He recognized the master with blood and took the magic weapon back into his body. Lu Chen's heart moved and the scale plate appeared in his spiritual consciousness.

Lu Chen waved his hand quite readily, and the evil demons stacked on the scale plate were erect and their claws were staring, and there was no need to transform evil spirits at all, so the evil surname was completely exposed.

Lu Chen only felt that the inner demon in his heart was affected by a billion evil, with blood, fire, and residual weapons inserted into the vast scorched earth. His soul soared into the sky under the dark sky with thick clouds, almost forcing all his murderous thoughts out of his natal true essence.

"What a great demon, these demons are no worse than the evil demon." Lu Chen was in a good mood.

The evil devil has the same special surname as the evil devil. The bad roots of taking the surname of a person are gathered for tens of millions of years, and are several times more powerful than the Wuyou Soul in the Ghost Realm.

The methods of refining souls and demons are not surprising in the fairy world. Both ghosts and demons are familiar with this path. There is even a saying in Buddhism that sacrifices heroes to the soul and obtains the true master. The two have different paths before.

The evil deed is the bad roots in the surname, such as fierceness, terror, jealousy, hatred, sinisterness, cunning, etc., to form a spirit body full of evil deeds. The Yuanling, using the evil deeds as a means of attacking, the most harmed one is the heart surname of the cultivator, which can make the other party restless in the battle, and even go astray and even be crushed to pieces.

It is extremely difficult to refine souls and demons in the ghost and demon veins. Most masters who are familiar with this path may not be able to refine a demon who completely obeys his orders for thousands of years. Lu Chen got one billion at once, even several times stronger than any kind of demon. It can be said that he has greatly improved his strength.

The scale plate is like a space magic weapon, which can allow billions of creatures to stay honestly on the scale plate. Without Lu Chen's order, it cannot fly even an inch. And the scale rod and weight are extraordinary things, specializing in soul-killing and refining demons. Although it cannot reach the high-level quality of a real king-grade immortal weapon, it can still be comparable to the flying sword of a real king-grade intermediate-grade immortal weapon.

The compassion scale originated from the origin of the most good immortals used to measure the conscience of the cultivator. Those who do not meet the requirements of the most good immortals will remove the evil, eliminate the Nascent Soul, and their souls will be scattered. Therefore, it is known as "compassion".

Lu Chen had almost zero understanding of the "Supreme Immortal", but the quality of the entire scale made him unhappy: "With this scale, with the ninth-level fire infant and the first-level immortal, I dared to kill him."

Although the difference between the ninth-level immortal king and the first-level immortal master is only one level, this level is a very large-scale level, and the difference between heaven and earth, but with the help of the king-grade magic weapon in hand, there is no need to be afraid anymore.

After putting away the Libra, a faint red ring suddenly flashed across his body: "It's good fortune."

"The Supreme Good Immortal? Could it be a person from ancient times. This scale is of good quality and contains fortune. It is worthy of being the most beautiful bridge. I believe that the red ring of creation in the terrifying stream is transformed by the creation of the Supreme Good Immortal, but what kind of fortune is this?"

Lu Chen pondered for a moment, but he could not find the source. He laughed at himself and said to himself: "My cultivation has just entered the Immortal Lord, and his understanding of the Great Dao is only superficial. Now it is a little earlier than merit and fortune."

"The Supreme Immortal has realized the fortune, at least at the level of the Immortal Emperor, or as powerful as the Hidden Emperor."

"boom!"

Just after receiving the compassionate Libra, the thunder roar in the stone gate was heard, shaking the void and shaking, creating a crack. Two space blades that could instantly kill the Immortal Master, Lu Chen flew into the air toward the stone gate.

When Lu Chen first entered the secret realm of Zhuyou Bridge, he realized what magnificence is. All the secret realms he had seen before could not be compared with Zhuyou.

Inside the gate, there was a huge square with no limits surrounded by immortal clouds. Facing Lu Chen, a huge arch bridge, a carved dragon and a phoenix, a tiger and a leopard roaring the moon, and all things are in full bloom. The strong immortal energy is about to rise. Without getting close to the arch bridge, Lu Chen saw the fairy spirit air that seemed to be stone slowly floating in the air, and sometimes changes birds and beasts, soldiers and horses are astonishing as they are, and they are terrifying.

Looking up, Lu Chen felt even wider in his heart, cloudless and high in the sky, with cranes flying and birds singing. Under the sky light and white fog, countless arch bridges crisscrossed, almost like entangled together.

Even Lu Chen’s current cultivation level cannot find out how many bridges there are here?

The open spaces in the secret realms are mainly bridges, and the types of bridges are unimaginable.

Absorbing the rich energy of heaven and earth, Lu Chen suddenly discovered that everything here was polished from top-grade immortal stones, just like there was a top-grade immortal stone mountain carved by a god with an axe.

"Zhuyouqiao, the person who created this secret realm must be an extraordinary god." Lu Chenqiang resisted the idea of ​​killing everyone and rejecting Baoshan as his own. He swallowed his saliva, feeling that his throat was dry and smoking.

Lu Chen was stunned when he was watching. Thunder came closely. Accompanied by the resounding curse in the air, the void trembled violently, and a human-shaped object hit Lu Chen.

Lu Chen was first annoyed that someone disturbed him from observing the secret realm. Just as he was about to raise his palm to press, he suddenly found that the object was a bit erratic and did not have a threatening aura, so he hurriedly gave it to the side.

"Peng!"

The human-shaped object hit the ground hard, but Lu Chen was not wrong. The person who hit him was indeed a person. To be precise, he was a monk who had just died of energy and had his soul wiped out.

"What happened?" Lu Chen's heart moved and he stepped onto the Zhuyou Bridge.

After crossing several bridges of secluded bridges, Lu Chen saw many people gathering together in groups of three or three, some of whom were back to their backs, looking very cautious, while others stood on the bridge, pressing the railing with a confused look on their faces, staring at the distance in a daze.

The exiled priest, Yu, Qingxue... and others were scattered and did not gather together. They all stood in the front position, looking at the countless immortal bridges in front of them solemnly.

Seeing Lu Chen following him, everyone's eyes also changed, with caution and guarding in heavy weight. Some seemed to be afraid that Lu Chen would suddenly attack him, so they deliberately hid in other places and kept a distance.

Lu Chen directly ignored the actions of these people, found an unmanned fairy bridge and fell down, and observed the ghost bridges up close.

The fairy bridge made of top-grade immortal stones is so rich that even Lu Chen dared not imagine that the bridge body is as strong as a king-grade magic weapon. The carvings on each bridge are lifelike, and it seems that they are about to jump out of the bridge as if they are alive.

"Hmm? What is this?"

Walking on the fairy bridge, every step Lu Chen felt like he was stepping on the soft floating clouds, and the mist was surging under his feet. When he looked closely, he found that he was not falling to the ground.

There seems to be a diaphragm between the soles of the feet and the bridge body, blocking the contact between the monk and the bridge body.

Similarly, Lu Chen raised his head toward the monks who held the bridge railing with his hands. Their hands kept a thin and unaware gap with the railing.

In other words, the hidden bridges cannot be touched.

As he walked, Lu Chen's heart became more dull, as if the more he walked towards heaven, the more complex and profound the principles of the great way between heaven and earth became. A person's cultivation level could not reach and could not comprehend the true way. The more he walked up, the more he would be unable to support the feeling of fatigue and hard work. It would be possible that he would directly cause internal injuries.

Starting from the fairy bridge below, Lu Chen climbed five or six immortal bridges. Before he could catch up with the nine masters of Zhou Xitu, he felt chest tightness and shortness of breath. The supreme immortal technique in the sea of ​​consciousness was repeatedly running. Every time he took a step higher, he felt pressed tightly by a big hand, but when he took a step forward, his mood improved slightly.

Before entering the door, Lu Chen's mood did not improve much. Perhaps the evil demon was the first of the evil deeds in the three realms and six realms. Not to mention hundreds of millions, even billions of dollars may not be able to absorb the sympathy of the Libra. Instead, it provides Lu Chen with an endless evil deed. However, his mood was not as fast as others.

So when he stepped onto the Immortal Bridge, Lu Chen found that his mood was improving very quickly. With just a few immortal bridges, he was about to reach the bottleneck of the fifth-level Daoqian Realm.

Soon, Lu Chen stepped onto the eighth fairy bridge, located on the eighth floor, where the fairy bridge was buried in the clouds. There were also many fairy bridges of the same height on both sides of the left and right. Thousands of monks looked plain and plain by the magnificent fairy bridge, and there were not many.

For some reason, Lu Chen saw the ban Ji, Qingxue, Yu, and several other masters holding Zhou Xitu, each of them was a fairy bridge, staring tightly at the top.

Qingxue gritted her teeth and stepped onto the ninth fairy bridge with lotus feet, reaching the highest height for everyone. The clouds and mists surged, covering her figure in the mist, and even Lu Chen and others could not see what was happening inside.

Lu Chen also stopped. He could see that these people were blocked by the ninth-height fairy bridge.

After a moment, a slight tremor was heard, and then the sky and earth clouds and mist were torn open and the purple lightning flying sword flew out of the air. Everyone was shocked to see that Qingxue escaped from the clouds and mist in great panic. There were still blood on the corner of her mouth, her face was pale and her hair was messy. She took a few steps out of nowhere and landed on the immortal bridge where the banished ruler was, leaning half-rely on the bridge, gasping for breath.

"Failed." Everyone shook their heads in a discouragement. Qingxue's cultivation level reached the eighth level Immortal Lord, and her immortal skills were passed down to Chang Zi, which was no less than the ninth level masters present. Her failure made this journey come from the masters who believed that their cultivation level had the strongest.

After two thousand years, exploring Zhuyouqiao actually made this person who reached the ninth level of the Immortal Lord two thousand years ago extremely painful. After all, if you practice hard for two thousand years, you can completely enter the realm of the Immortal Lord. However, if you reach the Immortal Lord, you will not be able to enter Zhuyouqiao. If you have any treasures in it, you will naturally not get them.

Therefore, in recent years, all the masters at the Nine-level Immortal Lord level stopped practicing and devoted all their energy to immortal techniques and magic weapons to improve their strength, so that after two thousand years, their cultivation has not improved much.

On the other hand, Qingxue is different. She, who reached the level six immortal king two thousand years ago, made up her mind to practice hard after facing Lu Chen’s defeat several times. But now she is a peak Immortal Lord master at level eight, only one step away from a level nine master.

"What is above?" Lu Chen didn't know what happened. After all, it was covered by clouds and mist, so they couldn't see what Qingxue had met.

When everyone asked about the question, everyone looked at Qingxue.

Qingxue, who had a pretty face, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The first-level Buddha Lord, an immortal magic that he had never seen before."

"Amitabha." Qingxue had just finished speaking, and a Buddha's name was heard not far away. He was originally a masked master. This man suddenly unveiled his mysterious veil and revealed a thin bald and round face.

"It turned out to be Wen Jiatian Buddha from Puye Temple, who has long been famous." Everyone sighed when they recognized this person.

"All the fairy friends are right." Wen Jia looked at Qingxue: "Immortal Friend Qingxue, do you still remember the Buddha's immortal skills?"

Qingxue thought about it and learned it several times based on memory. Wen Jia's eyes suddenly showed a shocked look: "This is impossible. The Miluo Heavenly Seal Method is the secret that the ancient Buddha has not been passed down. There are very few people in Puye Temple and even the Buddhist temple. How could the ancient Buddha's immortal method appear here?"
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