Lu Chen held the sword intent of killing the king in his hand.
He didn't hear the words of the clay statue at all, he just comprehended the sword intent left by the Plath version of Lu Chen, combined with his experience in Samsara Lake, he suddenly entered a state of semi-enlightenment.
I don't know how long it took, Lu Chen slowly opened his eyes, and in an instant he pulled out the King Killing Sword Intent, and the entire mine trembled.
The gravel above kept falling, and the Primordial Spirit Race in the cave regained consciousness, showing a happy mood.
Because the sword intent that suppressed this place has left the cornerstone of the seal, which means that they may be free.
Qianxue looked at Lu Chen, who was holding the King Killing Sabre Intent, and felt that the other party was a little strange for a while, as if he had completely changed into another person.
The invisible sword intent seems to have disappeared into the void, and it merges with something ethereal, linking the past, the present and the future.
At this time, although Lu Chen was still only a pioneer at the peak of the seventh rank, he gave the impression of being a high-ranking immortal god, and even the clay statue was unconsciously retreating under that invisible edge.
Lu Chen didn't ask the clay statue what to do. After he completely pulled out this monarch-killing saber, he seemed to have a consonance in his heart. He knew how to use it, where to cut it out, and exile these ancient spirits.
After many Primordial Spiritual Races were awakened to the extreme, Lu Chen set his eyes on the deepest Primordial Spiritual Race. The Dao injury on his body no longer deteriorated under the suppression of the King Killing Sword Intent. The divine ban was opened and he stepped forward.
The Primordial Spirit Race in the deepest part was like an evil spirit. He had six arms and three heads. Each head had a one-eyed. At this time, the three one-eyed looked straight at Lu Chen.
The most noble being in the Primordial Spiritual Race awakened. When it awakened, Qianxue felt the pressure like a frenzy, which swept the entire space and forced her to kneel down.
The mud statue raised his hand and pressed the invisible force forward, helping Qianxue to withstand the pressure, which made her feel better.
"what are you going to do?"
The mud statue looked at the direction that Lu Chen was heading, and asked, because Lu Chen had separated from Xiao Jinlong, and he was stepping on the script, but he was walking very slowly. The sense of sharpness that is perceived disappears.
"Leave something here."
Lu Chen said lightly, his eyes turned into pure black, and he didn't show the slightest bit of qi and blood, but it gave people a feeling of heart palpitations.
For a while, he seemed to be in harmony with another self, and instinctively knew what to do.
This kind of feeling is very strange. The King Killing Sword Intent in his hand is not as simple as staying here to suppress these Primordial Spiritual Races. It was left here for one day, so that he can get it for himself.
Just based on Lu Chen's current poor brain power, he can't figure out why the Plath version of Lu Chen can do such a thing, because this is a closed loop of cause and effect, a paradox of time.
This is equivalent to the future self going back to the past, leaving something for the present self, giving inspiration, and finally creating the future, which is not allowed by cause and effect.
The three-headed and six-armed Primordial Spiritual Race is not as tall as other Primordial Spiritual Races. It is only three feet tall, but it has the potential to swallow the heavens and the earth. Before it fell asleep, it was a god!
However, Lu Chen didn't have the feeling that he needed to look up when facing the gods. At this time, his mentality changed inexplicably, as if he was looking down at an ant.
The Primordial Spiritual Race with three heads and six arms, after waking up, when he let out his aura unconsciously, saw the man walking towards it.
For a while, its momentum was stagnant, and all three eyes were filled with panic.
As if returning to the day before he fell asleep, the man in front of him also came like it, giving it two choices.
Lu Chen stepped in front of the three-headed and six-armed deity, and the slaying sword intent came out from the sky, without the momentum of destroying the sky and destroying the earth, not even a wave, just like a dull knife cut out by a mortal.
Like a hot knife cutting oil, the crystal shells covering the three-headed and six-armed deity's body were quietly cut open, even with its chest.
The once aloof cosmic overlord did not dare to make any changes, because it felt that the man had come back.
That kind of evil spirit is like the galaxy has returned to the origin of the universe, and it is not released. The indifferent eyes are cold as if it can freeze the void, ignoring the higher life itself, just like it often looks down on humans, looking down at himself.
The King Killing Sabre Intent swept across, and a purple heart was taken out by Lu Chen, thumping in the air, and even the space trembled.
In Lu Chen's perception, this heart is not inferior to Qingdi's heart, because it is a live heart that has just been taken out, and the energy contained in it is much more than that.
He suppressed the energy in it with the intention of killing the king, and cut off the connection with this three-headed and six-armed Taikoo Spiritual Race with a power that he could not understand.
It was obvious to the naked eye that the breath of this ancient spirit race was rapidly declining, and soon there would be no immortal-like strength, but it was much stronger than Qianxue.
In Lu Chen's perception, it may be similar to the strength of the Great Elder.
After doing all this, Lu Chen turned around and took out his knife, drawing a long arc in the mine. Wherever the knife beam passed, the void shattered. The powerful spatial stability of the original mine, in front of this sword, seemed like Not worth mentioning.
There is endless turbulence behind the void, and the edge of the gap is constantly twisting. No one knows where the people who were exiled into it will return in the future.
The Sword Intent involved the Taikoo Spirit Race in the mine, they dared not resist, and could not resist, they were dragged into the void.
With the second knife, Lu Chen wiped away the cracks in the void. At the end of the crack, the dark blade body merged into it. The suppression of the monarch-killing sword intent was not over until the agreed time.
Looking at this scene, Qianxue was a little surprised. She thought that Lu Chen would find a way to keep this King Killing Sword Intent. After all, when he held the King Killing Sword Intent, he was equivalent to a powerful immortal god.
Lu Chen slowly landed, and his breath returned to normal again, "Cough, cough, cough—"
He coughed violently, and a lot of blood flowed out of his mouth, "I still can't exercise vigorously..."
He sighed with emotion that after losing the blessing of the sword of killing the king, he became an ordinary person again. Daoji's injury continued to deteriorate, and the hidden dangers broke out when he started.
Qianxue quickly came to Lu Chen's side and looked at the mud statue with some vigilance. Although everything went according to plan, there was no guarantee that the mud statue would not regret it.
Xiao Jinlong was also agitated. He leaned over to Lu Chen's side and held him up. The secret technique of the real dragon was brewing, and his escape was also top-notch. Otherwise, it wouldn't have caused so many brothers and sisters a headache on Zhige Peak.
"Have you finally exiled them..."
Mudxiang looked at the empty cave and sighed with emotion, "Hahaha... I'm finally free, I want to thank you..."
His tone gradually became low, "...Innocent reincarnation."
When Qianxue heard this, her blood boiled instantly, her long white hair turned into a crimson, her hand was on top of the snow foam, and the other party was about to turn his face! ?
Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at Lu Chen, Lu Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his expression was extraordinarily calm.
Lu Chen just smiled, "Senior, I didn't expect you to have some sense of humor, stop joking."
The sand and sand on the clay statue is constantly falling off, along with the flesh and blood on his body. The oath of heaven and earth has been lifted. He is no longer bound by the original mine, and at the same time, he no longer has the additional life essence.
"...How do you know that I won't turn my face? Just believe everything I say?"
The clay statue withdrew his breath, and he really wasn't ready to start.
Lu Chen put his hand on the scabbard of the slayer, "This junior likes to listen to other people's words very much. Besides, it's always disgraceful for someone as powerful as senior to deceive the junior."
As he said that, he drew out King Killer, and the clay statue's eyes narrowed.
Immediately afterwards, the statue burst into laughter, "...As expected of you, you never believed in me from the beginning."
He pondered for a while, "Well, this is the right way for you to go further."
Qianxue breathed a sigh of relief. No matter whether this senior lied or not, it seems that he is not allowed to do anything now.
But the next moment, she raised her spirits again and pulled out Xue Mo, because this immortal shot without warning!
Lu Chen pulled out the scabbard with the intention of killing the king in his hand, but found that the mud statue was not attacking them.
A piercing scream sounded, painful and shrill, like an evil spirit howling in his ears.
The big hand of the clay statue was withdrawn, and a ghost wrapped in black mist was caught in his hand, "Noisy!"
His voice was indifferent, he exerted strength in his hands, and in the blink of an eye, he turned the ghost into powder.
Both Lu Chen and Qianxue were a little surprised, but they didn't expect this Specter to follow them secretly, and they didn't notice it along the way.
Even when they were on the shore of Samsara Lake, this Specter might be by their side. Little Jinlong was playing around in Samsara Lake, and he didn't sense anything wrong.
If you continue to go deep into the original mine, there are ghosts behind you and you don't know it, and you don't know what will happen.
"Thank you senior for your help."
Lu Chen thanked him and said that although he had a killer in his hand, his perception was still inferior to that of a real immortal, and he didn't notice the existence of Specter at all.
The opponent's way of hiding his figure is even more bizarre and unpredictable than Xiao Jinlong's True Dragon Escape Technique.
The clay statue slowly turned around and said, "Follow me."
Qianxue was still in shock and did not return to her senses, not only because she was killed by the immortals because of the existence of the ghost, but also because she suspected that she had just read it wrong. She had seen Lu Chen personally send the King Killing Sabre Intent into the void, but only just now. The King Killer that Lu Chen pulled out of the scabbard was not his original sword, but the King Killing Sword Intent!
Now it seems that it doesn't matter whether what the statue said is true or not, and whether he really wants to hurt them afterwards, because Lu Chen still holds a big killer in his hand.
Lu Chen and Qianxue looked at each other, meaning that they would not be able to communicate with each other through voice transmission, and their information would be intercepted in front of a powerhouse like Nixiang.
Following the footsteps of the mud statue to the outside, most of the mud and sand on the mud statue's body fell off, revealing decayed flesh and blood, which looked very disgusting.
It's no wonder that Nixiang wants to end such a life. How could he want to continue this kind of torment when he has become a noble immortal who once traversed the Milky Way?
Arriving outside the wall where he had just entered the inner cave, the mud statue was sitting on a large rock, and his strength was constantly declining. Every small movement would cause the sand on his body to fall off.
"Senior, can you tell the junior how the road ahead is?"
Lu Chen asked.
"You're really impatient..."
Nixiang said with emotion, "Well, I don't have much time, so I'll tell you directly."
He pointed to a stone wall and drew on it, and a map of the mine appeared in an instant, "You can't go to the place marked with a triangular mark. The place marked with a hollow circle may have a chance, it is safer, a solid circle. The mark represents your destination, there are killing formations in some places on the road, I don't know much about it, but I think you should be able to pass.”
Mud looked meaningfully at Lu Chen's waist, the slaughter of the king, the incomplete killing formation on the road could not stop this knife.
Looking at the map, Lu Chen found that the interior of the original mine was far more complicated and dangerous than he had imagined. Fortunately, he and Qianxue hadn't gone too far. Otherwise, they would have died in the killing formation inside.
"Thank you senior for your guidance."
Lu Chen thanked respectfully, and then looked into the eyes of the clay statue, "Senior, do you have any other wishes? If the junior can do it, he will do his best."
"Wish?"
The mud looks like a wandering eye, as if reminiscing about something.
After a while, when the sand on his body was about to fall off completely, a bright white light began to appear on his body~www.mtlnovel.com~ Immortal music rang out all over his body, the fire burned, and the surrounding space seemed to be a splendid star shower. .
Lu Chen knew that the other party was about to change his way. Mu Xiang didn't lie to himself. He was far more sensitive to emotions than Qian Xue.
The mud statue said that after he was exiled from the Primordial Spirit Race, it was only a skin. From the beginning, the mud statue had no intention of turning his face, because his time limit had indeed arrived, and his soul had been exhausted by time. , just a thing in Xianxia.
In fact, when a person really gets old, he will wither his soul, and a new body will be of no use at all.
Killing oneself will not do the clay statue any good, and the clay statue is not someone who seeks revenge.
"Captain, he seems to have passed away."
Qianxue said from the side, she looked at the big rock where the mud statue was, and the people on it were no longer ugly mud statues.
He is indeed a beautiful man that is hard to find in the world. He is immortal and handsome. At this time, he has a smile of relief on his face.
Lu Chen and Qianxue stepped back some distance to avoid being dragged in by the breath of Dao Transformation. Little Jinlong whispered beside him, and Lu Chen patted his head.
Because Xiao Jinlong meant that this is the skeleton of an immortal, is it a waste to let it transform into Taoism?
Just when Lu Chen and Qianxue thought that the immortal had gone silent and had nothing to say, the handsome immortal suddenly opened his eyes again, "Young man, you still don't know your name."
"Junior Lu Chen, send off the senior respectfully."
Lu Chen saluted.
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