This is what cultivating immortals is like

The dragon vein is the foundation of a country's destiny.

If the dragon vein dies, the fate of the country will perish.

It was supposed to be Xuanlong's fatal place, but due to the popular sentiment, it blocked the demon tribe's march southward for thousands of years, and the demon kings of all generations were helpless.

Lu Li was very interested in overthrowing Xuanlong, and worked hard to find a way to crack the golden dragon of luck. He found a new way to defeat the dragon with a dragon, and collected ten skulls of Emperor Xuanlong.

Xuanlong killed more than two hands of emperors on the front line, or even more, because the emperor was a part-time job behind the generalissimo and could not leave the front line of fire even if he was slightly injured. The more generalissimo died in the battle, the more emperors died in the battle.

Lu Li pieced together things here and there, and sometimes went out to grab people's heads himself. He barely managed to collect ten emperor beads, and vowed to Liu Di that this treasure could break the Xuanlong Dragon Vein.

This is indeed the truth. The emperor is also a part of the national destiny. The average person in Xuanlong has white hair. The successive emperors of the Zhao family have a high reputation among the people, and they themselves carry a certain amount of luck.

There is nothing wrong with using a dragon to defeat a dragon.

But there was one thing that Lu Li didn't say. The Ten Emperor Wheels, which were made based on the concept of "dragons to conquer dragons", had some flaws and were not a perfect magic weapon.

The ten emperor beads had accumulated over time, and the successors who had inherited the country's destiny had lost a lot of their luck. Lu Li added twenty-six general beads as supplements, for a total of thirty-six Zhao family heads, making up the number of Tiangang.

Before Wufeng City was destroyed, the head of the guard Zhao Fangjin, Zhao Wuyou's father, became part of the Ten Emperor Wheels.

Although Jiang Zhu's surname is Zhao, he is not the emperor, because Xuanlong only has Zhao generals and does not have the national conditions of the Zhao royal family. The generals do not have the noble status of emperors and cannot carry the country's destiny, so the number of thirty-six heavenly gangs can only be As a fill-in, it cannot strengthen the power of the Ten Emperor Wheels.

This is the flaw of the Ten Emperor Wheels.

If there are flaws, there are flaws. In the world of immortality, no one has any flaws. This is true for monks, and it is also true for magic weapons. Lu Li doesn't take it seriously. As long as he can break the Xuanlong Dragon Vein, this flaw is not harmful.

Ten emperor beads were on top, and twenty-six general beads were on the bottom. A hazy shadow appeared, and thirty-six golden stars illuminated the sky, connected with the aura of the lucky golden dragon below Gushan City.

The earth rippled and shattered like water. Amidst Lu Li's wild laughter, the entire Gushan City was shaking violently.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a giant golden dragon that was silent. The Gushan city wall that had stood for thousands of years suddenly collapsed in an instant. A group of monks were so frightened that they fell into the ruins with pale faces.

For a time, there were cries of sorrow and a feeling of despair quickly spread.

Among the crowd, there were also those who cried silently, such as Zhao Wuyou, biting his lips and looking at the thirty-six shadows, among which he saw his father.

Soon, she realized what the Ten Emperor Wheels were.

Not a thing.

Zhao Wuyou could tell that the well-informed demon Tu Yuan was no exception. He narrowed his eyes, murderous intent surged in his eyes, locked his gaze on Lu Li, and muttered something.

"You are a small skill, but you dare to show your embarrassment in front of this king."

Lu Li snorted coldly, and the overwhelming demonic energy spread out, interrupting Tu Yuan's spellcasting. Then he raised his hand, tearing a black crack between heaven and earth, and ordered the four demon generals to lead tens of thousands of demon soldiers to massacre the city.

Breaking Gushan first, and then breaking Wufeng, he wanted to level out Xuanlong's nails in the north one by one.

A group of monsters passed by, a black tide swept across the earth, and black monster clouds filled the sky, but there was no longer a natural moat in Gushan City.

Tu Yuan looked at this scene in despair. Most of the defenders in the city fled in response to the rescue. There were only ten monks left. The golden dragon of luck was silent. No, it should be said that it was controlled by Lu Li. There was no possibility of asking for help from the outside world. She could only rely on herself. , can stop the four demon generals, but cannot stop the demon king.

Gushan City...

Can't hold on any longer.

boom----

Black thunder pierced the sky, shattering the demonic clouds in the sky. The black jade unicorn roared into the sky, and the pillars of air reached the sky and the earth, breaking through the black sky in an instant.

"Iron Qilin..."

"Your Majesty hasn't left?!"

Tu Yuan raised his head in surprise and felt ecstatic when he saw Mo Qilin's shadow disappearing, revealing Zhao Fangce and the two imperial guards, Thirty-one and Thirty-six.

She knew that this man's concurrent job as emperor was unreliable. He did a good job as a generalissimo, and his vision was one-third as good as hers.

"It's Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty is in Gushan City!"

The monks stood up in joy, and the soldiers rekindled their blood and transformed into armor, and the morale of the army was greatly boosted in an instant.

Tu Yuan clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and the five great demon flags rose from the ground. Green, red, white, black, and yellow were connected to the sky. Each side was thousands of feet high. It was painted with chaotic demonic shadows that were invisible and bathed in five-color brilliance. , another city wall was built to block the demon tribe from going south.

Unable to rely on the power of the Luck Golden Dragon, Tu Yuan relied entirely on his own magic power to control the magic weapon. After a while, he was out of breath, and the black hair on his temples was soaked in sweat and stuck to his cheeks.

Normally, it would be fine. The main reason is that I had a hard time worshiping Lu Bei in the past two days, and my body and bones are still weak now, and I have not yet regained the ability of my heyday.

She gritted her teeth, put a palm on Zhao Wuyou's shoulder, extracted 30% of her mana, held the two-life bottle in her hand and muttered, and controlled a demon general again.

Qiu Yin.

Demon thoughts entered his body and he lost his mind. The demon general Qiu Yin was reduced to Tu Yuan's puppet. His eyes were red and he didn't recognize his relatives. He turned around and charged into the demon soldiers' queue.

Wherever he passed, there were stumps of limbs and rivers of blood.

Tu Yuan was still not satisfied, he fisted with five fingers and blasted a big seal into the air.

"The Great Demonic Seal of the Five Emperors!"

In mid-air, the vitality of heaven and earth fluctuated disorderly, and the five elements suddenly became chaotic. The demon general and Ren were trapped in the materialized space, crushed into mud by the black fist seal, and fell into the air screaming.

Tu Yuan took one step forward and arrived in front of Ji Ren. He moved the thin black thread with his ten fingers and cut the soul of Ji Ren's body.

As a magic cultivator, Tu Yuan's melee ability is very average. Just like Ji Chen who plays with mirrors, she couldn't get up after being punched by Lu Bei for a long time. Against the physically powerful demon clan, holding one down is her limit. .

Then, she saw sadly that the demon general Wu Ou rushed towards her with a ferocious smile. Looking around, she saw that there was no reliable teammate at all.

You have to resist even if you can't, otherwise if Zhao Fangce wins, he will only be left with an empty city.

Tu Yuan swallowed a dark magic elixir, opened several red lines on his beautiful face, and used the orthodox magic technique of the demon sect, which was similar to the method of disintegration of demons. His eyes were dark and he was engaged in a close fight with two demons.

One by one, three by one, they were able to resist the three-headed demon generals. The rest of Kuiling was helpless and could only rely on the monks and defenders in the city to fight against them.

Kui Ling has the Dzogchen level of strength in the Fusion Stage, and his physical body is extremely powerful. Even though the defenders have powerful defenses made of blood and gas armor, they can't stop the power of his punches and kicks.

Even if Zhan Lexian, Zhan Hongqu, and Zhao Wuyou attacked him, he still had the upper hand.

If you can't beat him, you can't beat him. Even because the two women are holding him back, Elder Zhan is still a little constrained. His abilities were not as good as Kuiling's before, and they are even worse now.

Beside the corner, Xiao Fengxian poked his head out and carefully broadcast the thrilling melee live. He was very self-aware and helped only to cause trouble, so he would not cause trouble for everyone.

Zhao Fangce stood high in the sky, ignoring the fierce battle below, and only saw Lu Li.

The two loyal imperial guards, Thirty-one and Thirty-six, followed closely behind His Majesty, with no intention of helping Tu Yuan.

"It turns out that it's the Zhao family's son. He has such a handsome scar, but he hasn't healed it yet?"

Lu Li looked at Zhao Fangce with a smile, raised his arm, and pointed at the thirty-six shadows: "Zhao's unfilial son, your ancestors are in front of you, why don't you kneel down and kowtow quickly."

"Driven by the demon clan, Xuanlong is trapped in danger of life and death. The Zhao family does not have such an ancestor."

Zhao Fangce talked about his filial piety calmly and was not moved by Lu Li's deceptive words. The iron unicorn blackened half of the sky with black ink. With a long sword shining with golden light in his hand, he stepped towards Lu Li to kill.

Demon-slaying sword!

This object is the divine sword passed down from generation to generation by the Zhao family in Xuanlong. The Zhao family and the demon clan hate each other for their unyielding hatred. The inherited principles of heaven and earth are all carved from the same mold, so the demon-slaying sword is not unique. During the tribulation period, almost every monk in the Zhao family had one.

Zhao Fangce is no exception. He wields a sword to cut and slash, and is specialized in defeating the tyrannical body of monsters. His lethality against humans is average, but his lethality against monsters is off the charts.

"You took the initiative to come to the door and saved me the trouble of searching around."

Lu Li waved his hand and took out Fang Tian's painted halberd, held the demon-slaying sword with force, stretched out his claws with his other hand, and aimed directly at Zhao Fangce's door.

The Ten Emperors' Wheel is defective. If Zhao Fangce's head is killed, its power will be greatly increased.

The two divine weapons collided, and the heaven and earth became silent for an instant.

Immediately, the rolling ripples were like huge waves, with the demon-slaying sword and Fang Tian's painted halberd as the center, sweeping and spreading, sweeping away in all directions.

In the sky above the entire Gushan City, the two colors of gold and black were clearly distinct, and they were locked in a stalemate with each other.

The terrifying energy fluctuations oppressed the surrounding area, exploding countless huge cracks, causing landslides and ground cracks, and continuous shaking. The five great demon flags danced in the wind, and the demonic shadows were illusory and real, causing Tu Yuan to vomit blood in the midst of the fierce battle.

The unlucky Tu Yuan became a father and a mother at the same time. The five demon flags blocked tens of thousands of demon soldiers. The two worlds controlled Qiu Yin to kill demons everywhere. He used the body of Dharma cultivator to fight against Ji Ren and Wu Ou in close combat. He received a salary and worked hard. After doing all the work of the three murderers, he was as tired as a dead dog.

This is all to bear the aftermath of the battle between Lu Li and Zhao Fangce, so as to prevent the people in the rear from being hurt by the aftermath.

Clang! ! !

The sharp edge flashed across, and the thunder flashed.

Lu Li looked at Zhao Fangce in surprise and exclaimed: "I haven't seen you for several years. You are very good at martial arts. You have even cultivated the immortal martial soul body to such a state. Let me guess, you are full of hostility, your soul is sick, and you are still alive." How many years do you have to live, fifty years...or thirty years?"

"Hahaha, I don't even have to guess, today next year will be your death anniversary."

Zhao Fangce's expression did not change. Fifty years would be the best, no matter thirty years. If his body dies, he will die. As long as his martial spirit remains alive, the demon clan will never even think of crossing the northern front.

As soon as his heart moved, the energy of heaven and earth surged up around him, and golden light penetrated his body, interweaving with raging flames.

A tall golden shadow appeared, holding a golden sword. The outline of his face was illusory, but his aura was very similar to that of Zhao Fangce.

Suddenly, two more figures appeared, three empty, one real, and four demon-slaying swords, standing horizontally in the sky, each possessing the majesty of a king looking down upon the world.

The Zhao family's immortal martial spirit is passed down from generation to generation.

Three martial spirits entered his body, and the demon-slaying sword was filled with golden light. Zhao Fangce's momentum increased steadily, reaching a level that made Lu Li feel deeply threatened.

"Next year today, you and Gu..."

"Tongji!"