Chapter 940 Divine Sword
Shrine.
Inside the palace.
Luo Tianfeng was in a good mood.
He finally got the kid on his side.
More importantly, Luo Manping sent two more holy corpses, namely Fa Wang Lin, one of the ten Dharma Kings, and Murong Jing, the leader of Luo Tianpeng's four hall masters.
Plus Luo Tianxiao, one of the four hall masters killed by Cui Gu.
As long as he can refine it, he can regain his former strength.
"Blood Refining Magic Scripture!"
Luo Tianfeng circulated the magic scripture to refine battle blood.
His youthful body, spirit, and aura are getting stronger and stronger.
Originally, he could only display the strength of the Xusheng, but now he has basically returned to the level of refining. It is a pity that Murong Jing is not a member of the Asura clan, otherwise the effect would have been better.
Two hours ago.
He suddenly felt the consumption of mana in his body, and thought that Luo Manping and Tu Shanjun had encountered a strong enemy, but unexpectedly it was Murong Jing.
Luo Tianfeng was not worried.
With Luo Manping's strength to take care of the soul flag, when Luo Manping and Tu Shanjun join forces, the Great Sage with average strength cannot be their opponent.
It's just that this mana consumption is too much.
I don’t know what method Tu Shanjun used.
Luo Tianfeng did not pursue it. Sitting cross-legged on the throne, he activated his magic power to refine the battle blood.
The blood from all directions flooded his world like a sea.
The pressure of the great world was on him, his bones creaked and twisted, and his flesh and blood were endlessly tempered by the terrifying blood power, making his complete body like a crystal body.
The skin feels like the earth is breathing slowly.
The endless blood power condensed into the purest vitality, which his internal organs began to circulate and absorb.
The restless body became calmer and calmer, but the awe-inspiring coercion that bloomed seemed like the resurrection of the sacred.
At this moment, Luo Tianfeng was undoubtedly experiencing an unspeakable disaster.
The blood of the Three Saints watered this body's long-sleeping vitality, just like using endless electric shocks to revive the frozen body.
This was done while he was awake and led by himself.
However, he was not defeated by such a disaster. Instead, his shriveled and silent body gradually burst out with the power it should have, driven by his complete remaining soul under the support of Luo Yangwu's soul and the soul flag.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Luo Tianfeng opened his eyes, and his body glowed with radiant light.
Outside the palace.
The formation is isolated.
A melodious voice came: "Report to the leader."
"The King of Heaven invites the young leader to the blessed land of Asura."
"King Zuo Tianfeng? It seems he won." Luo Tianfeng murmured softly. There was no surprise in his eyes, and he was not surprised that Luo Tianpeng ended everything so early.
With his help and the help of those seven people, it would be strange if Luo Tianpeng couldn't quickly take down the elder of the Qian clan.
Luo Tianfeng couldn't help but laugh.
He just felt that Luo Tianpeng was too impatient, but just after clearing out the stubborn old faction of the Gan clan, they couldn't wait to take action against him.
…
Time goes back several hours ago.
Because Luo Manping and Tu Shanjun wanted to explore the Dharma in the shrine, they opened the bead curtain with the injection of magic power, and what they saw was the empty interior of the shrine.
The interior is spotless except for a lotus pedestal, which is the futon that is supposed to hold the statue of the god.
Other than that, there is nothing.
Something was obviously wrong with the way Luo Manping looked at Tushanjun.
He looked at Tushanjun and hesitated to speak.
Tu Shanjun looked confused, and even felt a chill on his back.
If there is no Dharma sitting in it at all, then who made the cold snort after the Huzhong Taoist body was completed? Not to mention that just now he used it to draw out a pale palm.
He fell into deep thought: "The shrine has a form, but there is no form, and the heart has no form, and the Dharma has a form."
After all, he expected that the person sitting in the shrine was an ancient emperor.
Still looking forward to seeing ghosts and gods sitting cross-legged in the shrine.
Or maybe looking forward to sitting in it.
Did you really not see it?
Tu Shanjun asked himself.
He opened his eyes again.
He saw it.
Saw myself.
He saw Luo Manping carrying the soul flag beside him.
Like an emperor overlooking the world of mortals.
Riding in the chariot, thousands of ghosts and ghosts dragged Luan Yu. He saw a lot through the bead curtain, but he did not lower his head to look at the body sitting cross-legged in the shrine.
He no longer needs to see what his Dharma appearance looks like.
"Fellow Taoist, you still have to be sincere." Luo Manping thought that Tu Shanjun didn't want to show him what his Dharma Appearance looked like, and he wouldn't have any objection if he refused from the beginning. He agreed and concealed his Dharma Appearance like this. He was really not a gentleman. should be made.
Tu Shanjun did not explain, but asked calmly: "Can't fellow Taoist see it?"
"what did you see?"
"Dharma."
"Where?"
"Right there."
As he spoke, Tushanjun pointed at the empty futon.
Seeing that what the other party said was so sincere and not like a lie, even the great sage Luo Manping couldn't help but feel a chill in his back, shuddered, and said in a deep voice: "I didn't see any Dharma signs from this shrine. Still. Don’t worry about this, just send the body back and move on.”
After dissipating the sky formed by the condensed evil energy of karma, Tushanjun jumped into the soul flag.
…
Broken peaks.
Cross the mountains.
The sun and moon cover their own figures here, the heaven and earth are obscured by the blood, and the Blessed Land is full of ruins, as if they have experienced a war that can destroy the world.
No, not like it, but just experiencing it.
Luo Tianpeng, who was walking in the air, was wiping his sword.
That is a magic sword.
pure white.
As beautiful as a piece of jade, it is a real magic weapon.
Divine Sword Crystal Soul.
Luo Tianpeng, holding the magic sword, is like an ancient god of war, his holy power rising into the boundless sky.
Under his eyes, the earth crept down and exposed its chest, as if the creatures on the ground had completely become his people, radiating with the divine light of the Holy King.
The pinnacle of saints is the saint king.
Since killing Luo Tianfeng, Luo Tianpeng has completely completed his transformation.
His magic sword can cut through anything.
What he held in his hand was not a sword, but a way of domination.
They are the soldiers of the Holy Lord, with the Great Religion at the forefront. Once wielded, the heaven and earth will be darkened, and everyone will surrender wherever they go.
With one strike of his sword, he could travel thousands of miles and soar ninety thousand miles. No one could resist his magic sword, and no one could stop him from ascending to the position of leader.
Luo Tianpeng looked at the seriously injured figure opposite him.
He was an old man, he looked thin and withered, his cheeks were sunken, and his long beard and long hair seemed like a burden.
Luo Tianpeng looked at the vast blessed land and the endless Great Sect, and said calmly: "Why does the elder of the clan have to stir up troubled waters? You have already had great success when you were young."
"It's time to make way."
"Even my sworn brother has gotten out of the way, so why are you blocking me?"
"It's a waste of the great teaching's foundation."
Luo Tianpeng's eyes flashed with sadness.
Many people died, all young people, the mainstay of the great religion.
Every death is heartbreaking, and there are many great saints among them. On average, five saints may not be able to produce a great saint, and they are still so young.
The old man of the Qian tribe bandaged the shocking wound on his shoulder that extended to his navel.
His face was pale, but his eyes did not waver at all and he said: "In this case, you shouldn't take action. Since you are heartbroken about the great sect's heritage, it is better not to offend the river and return to your northern land to be the king of heaven, instead of overwhelming the country with powerful troops. Force and coercion.”
Luo Tianpeng looked at the elder of the Qian clan calmly: "Is it my fault?"
"There are many things in this world that I can share with others, but only tools and names cannot be faked by human hands."
"For this, even if you make some sacrifices, it is worth it."
"Old Qian clan."
"Down!"
"You have no chance of winning."
Luo Tianpeng looked condescendingly at the elder of the Qian clan as if he was sure of victory.
The four hall masters, five masters, and 12 deputies he brought with him were enough to compete with the elders of the Qian clan. With the addition of Gusu Cuiguang and other seven members from the leader, after stabilizing the wallflowers and wavering ones, he could fully rely on his strength The crushing force completely eliminated the stubborn forces.
Without the elders of the Qian clan, the clan elders association will exist in name only from now on.
After he rectifies the sect and kills the old king, the great sect will be completely under his control.
In his opinion, Luo Tianfeng was brave and resourceful but lacked generosity and tolerance. He was a headstrong man who would end up like this sooner or later. He was just promoting it in advance.
The elder of the Qian clan sneered: "You are not as good as Luo Tianfeng."
The implication is that even if all the agencies are exhausted, Luo Tianpeng does not have the strength of Luo Tianfeng.
Who is Luo Tianfeng, the leader of the great religion?
When Luo Tianfeng was alive, the northern and southern realms were taught obediently by his mace, and even the foreign races around him shunned him. Not everyone can achieve this strength, and not everyone can become the leader that everyone recognizes.
Luo Tianpeng, who was holding the knife, was furious.
He originally planned to persuade him to surrender, but he no longer held back.
Shoot faster.
Also more ruthless.
"die!"
The sword in the sky cuts through ancient and modern time like a moon.
It also left the old man of the Qian clan who could barely hold on, with his body and head in a different place.
The elder of the Qian clan did not expect that he would be defeated so completely and so quickly.
He underestimated Luo Tianpeng's determination.
Now it is too late to bring in the Old Heavenly King for balance, but he did not sit still and wait for death. Instead, he escaped into the void and wanted to escape to the Southland.
He is no match for Luo Tianpeng, not to mention that there is a top sage who can provide assistance to Luo Tianpeng. Now he can only seek help from the old king.
Just when he was about to escape, a blue-black shadow covered the sky.
"who?!"
The violent shouting was like thousands of thunders gathering together and exploding.
Not only that.
A shocking light of the supreme divine sword is already close at hand.
In an instant, people are drowned.
Keng!
The tall figure of Heng Bing in front of him suddenly hit the edge of the great world behind him.
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
The pole weapon in his hand was cut with a shocking crack.
Tu Shanjun, who was in the soul flag, was also severely injured.
With this slash, even the peerless holy weapon's soul flag was almost split into two halves.
Tushanjun inside the banner spit out blood, and the black and red blood turned into evil energy. He stared at the person who opened the magic sword with his eyes full of solemnity: "Is this the top great sage?"
"It's just a knife!"