Jiayou's Fun

Lu Jun and Lu Yi were stunned, looking at the small windmill that erupted with terrifying power in Lu Yi's hand.

It was a kind of throbbing that words cannot describe.

Before their eyes, they seemed to see, in a dry Gobi desert, a dying and almost completely dead seed suddenly sprouted endless vitality.

It took root, sprouted, and then quickly sprouted. From a small seed, it suddenly grew into a towering tree that covered the sky and the sun.

Tens of thousands of palm-sized wind knives are like exquisite handicrafts carved from blue crystal.

Lu Jun and Lu Yi, who were so close, could even clearly see the delicate and smooth wind patterns on the wind knives, filled with the infinite and mysterious charm of nature.

These wind patterns are flowing and rotating.

Every moment, these wind patterns become completely different from the last moment.

This is a kind of interpretation of ‘Tao’.

This is the concrete manifestation of the ‘law’ of ‘wind’.

‘The wind is impermanent’, so the appearance of these wind patterns is changing all the time.

Tens of thousands of wind knives turned into a mighty river of wind and slapped Li Qianzhong on the face and body.

I don’t know how much Li Qianzhong has cultivated.

Being able to serve as an outer deacon walking outside the War Demon Palace, Li Qianzhong's cultivation level is at least not weaker than that of Lu Jun and Lu Yi. He is at least a master of the Fiery Realm, and is at least a master of a higher realm than Lu Qian.

But Li Qianzhong, without any resistance, was passed by the wind dragon.

His entire body was transformed into the tiniest particles in an instant, and as the long river of wind sword swept towards the dozen or so War Demon Palace disciples behind him, whose faces changed horribly and who screamed hoarsely.

Lu Qian's palms holding the windmill trembled violently. The small toy-like windmill, one foot long, actually exploded with such force that he could not control it.

Lu Qian groaned, and passed his other hand forward, holding the small windmill tightly.

Huge shocks came from the small windmill in waves, and Lu Qian's body shook violently. With his strength, he almost made the small windmill fly out of his hands several times.

In the Tanzhong acupoint, the Guixu Immortal Yuan continued to melt, turning into majestic energy and injecting it into the small windmill, causing the small windmill to burst out with stronger light and spray out more wind knives.

The green wind river flew by, and more than a dozen War Demon Palace disciples were swept in by the wind river without any reaction.

With just one roll, more than a dozen disciples of the War Demon Palace with strong cultivation levels turned into dust.

The wind river swayed, and as Lu Qian pressed down with his hands, the wind river roared down the hillside. The moment the wind river came into contact with the earth, a muffled sound was heard, and the top of the hill shook violently. The top of the mountain exploded into ashes all over the sky, and was swept away by the wind without a trace.

Then Fenghe meandered forward, passing through more than ten miles of mountain forest in an instant.

Wherever the wind knife passed, the flowers, plants and trees were reduced to ashes, countless bird's nests and animal dens were shattered, the earth shook violently, and a serpentine ditch that was a hundred feet wide and ten feet deep was torn open.

Lu Qian struggled to support the small windmill that exploded. The windmill rotated rapidly, and the wind river made a terrible roar. He rushed all the way into the barracks of the quelling army, turning everything in his path into ashes.

Seeing that Feng He was about to insert himself into the mob's array from behind, Lu Qian gritted his teeth, roared, held the windmill tightly with both hands, and pulled it up fiercely.

In the Tanzhong acupoint, all the Guixu Immortal Energy was consumed in an instant, and the spiritual light in his mind suddenly dimmed, with more than 90% of it consumed in an instant.

The energy in his body was almost squeezed out by the windmill. Lu Qian only felt that his meridians and acupuncture points were all empty. His whole body was like a hollowed-out wooden fish. As long as he hit it with a stick, he could make a "bang bang" sound. Empty sound.

It was because of his pulling out that the whole wind river seemed to sense Lu Qian's thoughts. The wind river swayed rapidly from side to side, like a flying dragon rushing high into the sky. In an instant, it crossed over the array of mobs and plunged headlong into the river. The military formation behind Wang Pu.

The roar of the wind was endless, and Wang Pu was about to die. His left arm was wiped by the wind knives dancing in the wind river, and his entire left arm exploded into a ball of blood mist up to his shoulder.

Wang Pu screamed strangely and threw himself on the ground regardless of his dignity.

Feng He swept past the military formation behind Wang Pu and plunged into the camp of the vanguard army outside Anping Pass.

Countless tents, fences, horses, and archery towers were shattered into pieces, and clouds of blood mist continued to explode in the wind river.

Fenghe let out a terrifying roar, passed through the forward army camp in an instant, and hit the ten-foot-high wall of Anpingguan.

'boom'!

All the power in Lu Qian's body was exhausted, and the windmill suddenly stopped rotating.

Fenghe lost his follow-up power, and the entire wind dragon seemed to be stimulated. In an instant, it exploded violently on the city wall of Anpingguan, and countless wind knives hit the north and south sides along the city wall.

The Anping Guan East Wall, which was ten miles long and ten feet high, was instantly shortened by three feet with a terrible tearing sound. Numerous deep cracks also appeared on the remaining wall. The entire east wall was completely destroyed. It became a 'dangerous building'.

On the ground, a deep trench with a width of 100 feet winds from the hill where Lu Qian stood to the gate of Anpingguan City.

Wherever they passed, large areas of camps disappeared without a trace, and countless tent equipment was blown away from the camps on both sides.

Wang Pu, who had lost an arm, lay on the ground, staring dumbly at the camp after the wind river was raging, and screamed in a confused voice: "What is this? What is this? Ah? Ah? God is angry? God is punishing? What the hell is this?"

A group of disciples from the War Demon Palace were also stunned by this sudden attack.

The morale of the outer guardian disciples of the Great Vajra Temple soared. They roared and waved their weapons, causing the disciples of the War Demon Hall to retreat. In an instant, more than a dozen disciples of the War Demon Hall vomited blood and fell to the ground. Beheaded.

The morale of the rioters soared.

A village elder carrying the altar shouted loudly: "The Red Lotus Goddess has appeared!"

Countless rioters shouted slogans of "Red lotus appears, enjoy peace", and they rushed towards Anpingguan more and more crazily and beat them.

Wang Pu was helped up by several confidant generals and fled towards Anping Pass in embarrassment.

The morale of the anti-rebellion army and the vanguard army was completely wiped out by Lu Qian's wind and river. Countless soldiers dropped their weapons and screamed "defeated, defeated" and fled in embarrassment towards Anping Pass and the mountainous areas on the north and south sides. .

The rebels pursued them closely and more and more defeated the quelling army.

Lu Qian held the windmill tightly and sat down on the ground, his body trembling violently. At this moment, he was really hollowed out, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his hands.

This small windmill is indeed an ancient secret treasure, and its power is a hundred times more powerful than Yinyin's Buddhist secret treasure.

But is this consumption...

Lu Qian looked at Lu Yi tremblingly: "Loupian, hurry, hurry!"

Lu Yi hurriedly took out the lotus root slices and stuffed several slices into Lu Qian's mouth. The lotus root slices turned into fiery and fragrant juice and entered his belly. It quickly turned into a trace of essence and blood and flowed throughout the body. Lu Qian's face turned pale and then he recovered. A hint of humanity.

"Brother Qi, this treasure is really destined for you." Lu Jun helped Lu Qi up and said in surprise: "Including Uncle Shi Evil and the others, no one can make this windmill produce such great magical powers."

"Well, with you as our trump card, we must make a big splash this time!"

Lu Jun and Lu Yi were overjoyed and slapped Lu Yi on the shoulders, almost causing the weak man to vomit blood.

"Just a few more lotus root slices." Lu Qian coughed dryly: "This is going to kill me. I won't dare to do this again in the future. Just now, I almost died of starvation. This..."

A dozen disciples of the Vajra Temple wearing heavy armor sprang out of the forest.

Fenghe just rushed out of this mountain, and the disciples of Vajra Temple could see it clearly.

Lu Jun greeted them, and a disciple of the Vajra Temple handed over a huge medicine bag. Lu Jun hung the medicine bag on his waist without ceremony, and then Lu Yi carried Lu Qian on his back. Brother The two of them ran forward, one behind the other, in the direction of Chujun.

Behind the three people, the shouts of killing shook the sky.

Although the number of rebels who raided was large, the number of quelling rebels was even greater. This fight was a worthy one.

The three of them returned to Chu County, and Lu Jun gave the medicine bag to Lu Qian. In the huge medicine bag, there were a hundred thousand solid red lotus pills the size of sesame seeds.

Although it does not have the same miraculous effect as the Red Lotus Dane Dan, it is a pill made from Fiery Red Lotus Seeds after all. These 100,000 red lotus solid pills contain the medicinal power of hundreds of Fiery Red Lotus Seeds. After taking it, Naturally, it can greatly replenish vitality and restore Lu Qian's deficit.

Lu Qian became even more fond of the Great Vajra Temple.

One hundred thousand pills can be given out so easily, and Lu Qian saw with his own eyes how effective it was after taking the red lotus solid pills.

So easily, one hundred thousand pills with strategic value were given to Lu Qian to restore his vitality.

Although there is a reason why Lu Qian activated the small windmill to release the terrifying hurricane that killed people, the harmony and unity among the disciples of Vajra Temple can also be seen.

"Well, in my impression, Buddhist disciples are the kind of force where old people come out when they get older, and when they get older, immortal old antiques pop up, and there is endless retribution for grievances."

"Being an enemy of Buddhism is naturally an extremely annoying trait."

"But if I am also a disciple of Buddhism, I really like this characteristic of protecting one's shortcomings."

In the small courtyard designated for Lu Qian's use in Chujun City, Lu Qian swallowed a large handful of red lotus solid pills and felt the pills turn into strands of essence filling his body, and he couldn't help but laugh in a low voice.

In the small courtyard, the five uncles each stood in their respective positions and were absorbing the clues of heaven and earth.

In the yard, the five colors became more and more dense.

The Guixu bottle was suspended next to Lu Qian, and the five colors were absorbed by the bottle one by one. Suddenly there was a crisp sound and a 'ding' sound, and a drop of Xuanyuan Divine Water had condensed.

"Um?"

Lu Qian was surprised. He counted the time it took for the last drop of Xuanyuan Divine Water to be condensed with his fingers, and found that this drop of Xuanyuan Divine Water should have been condensed for another six hours.

"I intervened in this fight."

"Is this how I benefit?"

Lu Qian thought seriously for a while, nodded, took out a drop of Xuanyuan Divine Water, mixed it with a handful of Red Lotus Solid Pills and drank it.