Feng Shangyin's eyes flashed, and he swung out eight talismans, as if he was worried that Zhao Yanye and Zhao Yixin would go back on their word, so he took the initiative to include the "rising star" into the formation talismans.
The space was shattered, black lines were running fast in the void, Lu Bei screamed strangely, and was accidentally swept away by the darkness of the void.
Once you fall into my hands, your life or death will no longer be up to you, Xuanlong.
Feng Shangyin proudly stepped into the void and chased after the formation. Out of the corner of his eye he saw two white-haired men staring in amazement, and he secretly said "dumbfounded".
The Mahayana cultivator who walked out of the sea of blood and corpses of demons was so stupid, which showed that the demons were nothing special.
When he stepped into the void, he only paid attention to the reaction of Xuanlong and did not notice that on Xiongchu's side, the old monk Zhengqing shook his head and sighed, clasped his hands together and chanted the mantra of rebirth.
Boom—
Deep in the void, the Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams Array is self-contained, with portals changing, and every breath has hundreds or thousands of changes. In each change, the five elements and five colors cycle back and forth, endlessly and infinitely.
Lu Beiren was rushing around in the formation diagram like a headless fly. The gap in realm between the Tribulation Crossing Stage and the Mahayana Stage cultivators was clear at a glance.
This is a difference in foundation. If you don’t understand, you don’t understand. It won’t change just because someone has a louder voice.
Feng Shangyin stood outside the formation diagram and personally presided over the formation several times. Looking at Lu Bei who was rising and falling without any ability to fight back, he asked sternly, "I want to ask you what your name is. Why is there no record of your name and appearance among the famous cultivators in Xuanlong?"
"And the evil demon Tu Yuan, when did she achieve Mahayana cultivation? Did she hide her identity to plot against the demon race, or does Xuan Long have other plans?"
"Tell me everything you know, otherwise I will be cruel and ruthless, and this day next year will be the anniversary of your death!"
Lu Bei: “…”
You are just a minor supporting character, why do you have so many psychological activities? Your surname is not Gu, so is it your turn to worry about national affairs
Lu Bei secretly complained, remaining flat on his back, and swimming in the ocean of formations, regardless of the collapse of the sky and the collapse of the earth, or the mountains of swords and the sea of fire, he remained motionless.
"Don't cry until you see the coffin. I want to see how long you can hold on."
Xuanlong Baimao was known for his tough talk. Feng Shangyin had heard of this before and sneered, "This picture is my magic weapon. Its magical power is far beyond your imagination. Even if the elders of your clan came, they would not be able to protect themselves. Don't expect them to save you."
After he finished speaking, the formation diagram suddenly changed. The Nine Palaces were filled with murderous intent, the Eight Diagrams were mysterious and unpredictable, and the killing formation was layered and linked together, which was amazing.
Lu Bei didn’t have any. It was fancy, but it didn’t hurt or itch him. He didn’t even know what Feng Shangyin was bragging about.
This is what cultivating immortals is like. In addition to competing in talent and understanding, cultivators also have to compete with the foundation of their mountain sect.
Lu Bei has been practicing for two and a half years, and he is not even worthy of carrying Feng Shangyin's shoes based on his understanding of the ultimate truth of heaven. But if it comes to a competition of foundation, the immortal sword canon left by Qi Lijing alone is enough to overwhelm Feng Shangyin.
To be precise, the Zhenyuan Pavilion was a piece of trash. Even the Mahayana Pavilion Master came to the door, but Qi Lijing was too lazy to beat him.
Feng Shangyin has already fulfilled all of his talents and foundation. If he doesn't have a great opportunity in this life, his life is basically over. But Lu Bei is different. The Immortal Sword Canon has just been sharpened and his future is uncertain. Only God knows what he will become in the future.
An unknown amount of time had passed, but Lu Bei calculated that the time was almost right. Now that he could break out of the formation, it was still credible that he would win 50-50.
"Which method should I use..."
The power of the Immortal Sword Intent was too great, and Feng Shangyin, a magic cultivator, could not handle it because it was so hard and so big;
Three characters are also difficult. If you use too much force, a 50-50 meeting will become one-sided.
The Demon Heart Relic is even worse, this is just bullying the honest people;
Star Array...
Forget it, let’s talk about the Demon Heart Relic!
After some deep thinking, Lu Bei was shocked to find that he had underestimated Feng Shangyin. This Mahayana cultivator was so terrifying, and it was not in vain that he was one major realm higher than him. He had to rack his brains to try to win the game on equal terms.
Finally, Lu Bei figured out a way out of the impasse. With the Fantian Seal on his head, the Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand, and the Jade Gourd hanging around his waist, Duobao Taoist reappeared in the martial world.
Divine light shone brightly, and the three Mahayana-level magic weapons sparkled so brightly that Feng Shangyin's eyes hurt and tears flowed to the corners of his mouth.
"No wonder, with so many magic weapons protecting him, no wonder the formation couldn't hurt him... So that's how it is."
Feng Shangyin was envious and jealous. He opened his mouth and said that the treasure was covered in dust, and closed his mouth and said that only the destined one could get it. He stepped into the formation diagram, and the ten fingers of his hands danced into shadows, casting one talisman after another.
There are five colors facing the sky, turning into a dragon stretching for thousands of miles, and the dragon's mighty power stirs up the turbulence in the void.
Sweeped and annihilated by the demon-slaying sword;
There are eight trigrams that rotate the portal of life and death. Heaven, earth, wind, thunder, water, fire, mountain and marsh outline a realistic small world, and the four images are reversed with the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.
He was knocked over by a brick from Fantianyin.
Feng Shangyin's chin was blurred with tears due to greed. He raised his hand and slapped his forehead. The false consciousness eye between his eyebrows opened. He raised a long sword in his hand, put on the Bagua heart-protecting robe, jumped into the formation and slashed Lu Bei.
The sword lights were divided into eight directions, each representing one of the Eight Trigrams. They slashed down from the eight directions, and when combined, they reversed the Yin-Yang Avenue.
Seeing this, Lu Bei was not in a hurry and bowed sideways: "Please turn around, baby!"
The light hovered and flickered for a moment.
Feng Shangyin stood there holding a sword, his Bagua heart protection was shattered, his false eye was bleeding, and there was a thumb-sized blood hole in his eyebrow.
He shook it twice, and his sleepy soul slowly woke up. He looked at Lu Bei with horror: "You, you..."
"Hey, that's pretty impressive!"
"you… "
"Please turn around baby!"
"… "
"Please turn around baby!"
After turning around five times in a row, Feng Shangyin's shaky figure fell down completely, and the long sword he was holding tightly fell down weakly. The Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams Formation Diagram returned to the appearance of a magic weapon and turned into a white light and escaped.
Bang!
Golden light flashed, and Lu Bei held onto the struggling and trembling scroll, smiling slightly: "Don't be afraid, the pain will pass quickly."
A strange force penetrated, wind and thunder surrounded, and the sun burned...
Lu Bei swept away the soul mark on the formation diagram. Although he looked down on this magic weapon and had basically no use for it, he had recently cleared out his inventory and had no choice.
On the other side, Feng Shangyin's soul was severely whipped. He was already seriously injured and lost the perception of the magic weapon. He spat out a mouthful of hot blood and his whole body quickly became weak.
The connection between Mahayana cultivators and magic weapons is far from simple. Taking it away temporarily does not mean taking it away forever, especially for the life-saving magic weapon. Unless Feng Shangyin is dead, Qi Lijing can only watch helplessly after he resurrects.
Lu Bei knew this, and turned to look at Feng Shangyin with a rather unfriendly look on his face: "Hehehe, Senior, you can still breathe!"
Feng Shangyin was terrified, his face as pale as paper. Having witnessed Lu Bei's simple and rough plundering, how could he not know that the little white-haired boy in front of him was unfathomable and was definitely not just someone in the Tribulation Crossing Stage.
A genuine Mahayana monk!
"You, you... who are you?!"
Feng Shangyin screamed at the top of his lungs. Every time Lu Bei took a step forward, he took a step back. As he retreated, he bumped into something in the boundless void.
In horror, he turned around quickly, and the fist mark was infinitely magnified in front of his eyes.
Bang!
Lu Bei sent a straight punch to take away the remaining health, and said dissatisfiedly: "It's only five hundred million, not even enough to fill the gaps between your teeth. You really treat me as a beggar. If it weren't for the poor harvest recently, I wouldn't even bother to earn this little money."
As he spoke, he punched Feng Shangyin in the chest again, raised his hand and smeared bright red, smearing it on his body.
While the blood is still wet, cheat as many people as you can.
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. He grabbed Lu Bei's ankle and said weakly with blood coughing up, "Don't even think about it, devil. I would rather die together with you than let you harm Xiong Chu monks."
"Don't talk nonsense. At most you died a heroic death. How can you say you died together with your enemy?"
Lu Bei continued to show his disdain, crushing Feng Shangyin's soul and body, and then crushing his self-esteem: "Please be more mature and have some self-awareness. You are already in the Mahayana stage, do you still need me to teach you this principle?"
After saying that, he kicked it away.
"Go to hell!"
Feng Shangyin rolled over twice, feeling tired and breathless. Seeing that Lu Bei was ready to trick another person into the trap, he gritted his teeth and took out a scroll from his arms.
"Please ancestor..."
Bang!
Straight punch.
Feng Shangyin:…
"Yes, he is a man!"
Lu Bei retracted his fist and slowly pushed the scroll away. "You seem to be a decent person, and you have some of my integrity and loyalty. I will keep the formation diagram for you first, and return it to you after we agree on the price."
On the scroll, the brushstrokes are sloppy, and a man is raising a cup to invite the bright moon. With a few simple strokes, the painting is freehand and rhythmic, but the shape is intact.
"His painting skills are average, I hope he doesn't publish a book."
Lu Bei took a glance and realized that the person in the painting was probably the founder of Zhenyuan Pavilion. He scanned it with his mind and learned the method of use. He casually put it in his arms without paying much attention.
Just make do with it, it’s better to have something than nothing!
His body shook, his face turned pale, and he covered his chest and fell into the air at the same time as Feng Shangyin.
Two figures fell to the ground. The seriously injured little white-haired man was holding the demon-slaying sword, but he was already at the end of his strength. Feng Shangyin was even worse off. He banged his head on the ground and didn't even wake up.
On both sides, the monks of Xuanlong and Xiongchu all gasped.
Xuanlong: We won the fight... Who is this guy
Xiong Chu: There is actually a cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage who has surpassed a major realm and defeated the Mahayana Stage. The Zhao family of Xuanlong is truly home to many hidden talents!
On the Xiong Chu side, seeing that Little White Hair was in such a miserable state and only a breeze away from falling, many people wanted to take advantage of him.
Shen Ruohai frowned slightly. She received several messages asking for instructions and politely asked her if she had any intention of making achievements. If not, the credit would be shared among everyone.
Before Shen Ruohai could respond, Gu Yuanping beside him suddenly grabbed his wrist tightly.
She looked at him doubtfully and received a cautious and warning look.
"This road is worse than death. Even if you take one step, there is no return. It takes a lifetime to heal."
"???"
Shen Ruohai was full of questions. She and Gu Yuanping had known each other for many years and knew that the other party would not speak nonsense. She came there to support the occasion and had no intention of taking part in the action herself, but when Gu Yuanping said this, she immediately became interested.
Calming his mind and examining him carefully, he found that the little white-haired boy's appearance was not fake and his realm was even clearer. He had reached the fourth level of tribulation and was not a Mahayana cultivator.
That’s right!
"Who's next?"
Lu Bei was staggering with the sword of demon slaying, but he managed to keep his body steady with his tenacious willpower. He waved his hand to stop Zhao Yanye from coming forward, and looked at the Xiong Chu camp with unyielding eyes: "The master of Zhenyuan Pavilion has average means, and his lifelong practice is all about talking. He fell before I even used any strength. Even he can make a great name for himself in Xiong Chu, which shows that you are no better than this. Who will be the next one? Those who are willing to sell their heads are not to be feared. No matter how many come, I won't frown even a brow."
"You arrogant little thief!"
"The madman used a magic weapon to commit a crime. Pavilion Master Feng was not careful for a moment and fell into your trap. I will come to meet you later."
"It's just a demon-slaying sword. Your sword is sharp, but mine is not bad either!"
"Amitabha-"
The Buddhist chant suppressed the whole audience, and Zheng Qing put his hands together and walked out of the crowd: "Master Lu, you are a person with great supernatural powers, and you have already transcended the secular world and achieved immortality. Why do you tease these ordinary people?"