Chapter 168: Sitting on a chair is for immortals, standing up is for demons [Second update, please subscribe]
A heavy breath floats up and down, permeating around the huge origin of the world.
This is not the real world, but an ideological space formed by the original world. Only the plane masters who can come into contact with the origin can appear here.
Lu Fan sat upright in a wheelchair, his white shirt fluttering. He calmly looked at the man in red riding the bright flying sword.
This man looks somewhat like a woman, with his fingers pinched into an orchid shape, and his movements revealing his femininity.
There wasn't much dialogue.
The man in red naturally hated Lu Fan. After all, a trace of his spiritual consciousness was suppressed, but that was fine. What made him hate him the most was that Lu Fan used his spiritual consciousness as a medium to absorb the origin of the world he was in! The origin of the world is the capital for the growth and improvement of a world! How could the man in red not be angry when he was absorbed by Lu Fan like this?
So, when enemies meet, they are particularly jealous of each other.
The man in red didn't bother with Lu Fan too much, he just shouted and started to attack.
Although a trace of spiritual consciousness had been suppressed.
However, the man in red was not afraid at all. After all, this was his home ground.
His full spiritual consciousness has now descended, and it is the spiritual consciousness of a true Jindan realm powerhouse.
This is his confidence.
Not only does he want to wipe out Lu Fan, he also wants Lu Fan to spit out all the origin of the world that he has swallowed!
Boom! The man in red held an orchid in his hand, and the flying sword under his feet immediately flew towards Lu Fan.
The sword energy was everywhere.
The orchid finger trembled, and one sword turned into thousands of swords, so densely packed that it actually felt like thousands of swords were returning to their origin.
Lu Fan didn't want to get too entangled with the man in red.
He needs to comprehend the attributes and characteristics of the original world and transform them into the origin of the Five Phoenix Continent.
Only in this way can the Wuhuang Continent break through the shackles of the world.
thus.
Facing the attacking man in red.
Lu Fan flicked his hand and the Phoenix Feather Sword soared into the sky.
Countless sword energies were crushed by the burning flames.
Lu Fan clapped his hands on the wheelchair.
The body slowly stood up from the Thousand Blade Chair, and then the Thousand Blade Chair changed, and thousands of densely packed sword blades appeared behind Lu Fan.
Lu Fan stood up, and the spiritual energy that originally lingered around him began to change.
Suddenly it changed into monstrous black demonic energy.
The white robe on his body turned into a black robe in an instant, as black as ink.
Holding the Fengling Sword, a ray of black light was actually wrapped around the red Fengling Sword, making it look extremely strange.
Sitting makes you an immortal, standing makes you a devil.
At this moment, Lu Fan stood there holding the sword, like an unrivaled demon king.
The raging devilish flames burned, distorting the space.
The man in red opened his mouth, but the strong pressure made him not know what to say.
"You... who are you?"
The man in red couldn't figure it out.
Why could such a terrifying existence be born in the low-level martial arts world?
This kind of strength is enough to enter the top world of Chinese martial arts.
Boom! Lu Fan swept out with his sword, and countless dark sword beams filled the void.
The man in red kept pinching the orchid, but was crushed into thin air by the sword light and disappeared like foam.
He was crushed once again.
This time, the other party was even more ruthless.
The beating was so severe that he was caught off guard.
There was total silence between heaven and earth.
Only the huge origin of the world was left floating.
Lu Fan came to the origin, put away the Phoenix Feather Sword, and stacked the silver blades into the Thousand Blades Chair again.
Lu Fan sat upright in a wheelchair, his black shirt turning into a white robe, quietly looking at the origin. After he cleared out the man in red, his ears became much quieter, and no one would come to disturb him from comprehending the origin of the world.
With one hand supporting his chin and the other leaning on the wheelchair, lines flickered in Lu Fan's eyes as he comprehended the changes in the attributes of the origin.
Time also began to pass slowly.
…
Bai Yujing gave an order to stop the war for three months.
This has given the world a rare moment of respite.
Three months is neither long nor short, enough time for many unexpected changes to occur.
The whole world is undercurrent, and various forces are quietly developing their own strength.
After all, Longmen is controlled by various forces, and none of them can restrict each other, and the various forces have no intention of destroying and restricting each other.
Because they all knew that in these three months, everyone would live in peace. Even when the soldiers on the sidelines met, they would even nod, rub their hands, and drink wine from each other, because with Bai Yujing's secret order to stop the war, there would be no war.
However, once the three-month deadline is up, the peaceful world will become like a vast ocean under a rainstorm, with raging waves constantly rolling and surging.
At that time, what everyone will compete on is hard power.
Therefore, cultivating practitioners became the most important thing for all forces within three months.
The Xiang Family Army in Xijun, the Nanfu Army in Nanjun, the Black Dragon Guards in the Imperial Capital...
These armies of practitioners have been growing continuously.
Beijun also obtained Longmen, so there is no doubt that it has trained an army of cultivators, but... no one knows how strong Beijun's cultivation army is.
Therefore, during these three months, although no war broke out, spies and agents from all sides were frantically testing the waters.
If we can get enough important information, it will be of great help to our forces in the war three months later.
In addition to the disputes among the temple forces.
The world of martial arts is also changing.
Taoist Pavilion Master Xie Yunling walked out of Beiluo City and announced that he would pass the position of Pavilion Master to Taoist nun Li Sansui.
On this day, everyone in the world came to congratulate.
Many people wondered why the position of Pavilion Master was not passed on to Li Sansi. Although they felt strange, the disciples in the Taoist Pavilion never mentioned the specific reason.
Daoge has a dragon gate, but Jiange does not.
This caused the development of Jiange to lag behind significantly.
Therefore, the leader of Jiange walked out of Zhongnan Mountain and headed towards Beiluo, only to learn that Beiluo's young master Lu was in seclusion.
Of course, although he did not meet Young Master Lu, he did meet his old friend Gongshu Yu.
Out of friendship, Gongshu Yu forged two swords for the master of Jiange.
The method used was from the "Weapon Refining Notes". One sword was called "Chao Ju" and the other sword was called "Bitao". The names of the two swords were taken from two spiritual plants on the island in the middle of the lake.
The "Chaoju Sword" was made with spiritual chrysanthemum petals.
The "Peach Sword" is made of peach petals.
It took thousands of times of hammering with fine iron and special techniques to successfully forge it.
It is said that when the two swords were successfully forged, the spiritual energy on the island in the middle of the lake began to fluctuate greatly.
Sword Saint Hua Dongliu was extremely excited and left with his swords. From then on, these two swords became treasures of the Sword Pavilion.
Jing Yue held the Jingtian Sword and looked at the disappearing Sword Saint Hua Dongliu with complicated emotions.
The Sword Master was so excited about the low-grade yellow spiritual tool refined by Gongshu Yu.
If someone saw the treasures that the young master had refined, wouldn't he go crazy?
…
Great Zhou, the imperial capital.
In the royal garden.
Yuwen Xiu stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a golden cloak. The weather was getting colder, and some of the green leaves in the garden had withered, leaving only bare branches.
There seems to be an undercurrent surging in the turquoise lake water.
Yuwen Xiu stood on the Jiuzhe Bridge, looking at the green pond.
The water in the pond parted to both sides, and a ferocious and rugged black dragon climbed out from it. The gill scales around the black dragon's neck became extremely hideous and terrifying.
There is even a power that can captivate people during the roar.
Yuwen Xiu raised his hand and touched the black dragon's nose.
"It's been almost three months, and the world has been at peace for three months."
"What exactly does Bai Yujing want to do?"
"What on earth is Lu Ping'an thinking about?"
Yuwen Xiu took a deep breath, and the black dragon dived back into the turquoise pond. Looking at the black dragon that flashed by at the bottom of the pond, he exhaled a breath of white air that appeared in the low temperature.
…
Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.
Ning Zhao still stood in front of the Baiyujing Pavilion, holding a cicada-wing sword, silently guarding Lu Fan.
Ni Yu was chasing the chick Xiao Fengyi. The man and the chicken kept going back and forth on the island.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
It did make the cold island in the middle of the lake more lively.
Jing Yue was practicing swordplay. In the icy cold weather, he waded through the Beiluo Lake, holding a sword in his hand and thrusting forward continuously.
One sword could send out sword energy that was hundreds of meters long, forming a white snake in the lake, causing the water to separate and become difficult to heal for a long time.
He became even sharper due to the refinement of his sword power.
Nie Shuang was practicing boxing not far from him, one practicing sword and the other practicing boxing.
"It's been almost three months, Master, you still haven't come out of seclusion?"
Yi Yue, wearing a fleece coat, looked at the second floor of the pavilion shrouded in misty smoke, as if wrapped by a strange power, and couldn't help but speak.
"It is said that immortals retreat without day or night. How can we understand the level of retreat of yours?"
Ning Zhao's white skirt fluttered gently in the wind. She glanced at Yi Yue and said.
However, after finishing speaking, Ning Zhao turned his head and looked at the second floor of the pavilion, his brows also showing a solemn expression.
The three-month deadline is almost up, and if you don’t come out,
The world will really be in chaos!
…
A secret decree from Baiyujing stopped the war for three months.
Undercurrent surges.
The three-month deadline has finally arrived.
The night is so dark that it is hard to breathe.
There was no light in the sky, and dark clouds obscured the stars and the moon.
Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.
Lu Dongxuan sat cross-legged on the bluestone on the island. In front of him, a pot of hot water was boiling and the lid of the pot was constantly flipping.
I took a few tea leaves and threw them into the teapot. The clear water immediately changed color and a tea fragrance wafted out.
Wash the teacup, pick up the teapot and pour out the tea.
Lu Dongxuan stretched out his hand and picked up the teacup steadily, but... the green tea was rippling in the cup.
As if he had sensed something, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky with dim stars.
The gold necklace around his neck seemed to tremble slightly.
He raised his hand and touched the gold necklace around his neck, and each gold tube began to rotate at high speed.
"Has it started?"
Lu Dongxuan put down the teacup in his hand.
He turned his head and looked at the Baiyujing Pavilion behind him, which was shrouded in mysterious mist.
"No wonder the hexagram showed a bad omen... It turns out that it's because... the young master is in seclusion."
In the dark night sky.
Suddenly, four flaming meteors swept past at a high speed, as if tearing a huge hole in the sky.
…
Beijun, Tianhan Pass.
Hundreds of miles of desert.
Sparks fell from the sky and blasted a huge deep pit in the desert, and the sand and rocks seemed to melt.
When the smoke clears.
In the deep pit, burnt objects rolled down, and then new skin was revealed.
A figure crawled out of the pit, wrapped in a black robe.
"I finally became the person I hated the most..."
The figure covered his head, as if in pain. He used to hate those wanderers who invaded the world, but now he has become the type of person he hates the most. The world is so cruel.
He wiped the black dust off his face, revealing a weathered look. The figure looked towards the distant Tianhan Pass, with sand blowing in.
“I can’t help myself.”
The figure whispered.
Then, the figure turned around and walked away from Tianhan Pass.
Outside Xijun.
A desolate plain.
There were also sparks falling from the sky, hitting the earth and causing violent vibrations.
When the smoke clears.
A blond young man in tattered armor climbed out of the pit, stood and looked at the continuous passes of Xiliang, with an evil smile on his lips, he slowly retreated away.
…
During this peaceful period in the Zhou Dynasty, the Five Barbarians outside the Zhou Dynasty began to stir.
For the Western Rong people, with the arrival of the cold winter, they began to gather troops and prepare to attack Tianhan Pass. As long as they could break through Tianhan Pass once, they would be able to pour into the Great Zhou and loot enough food and resources to survive the cold winter.
However, on this day, an uninvited guest arrived outside the Xirong camp.
It was a figure wrapped in a tattered black robe, walking out from the wind and sand.
He said that from today on, he would be the new king of the Xirong people.
The king of the Western Rong was furious. He walked out of the tent, bent his bow and shot three arrows in a row. The Western Rong people were good at riding and shooting, and their arrows were aimed directly at the man in black robe. They wanted to shoot the disrespectful man in black robe through and nail him to death, and feed his flesh and blood to the vultures.
However.
The three arrows stopped when they approached the dirty figure.
It's difficult to advance even an inch.
The eyes of the men in black robes seemed to be filled with sadness and pity.
He took one step at a time, and wherever he passed, all the Xirong people were forced to kneel on the ground due to the enormous pressure.
He came before the King of Xirong with three arrows in his hand.
He took an arrow and stabbed the King of Xirong in the heart with his bare hands, causing the King of Xirong, who had roamed the grasslands, to end his life like this, with reluctance and despair.
The man in black robe stretched out his hand tremblingly, and his cracked and burnt palm attached to the face of the King of Xirong, tearing off the skin and covering his face with it.
The surrounding Xirong people looked as if they had seen a devil.
They all knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe.
"From today on, I am your king!"
The man in black robe said, his voice seemed to have magic, spreading throughout the Xirong tent.
It's not just the Western Rong, but also the Guifang, Nanman, and Maurya Kingdom have all shown abnormalities.
The same thing happened to the Guifang tribe outside Xijun. A blond and blue-eyed man came to the Guifang tribe. He broke into the largest Guifang tribe and brutally broke the neck of the tribal leader, becoming the new ruler of Guifang.
At the border between the Southern Barbarians and the Eastern Barbarians, fire fell from the sky.
A burly man crawled out from there, and with a wave of his hand, thorns grew on the ground, killing the leaders of the Nanman and Dongyi tribes, and then ruled over both the Nanman and Dongyi tribes.
The falling fire hit the palace of the Peacock Kingdom.
Under the gaze of the kingdom's prominent princes, in the shattered grounds of the royal palace, a bald monk, with his palms clasped together, slowly walked out from the flames.
He called himself Buddha.
(End of this chapter)