"Dou Lin?"

Lu Chen has heard of this familiar name. The devil in the Demon Sea is not very strong and has a very famous reputation. This person has nine kinds of wind and thunder magic techniques, and is often hung by Bai Xiaodao on his lips. They are several immortal techniques that Bai Xiaodao dreams of, and have always been his regret.

Knowing that the person who came was very skilled, Lu Chen did not dare to be careless. His cross-legged body bent up like a big bow, and his whole body bounced out quickly with lightning speed.

"Swoosh!Swoosh!"

After the Jun Lei Sword was first released, it turned into four sword lights and cut into the four main orifices of Dou Lin. The main weapon sword light pointed directly at the opponent's purple palace soul.

In fact, Dou Lin had just entered the formation. One day before, he saw the people of Zhechi rushed in, so he had to enter the formation to observe. Unexpectedly, he encountered a group of masters from the Immortal Continent. After several conquests, he realized that the man had all liked the Black Mushroom in his hands, so he killed one after another, and dragged it all day.

Anything could happen at the battle scene. Dou Lin was originally in a hurry to go in and grab the Benyue Baojing and Wu Ming Tie, but as the cultivators gathered more and more, the ultimate killing formation was amazing, Dou Lin, who was suspicious in his surname, came in one day late.

He was lucky. Feng Baili master was running the formation. He had also found someone coming in, but in order to help Bai Xiaodao and Xiao Luan turn the formation, he didn't care much about this person. He didn't expect that he found the formation directly, and happened to see the body of the exiled clan being damaged, which also made him see the Imperial God Pot.

Compared to the exiled ruler, the Imperial God Pot is more useful in Dou Lin's eyes. Although he knew that he could not have the Imperial God Pot, he could get a lot of benefits by snatching it and handing it over to Chen Gu. Therefore, Dou Lin ignored the life and death of the Imperial God Pot at all, and then took action and stared at Xiao Luan, who held the Imperial God Pot.

Dou Lin was fast, and Xiao Lun was not slow either. After collecting the eight magical powers of creation, Xiao Lun was not panicked at all when he saw the arrival of the demon hand. Perhaps because of the hard work of hard work in order to avenge over the years, his body movements were faster than eleven years ago. Dou Lin held his palm. After a brief shock, before the other party's powerful magic power that was as strong as the Demon Lord's cultivation poured in, Xiao Lun immediately turned into a top and started to spin on the spot. At the same time, a big hand slapped Dou Lin's waist Qiankun bag.

Dou Lin looked surprised. When he saw the sword light flying over, he knew it was an extraordinary treasure. He looked happy and raised his right hand and grabbed Jun Lei, but he was not wary of Xiao Luan's hand.

"Swish!"

The silver claw light swept across Dou Lin's waist, and the Qiankun bag fell into Xiao Luan's palm at the first time. Then the bent claw shadow swept Dou Lin's body with the momentum. The demonic energy fairy aura was immediately cut out by the sharp silver light. The claws penetrated the fairy aura and forced Dou Lin's robe from his right waist to his left waist. Half of the robe fell off.

"Junior, do you dare?"

Dou Lin grabbed Xiao Luan's hand tightly, and a ferocious look suddenly flashed through his face. Before he got the imperial devil pot, he asked someone to touch his Qiankun bag. Moreover, the other party only had the cultivation level of the eighth-level Daluo Jinxian, so he was embarrassed.

Angry and shocked Dou Lin slapped Xiao Luan with his palm on his head. Xiao Luan was so miserable that his powerful palm was pressing against him, and bloodshot was spreading along the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Lu Chen was thundering, and Jun Lei's swords seemed to be ghosts, roaring around Dou Lin, and the sword light slid and hit Dou Lin's palm, with the blade force extremely sharp.

At a critical moment, Lu Chen arrived and used Jun Lei’s two swords to dissolve the opponent’s palm power. Xiao Lun was spared from his death.

“Save it…”

Lu Chen rolled up his kick, took advantage of the opportunity to kick sideways, and kicked Dou Lin's wrist.

"Bang!"

Dou Lin did not expect that the force on Lu Chen's feet was so strong that the field was so strong that it felt sore and numb. In the pain, Dou Lin subconsciously relaxed his hands. Xiao Luan hurriedly took the opportunity to escape and escape to the distance.

"roar!"

Facing Lu Chen, Dou Lin's astonishment had not yet dissipated from his heart. He only heard the roar of the shocking beast, which made Dou Lin's ears tingle. Then, a white light flashed on Lu Chen's body, and a magic body with a blue-textured and white-haired face flew out from his body and hit his chest.

"Bang!" Another powerful impact was made, and Dou Lin kept retreating. He felt that the two old fists were faster than lightning, as heavy as iron hammers on his body. In a short while, Dou Lin was hit by more than a dozen punches.

The situation is complicated, but everything happened in the moment of lightning. Lu Chen went from sacrificing his sword, kicking his wrist, and then releasing his "blister teeth", and used the beast god Qilin arm immortal technique to pour the Yuanli into his old fist, and blasted out a total of sixteen punches. Dou Lin had no chance to reflect at all. He was beaten to vomit blood and flew backwards, retreating three or four hundred meters before stopping.

"Ph." Dou Lin, who retreated to the distance, looked at Lu Chen and Xiao Luan coldly, and spat out a mouthful of thick blood.

"Doll, I underestimate you."

At this time, Dou Lin still didn't want to find out that the two younger generations who had not reached the Xuanxian had the strength to repel themselves and find a way out for themselves.

In fact, Dou Lin did underestimate the enemy, but it was not as accurate as he expected. After Lu Chen refined the Immortal Lord Fire, he reached the ninth level of Luo Qian Mirror. The nine Yuanying in his body was no weaker than the Demon Lord master. The reason why he showed weakness in front of Dou Lin and others was that he had not yet integrated the fire element that had been refined in eleven years through battle.

After a moment in the formation, Lu Chen's strength was naturally consolidated. Even if he was asked to face Dou Lin directly, he would not be afraid. On the contrary, he was confident that with the help of the ultimate killing formation, he would keep all the masters who dared to enter the formation and crush their bones and ashes.

"Old thing, if you don't go in the sky, you don't have a way to go, and if you have no way to break in, you are seeking death." Lu Chen said in a low voice, standing side by side with Xiao Luan. In the hands of the two, one was holding the soul of the banished ruler and the other was holding Dou Lin's Qiankun bag.

Dou Lin then realized that his Qiankun bag had lost contact with his mind. After a stunned expression, he shouted in surprise: "Are you Wukong Boy?"

Xiao wiped the blood on the edge of the corner of his mouth and laughed, "It's your grandfather, I."

"Bold, ignorant boy, he was arrogant after practicing several immortal techniques. The ancestor was just careless just now. Just because of you, you are not my opponent. Hand over the exiled ruler and the imperial pot quickly. I may spare your life."

Dou Lin, who recovered, was confident. In his opinion, Lu Chen was just caught off guard just now, and he still had many moves that he had not used.

"Damn it, you just entered the Demon Lord for a few days, so you dared to come here to be a big guy, and don't look at where this place is." Xiao Ran was so painful that he was scratched by Dou Yizhang. Now his anger was not yet gone. Seeing that Dou Linyi was always doing his best, he immediately curled his lips and started cursing.

Xiao Luan has been very angry in recent years, and is much more temper than when Lu Chen first met him. In the past, he only had a few sarcastic words, but now he is so ugly that he scolds him. Anyway, Dou Lin and Zhui Chi are all the same thing, so it's better to relieve the anger by the way.

Lu Chen glanced at Xiao Luan and laughed secretly. When he heard his scolding, Lu Chen no longer worried: This is Xiao Luan. Pang Gang's death revenge has troubled him too deeply in the past eleven years and has hindered his cultivation. Now, the boy Wukong has finally come back.

As Lu Chen said, Xiao Lun, who was revenged with great revenge, was even more arrogant and domineering when he replied to his original surname. Lu Chen didn't know whether Pang Gang's death was a blessing or a disaster for Xiao Lun. However, at present, Xiao Lun's mood had a vague breakthrough. It would be impossible for long to reach the ninth level of the Daluo Golden Immortal, or even the Xuanxian.

"Dou Lin, come and save me quickly. The Demon King will definitely not treat you badly." Zhechi called loudly. Now he can only place all his hopes on Dou Lin.

When Dou Lin heard this, he was very contemptuous. He didn't take the life and death of the throne in his heart, but he didn't show it. He stared at Lu Chen and Xiao Lun coldly. Dou Lin laughed wildly and said, "Haha, since you want to die, don't blame my ancestors for being merciless. Take the call."

Demonic energy surged from his mouth, and Dou Lin broke through the air.

Lu Chen and Xiao Lun were prepared for it. Seeing Dou Lin flying over, they separated from each other without saying a word. Xiao Lun made a gesture in his hand and lit a piece of talisman paper to sacrifice it to the air. The yellow sword among the six swords of Killing Immortal Killing in the air suddenly lit up a dazzling light.

"Datu Taiyue, kill..."

With a sharp finger, the formation danced wildly, and the Haoran giant sword began to change, one zhang, two zhang, three zhang...ten zhang, the giant sword changed from about zhang to a giant sword of more than ten zhang in the blink of an eye, like a sky peak falling from outside the nine heavens, and just fell in front of Dou Lin.

"boom!"

A loud bang came out, and the giant sword pierced several feet underground, blocking Dou Lin. Then thousands of yellow sword lights and shadows flew out brightly from the giant sword, turning into a sword rain all over the sky to attack the demon king Dou Lin.

This large formation combines Feng Baili's formation cultivation over the past hundred years, and uses the top-grade mid-level immortal sword as the main killer weapon, with its amazing power that is unpredictable. Not to mention anything else, even the sword is not something that the first-level demon king can resist.

The sword edge passed by, hundreds of swords turned into thousands of swords, and thousands of swords turned into thousands of swords. It seemed that only the yellow sword existed between heaven and earth. The sword light dance was airtight, and in the blink of an eye, the demon king Dou Lin blocked the area of ​​only a hundred feet in a radius.

This time, Dou Lin's face finally changed. He only now realized that he had ignored the existence of the ultimate killing formation. The giant sword came quickly and had no flaws. The old demon rushed left and right and was in a mess.

The formation is one way, and it takes the power of heaven and earth, and uses the great way to increase its power. It is possible to find the right time, place, and people to set up a killing formation. There are not many flaws. Even if there are, the trapped ones must know the way of formation, understand the way of formation, find the way of life, and find the gate of life to escape. Furthermore, unless you use the power of the ** to break through and use the overwhelming cultivation to eliminate the people of the main formation, you can escape and ascend to heaven.

Dou Lin in the formation did not have much more cultivation than everyone else, and secondly, he only had the best way to fight against the Taoist and one method. In his eyes, the ultimate killing immortal formation naturally became flawless and impeccable.

Seeing that Dou Lin was trapped in the formation and could not escape for a while, Lu Chen smiled slightly, looked at the soul of the exiled ruler, and joked: "Exiled ruler, you really want to leave, right?"

Looking at Lu Chen's laughing expression, the shaking priest couldn't help feeling chilled, but he nodded and said, "Lu Chen, let me leave, our grudges will disappear in one fell swoop. Not only that, after you come to the sea of ​​demons, I will give you whatever you want."

"You are very generous." Lu Chen sighed, pretended to think about it, and sighed: "Oh, okay, seeing you are so pitiful, I will give you a ride."

"You really let me go?" Wu (8) was stunned when he heard this, and then was ecstatic.

"Of course, let's go." Lu Chen smiled, grabbed his soul, threw it hard, and threw it into the yellow sword formation.

"Exiled ruler? Do you want to leave? Go to death..." Xiao Luan, who moved the yellow sword and cooperated with the operation of the formation, saw the soul of the exiled ruler immediately, and without saying a word, he divided dozens of sword lights and threw them towards him.

"Lu Chen, are you slandering me?" The banqi then reflected the final meaning of Lu Chen sending him a journey.

"Haha, if you don't have any yin, who will you be so ugly? We will regret it endlessly." Lu Chen waved at the yin ruler with a desperate look on his face, and then the sword shadows of the yin ruler were overwhelmed by the sky, strangling the soul of the yin ruler to pieces.
Chapter completed!