Senior sister, don't be stubborn, you are already invincible.

"Senior Lu, do you have any way to help us break the formation?" The old man in gray robe hurried forward and asked eagerly.

"Breaking the formation? Haha!"

A contemptuous smile appeared on Lu Qingyang's lips.

"No need to break the formation, it's just some residual power, just block it."

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other in dismay.

"But this is an attack from a powerful person who has transformed into a god. Who can withstand it?" someone asked worriedly.

Others also looked worried.

"What about Transformation God?"

Lu Qingyang smiled with disdain, "No matter what, it's just a aftermath. I've even killed a god-forming monk, so why should I be afraid of the aftermath of a mere god-forming battle?"

After hearing this, everyone swallowed in unison, feeling their throats dry.

Have you ever killed a powerful person who transformed into a god?

They looked at Lu Qingyang in shock.

This news is so shocking that it’s almost unbelievable!

Yuanying kills the transformed god, which is as ridiculous as someone telling you that a baby can lift a huge cauldron and tear apart a grown man with his bare hands.

However, Lu Qingyang's expression was not fake at all.

Everyone couldn't help but believe it, and their eyes widened.

"Senior Lu, since you have such strength, can you save my life? I am willing to dedicate half of my spiritual stones to senior." Someone gritted his teeth and said.

Everyone responded one after another and rushed to offer gifts to Lu Qingyang, hoping to get asylum.

Spirit stones are a resource for monks to practice. They are small in quantity and precious, and they are consumables.

He glanced at everyone indifferently and waved his hands casually, extremely arrogantly.

"Okay, I will withstand this wave of attacks for you. After you survive, you must show enough sincerity."

Everyone nodded and thanked with tears of gratitude.

Lu Qingyang looked at the giant palm falling from the sky, his eyes flickered slightly, as if he was looking at it, and he seemed to see the ethereal figure on the distant sky through the void.

boom--

The giant palm fell, and Zuofu was instantly razed to the ground, filled with dust and smoke.

Within a hundred feet of the surrounding area, all buildings and trees were destroyed and turned into charred ruins.

And the remaining power of that violent energy is still vast, sweeping over like a tsunami, vast and majestic, earth-shattering.

The violent explosion sound penetrated the eardrums, and the violent wind blew on Lu Qingyang's robe.

He narrowed his eyes, raised his head and stared at the huge palm print slowly spreading out.

"I'm not afraid even if the transformed god comes in person, what can a small residual power do to me?"

A faint sneer echoed in all directions.

He raised his hand to sacrifice his natal magic weapon - the Xuanhuang Exquisite Bell.

In an instant, the black and yellow exquisite clock radiated with great radiance, rising in the wind, blooming with dazzling light, like a majestic mountain standing in front of everyone, crashing towards the oncoming power.

Boom!

A dull loud noise suddenly rang out, and an invisible ripple spread out from the center of the two.

The frenzied energy raged in all directions, destroying all the surrounding buildings and turning them into a mess of ruins.

"Hiss! What is this?!"

"What a strong aura! This magic weapon may reach the earthly level!"

"The earth-level magic weapon is extremely valuable!"

"No wonder Senior Lu is able to transcend the ranks and kill transformed gods. It turns out that he has such a magic weapon at his side."

Many warriors looked at the black and yellow exquisite bell with envy.

Lu Qingyang listened to everyone's discussion, and a proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was obviously very useful.

However, when he saw the cracks on the black and yellow exquisite clock, his eyelids couldn't help but beat a few times, and his face darkened.

The next second, a dazzling white light suddenly burst out from the black and yellow exquisite clock.

A muffled sound.

Turned into thousands of fragments!

hiss!

Seeing this scene, everyone gasped, and each one was so scared that they lost their souls.

Such an earth-level magic weapon can't stop the fighting power of a transformed god?

It actually... broke? !

This loss is too heavy.

You must know that magic weapons of this level can be encountered without asking for them, and every piece taken out is a rare treasure.

Even the Dongxu monks who are above the gods will fight for it!

But now, it is completely broken.

Lu Qingyang, a monk in the late stage of Yuanying, possesses an earth-level magic weapon and has the ability to arm-wrestle with the transformed gods.

Now, the magic weapon was destroyed by an aftershock, how could this not be shocking!

Is this residual power... really something that a cultivator can use?

Everyone was stunned and couldn't calm down for a long time.

The magic weapon of his life was destroyed, and Lu Qingyang himself suffered backlash.

A mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs sprayed out. His face was extremely pale and his body was crumbling.

"Senior Lu!"

The crowd exclaimed.

Lu Qingyang waved his hand to stop everyone's concerned words, his eyes were extremely gloomy.

"Damn it! I didn't expect this residual power to be so ferocious. It seems I underestimated it."

Lu Qingyang secretly hated it.

He originally thought that he could easily compete with it on his own.

But the result was great suffering.

Now, he can no longer use the spiritual power in his dantian, and only the power of his physical body remains.

And the residual power is still spreading here. If you don't get out quickly, your life will be hard to save!

Lu Qingyang frowned, his eyes full of fear.

"It's over. Even Senior Lu can't stop the attack, and we are even more helpless."

"You can't escape even if you have wings..." someone murmured tremblingly.

Everyone was extremely desperate, as if they had seen the end of themselves and others.

I'm afraid that after tomorrow, Vientiane City will be destroyed, and the news that no one will survive will spread throughout the Southern Territory like a hurricane, shocking all the forces.

Some timid monks have closed their eyes, quietly preparing to endure the coming of death.

However, three minutes passed.

The pain did not come, and everything around him remained peaceful and peaceful.

"How is this going?"

Everyone was surprised and doubtful, and opened their eyes to look around.

"what?"

Someone noticed something was wrong.

"What's going on? Where is the terrifying residual power?"

"It seemed to disappear all of a sudden?"

"So...the crisis has been resolved?"

Everyone looked at each other with astonishment.

Just now, they were still worried about the life and death of themselves and others.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Yu Wei disappeared inexplicably.

The silver light dissipated and night fell again.

Just now, it was a scene of earth shattering, but now it has returned to normal, as if it was just an illusion.

But the scene of the emergency elimination of the residual power is deeply engraved in everyone's memory and cannot be forgotten.

It's really incredible that this residual power can be freely retracted and released.

Everyone's lives were saved, but another doubt couldn't help but arise in my mind.

Who is this fellow Taoist who is fighting here?

It's really an immortal's method, it's breathtaking.

……

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There are at least tens of thousands of people in Vientiane City.

The cause and effect of destroying a city is too great, and there is no guarantee that there are no powerful monks behind it.

Tang Shi didn't want to be either hunted or on the way to be hunted down in the future.

She urgently took back her remaining power.

"If you can't move it freely, you're still not a master."