Chapter 183 Chapter 181 What a coincidence, you are here too [Second update, please subscribe]
Lu Fan always thought that he was a good-tempered person.
But, having a good temper is one thing, and protecting one's shortcomings is another.
Nie Shuang, the big-headed kid who knelt in front of Lu Fan on a rainy night and begged him to save Nie Changqing.
Now he has become a practitioner who can stand on his own.
All along, Lu Fan had seen Nie Shuang's hard work and efforts in training on the island in the middle of the lake.
Compared to Ni Yu's laziness of fishing for three days and drying the nets for two days, Nie Shuang can be said to be the representative of hard work.
Who doesn’t like a hardworking child?
Nie Shuangcai is Lu Fan’s most promising son.
Therefore, when Nie Shuang was knocked unconscious by a punch from the King of Xirong on the battlefield of Beijun, how could Lu Fan just sit there and do nothing?
On the Beiluo Lake.
The terrible pressure almost solidified into substance.
The soul of the blond man kneeling on the lake didn't dare to move. When the old monster in the Jindan realm got angry, it was definitely not something that the Ti Zang realm could resist.
Lu Fan sat upright in the wheelchair, ignoring the blond man and the Buddhist monk.
He held a chess piece between his fingers.
The mountains and rivers seemed to be reflected on the spiritual pressure chessboard.
The blond man, the Buddhist monk, and the trapped spiritual clone of the Lord of the Zhongwu World Plane were all looking on in shock.
That chessboard... is actually another mysterious weapon?! Snap.
Lu Fan dropped a piece.
It was as if invisible waves spread throughout the heaven and earth.
Lu Fan's white robe rustled as if blown by a wind, and his hair was flying across his red-lipped and white-toothed face, making him look a bit ethereal.
…
Beijun, outside Tianhan Pass.
On the endless grassland, heavy snow was falling, as if it was covered with a thick layer of cotton-padded jacket.
The King of Xirong sat upright on a chair, carried by several Xirong warriors, walking with difficulty, taking one step deep and one step shallow, in the wind and snow.
Behind him, there was a long line of Western Rong troops. They withdrew from Tianhan Pass in Beijun and took a temporary rest.
The Xirong people were no longer surprised by this war.
For the Xirong people, once winter comes, it is the peak period of war.
Every year, the King of Xirong would lead his army to attack Beijun, hoping to break through the blockade of Tianhan Pass and enter the vast and fertile land behind the pass.
Once they enter those places, there will be countless food waiting for them.
They don't have to worry about running out of food for the entire winter.
However, Tianhan Pass was difficult to break through, and the Western Rong army left behind countless corpses almost every year.
Although the war is cruel, for the King of Xirong, this war is inevitable.
It would be best if we could win, then we could get enough food and live happily all winter long.
It doesn't matter if we lose. A lot of people will die, and the scarce food supply will be much more available.
This year, the leaders of the various Xirong tribes all felt something unusual.
The King of Western Rong called on all Rong people to gather together, and a total of 100,000 troops attacked Tianhan Pass.
This scale is unprecedented.
Moreover, the King of Xirong gave them an extremely strange feeling, which made them feel oppressed.
Several tribal leaders who had different opinions had their necks broken by the King of Xirong, and their bodies were thrown into the wind and snow. They had long been covered by the snow and were so cold that they could not be found even if they were looked for.
The remaining leaders dared not speak out, and the autocratic King of Western Rong took control of the military power of the Western Rong army.
No leader of either side could compete with the King of Western Rong.
The most terrifying thing... is the military power of the King of Xirong, which is so powerful that it makes people despair.
The King of Xirong, sitting upright on a chair, was thinking.
Beijun cannot be conquered, so Tan Tai Xuan and Jiang Li are actually nothing to worry about. Although they can be called heroes, they are... just mortals.
The Bai Qingniao who came to Nie Shuang's aid later was the one that made him feel difficult.
Although he is only at the Qi Condensation Stage, but... his methods are extremely strange.
It would have been fine if the girl had controlled three fire phoenixes and made him extremely anxious.
And the big-headed boy, with his amazing perseverance and solid skills, punched him back.
The King of Xirong was deeply moved.
This world is magnificent, with heroes and geniuses appearing everywhere, which really makes people miss it.
His former world was like this too.
But later, it was ruined.
Huh? Suddenly.
I don't know when the heavy snow stopped.
There is an incomparable terrible pressure between heaven and earth, so huge that it seems like it's suffocating.
The nerves of the King of Xirong suddenly tensed up, and he felt a sense of danger spreading from deep within his heart.
The fine horses in the Western Rong army were neighing, a kind of panic caused by encountering great terror.
Animals are naturally more perceptive than humans.
The King of Xirong jumped down from the chair.
Boom! In the sky, the clouds rolled.
The next moment, the snow and wind in the sky seemed to be torn apart and turned into a huge palm.
The middle finger of the palm is overlapped on the index finger, just like a chess player placing a chess piece.
“Who is it?!”
The King of Xirong was shocked.
The pupils deep in the eyes couldn't help but shrink.
There was no dialogue, no words.
The chess player uses the world, mountains and rivers as the chessboard.
At that moment, King Xirong burst out with all his strength, and his strength at the peak of the foundation building stage was displayed to the fullest.
Boom!
The huge palm slowly fell down like a chess piece.
Boom! The heavy snow on the ground seemed to be completely dispersed by the huge pressure at this moment, revealing the bare grassland underneath.
All the soldiers in the Xirong army knelt on the ground in depression, and many tribal leaders were terrified...
What happened? Did their conquest without God's permission anger the gods of the grassland? !
The dark army of Xirong all knelt down in the snow and ice.
They dared not move.
King Xirong landed, and his aura of peak foundation building burst out to the extreme.
In the eyes of many leaders, their king... seemed to be fighting against the heavens! He refused to obey the heavens and refused to obey his fate.
The Xirong people and the leaders of their various tribes watched stealthily.
Boom! The huge pressure almost crushed the snow and wind.
The King of Xirong was so shocked that his eyes were about to pop out.
“This pressure…”
The Xirong King took a breath.
He frantically resisted the pressure with the strength of the peak of foundation building.
“Golden Core Realm… old monster?!”
"The Lord of this world's plane?"
The King of Xirong was shocked and felt it was extremely unbelievable.
This is just a low-level martial arts world, why would an old monster in the Golden Core Realm appear? The world seemed to have turned into a cage at this moment.
There was a white flame dancing in the eyes of King Xirong.
Vaguely between.
He saw a blurry figure.
Sitting upright in a wheelchair, Jiazi rolled up his sleeves and placed the chess piece on the chessboard. After he placed the piece, the other party seemed to have noticed something, slowly raised his head, and looked at him with a pair of eyes.
The King of Xirong felt as if his heart and soul were being hammered by a heavy iron hammer.
Bleeding from the mouth and nose.
The human skin attached to the face burned and evaporated.
A charred face was revealed.
A dense white flame burned up, completely covering his head.
The King of Xirong does not want to die...
The dark white flame was indeed strange. The moment it appeared, it actually made King Xirong burst out with the strength to break free from the pressure.
He kicked the ground hard.
The earth was shaking slightly.
King Xirong turned into a black light and rushed out of the spiritual pressure area.
He rushed into the ice and snow, running wildly in the snow, blowing away countless wind and snow.
…
Beiluo Lake.
Lu Fan's eyebrows slightly raised.
"Um?"
"You actually broke through the spiritual pressure of the spiritual pressure chessboard?"
This was the first time that Lu Fan encountered such a situation. Normally, it would be impossible for the King of Xirong to break free from his spiritual pressure.
"Is it because of the white flame?"
"That flame... doesn't seem to be something that can be possessed by the Ti Zang realm."
Lu Fan seemed to be thinking about something.
He rolled up his sleeves again, picked up a black piece from the chess box, dropped it, and placed it on top of the original black piece. He slowly pushed forward with his middle finger, causing the piece to fall on the chessboard with a slight friction sound.
There is no Ti Zang realm that cannot be solved by placing a chess piece. If there is... then place two.
…
The King of Xirong, who was fleeing frantically, felt as if he had turned into an ant.
Fleeing across the vast chessboard.
His head was burning with a white fire. This fire was the "Bone Ghost Fire", the culprit that caused the destruction of his world. In order to obtain this fire, his world was destroyed.
This flame came from a high-level martial arts plane. In order to obtain this flame, he even betrayed the world that originally belonged to him.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
But he has no regrets.
With the "Bone Ghost Fire", he will be able to make a comeback sooner or later.
As long as he gets a world and is given enough time to develop, he will be able to go one step further on the basis of his original strength and become a truly powerful person! Therefore, when he felt the attraction of a low-level martial arts world, he came without hesitation.
He thought it was his chance.
After all, in a low-level martial arts world, there is no threat to his existence. With the Bone Phantom Fire, he is not afraid even of the Lord of the Plane.
But now...
He was wrong.
Totally wrong!
This... is not a simple low-level martial arts world!
The master of this plane is actually at the Jindan realm!
Escape! The farther he ran, the better. As long as he survived and as long as he didn't lose the Bone Ghost Fire, he could still make a comeback!
The King of Xirong fled madly.
But……
The world seemed to freeze again and turned into a chessboard. No matter how he tried to escape, he could not escape this area or the constraints of the chessboard.
The snow cleared again.
It turned into a hand that dropped chess pieces onto a chessboard.
Like a chess player, he lightly placed another finger.
The King of Xirong roared.
The flames gradually spread to his entire body, and his entire body turned into a dark white flame.
He clenched his fist, and flames shot up into the sky, melting the surrounding ice and snow.
It collided with the finger falling from the sky.
Boom! The flame man fell to his knees.
"Lord of the Planes! Spare my life! I have no intention of offending you. I am willing to exchange the lives of 100,000 Western Rong soldiers for your life!"
The fire man raised his head with difficulty. The terrifying spiritual pressure made it difficult for him to even speak.
However, he still roared in panic.
He doesn't want to die!
The Xirong King's voice was undisguised.
Faintly, it seemed to spread across the entire world of ice and snow along with the wind and snow.
The Western Rong soldiers who were kneeling on the ground all had changed expressions and looked at their king in disbelief.
The leaders of each tribe were trembling with fear.
Their king...will sacrifice them to God? Between heaven and earth.
The clouds are rolling.
After that...
It turned into a human face, a huge human face, and the human face's mouth opened and closed, and there was a sound like the roar of heaven and earth.
"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. You must pay back the debt of beating my Baiyujing kid to vomit blood."
"The debt owed by Xirong should be collected by Beijun."
The human face's words roared, as if shattering the snow and wind in the sky.
under.
The King of Xirong, kneeling in the snow, was stunned.
What? The debt for punching the kid from Baiyujing? This reminded the King of Xirong of the scene at Tianhan Pass where he and the stubborn big-headed boy had exchanged punches.
Was it just that punch that caused the Jindan realm monster to take action?
Just because of that punch?! Right now.
The King of Xirong felt extremely aggrieved.
In fact, he was very cautious and even put on the face of the King of Xirong, just to avoid attracting attention and to quietly invade the world.
He has been hiding.
Just threw a punch at a child.
That punch, however, was his own death.
He is so unwilling!
"This world is just a low-level martial arts world, why would there be a Jindan realm?! Why would you, the master of this plane, be in the Jindan realm?!"
"I don't accept it! I won't give in!"
The King of Xirong roared.
However, the sky gathered its hands together again, like pieces falling on a chessboard.
Boom! The unwilling roar of the King of Xirong was followed by a roar like an avalanche and he was completely drowned.
One hundred thousand strong Western Rong troops knelt in the wind and snow, trembling as they looked at their king, annihilated by the might of heaven and earth.
…
Beiluo Lake.
There was a gentle breeze by the lake, and the water was like a mirror, with ripples faintly visible.
Suddenly.
Thick fog rolled in, the surface of the lake sank, and it seemed as if there were transparent boats gliding across it.
The thick fog broke apart, and a huge spiritual hand emerged.
The blond man kneeling on the ground trembled.
The dying Buddhist monk, pinned by the silver blade, could not help but look over there.
But see...
In that spiritual hand, there was a soul that had no desire to live...
The soul was wrapped in the dark white flames, still roaring continuously, emitting extremely strong resentment and unwillingness.
When I saw the soul of the blond man and the soul of the Buddhist monk.
The soul of King Xirong was stunned.
The blond man smiled awkwardly at the spirit of King Xirong.
"What a coincidence, you're here too."
The Buddhist monk opened his mouth, but he could not say anything.
After the soul of King Xirong became dazed, he began to struggle and roar again.
The blond man looked at the struggling soul of King Xirong with some sympathy.
He wanted to open his mouth to remind her.
However, he has not spoken yet.
The young man with red lips and white teeth as white as jade sitting in the wheelchair has already made a move.
Lu Fan glanced at the struggling soul of King Xirong.
He raised his hand and flicked the hand guard.
Flashing silver light.
The next moment...
The struggling soul of the Xirong King dared not move at all.
Because in front of him, densely packed silver blades emitting an icy aura were hanging in front of him. Each silver blade seemed to release a terrifying aura, and each of these silver blades was actually a high-grade treasure!
At this time, the soul of King Xirong could clearly see the young man sitting in the wheelchair.
"Lord of the plane?"
"Qi Condensation Realm?"
The King of Xirong was stunned.
At first, King Xirong had the same illusion as the blond man and the Buddhist monk.
However, when Lu Fan raised his hand and waved gently.
When the silver blade pierced through his body and forcibly cut apart the white flame that had merged into his soul...
The King of Xirong understood...
Some people appear to be just ordinary little Qi-refining trash on the surface, but secretly they are extremely terrifying Jindan realm monsters.
The stripped white flames of the forest.
Lu Fan waved his hand and floated in front of him.
Cold and hot, these two strange properties were strangely mixed in this ball of fire.
Lu Fan stared at the flames, and the flames seemed to reflect Lu Fan's figure.
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