Zhu You looked at Nan Xingchen with an extremely ambiguous look, his cheeks were blushing, Qiu Bo's eyes were swollen, Damn, this is obviously love at first sight.

No, no, it was the second time Zhu You had seen a young man. When he was in the courtyard, he chatted for a while.

Lu Chen was so worried that he moved from Di Yun and Long Di to the body, and took a closer look at Nan Moumou, the little white-faced person whose eyes were concentrated in the war...

"You ***, this kid's eyes are a bit erratic."

Not only Lu Chen, but even Zuo Qinghan noticed that Zhu You looked at Nan Xingchen, the latter's gaze was so hiding outside the world. Just look at it. Why are you looking at the ostentatious light?

If something happens, there must be something in it.

Lu Chen blinked confidently and thought about it: "Well! That, if you want to be a human being, this may be a bit difficult. Are you a weapon soul? Why do you want to be a human being?"

"Of course I..."

Zhu You was about to continue talking, but she was not stupid. When she saw the magic and deceitful charm in Lu Chen's eyes, she immediately stopped saying: "If you want to care, do you help or not. If you don't help me, I won't give you the ancient method of Brahma Saint." As she said that, Zhu You couldn't help looking at Chen's side again.

Zhu You thought he was covering up very well, but found that Master Chen took a small step back meaningfully and happened to give up Nan Xingchen.

"Come on, this is definitely done."

Lu Chen slapped his face and laughed: "I'll find a way, little boy, come here."

Nan Xingchen obviously trembled all over, and after thinking for a while, he still came over.

"Brother Lu."

Lu Chen waved his hand: "Stop pretending to be garlic with me. Fairy Zhu You wants to transform into Chengren. Is there any magic medicine?"

"This..." Nan Xingchen's sweat came down, and the delicate face turned red to the base of his neck like a woman.

"Puff!" Zuo Qinghan couldn't help but turn her head aside.

At this time, Le Chen spoke out: "There is a secret recipe called the Yang-Splitting Divine Pill for Taiyi Zhai Collection. It can transform thousands of spiritual objects, shape three souls and seven spirits, and Yuanyang and Yuanyin. However, it requires a Dharma body and the cultivation level cannot be too high, so the gods can do it."

Lechen is not a good bird. It turns out that he listened carefully to the conversation between the younger generations without saying a word, but he has a way to do what others can do.

Sure enough, ecstasy flashed quickly across Nan Xingchen's face.

Damn, there is no problem, I guessed it. Lu Chen thought confidently.

"Let's go back!" Lu Chen was in a good mood. Nan Xingchen, the lonely man, finally fell in love.

...

The little episode on the platform did not cause much trouble. A few heartless people in the Lie Nanshan were abandoned, and the rest of the people were still staring at the battlefield.

The Lifan False Void Formation was indeed extraordinary. After more than an hour of battle, the thirteen masters of the priest realm were lost in half, most of which were killed by the eight major methods. Two masters, the fifth and sixth levels, died under the powerful Heavenly Saint Formation.

For a moment, Lifan's false formation once again became famous in the vast land of Shenzhou, like the Zhongtian...

"The gods die and the Buddha dies, and the evil demons are in the sky. How can the magical powers of my way be able to defeat you, and die..."

The unknown Emperor Yun finally spoke for the first time and said a few words, showing the demeanor of the devil. The monks present were all excited and their blood was rushing.

At this moment, Long Di was covered in blood, the evil way of heaven, and the magic of the dragon were all ancient magical powers and the ancient methods of Brahma Saint, and the power was also amazing. However, the difference between Emperor Moon and Long Di was a world of difference.

Under the evil heaven, Long Di had no power to fight back. The evil heaven demon emperor's fangs showed his ferocious fangs and rushed forward to the heavenly court with both hands.

The monk's heart of the watching monk raised his throat at the same time. At this moment, the battleground was about to be decided.

I saw Di Yun rushing away, pulling the dragon's head with one hand and squeezing the dragon's tail with the other hand. The five-clawed golden dragon dozens of feet long was instantly pulled tightly and straightened by Di Yun's great force. Then Di Yun heard a demon's roar from his throat, and his arms competed with strength...

"Crash!"

The dragon stumbled into two pieces, and the blood fountain like rain sprinkled down, making Di Yun red from head to bottom, and was extremely ferocious.

"Boom! Boom!"

The emperor died and threw the dragon's head into the mountains at the same time, roared to the sky, reached out to hold the dragon's ancient patterns.

Until the moment of death, Long Di still didn't believe that he died so frustratedly in the hands of a magic body. When his ancient patterns turned into a palm-sized dragon, after he felt the grip of Emperor Yun, his resentful face suddenly turned into astonishment...

"You... aren't..."

"puff!"

Without letting Long Di finish his speech, the last half of the sentence became the biggest secret of today's battle. Long Di's divine source turned into blue smoke and soared upwards, and died in a short while.

"Wow!"

Li Nanshan suddenly became chaotic...

"It's so scary. The demon cultivator at the peak of the realm of the lord was actually torn apart. What is this concept?"

"That's a five-clawed golden dragon, just like bare hands..."

"The God of Phantom Sea is worthy of being a top-notch master in the divine world. His moves are still sharp. Before the deity appears, he killed the opponent without leaving any armor. Could it be that he has become the Heavenly Saint?"

As soon as this statement came out, the whispers echoed in the mountains stopped, and countless eyes turned to the tall and ancient tower platform. Lu Chen's smiling face had not changed since his appearance. It was a confident expression, which was enough to make people imagine the whole story.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

At this moment, four loud noises roared, replacing the moment of An Ning above Li Nan Mountain. Four masters of the eighth level of heaven were killed. This time, no powerful ancient Buddhist saint secret technique appeared. However, the power of the Lifan Wangxu formation emerged again.

Four eighth-level masters, under the attack of the Twelve Fallen Squads and the Six** bodies, finally left their ancient patterns in overwhelmingly. As for their physical body, they could never be found again.

"Damn it!"

The besieged Long Qian and Honghu had hundreds of mottled scars on their bodies, and the white bones were clearly visible.

The flesh on Honghu's body was almost scratched by blister teeth, leaving interlaced claw marks on his face.

Long Qian was even more miserable. One of his arms was cut off by the cold and residual blade, and the blood flowed continuously, which showed the power of the first-class Chaos Tianbao.

The Lifan Wangxu formation stopped operating, and the twelve light columns were as eye-catching as ever. The twelve monks led by the eight bodies stood in the position of the twelve earthly branches with a cold face, forming a circular array that surrounded Long Qian and Honghu.

Huang Lin sat on the Silver-winged Kun, majestic. After the reincarnation, this former master of formation, the Wu surname who was still against the will of the heavens, and even Feng Baili's formation was extremely high in cultivation. Feng Baili finally got his wish, because he and Huang Lin studied this formation of the Lifan Tiansheng together. For this reason, he spent more than 40,000 years, and even Lu Chen's preaching sermon did not appear. Such a determined heart was amazing even if his master Feng Zhuyu was surprised.

The cold wind in the Rise Nanshan was howling, and the sharp wind did not diminish. The silent mountains and valleys were filled with indescribable expressions.

Luo Yao Cave dispatched twenty-one masters of the lord realm, and nineteen died in just two hours. What a powerful force this is? Is Lionan Mountain a market? It is clearly a powerful sect that has not been summoned to the world.

The rustling wind blew across the dense forests, with a low and cold, cold and solemn breath that even the pines standing tall all year round could not help but lower their proud heads.

The real Lord of the Risan Mountains on the platform and the famous Craft Emperor, still smiled calmly, relaxedly and calmly, looking different.

However, after seeing the almost irrelevant face, the monks present could not ignore it. This was clearly a confident expression. He didn't even think of these people who entered the realm of honor and had to sneak into the hinterland of Rio Nanshan to cause disasters and patients in a hidden way.

Honghu leaned against Long Qian tightly, and his teeth were bleeding. Feeling the powerful aura of the top of Linan Mountain, he gritted his teeth in resentment, clenched his claws and punched his chest with his fists, making waves of tiger roars that stirred the forest.

"Lu Chen, I'll fight with you."

The red tiger roared and turned into a red-haired giant tiger, with four claws flying in the clouds, and its wings fluttered wildly. It turned out to be an ancient divine beast and a flying tiger with two wings.

"Hiss~"

The sound of sucking cold air came not because the Red Tiger was an ancient divine beast, but because all the monks present could finally see Lu Chen taking action. For them, it seemed that all the wonderful moments in the entire battle were not as strong as expected.

"It's a pity that it's not an ancient beast in the sky."

Standing on the platform, Lu Chen held the railing with one hand, and his eyes were full of disdain. Eighteen years ago, he could compete with the nine peak lords on Zhuyou Bridge, and it would be even easier after eighteen years. Moreover, even if this winged flying tiger transformed, it was only at the level of the eighth level.

Lu Chen raised his hand, and everyone's hearts followed. At this moment, Shu Zhongyu, who was holding the bright mountains and mountains of Youhuang Taishang Lantern, spoke.

"Let Jin Xiu come."

"Um?"

Lu Chen paused his gesture and couldn't help but stagnate. Just when all the monks were deeply confused, a ghost shadow drew a gray rainbow belt in the air at the top of the southern mountain, and strangely killed the Red Tiger with an almost elegant arc.

"choke!"

The echo of the sword being unsheathed among the mountains, which lasted for a long time. This sound was like thousands of ghosts crying, the undead being chanted and the sound drum echoed. All the cultivators subconsciously covered their ears, and even the flying tiger that was halfway through the wings stayed in the air and showed a look of surprise.

"Emperor Soul..." Long Qian was at the peak of the Nine Heavens, and he had a good understanding of ancient methods. Looking at the gray rainbow belt, he immediately gasped.

"The Emperor's Soul...the Art of Death!"

"Chorus~"

Just as Long Qian's low voice fell, thousands of golden lights filled the entire Rionan Mountains...
Chapter completed!