about—"

"Let's go!"

His quick and soft voice quickly dissipated into the air.Ning Nineteen stretched his back, fully opened his consciousness, held a terrifying thunderbolt in his hand, and just waited for Lu Yang to give the signal to strike before he hit the unpredictable enemy over there.

He also knew one thing in his heart——

No matter how muddy the water is, or how troublesome things are going to be, since they got stuck in it, they can't leave in a hurry.Either, they find their way back here, and simply wipe out their opponents, leaving the people in Longta speechless; or, they muddy the water a little more, so that no one will get a good result!

The first goal seemed a bit difficult, so Ning Jiu turned all his attention to the second goal.

saint?

He sneered in his heart.

Lu Yang had told him many years ago that if a saint really appeared in the real world, it would most likely be Ning Shijiu, his man in heaven.But in the end, Ning Nineteen took a very short time to be promoted to Tianjun, and then spent a full seven years without any improvement in cultivation.

The so-called practice, the so-called advancement, how can it be so easy!

He squinted at Lu Yang.The sum of all the setbacks that this proud son of heaven encountered in his practice in his previous life is probably not as many as he has encountered in the past seven years.Although he is a monster, he seems to be more suitable to be a cultivator - Lu Yang has been practicing witchcraft for seven years, but he has been wandering at the most basic level, and he can't penetrate a little bit like practicing magic, and he can advance thousands of miles every day.

So, who else can easily cross the peak and become a saint within seven years?

Seven years ago, at that time, Ning Nineteen hadn't cut off contact with Tiandao Zhengtong, and he was able to know the information of cultivators everywhere in the real world in real time.At least at that time, none of the entire real world, the three realms of life and death, and all 21 heavenly monarchs showed signs of breaking through the realm.

saint?

Shit!

At this moment, Lu Yang flickered and flew to Long Wan's side.While stretching out his hand and pulling out Long Wan's huge epee, he gave a low voice:

"Go!"

"understand!"

Ning Nineteen's thunderstorm, stretched to the limit, slammed down heavily, and the splashing electric light was like a shattered sun, illuminating the huge cemetery brightly, with every detail visible.This thunder is upright and pure, and its power is condensed. It can be said to ward off all evils and capture and kill all ghosts. It is the first-class headache of evil sects.

Lu Yang was flickered by the white light at a close distance, narrowed his eyes slightly, but tried not to close them completely, fixedly staring at the piece of ground that Jie Lei had dropped.

There, the soil was rolled up, the dead wood was broken, and countless spider web-like cracks extended in all directions from the scorched black pit in the middle.And in the very center, which is the place Lu Yang pointed out to Ning Jiu, there was a black paper talisman floating quietly.

How miserable the surroundings are, howling the wind, screaming ghostly voices, the mist and flashes fighting against each other, turning the world upside down, and it looks like the end of the world; only that place is spotless, the wind and smoke stop, and it is as quiet and peaceful as another world.

Ning Jiu was floating in the air, dazed at the "enemy" he had smashed out.

Paper talisman?The thing that the lowest cultivator likes...

not bad?What kind of protective cover is wrapped around it...

Quiet?It doesn't look like it has any attack power...

Lu Yang, who was protecting Long Wan, shrank his pupils suddenly at that moment:

"Da Ning!"