This is what cultivating immortals is like

The corpse rolled down, and the soul was shattered.

died?

The laughter stopped suddenly, and the demons and monsters looked stiff, as if a big hand was stuck in their throats. The laughter was welling up in their stomachs, but they could not be poured out.

The gangsters were the most loyal, and a group of demons stared fiercely at Lu Bei...the black magic knife in his hand.

The number of physical cultivation paths that Baldhead has taken, and in terms of cultivation level, there are not many people here who can defeat him, but when it comes to close combat, there are only a few people here who dare to defeat him easily.

Being killed so easily, not even the soul could escape...

Out of caution, the demons looked at Lu Bei for a while.

There's nothing wrong with it. In the early stage of the Void Refining Realm, there's nothing special about it. Being able to kill the bald fleshy spirit is all thanks to a precious sword.

Speaking of the Black Demon Knife, Lu Bei was speechless for a while.

In terms of grade, this sword is tied with the Xiongchu artifact Xuanzhu Bow. In terms of legend, it comes from the Demon Xiu Mountain Gate in the Far West. The nine magic swords are collectively called the "Great Demon Nine", which can be called the Nine Swords of the Far West. Mo Buxiu also specially left a letter to explain it. No matter how you look at it, it is a good treasure.

But this is not the case.

There is nothing special about this knife except that it is a bit hard.

The same goes for the Xuanzhu Bow, one of the three majestic and powerful artifacts of Chu. It has average power and mediocre feel, far worse than the Nine Swords.

It's hard to live up to the reputation. Divine weapons are often boasted. Lu Bei can only think so.

"Good knife!"

The old Moxue demon nodded in praise, then changed the subject and said coldly: "Kill him and chop him into pieces."

"Jiejiejiejie————"xN

A group of demons laughed loudly, either manifesting demon bodies or controlling magic weapons. Demonic clouds mixed with demonic energy formed a black mass that covered the sky and the sun, and roared out together.

Lu Bei tapped his toes on the ground and retreated a thousand meters, watching the demons and monsters coming hand in hand from a distance. He shook his arms and the magic knife in his palm trembled like a dragon.

Buzz buzz————

The white light burst out, covering up all the light in the small world for a while.

Thousands of meters away, for the monsters in the field, it can be said to be very close. Just waving away, the white light surged in front of them, and the few strange birds flapping their wings in the front row subconsciously closed their eyes.

One second ago, two lines of blood and tears were shed;

The next second, the white high wall covered the face like a substance, and the body collapsed and disappeared bit by bit as it retreated.

The light fell, silently, and the murderous intent remained unabated.

The demons opened their eyes and stared blankly ahead. There should be many familiar people there, but now, there was nothing.

With one sweep of the sword, most of the demon cultivators' camp evaporated, and none of the demons below the Void Refining Realm were left alive.

Lu Bei's arms trembled slightly, and he held the black magic knife horizontally at his side. His chest rose and fell violently, but his cold face remained expressionless.

He was weak and pretended that he could fight for another 300 rounds!

The demons put Lu Bei's trembling arms under their eyes, and the panic in their hearts disappeared. The rain stopped, the sky cleared, and they felt that they were able to bully the weak and fear the strong.

However, after all, they were talented people in the gang, and none of them wanted to die under Lu Bei's counterattack, so although there were many sneers, no one really stood up.

The old demon of Black Blood had no luster on his face. As the leader, it was impossible for him to end personally. The integration stage was complete, and he was only one step away from entering the tribulation stage. He had no interest in taking action against a young monk in the Void Refining Realm, and looked at him with a cold snort. Scythe:

"Go ahead and kill him."

The long scythe was ordered to go into battle, with its arms raised high, and the boundless darkness suddenly opened up, and the swallowing power was unstoppable.

But in the next second, a hole was torn open in the indestructible dark cloth, and the black magic knife was gleaming with autumn water, coated with a layer of scorching white halo, and struck directly on the head of the scythe with cold and murderous intent.

The moment the blade slipped, the scythe's body split into two, like a clone, but not a clone, and it avoided the fatal blow at the critical moment.

Lu Bei let out a sigh. He didn't know what kind of magic skill the other person had practiced. The split body was the same as the original aura, but it was actually better than his Three Thousand Body.

"Isn't that the Black Blood Dharma?"

"Where did the old demon of Black Blood learn his unique skills from the long scythe? Are they... that kind of relationship?"

"No wonder Chang Scythe is obedient to the Black Blood Old Demon. Their relationship is between master and disciple, leaving us to act..."

The demons were chatting, their voices were a bit loud, which made the old black-blooded demon's face look very dull. He glared at Chang Siyan fiercely. During the integration stage, he was training in the virtual realm, but his opponent forced him to reveal his trump card. His cultivation was like a dog?

Chang Sickle secretly complained. During the integration stage, the Void Realm was supposed to be a crushing situation. But when he faced Lu Bei, he realized that the Void Realm was not as simple as it seemed. The intention of the sword is not like the intention of the sword, and the sword is not like the sword. The whole body is full of weirdness, and it is an extremely hard nut to crack.

Regardless of the gloomy expression on the old demon's face, Zhang Si made a decisive decision and raised his head to the sky with a roar.

Frost swept across, flames swept the ground, black smoke rose into the sky, and demonic clouds rolled in...

The nine demons who arrived in Wuzhou with the scythe were surrounded by them. Including the scythe, there were a total of ten monks. Wu Laoxie, who was at the bottom, also had the early stage cultivation of the Void Refining Realm.

He can still hit ten more!

Looking at the encirclement surrounded by strong soldiers and horses, Chang Si was determined. No matter the level or the number of people, his side would crush the opponent. Ten against one, the advantage was his.

This is sure.

The old demon ink-blood's face was so gloomy that he even called for help when he was training in the Void Realm during the integration stage.

I was wrong. I used to praise Chang Lian for being thoughtful and calm in dealing with things. He was a good apprentice who could pass on the mantle. I didn't realize that he was a coward.

The old demon Mo Xue planned to settle the score in the future. Lu Bei did not intend to give him a chance to teach his apprentice a lesson. He held a long knife and went straight towards Wu Laoxie.

It was not that he attacked the weak first, but after passing through several villages and seeing the miserable situation in the insect nest, he had already put this person on his must-kill list.

White light hit his face, and the murderous evil spirit came with a knife.

Like Chang Si, Wu Laoxie, who faced Lu Bei directly, was worried. Even if his side had the numerical advantage, it could not bring much warmth to his gradually cold heart.

The increasing pressure made it difficult for him to breathe, and his soul couldn't help but let out a cry.

Bang! ! !

The skin bag exploded, and a hundred-meter-long thousand-legged centipede crawled on the clouds, spitting flames from its bloody mouth, and a red bead spun and charged, hitting Lu Bei directly.

On the left and right, there are flying lights waving ice knives and raining arrows, and the miasma of a witch has manifested the body of a great demon. The way forward is blocked, and the only way is to retreat.

Lu Bei did not retreat but advanced, pointing his sword at Wu Laoxie.

Five-color light pillars soared into the sky, Yinglong's shadow roared in the sky, and four mythical beasts guarded the southeast and northwest.

There are four palaces in the center, and violent coercion descends on the small world in an instant, filling thousands of corners, suppressing the ten demons and making them unable to move.

The four spirits of the sky lead to the fall of twenty-eight stars, and the five elements and five elephants walk in five colors of light. In the small world, the divine light is endless, stirring up the mountains and rivers with different colors, releasing boundless power.

As soon as they met, the Thousand-legged Centipede exploded with cracks all over its body. Before the green juice could splash out, it was surrounded by five rays of light. Under the indiscriminate bombardment, its body was shattered into pieces without even a single fragment left.

The same goes for the soul, which was burned away under the rays of light.

"No, this guy is weird, please get back as soon as possible."

In the small world, there are the four spirits of heaven above and the five elements and five phenomena below. On the edges of the cracks, black and white swimming fish can be vaguely seen.

The terrifying scene made the old demon Moxue take a breath. Although he didn't know who Lu Bei was, he also knew that this person practiced a mysterious and unparalleled skill. He could refine the body of the void and cut off the body, so the long scythe might not be his opponent.

The idea was right, but it was too late.

The white training came to an end, the blade swept across, and the bright white light broke through the void in an instant.

Like a volcano that has accumulated for countless years, it erupts in an instant and the white light that melts everything is everywhere.

At this moment, the strongest scythe in the battle formation was in a daze. The sky and the earth were white, and everything they saw and heard was nothingness.

The rest of the people were even more unbearable. The Immortal Sword's killing power was tangible and intangible, and their tyrannical posture made them unable to resist, and they could not even think of resisting. Before the white light roared, the soul was exposed to the sword's intention through vision, and perished before the physical body.

There is no life left, and this space in the small world has been killed with one knife!

"Okay, good sword intention."

The old demon of Black Blood slightly narrowed his sinister eyes, with scarlet hidden in the two gaps. He stared at Lu Bei and said, "You said you are from Wuzhou Xuanyin Division, but I think you are a sword cultivator from Tianjian Sect, right? "

"So what?"

Lu Bei sneered, put away the Black Demon Sword, and replaced it with the elder sword that killed Lexian.

"Junior, keep your eyes open and see clearly. Although the person doing business with me is Qi Yan, he also has the intention of you, the elder of Tianjian Sect, in it. Now go back to receive your punishment. I may have a few nice words for you. Maybe I can save your life."

The old demon of Black Blood spoke angrily. If he were not afraid of the power of the Heavenly Sword Sect to transcend the tribulation period, he would definitely peel off Lu Bei's tendons and imprison his soul to be burned by the scorching sun every day.

Lu Bei was silent after hearing this. When he followed Wu Laoxie and Feimang, he saw that the electric network turned a deaf ear to the monsters, so he guessed that the gathering of monsters here was inseparable from the Tianjian Sect.

but……

It's still a bit of a fluke.

In the past, he had nothing to do with the Tianjian Sect. He pursued the Immortal Sword Intention just to obtain a powerful skill, and had no feelings for the Tianjian Sect, which was destined to perish in the rebellion.

Not good or bad, don't care, just like a passerby.

Later, when I became familiar with Zhan Hongqu and Zhan Lexian, I felt that not all of the Tianjian Sect were rebels. Many of them were pure swordsmen who were loyal to the Abandonment Sutra or the Tianjian Sect's signature brand. It was really unjust to beat them to death with a stick.

After Lian Lin, Wang Yan and other forty-seven conservative sword cultivators showed up, he took on the pseudonym of the leader of the Tianjian Sect. With a tilt of his butt, the idea that the Tianjian Sect's sins would not lead to death became more determined.

But now, Lu Bei had to admit that he was an ordinary person who was prone to emotions. He felt that Tianjian Sect was terrible and there was no way to save it.

"snort!"

Seeing that Lu Bei didn't say a word, the old demon Mo Xue rolled his sleeves angrily: "The overall situation is our top priority. If you don't have the same experience as a junior like you, you can't afford to leave quickly and disturb the plans of the two families."

"It's a bit fanciful to want to be independent while being in the middle of the game." Lu Bei sighed deeply.

"What?"

The old demon Mo Xue frowned, confused and didn't understand what Lu Bei was talking about.

"This sect leader said that you should be killed..."

Lu Bei threw down the elder's sword, waved in the distance, and glanced at the monsters and ghosts: "You..."

Black light broke through the void, and the general sky surrounded Lu Bei with cheers.

"Damn it!"

One more chapter, Happy Children's Day