If You Can't Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified Chapter 373

  Chapter 373 It's so easy to raise a sword to kill Fuxian?

  Taiweiyuan, among the twelve emperor stars, is the head of supernatural powers. Throughout the ages, there are only eight out of ten who follow this star.

  In the stormy environment, the rainstorm hits and the wind howls.

  A towering tower in the sky looms over, as if it wants to suppress the lingering dead energy in it.

   This place where ghosts and dead spirits linger really played a huge role.

  The ubiquitous death energy is contaminated with the vitality of ordinary monks, and also contaminated with the immortal energy of immortals.

   It's just that immortal qi is different from vitality. Immortal qi is pure and free of impurities, and now the impact of being contaminated by dead qi is far greater than that of vitality.

   can nevertheless.

  When the immortals practiced the magic arts, performed the immortal profound arts, and inexplicably added a faintly visible pavilion in the sky, it still brought great pressure to these human practitioners.

  Li Jingang led eighty reckless people in the world.

  He was naked from the upper body, his body was golden, and his body was full of vitality, hot and fierce.

  And the vast majority of other reckless practitioners stand at the peak of the rivers and lakes.

   Those who came brazenly to help Lu Jing fight against the immortals are all first-class warriors in the world.

   As for those with weak cultivation bases, Lu Jing had already sent someone to persuade them to return. Even though this was a fatal disaster, Lu Jing was still unwilling to use them as cannon fodder.

  Jokang Li is very well-known as a lay disciple of the Jokhang Temple. Lay King Kong lives up to his name. He is like a long-haired King Kong with angry eyes.

  The same is true for the rest of the world.

  Someone holds a big knife, splits the wind and rain, and also splits the fairy art, seeing death as home.

   There are also people with bare hands, fist like a dragon, and smashing immortals with open and closed fists.

   There are also people whose long clothes are flying in the air, folded and fanned, and magical powers appear, freezing the earth and freezing the immortals who come and go.

  When thousands of practitioners were fighting, there was a roar in the Valley of the Dead.

  Especially when these cultivators are all first-class powerhouses, then this scene is enough to shock the world.

  Even though there are patches of wind and rain dividing them, they still can't stop this terrifying momentum!

  However, after this frightening momentum, some strong people shed blood, and some people died.

  Pingping Township Weiguang Tianwang is different from her mighty title of Tianwang. Weiguang Tianwang looks quite petite, and his face is as immature as a 28-year-old girl.

  She came to Taixuanjing to help Lu Jing, not just because it was an order from General Butian, but also because she also read that poem.

  When she reads that until spring comes and September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom.

   I just feel excited beyond words.

   A human son with such poetic talent and unrivaled wealth should not die in the hands of those immortals.

  He Zhongdao called the wind and rain, and saved thousands of people from fire and water, but he should not be exchanged for a cold corpse.

   It was with this in mind that King Weiguang met Lu Jing all the way into Xuandu, and then came to the Valley of the Dead, wanting to pour his blood into it.

  The result is that, for some reason, a mansion immortal fell into the wind and rain here, a total of sixty immortals.

  These immortals are majestic and full of immortal energy.

  The Fuxian held the whisk in his hand, and the whisk was cleaning the room, as if to sweep away all the filth in the Valley of the Dead.

   And she... seems to be a filth too.

   "These mortals are also interesting. Judging from their reactions, they should know the danger coming. It is really wishful thinking that more than two thousand mortals still want to hold half of the West Tower in the sky."

  In front of the Immortal Nafu, there are several high mountains, which are misty and full of birds.

  When the birds spread their wings, they flew over this wind and rain.

  Everything seems to have become hazy.

  In this obscurity, some of the sixty immortals burned runes, some controlled flying swords, or used thunder and fire as an opportunity to transform into huge dharma figures.

  In the blink of an eye, more than 20 people died in the wind and rain here.

   King Weiguang gritted his teeth, his blood flowed to the extreme, and she also had a big sword in her hand.

  This big sword is about seven feet long, and it is no different from the body of King Weiguang.

  Holding the sword in both hands, she cut through the torrential rain of fairy arts and clouds, but she also saw the bones of seven or eight powerful mortals.

  She also vaguely heard the muttering in the mouth of the fairy of Fuchen Mansion.

  But in an instant, these whispers turned into sharp thorns and pierced into her mind, making her unstable.

  The Fuxian holding the whisk in his hand disappeared in place, and a high platform fell from the sky. The Fuxian stood on the high platform at some point, and suppressed it with the immortal energy platform, intending to smash King Weiguang to pieces.

   "There are only eleven people left here, and you are the strongest."

  The middle-aged Immortal's mind fell straight down: "At this moment, I'm afraid that you, like these mortals who are dying, have long regretted it. Ordinary people are like this, and they don't know how to repent until they are about to die."

  The middle-aged Fuxian seemed to be ridiculing, but in fact, every word he said was a deterrent technique of Dao Yuanshen, wanting to subdue others without fighting.

   King Weiguang's long hair has been scattered, blood is spitting out of his mouth, and his face is covered with blood.

   "More than two thousand mortals are too overwhelmed, thinking that the death aura of the Land of Hundred Ghosts can save Lu Jing, who is involved in the authority of heaven and earth?"

   Immortal Fuchen's ethereal voice fell into the ears of King Weiguang.

  Winning a big sword in his hand, King Weiguang ran swiftly through the clouds and mists. She seemed to turn into a blood-colored radiance, chasing the trail of Immortal Fuchen.

   Occasionally, one or two immortals can be seen, and when she slashed down with her big sword, she turned into a mist again.

   King Weiguang knew that it was this fairy's sonic magic that made her feel like a mirage.

   "You are the only one left!"

  The voices of those people came again.

   King Weiguang stopped and looked up, only to see corpses of mortals scattered on the ground in the misty clouds.

  They were covered in blood, their vitality and blood were scattered, and there was not much fearlessness on their faces, but there was a great terror between life and death.

   "You are going to die too. When you turn into a remnant, I will give you a chance to go find Lu Jing's remnant and ask him carefully..."

   "Why should I ask?"

  Pingping Township Weiguang Tianwang spoke for the first time today, and her slender voice interrupted the ethereal voices from all directions.

   "You **** in the sky, do you think that the high-flyers who stopped you in the Valley of the Dead don't know that they will die here?"

   King Weiguang dragged the big sword obliquely, and she stepped forward into the clouds and mist.

   "The world is vast, full of cunning and selfish villains, and full of murderous monsters.

  But there are some people in the world who are passionate, and some who know how to repay their kindness! "

   "Those who came here to fight against the West Tower in the Sky, all know Lu Jing's merits and virtues. Lu Jing's call for wind and rain is not for himself, but for the withered river road, for the thousands of people living in it, and for those bones who died in it.

   Lu Jing is so talented that he can risk his life to save the people and repair the world.

  Can't we people come here to die and save his life? "

   King Weiguang stretched his brows and spoke eloquently.

boom…

   bang bang...

  The middle-aged mansion immortal holding the fly whisk in his hand showed a flaw, and the originally hidden immortal energy jumped for a moment.

   King Weiguang's pale face suddenly moved.

  Between lightning and flint, like a dragon's energy and blood suddenly became ethereal, the energy and blood turned into sword light and whizzed towards him, three feet of energy, blood and sword energy slashed horizontally, and the terrifying martial arts and profound arts were running, I don't know what kind of energy is contained in it.

   Hoo!

   A sword slashed down.

  Standing in the void, he cut off the shadows in the clouds and mists, and cut out a ravine tens of feet long.

  Boom!

   Smoke and dust filled the air, and the rainstorm became more urgent.

   King Weiguang looked carefully while dragging his sword upside down with both hands.

   But there was another fairy energy condensed in the cloud and mist, gradually turning into a figure.

   "I wanted to play tricks on you."

  The middle-aged Fuxian sighed: "You want to send one to die, to save Lu Jing with your humble lives.

   You have indeed led away many immortals with your own lives, but... Lu Jing will still die, maybe he is already dead. "

  The middle-aged Fuxian stepped out of the clouds and mist, the dust in his hand was stained with blood, and he held a head upside down in his left hand.

  I don't know what kind of fairy art he has performed on that head. His eyes are wide open, his mouth is wide open, and blood flows out of the seven orifices. The blood sacrifice all the way falls on the shadow of King Weiguang.

   King Weiguang suddenly felt something, but he only felt that his body was restrained by a huge force, unable to move any more.

   Dozens of immortals gradually appeared.

  This place of wind and rain also opens the door, leading to the next place filled with clouds and mist.

   There, there was a monstrous sound of fighting.

   King Weiguang turned his head to look, but saw three hundred warriors riding tigers were forced to the foot of a mountain by two palace immortals and eighty immortals, and the Tianjiao Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai of Yuxing Island were also among them.

The three hundred warriors riding tigers resisted stubbornly, and it seemed that there was no loss of personnel, but their battle formation had already developed flaws. Once the battle formation dispersed, it only took two or three breaths. , will be dead.

  When the two wind and rain are connected, dozens of immortals in the wind and rain here stepped through the gate, heading towards the three hundred warriors riding tigers.

   And the middle-aged Fuxian holding the whisk probably felt that the wind and rain had no meaning so far.

  He casually threw the mortal head in his hand, and threw it in front of King Weiguang.

   King Weiguang gritted his teeth.

  Since she set foot in Taixuanjing, she knew that this was a tough battle, much more dangerous than the battle she fought in Pingping Township.

  Now that he has come, Heavenly King Weiguang has already prepared himself for death, just like the many catastrophes that Pingping Township faced before.

  But... she was about to die here just a moment after the war started, which still made her a little depressed.

   "I wonder if Lu Jing is still alive?

  "So many people died to save him, if he died early, it would be a pity to us..."

Roar!

  A dragon roar suddenly came.

  The middle-aged Fuxian seems to have noticed that the strong wind in the wind and rain is getting stronger and stronger.

  He subconsciously wanted to wave the whisk and run the magic.

  A black shadow flashed away.

   "Taiwei, Jiuqing."

  A divine thought made waves in the cloud.

  The middle-aged Fuxian only felt that in the wind and rain environment here, the vitality was condensed unprecedentedly, and it turned into nine dharma forms in the blink of an eye.

  These Dharma figures are bathed in starlight, all of them are ten feet tall, looking down with their probing eyes.

  When the eyes fell on him, a great terror suddenly exploded in his soul.

  Seeing the nine dharma appearances, one of the dharma appearances pointed his hand, and the emperor opened a crack, and magma spewed out of it, turning into a cage to trap his body.

   There is a Faxiang whose head turned into a poisonous snake, and he opened his mouth to swallow him.

   There is also black mist billowing from Faxiang's body, and his immortal energy is also contaminated like the death energy of a hundred ghosts...

  The nine dharmas are completely different, each with its own supernatural powers.

  The immortals who were heading towards the three hundred tiger-riding warriors seemed to have sensed it, and hurriedly regulated it.

  The Fuxian holding the dust whisk also runs the fairy art to fight against the nine dharma.

   King Weiguang was a little puzzled.

  At this moment, a sword-like sun rose slowly.

   Chi!

  The sword qi slashed across, the Fuxian who had never been beheaded by the mighty sword of King Weiguang...

  But it was cut in half in the blink of an eye, and the golden blood spilled down, staining the dust on the ground.

   King Weiguang was a little at a loss.

  Even Nan Heyu and Luo Mingyue, who were struggling to support themselves in another stormy environment, did the same.

"who is it?"

   Such doubts arose in their hearts.

  Then they saw a black dragon coming from the void, above the black dragon, Lu Jing came with a sword and flew into the Zhongxian.

   Behind him.

   General Feng came after him with angry eyes, as if he wanted to eat Lu Jing alive.

   "It's so easy, you can raise your sword and kill the Fuxian?"

   King Weiguang became more and more at a loss.

  (end of this chapter)

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