Cultivation Is Like This Chapter 782

Feng Shangyin's eyes froze, and he waved out the eight talismans, as if he was worried that Zhao Yan and Zhao Yixian would repent, and took the "up-and-coming star" into the formation talisman.

The space was shattered, the black streaks in the void sprinted, Lu Bei let out a strange cry, and was accidentally swept away by the darkness of the void.

Into the palm of the poor Taoist, whether to live or die is up to you Xuanlong.

Feng Shangyin proudly stepped into the void, chasing the formation, saw two white hairs stunned from the corner of his eye, and murmured inwardly.

The Mahayana stage who came out of the sea of blood from the corpses of the Yaozu is so stupid, it can be seen that the Yaozu is not mediocre.

Stepping into the void, he only noticed the reaction from Xuanlong's side, and didn't notice Xiongchu's side. Old monk Zhengqing shook his head and sighed.

Boom one by one

In the depths of the void, the nine palaces and eight trigrams are self-contained, and the portals change, and each breath has hundreds or thousands of times

Variety. In each change, the five elements and five colors cycle back and forth, endlessly and endlessly.

The people from Lu Bei were in the formation, scrambling like headless chickens, and the difference in realm between the monks in the Transcendence Tribulation Stage and the Mahayana Stage was clear at a glance.

This is a gap in background, if you don't understand it, you don't understand it, and it won't change because someone has a loud voice.

Feng Shangyin stood outside the formation and presided over the formation several times with his own hands. Looking at the ups and downs and Lu Bei who was completely helpless to fight back, he asked sharply, "Poverty asks, what is your name? Why is there a monk with a name in Xuanlong?" Didn't record your name, taboo and appearance?"

"There is also Tu Yuan, the devil. When did she become a Mahayana, did she hide her name to plot against the demon clan, or did Xuanlong have other plans?"

"Tell me everything you know, otherwise the poor will be ruthless, and today will be your death day next year!"

Lu Bei: "..."

You are an unpopular little supporting role, why do you have so many mental activities, and your surname is not Gu, do you take the turn to worry about national affairs?

Lu Bei complained secretly, kept lying flat, and swam in the ocean of formations, despite the collapse of the sky and the earth, mountains of swords and seas of fire, and remained motionless.

"You don't shed tears when you see the coffin, but I want to see how long you can hold on."

Xuanlong Baimao is notoriously hard-talked, Feng Shangyin has heard it before, and sneered: "This picture is a magic weapon of the poor, and its supernatural powers are far beyond your imagination. They will come to your rescue."

After speaking, the formation map changes suddenly, the nine palaces are full of murderous intent, and the gossip is mysterious and unpredictable.

Lu Bei didn't have it, it was fancy, it didn't hurt or itch, he didn't know what Feng Shangyin was hiding.

Cultivation of immortals is like this. In addition to competing for talent and understanding, monks also have the background of the mountain gate.

Lu Bei has practiced for two and a half years, and Feng Shangyin's shoes are not worthy of his comprehension of the principles of heaven and the truth, but in terms of competition background; the immortal sword code left by the Abandonment Sutra alone can overwhelm Feng Shangyin.

To be precise, a piece of miscellaneous fish from the Zhenyuan Pavilion was delivered to the door by the master of the Mahayana Qi Pavilion, and he didn't even bother to beat him when he abandoned the Sutra.

Feng Shangyin has fulfilled all his talent and background. If there is no great opportunity in this life, it is basically over. Otherwise, Lu Bei is just at the beginning of the Immortal Sword Code and has no bright future. I am afraid that only God will know what he will grow up in the future.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Lu Bei calculates that the time is almost up, and now that he has broken out, the 50-50 split is still very credible. …

「Which trick should I use?」

The Immortal Sword Intent is too powerful, and Feng Shangyin's Dharma cultivation is hard and powerful;

Three characters are enough, in case of too much force, the five-fifth meeting will become one-sided;

Magic heart relic is even more unacceptable, isn't this bullying honest people:

Star Array...

Forget it, let's talk about the magic heart relic! After some hard thinking, Lu Bei was stunned to realize that he had underestimated Feng Shangyin, and the monks in the Mahayana period were so terrifying that they had surpassed him by a big realm in vain.

Finally, Lu Bei finally figured out a way to break the situation, with the Tiantian seal on his head, the demon-slaying sword in his hand, and the jasper gourd Duobao Taoist on his waist.

The divine light shined brightly, and the three Mahayanlevel magic weapons shone brightly, causing Feng Shangyin's eyes to sting, and the corners of his mouth shed tears of disappointment.

"No wonder, with so many magic weapons to protect him, it's no wonder that the big array can't hurt him...so that's the way it is."

Feng Shangyin was both envious and jealous, opened his mouth to collect treasures, and closed his mouth to those who were predestined to get them. He stepped into the formation with one step, his hands and ten fingers danced into shadows, and struck out one after another talisman.

There are five colors facing the sky, the dragons stretch for thousands of miles, and the mighty dragons stir up the turbulent flow of the void,

Swept and annihilated by the Demon Slaying Sword;

There is the portal of reincarnation of the eight trigrams, heaven, earth,

Wind, thunder, water, fire, mountains, and swamp outline a realistic

Small world, using the principle of heaven and earth to reverse the four phenomena,

Was overthrown by Fan Tianyin.

Feng Shangyin was so greedy that his chin was blurred with tears, he raised his hand and patted his forehead, opened his celestial eyes of delusional consciousness between his brows, raised a long sword in his hand, and wore a gossip-protecting heart robe, jumped into the formation and slashed at Lu Bei.

The sword light is divided into eight directions, each representing a gossip, cut down from the eight directions, and when combined, it reverses the yin and yang road.

Seeing this, Lu Bei took his time and bowed sideways: "Please turn around, baby!"

Hovering with a light, he swallowed for a moment.

Feng Shangyin stood on the spot holding a sword, his gossip guard was broken, his delusion and celestial eye were bleeding, and a blood hole the size of a thumb was pierced between his eyebrows.

He shook twice, the sleepy soul slowly woke up, and looked at Lu Bei in amazement: "You, you..."

「Hey, it's pretty awesome!」

"you……"

「Please turn around baby!」

Turning around five times in a row, Feng Shangyin's precarious figure fell completely, the long sword he held tightly fell down weakly, and the Jiugong Bagua array returned to the appearance of a magic weapon, turning into a little white light and fleeing.

Snapped!

Golden light shone, Lu Bei clasped the struggling and trembling picture, and smiled slightly: "Don't be afraid, the pain will pass soon, soon."

Strange power penetrates, surrounded by wind and thunder, burning in the sun...

Lu Bei swept away the imprint of Yuanshen in the array. Although he didn't like this magic weapon, he basically didn't need it. However, the inventory was emptied recently, so there was really no choice.

On the other side, Feng Shangyin's primordial spirit was severely whipped, and he lost the perception of the magic weapon after being seriously injured. He spewed out a mouthful of hot blood, and his whole body wasted rapidly.

The relationship between monks and magic weapons in the Mahayana period is far from simple. Taking away for a while does not mean taking away a lifetime, especially the natal magic weapon for the cultivation of life. stare.

Lu Bei knew this, turned his head to look at Feng Shangyin, his eyebrows were rather unfriendly: "Jie Jie Jie, senior, you can still breathe!"...

Feng Shangyin was terrified, his face was as pale as white paper, he had seen Lu Bei's simple and brutal robbery, how could he not know that the little white hair in front of him was unfathomable, and it was by no means as simple as the Transcending Tribulation Period.

A genuine Mahayana monk!

You, who are you...? !

Feng Shangyin hissed at the end of his voice, Lu Bei took a step forward, he took a step back, backed up, bumped into something in the boundless void.

Frightened, he turned around extremely quickly, and the fist print was infinitely magnified in front of his eyes.

Boom!

Lu Bei took away the remaining blood with a straight fist, and said dissatisfiedly: "It's only 500 million, it's not enough to fit between the teeth, I really treat my suzerain as a beggar, if it wasn't for the bad harvest recently, I wouldn't even bother throwing this stinky money on the ground earn."

While speaking, he punched Feng Shangyin's chest again, raised his hand and smeared bright red on his body indiscriminately.

While the blood is still dry, it is possible to deceive anyone.

At this time, Feng Shangyin, who was lying in the void, woke up from the severe pain. Seeing Lu Bei's operation, he immediately reacted. We will die together, and you will not let you harm Brother Xiongchu."

Don't talk nonsense, it's amazing that you died heroically,

Where did they die together?

Lu Bei continued to output disdain, crushing Feng Shangyin's soul and body, and then crushing his self-esteem: "Please be mature, be a little self-aware, you are already at the stage of Mahayana, do you still use this suzerain to teach this truth? "

After finishing speaking, he kicked away.

"Go to hell!"

Feng Shangyin rolled around twice, exhausted, panting heavily, seeing Lu Bei getting ready to go, wanting to trick another person into the pit, he gritted his teeth and took out a picture scroll from his arms.

"Please ancestor..."

bang

Straight punch.

Feng Shangyin: Feng Shangyin: _(t∠)

"That's right, he's a man!"

Lu Bei retracted his fists, and slowly pushed the scroll away: "Seeing that your character is not bad, you have a bit of the integrity and loyalty of the suzerain, I will keep the array map for you first, and I will return it to you after negotiating the price.

On the painting scroll, the pen and ink are scribbled, and a group of people raise their glasses to invite the bright moon, with a few simple strokes to outline, freehand and rhyme, but not out of shape.

「The painting skills are mediocre, I hope it doesn't come out of the book.」

Lu Bei glanced at it, and saw that the painting was probably a person like the founder of the Zhenyuan Pavilion. After scanning with his spiritual sense, he learned how to use it, and stuffed it in his arms without paying much attention.

Just let it go, something is better than nothing!

His body shook, his face was like gold paper, he clutched his chest and fell out of the void at the same time as Feng Shangyin.

Two figures fell to the ground. Xiao Baimao, who was seriously injured, held the Demon Slayer Sword in his hand. It was already at the end of his battle.

On the left and right, Xuanlong and all the monks from Xiongchu gasped in unison.

Xuanlong: I won the battle... Who the **** is this person?

Xiong Chu: A monk in the Transcendence Tribulation Stage surpassed a great realm and defeated the Mahayana Stage. The Zhao Family of Xuanlong is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!

On Xiongchu's side, seeing Xiao Baimao's dismal appearance, only a breeze away from falling down, many people thought of taking advantage of his danger.

Shen Ruohai frowned slightly, and received a few audio transmissions asking for instructions, asking politely if she had the intention to make contributions, if not, everyone would share the credit.

Before Shen Ruohai could reply, Gu Yuanping next to him suddenly grabbed his wrist tightly. …

She looked puzzled, and got a cautious and cautious warning look.

"This road is worse than death, even if it takes one step, it will never return, and it will take a lifetime to heal."

Shen Ruohai was full of question marks. She had known Gu Yuanping for many years, and knew that the other party would not talk nonsense. She had no intention of ending the scene herself, but when Gu Yuanping said this, she immediately became interested.

Settle your mind; examine carefully, Xiao Baimao's appearance is not fake, and his realm is even clearer. He is not a monk in the Mahayana stage.

That's right!

"who is the next?"

Lu Bei swayed on the demon-slaying sword, stabilized his figure with tenacious perseverance, waved his hand to stop Zhao Yanye who was about to go forward, and looked at the Xiongchu camp with unyielding eyes: "The master of Zhenyuan Pavilion is ordinary, and he has practiced all his life. He was so prestige in his mouth, he fell down before I could use his strength. Even he can make a great reputation in Xiongchu, so it can be seen that you are nothing more than that. Who will be the next one?

Fear, no matter how many times I come, I won't frown. "

「The little thief is arrogant!」

"The lunatic used a magic weapon to fight fiercely, and the pavilion master didn't notice for a while, so he fell into your scheme, and waited for a certain family to meet you.

"It's just a demon-slaying sword. Your sword is sharp, but my sword is not bad!"

「Amitabha—_」

Buddha suppressed the audience, Zhengqing put his palms together and walked out of the crowd: "Benefactor Lu, you are a person with great supernatural powers, you have already transcended the mundane world and achieved immortality, why bother to tease these ordinary people."

Chapter end

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