If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified - Chapter 222

Chapter 222 In this world, there will be someone who will turn the world upside down

Two lines of blood flowed from the double pupils of the Seventh Prince. There was a strange fluctuation in the blood, and a mysterious power surged in it.

But those mysterious powers are gradually disappearing.

Yu Xuanlou felt the warmth on his face, and raised his head to touch the bright red blood.

With blood stains on his fingers, Yu Xuanlou looked a little stiff.

boom!

A muffled sound came, and in front of Yuxuanlou, the table case made of precious and rare huanghuali suddenly fell apart.

“Lu Jing!”

Yu Xuanlou’s face was light and calm, and the elegance in every move was gone. He gritted his teeth and lowered his head, enduring the severe pain in his eyes, and let the blood in his eyes drip onto his luxurious robe!

“How dare you…”

Yu Xuanlou panted heavily, and the words brought by Lu Jing’s spiritual thoughts echoed in his ears.

Everyone makes mistakes, Yuxuanlou originally wanted to take advantage of Lu Jing and Nan Fengmian’s mistakes, and become the last straw to crush Lu Jing…

However, the current situation is beyond Yu Xuanlou’s expectation.

Yuxuanlou’s mysterious spiritual thoughts hovered in the void, and the magical body just now had already collapsed.

The strange divine sense was cut by Lu Jing’s sword, creating many cracks, and retreated more than ten miles in an instant.

Holding the white deer in his hand, Lu Jing didn’t look at the divine sense again, and one hundred and eight mountains of sword intent reappeared, standing horizontally in the sky.

The cracks in his soul became more and more obvious, and the intense pain made Lu Jing grit his teeth.

And a sword energy like a peak, and like a monstrous wave, cut away horizontally.

One hundred and eight sword intents are highly differentiated into one hundred and eight epee sword moves, which are also combined with Fuguang sword energy.

The sword is high-spirited, and the sword is shining brightly.

Nan Heyu’s figure flickered, and three hundred wind and rain sword qi shone in the void, and she also had a Qianxiu water in her hand, protecting her whole body.

But even so, the mighty mighty power of qi and blood fell straight down, moving horizontally among the three hundred thousand beautiful water sword lights.

The burst of qi and blood was so masculine to the extreme that tens of thousands of people rushed into the formation, they shot downwards, but shot up to the sky, shining on Nanhe Yuyuanshen.

Nan Heyu’s primordial spirit is quite strange, under the cover of vitality, it looks like a long sword.

The long sword was bursting with brilliance, but was still burned by the extremely strong Qi and blood brought out by Shaozhu Kingdom’s arrow!

Strong blood, and with an invincible martial arts spirit, shooting an arrow is like a punch. The martial arts fist is mixed with the martial arts spirit. Even if it is held in mid-air by three hundred swords, it is enough to make Nan He Yu was seriously injured.

Keep Nan Heyu feathering the sword heart, the sword intent loaded with thick spiritual thoughts swept out, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth!

Any godfire cultivator, even a true godfire peak with nine godfires fused into one, would be unable to parry Li Guanlong’s arrow at all.

Ordinary monks are afraid that in just a moment, their sword intent will be shattered, their divine fire will be extinguished, and they will end up with the death of their primordial spirit.

But the master of swordsmanship of the Nanguo government controlled three hundred sword lights, and with lightning speed, he held back the bursts of blood.

Even if she is injured at this time, she is worthy of the name of Tianjiao.

Nan Laoguo, who was on the side, saw Nan Heyu’s sword light, and saw the flying Qianxiushui, and his heart seemed to be a little more stable.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Lu Jing’s Guanghan seal imprinted on Jian Qi Bi Mountain, and saw the strange divine sense that came from controlling the magical body, cut open by Lu Jing, and was a little dazed…Seeing Lu Jing holding the sword again Come.

Lu Jing remained expressionless, and his sword energy revived.

Sword Qi shoots into the sky, straight into the sky!

In just a split second, the immortal power in the White Deer Sword seemed to be controlled by Lu Jing, pouring into Lu Jing’s primordial spirit, shining a flash of lightning, and slamming on the willow branch shot by Li Guanlong.

The willow branch was chopped off with a wisp of sparks, and the blood and vitality in it rushed away.

Nan Laogong looked at Lu Jing and Nan Heyu in the distance, and saw the scattered blood of Chongtian. He felt relieved and also felt a lot of pity.

“Both of them are in the realm of Shenhuo, and one has Yuhua Jianxin, and if Yuhua Jianxin is damaged, he must stop that arrow.

The other person’s primordial spirit will collapse, but he can hold the sword White Deer. With the White Deer in his hand, he can arouse the mysterious power in it.

The flickering sword curtain can even stop me. ”

“The two are the world’s greatest talents, and Lu Jing is even more so… It’s just that Lu Jing’s soul has been injured many times, but I don’t know if he can recover this time.”

Old Duke Nan was thinking about this, and felt more and more regretful in his heart.

He shook his head, and saw that Nanhe Yuyu’s feathered sword heart was damaged, and it fell between the peaks.

Nan Laoguo’s expression became a little more serious, and he turned into a blood-colored rainbow, enveloping Nan Heyu and disappearing.

The sky was clearing, and Lu Jing’s hand holding the White Deer Sword was trembling slightly.

The Seventh Prince’s receding divine sense left only a ray of light, but within it was a surge of anger, which landed on Lu Jing with a murderous intent.

Lu Jing raised his eyes, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

See Su Fuchu!

The Seventh Prince looked up and saw the thunder in the sky. At this moment, the thunder in the sky broke out in an instant, like dancing thunder snakes, turning into a vast thunder sky, completely covering Jiansu Mansion.

“What is the library doing?”

Yu Xuanlou frowned just now.

His retreating divine sense suddenly felt a great pressure coming.

The divine sense has already retreated to a place shrouded in mist.

There is a good scene here, with clouds and mist lingering, and mountains overlapping.

It can be seen that the dusty mountains are strong, the clouds and the sun are shining on the sea.

This is a good place to view the scenery.

The spiritual sense that had been cut by Lu Jing’s sword entered the cloud, but in an instant, he felt a turbulent murderous aura that went straight up to the cloud and emerged from the cloud.

The next moment, a huge Bodhisattva appeared from top to bottom, breaking through the clouds and mist.

It is… Bodhisattva Slaughtering Life!

On the Bodhisattva who killed life, one can see that there is a surge of thunder.

Thunder is the supreme power in Fang Dashi.

Whether it is the primordial spirit or the physical body, if you want to ascend to the realm of heaven and man, you have to go through a lot of thunder and calamity baptism!

At this time, the mighty power of thunder on the Slaughtering Bodhisattva comes from the surge of thunder calamity!

“Where are the rats, come into my land of Taixuan capital and do killing things.”

A burst of thunder sounded, and the Shasheng Bodhisattva who appeared in the word cloud opened his eyes, and a word came out of the Bodhisattva’s mouth.

“kill!”

The Shasheng Bodhisattva, built with qi and blood, uttered the word “killing”.

From the mouth of Bodhisattva Suicide, a drop of blood fell and turned into a figure.

Blood essence falling into an adult seems to be a means of supernatural power…in fact, it is the mighty martial arts that can only be possessed by a powerful martial artist at the extreme level of aura.

If you can go up one more level and reach the realm of the immortal, you can get rid of many constraints, and you can be reborn within a drop of blood.

It’s just… There are too few immortals in this world, and there are not many supernatural beings either.

When the figure’s face and whole body were covered by qi and blood, the expression of the Seventh Prince in Su’s Mansion became more and more gloomy.

He turned his head, his eyes seemed to pass through many buildings, and fell on the white-haired old man who was sitting in a wheelchair.

“The book building is so courageous. It used thunder to cover Jian Su’s mansion in order to prevent the teacher from making a move in exchange for my fairyland divine sense!”

“East Palace, Book Building!” The Seventh Prince took a deep breath and lowered his eyes again: “If it wasn’t for Lu Jing’s sword of the white deer, it would be the incarnation of the blood essence of the eldest brother, and it wouldn’t be able to suppress my fairyland spirit .”

“Lu Jing!”

On this day, it is said that a mysterious and strong man’s spiritual sense appeared in the capital, and the crown prince dropped a drop of blood, turned into a humanoid clone, and cut off the divine sense.

It was also on this day that the Seventh Prince fell ill and no longer saw guests!

There probably wasn’t any hidden things in the cloud, it was nothing more than the Prince Killing Bodhisattva’s blood-blooded human form, suppressing that unknown divine thought.

But… the divine sense really doesn’t know its origin?

When the spring breeze caressed again, Lu Jing saw Nan Laoguo leaving with Nan Heyu, and his weak spiritual sense had long been unable to perceive the trace of Nan Fengmian, so he finally felt relieved.

It was also at this moment that he seemed to lose all strength from his whole body.

Can’t even hold the sword in his hand.

The white deer fell from his hands and disappeared into a stream of light.

Among the clouds, the Xuanyi sword armor walked out.

Lu Jing wanted to salute him, but his eyes became blurred.

But he felt extremely peaceful in his heart.

In short, another catastrophe has been experienced.

“At the very least, brother Fengmian left Taixuanjing.”

Chi!

The magical sword flew over and supported the fainted Lu Jing.

The unknown black-clothed sword armor was a little surprised, because the divine art was not ordered by him, but by the spirit of this world-renowned sword.

The white deer hovered beside the black-clothed sword armor, making a clanging sound.

“Are you worried about him?”

Xuanyi Sword Armor turned his head sideways, looking at the hilt of the White Deer sword.

The light on the white deer is slightly dim.

Xuanyi sword armor lightly flicked his sleeves, with a slight smile on his face.

“The reason why I was able to prevent Yuelun from entering Xuandu was because Emperor Chongtian believed in the so-called Jiazi karma between Yuelun and Taixuanjing, and believed that Yuelun would eventually enter Taixuanjing.

But if I want to take Lu Jing away, Emperor Chongtian and those old monsters in Taixuanjing will probably fight me desperately. ”

The white deer is shining brightly.

Xuanyi Jianjia smiled more intensely, shook his head and said: “This is Taixuanjing, there are 100,000 forbidden troops stationed here, and there is a king who once killed a fairy king in the deer pond, you are not afraid to break here ?”

Xuanyi Jianjia said this, and looked at Taixuanjing from afar.

“How can you and I know that Lu Jing’s way must be outside Taixuanjing?”

“Besides, I always feel that Taixuanjing can’t trap him. If one day, he really walks out of Taixuanjing, then what’s the harm in us coming to help him?”

…

When the thunder over Su Mansion dissipated.

Luo Shubai walked out of the study building with a seven-foot jade tool, Lu Jingcai’s demeanor still appeared in his heart.

Madman Chu walked to the Slimming Tower, went up to the fifth floor, and sat opposite Mr. Guanqi.

“Now, you don’t have too many scruples.” Kuangren Chu said with some reminiscence in his tone, “It’s just like when I drank with you in the Yellow Crane Tower more than ten years ago.”

“Because I’m dying.”

Mr. Guanqi’s words were astonishing, with a smile on his face, his spiritual thoughts flowed in: “In the past few years, I have saved the library, exiled the demons in the world, and let learning enter Beiqin.

Now I’m dying, and I used to worry about Lu Jing’s life, but now, Lu Jing is more and more brilliant. When he holds the magic technique and the two white deer swords, no one in Taixuanjing can kill him.

Because Emperor Chongtian refused.

Because of Lu Jing’s outstanding performance, I don’t need to worry too much, and it’s okay to take action for him. ”

“Emperor Chongtian didn’t let Lu Jing die because he wanted Lu Jing to be his sword to kill immortals. This is not a good thing.”

Madman Chu and Lu Jing are actually not familiar with each other, and they only talked once.

But Chu Kuangren and Mr. Guanqi are lifelong friends. Mr. Guanqi thinks highly of Lu Jing, and even invites Chu Kuangren to Taixuanjing because of Lu Jing, so this world leader in supernatural powers also has a lot of concerns for Lu Jingjin.

“It depends on him. Maybe one day, he may be on the verge of breaking free from the shackles. On that day, I hope Brother Chu can… protect him.”

Mr. Guanqi’s eyes are full of hope.

Madman Chu looked into Mr. Guanqi’s eyes and fell silent.

After a long time, Chu Kuangren finally spoke in a low voice: “I don’t want your primordial spirit to return to the sky.

Once you return to heaven and regain your fairy name, maybe you will no longer be you at that time, and you will be the Qingdu Lord who once looked down on the world.

You have tried your best to do many things for the mortal world, and you are even willing to live a few years less to help a young man like Lu Jing. How can you keep your Dao heart when you are sitting upright? ”

“Heaven is not suitable for you. You were born in the mortal world, and you are willing to take off your fairy bones and fall into the mortal world. If you have to return to that fairy tower in the end… how can the real you rest in peace?”

The voice of Madman Chu echoed in the Slim Tower.

While he was speaking, there were slight footsteps on the stairs on the fifth floor of the Slimming Tower.

Maybe he heard Chu Kuangren’s words, and the footsteps stopped abruptly.

Mr. Guanqi and Chu Kuangren obviously heard the footsteps, but they did not remain silent.

“Brother Chu knows me, so on the day of my death, I still hope that Brother Chu can…destroy my primordial spirit, so that the three stars in the sky will not shine on me that day, so that I will not return to the sky, and I will not return to the cold sky. Xianlou.”

click…

There was a crisp sound from the stairs.

Immediately afterwards, there was another rush of footsteps, and the person who had just gone up the stairs seemed to have left again.

Madman Chu glanced at the stairs and said, “It’s Tao Yao.”

Mr. Guanqi had a rare flash of reluctance on his face, and it returned to normal in an instant.

“The romantic people in the world don’t always live for too long, Mr. Si is like this, you are like this, and the King Chong’an who I don’t deal with is the same.

When you die, the warrior who has already been lying on the bed dies, and this mortal world will become even more boring. ”

“Is there any wine?”

Madman Chu suddenly asked a question, Mr. Guanqi nodded, got up and removed a row of classics on the bookshelf, revealing two jugs of wine.

Mr. Guanqi took out one of the jugs and poured wine for Madman Chu.

Madman Chu pouted his nose, pointed to another jug ​​of wine and said, “The other jug ​​seems to be better. You are almost dead, and you still don’t want to part with a jug of wine! You might as well drink it together today.”

“It’s better.” Mr. Guanqi said, “It’s just that I brewed that pot of wine for Taoyao.”

Hearing the words, Madman Chu slammed his fist on the table and spilled a little drink.

“There are countless wizards in the world, and there are so-called nine top nine leaders in the world. Aren’t they going to be suppressed by the sky?”

“Shit in the sky, **** in the ground.”

“And that **** sage, **** candle king… My so-called supernatural leader is probably just a shit.”

Mr. Guanqi smiled: “This great world, whether it is the Emperor Chongtian or the King of Candles, or the world’s top nine, those who are beyond the top of the world are all truly tyrannical figures since the Taiwu Dynasty.

It’s just that the heavens plundered a few spiritual tides, which made the immortal too strong. ”

“You don’t have to worry, as long as you live longer, as long as you look at this world, there will be someone who will turn the world upside down.”

Chu Kuangren reached out to take the jug to refill himself.

“My friend is dying, can I always complain?”

It’s like two people sitting in the tower of self-cultivation and drinking, just like the Yellow Crane Tower many years ago.

(end of this chapter)