The four elders of piano, chess, books, and painting were neatly arranged and stopped their bodies in the air. They reached out and rubbed Kuser's eyes almost at the same time, not for anything else, but for everything in front of them was really incredible.

"Lu Chen, I won't be a human being if I don't tear you apart today." Huang Qingzhu suffered two heavy blows. Not only did she lose face, but she was beaten with blood and squirted by Lu Chen, and the murder became even more intense. However, he obviously did not notice the change in the situation on the field. When he flew out of the gray fog in the mountain stream, he stayed in mid-air like an electric shock.

"The true body of Dharma images? Three Dharma bodies?" Huang Qingzhu thought that his old eyes were blurred and misread. She rubbed her eyes hard like the four elders of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and found that everything in front of her was actually real...

The endless black fire boiled to the sky, and a sea of ​​fire nearly tens of feet emerged with Lu Chen as the center. This fire exploded in the sky, burning a dark fire in the sky.

Just in the middle of the sea of ​​fire, Lu Chen resisted a huge black hammer full of all things, with golden light flowing, and was scanning the audience with a grim smile. His arrogant demeanor seemed to be a god of killing, shocking the world.

In front of the sea of ​​fire, the three true bodies of Dharma images with different shapes and spirits slowly stepped out, just like stepping on the wave of fire, with momentum surging.

The left-handed "Thunder King" with only one animal skin trousers, revealing his strong and strong upper body, with clear muscles and a height of more than three feet. With the long hair dancing, the thunder snake winds and covers the whole body, full of explosive power. His face is full of ferocious and war-loving expressions. The waning moon, which is sometimes bright and sometimes dark, emits purple cold light, is even more affecting the thunder of heaven and earth, and is used by himself. At that moment, the sky and the earth seem to be bordered, and are connected by a ball of lightning...

The central "cold frost" has a handsome face, but this face emits a biting coldness. Even if it is burned by the sea of ​​fire, the black fire cannot get close to the "cold cold". It is several feet away from its side, forming a circle of black halos. Inside the halo is the peerless cold current that can make people tremble. Walking with both hands, the top magic weapon tower moves with its body, like a dexterous personal slave, with a heavy black flower lingering.

The two magic bodies were enough to shock the world, but the momentum and pressure emitted by these two magic bodies made many monks present feel tight and short of breath and kept retreating.

At this time, the leaders of the five sects and three tribes, and the leaders of the major sects could not suppress their inner horror. They stood up from the throne, flew away from the clouds, staring at the extremely impossible scene from afar. The wings behind the leader of the Demon Crow had opened at some point, radiating a dazzling purple and blue color. Such a momentum confrontation was not because Lu Chen was the enemy, but because the Demon Crow developed a fear from the bottom of his heart, and he developed a sense of guarding.

"Isn't Lu Chen the heir of Xuanwu? The Xuanwu clan is a single earth spiritual root inheritance. Why does it control the two spiritual roots of thunder and water? What's going on with fire?" Asking this question was panicked, and then surprised, turning to the nine fans.

Jiufan was so angry that he was defeated by Lu Chen at the beginning, and he had always been aiming to surpass Lu Chen and defeat Lu Chen. For this reason, Jiufan had asked about Lu Chen a lot, and the one who thought he knew Lu Chen the best was his Jiufan. At this moment, he found that he knew too little about Lu Chen.

The three Dharma bodies represent the meaning of the obvious, which shows that Lu Chen has at least three Nascent Souls.

If a monk has a Nascent Soul, he will be regarded as an immortal. One is already at his limit. How terrible will it be for three?

Nine Fans had no answers, could not answer, and had no time to answer. Because at this moment, the third Dharma body emerged from the center of the sea of ​​fire.

It was a man wrapped in a black robe. He lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly. His face and expression were covered with hoods. The man inserted his hands into the sleeves of the left and right robe, picked up his chest. While floating out, he did not have the momentum of the five elements spiritual roots, but it was even more shocking. It was just because the magic body was flowing around the Ghost Sect's Immortal Art and the Cold Ghost Aura.

It seems that he is proving his identity or being able to integrate into this black sea of ​​fire. When the man in black appeared from the sea of ​​fire bit by bit, huge black holes appeared on his body, and gloomy ghosts flew out from above his head with sharp and harsh howls. Ten thousand ghosts devoured souls, and terrifying ghost energy occupied most of the sky. In the center of the thousands of ghost faces, a dragon soul sword roared out with a dark and deep red light.

The third method: "Ghost Pill"

"Ghost Cultivator?" The Fengdu Ghost Realm's master in the Demon Star let out a sharp roar, and came from somewhere in the clouds. In an instant, he was approaching the "Ghost Pill". There was no murderous aura on his body, only inexplicable questions flowing in his eyes.

About ten feet away from the "Ghost Pill", the man glared and his body retreated. When he turned his gaze to Lu Chen, a trace of respect appeared in his eyes for no reason and asked: "The great way is the most practicable, and there are hundreds of 13 ghost veins. I wonder what kind of practice is this body?"

This question was suspected of the secret of heaven leaking, but Lu Chen smiled slightly, did not hide it, and said, "The achievements come from the underworld."

"Nine Netherworld Art? Nine Netherworld Art?" This man murmured twice, and suddenly realized: "Ah Jie felt inferior to his high-level cultivation with a friend and profound cultivation." Ya Jie hugged his fists, and the cloak on the ghost's face trembled gently, as if he had a bat wing, retreating from the sky. When he waved his hand, he found a large area of ​​smoke. Wherever the ghost energy was shrouded, all the ghost cultivators retreated behind him obediently.

The question and answer were inconsistent with the momentum of tit-for-tat on the court, but no one thought it would be inappropriate. On the contrary, when Ya Jie retreated, everyone's horror impression of Lu Chen deepened a little.

Although Ya Jie is not the most arrogant and powerful person who traverses the immortal realms, he is also one of the rare masters of the mid-stage great tribulation in the Huanchen Star Realm. The 13 methods of practice of the ghost veins can be divided into nine types. What he practices is the seventh earth spring, and the "ghost pill" comes from the ninth in the underworld. In terms of ghost energy, it is the orthodox inheritance of the ghost cultivation lineage. Obviously, Lu Chen's magic body itself is also very strong, and comes from the fallen ancient god.

A strange emotion arose in the hearts of tens of thousands of cultivators, making everyone unable to believe their eyes, and it would be just that they control thunder, water, earth, and fire. Lu Chen's magic body could actually integrate the ghost cultivation technique. What a pervert.

Li Xiu and Sannian looked at each other for a while, speechless for a while. Recalling the judgment just now, their faces suddenly turned red to their necks.

Lu Chen is arrogant and arrogant, and he does have capital. These three Dharma bodies are not weaker than his original deity. Wu Hao stared at Lu Chen in amazement, with a strong admiration and respect to him to the extreme.

"My benefactor is indeed very comparable. It seems that he is outside the Fantasy Star Realm, but he has not used half of his strength." Wu Hao said whispering.

Huang Qingzhu's eyes were filled with shock, and the shock in his heart was heavier than everyone else. After watching for a while, Huang Qingzhu shouted to Huang Lian'er angrily: "Liang'er, quickly send a message back to Taizhou Mountain, transfer all the troops and come to help. This boy must not be kept."

With three Yuanying, everyone knows that Lu Chen is terrible. Such terribleness is not in front of him, but in the future. In just a few hundred years of cultivation, if he can continue to practice, he will be the ancestor of the Huang family, and he will not be able to do anything to Lu Chen. At that time, the word Lu Chen is the nightmare of the Huang family.

"I will never stop until I die..." Huang Qingzhu whispered and suddenly said, "All Huang family disciples obeyed the order and killed this thief without leaving any troubles."

"boom!"

After a command, Taizhou's gold medal shot into the sky. The golden light token suddenly became larger and dazzling like the sun. In the sky above Chilianjue Peak, a second sun seemed to appear.

"Kill!" Lu Chen also yelled softly. The black fire spread out on the bottom of his feet, like a circle of black halos spreading infinitely. The monks shrouded in it suddenly felt a murderous intent pouring into their minds. As soon as Huang Lian'er fell out, he saw hundreds of Huang'er's bodies exploded into blood and scattered into the sky.

"Dao Master is not powerful and thinks I am a sick cat. Huang Qingzhu. Your Huang family is too bullying. Today, I, Lu, thinks that I am from five sects and three tribes. Tens of thousands of monks swear that one day, I, Lu Chen, will destroy your Huang family and will never stop until death..."

"kill!"

Lu Chen blew out an angry words, raised his hand and waved it. The three magic bodies carried lightning, ice swords, and blood-colored mist thunderously rushed into the crowd.

This battle will never end...

"Peng!Peng!Peng!"

Stepping on the ice river, "cold cold" took the lead under Lu Chen's command. Suddenly, the ice and frost filled the sky, hanging the entire peak with crystal-like bright silver.

The next moment, the "Ghost Pill" followed closely, and his thin body burst out with power beyond imagination. He stepped on several steps, smashing the peaks to pieces, and countless ice stones flew out. Then his spiritual sense moved, and the blood sword and the ice stone were mixed together, forming a huge storm vortex.

"Blood dances to the galaxy..."

The Broken Star Flowing Stone Array has 3,600 changes. Now the "Ghost Pill" has realized more than 3,200 kinds. It is only 400 kinds that are beyond the supernatural power.

Suddenly, the galaxy shattered, and the space was squeezed out by huge pressure. The hundreds of Huang family disciples and the Huang family monks who were constantly rushing to the scene were all involved in the blood-dance shattering formation. The four elders of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Huang Qingzhu, Huang Zhu, and the other two cultivators from the early stage of the Huang family tribulation were all included.

Fighting alone among the heroes...

Lu Chen's behavior was not to be blinded by anger, but to become famous in one battle and intimidate the enemy. Lu Chen did not intend to stay with the Huang family, but he actually exposes hostility to "death" and he will never retreat.

If you want to fight, you will fight to the end. If you don’t kill you, the Huang family monks will be killed, and you will never give up.

"kill!"

Lu Chen, who was once angry for the beauty, once again became resentful because of the strength of the Huang family. The black heart fire spread out. Lu Chen's eyes suddenly became bright and dark. The sharp look made him tremble in his soul at the glance. How could the Huang family cultivators be the enemy of the middle-stage masters of the tribulation?

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The blood sword flew to the point, and the first target was Huang Zhu. He was the farthest away from the four elders of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He was isolated. The sword light flew past like a thin light. Huang Zhu's eyes were full of horror, and there was no room for reflection. Then he was stabbed into his eyebrows by the sword light transformed from the Dragon Soul Sword.

The red light flew out from the back of his head with a thread of blood, and Huang Zhu's Nascent Soul...

"What? Don't...ah~"

"boom!"

The Nascent Soul was shattered with a bang, and Huang Zhu didn't even take out the magic body and was stabbed to death by Lu Chen's sword.

"Father..." Huang Lian'er was in the back and was circulating with Taizhou Mountain. When she saw this terrifying scene, her heart was broken. She was crying and ran over, but she could not enter the boundless killing zone.

Qin Lao's eyes were condensed (8). Looking at his older brothers, he knew that he could not be careless in this battle. When Huang Zhu died, the four of them were even more angry. Youqin, chess board, magic brush, and ancient paintings were all sacrificed, and it appeared in the sky like a large astrological plate.

"I don't believe him if I kill him, Lu Chen can cover the sky with his hands." Huang Qingzhu roared angrily and raised his sword to kill him.

The clouds that were piercing the storm echoed above the top, echoed in the ears of every monk watching the battle, and echoed in their hearts.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Chapter completed!