Chapter 358: Venerable, save me!
The origin space of the Golden Body Continent.
The atmosphere was extremely awkward and heavy.
Wu Xing never thought that Lu Fan would reject him, or even reject him without hesitation. After all... the origin of the Golden Body Continent is so huge, and the origin of the strongest martial arts is not just talk.
Therefore, his proposal of a 50-50 split was not excessive.
However, Lu Fan still rejected him.
Some even called him shameless.
Wuxing's face twitched and the peaceful smile on his face disappeared.
He couldn't keep calm and was a little annoyed.
"Donor, don't be greedy. Killing Tu Lang is a serious crime. Tu Lang is a sharp blade under the command of the Venerable. If you break this blade now, how can the Venerable forgive you?"
The wind blew quietly, causing his monk's robe to flutter slightly.
Wu Xing said coldly.
There was a hint of threat in his words.
"Your Excellency?"
Lu Fan leaned back on the Thousand Blade Chair, feeling as if he were bathed in the spring breeze.
He looked at Wuxing.
"When I destroyed the Buddha clan before, the Buddha clan said that the Venerable would not let me go. Now, what's the point of you saying all this?"
"What is your purpose in coming from so far away?"
"Isn't it just to destroy the Five Phoenixes?"
Lu Fan said.
The atmosphere turned cold again.
Because there was nothing to say, Wuxing didn't know what to say.
The young man in white before him had completely offended the Venerable, and Wuxing felt that the other party did not seem to be afraid of offending the Venerable at all.
Wuxing put his palms together and narrowed his eyes.
"Is it because of the powerful martial artist behind you?"
Understand and practice the way.
Lu Fan raised his eyebrows, smiled, and said nothing.
"In that case, I will have to offend you."
Understand and practice the way.
He took a step forward, and the cassock in the distance suddenly came flying towards him, circling at high speed in the air, and suddenly seemed to cover the sky.
This cassock is not an ordinary object. In fact, it is comparable to a semi-saint-level magical weapon.
Boom! The cassock flipped over, as if it had turned into a bloody sea of suffering.
In the sea of suffering, there are dead bones churning and wronged souls wailing.
Wuxing was wearing a white monk's robe, standing in the bloody sea of suffering, looking somewhat out of place.
He sent Buddhist scriptures.
The bloody sea of suffering turned into a giant palm covering the sky.
The giant palm suddenly slapped towards Lu Fan.
Wuxing was not a kind person to begin with. If they couldn't come to an agreement, he would just kill him.
Tu Lang’s death was an opportunity for Wu Xing.
The origin of the Golden Body Continent is an absolute treasure to him. If he can obtain and refine it, he can even break through the shackles of distraction and be qualified to be led to the world of high martial arts.
So, he would not miss this opportunity.
The bloody palm looked like a terrifying bloody beast roaring.
The ground of the origin space is constantly exploding.
Wu Xing was very cautious. He did not dare to underestimate Lu Fan in the slightest because... Tu Lang was dead and there was no news of Fu Tianluo.
The young man in front of me is really weird.
Besides.
Behind this young man, there is even a powerful figure from the world of martial arts.
How dare we underestimate Wuxing?
Whenever he attacked, he used all his strength.
Lu Fan was dressed in fluttering white clothes, sitting upright on the Thousand Blade Chair, with the corners of his mouth raised, looking at the surging sea of blood, and narrowed his eyes.
As a late-stage spiritual master, Wuxing’s combat power is no weaker than Fu Tianluo and Tulang.
In fact, Wuxing is even stronger, and he has hidden many cards.
Wu Xing also knew that this was his only chance to deal with Lu Fan.
Tu Lang is dead and Fu Tianluo is missing.
It’s all because of entering that world.
That world is Lu Fan's home turf, because it has a formation that even the giants of the Liujia Formation Sect cannot break.
The amplification of the formation and the deaths of Tu Lang and others made Wu Xing alert.
However, at this moment, we are in the origin space of the Golden Body Continent.
Lu Fan's formation cannot be activated.
Wuxing sat cross-legged in the sea of blood.
His eyes were cold.
He chanted the Buddha's name and slapped Lu Fan with his huge palm.
On the palm, the blood rolled and turned into the shadows of Buddha.
The sea of blood seemed to have turned into a blood-red Buddhist shrine.
Lu Fan bent his finger and flicked the Phoenix Feather Sword.
Fire leads the way.
Countless silver sword blades flew out, densely packed, emitting bright and dazzling light, like a grand event of thousands of swords returning to their origin.
Lu Fan remained sitting, but the wheelchair beneath him had disappeared and turned into countless sword blades.
The sharp sword energy was surging around him.
Boom! The sword lights seemed to gather into a galaxy, falling from the sky and crashing into the bloody sea of suffering.
The sword light was like a waterfall, tearing apart the sea of suffering.
One Buddha statue after another was cut off.
Wuxing’s eyes were wide open, like an angry Buddha.
He made seals with his hands, chanted the Buddha's name, and with a wave of his hand, a golden bowl emerged.
The golden bowl rushed up and kept getting bigger in the air, as if it had turned into a bottomless abyss, swallowing up the sword lights!
Wuxing was tense all over, not daring to relax even a bit.
He fought with Lu Fan.
Although the strength Lu Fan displayed was only Qi Condensation, but...
How could he really regard Lu Fan as Condensed Qi?
The golden bowl burst out with suction force, and countless sword blades were all sucked into it.
The tinkling sounds continued.
Lu Fan raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Xing.
"You are much richer than the first two. It seems... you are the one that Gao Wu's Buddha has set his eyes on."
Lu Fan said.
Wuxing didn't say anything.
Among the three, Fu Tianluo, Tu Lang and him, he indeed had the greatest hope of entering high-level martial arts.
Moreover, he obtained much more treasures.
Like Fu Tianluo's compass, although it is a semi-saint-level magical weapon, it is just a broken one that was abandoned by the Venerable.
Unlike his staff, golden bowl and robes.
They are all intact semi-saint-level magical weapons.
He even refined his tin staff into a holy-grade magical weapon.
Wuxing did not answer him.
A look of joy flashed across his face, because all the sword light was absorbed by the golden bowl, which was equivalent to confiscating Lu Fan's weapon.
However.
The next moment, his expression changed slightly.
because.
Lu Fan sat in the void, with his hand clenched into a sword finger, and gently drew it in front of him.
Phew!
A crack appeared on the golden bowl.
The loud cry of a phoenix resounded.
The fiery red Phoenix Feather Sword chopped the golden bowl into pieces.
Thousands of silver blades, like a rotating galaxy, gathered around the Fengling Sword.
Boom! The golden bowl exploded.
Wuxing was shocked!
This is a semi-holy magic weapon, and it was chopped into pieces! "Holy magic weapon?!"
Wuxing was horrified.
At this moment, he finally understood how Tu Lang died! It turned out that the young man in front of him actually had a holy-level magic weapon! This is a holy-level magic weapon!
A treasure that can only be possessed in the world of high-level martial arts appears in the world of medium-level martial arts, and it is almost a symbol of invincibility!
Even the most powerful martial artist, unless he is truly favored by a powerful martial artist, can master a holy grade magic weapon. For an ordinary person, it is already very rare to possess a semi-holy grade magic weapon.
For the first time, Wuxing's heart was filled with turbulent waves.
Around his body, blood-red Buddha light shone brightly.
The cassock blocked his way.
However.
The Fengling Sword spread its wings, transformed into a red light and slashed down.
The eight Phoenix Feather Swords were stacked together into one, emitting an incomparably powerful force.
Phew!
The sea of blood was cut.
Cut the sea with one sword.
The sea of blood disappeared, and the Buddhist shrines in the sky exploded. Afterwards, only a torn cassock that was cut in half remained.
Wuxing’s heart ached.
In just one battle, two semi-saint-level magical weapons exploded.
How could he not feel heartbroken!
These are all the capital for him to enter the world of advanced martial arts in the future!
However, the cassock saved him a lot of time.
He took a step back, his monk robe fluttering, his hands forming a Buddhist seal, his face looking somewhat ferocious.
The original peace and tranquility completely disappeared, transforming into a ferocious bald man.
No wonder the other party didn't split it 50-50 with him.
No wonder the other side is so aggressive.
It turns out... there is a holy-level magic weapon as a trump card!
"Donor, you are not the only one who has a holy-level magic weapon!"
Wu Xing growled.
The next moment.
He finished the seal, raised his hand, and grasped the void with his five fingers.
Roar loudly.
"Come on, cane!"
Golden Body Continent.
The blood-colored tin staff was spinning, with ninety-nine rings hanging on it, emitting a tinkling sound.
Wherever the sound waves passed, the bodies of the strong men were blown into powder.
Suddenly.
The staff stopped and the Shura sound suddenly stopped.
It seemed as if he had received some summons.
The tin staff broke through the air and disappeared in the Golden Body Continent.
The whole continent, including the strong men of the Golden Body Continent, were still in shock, and they felt sad as they watched the disappearing tin staff.
Someone stood there, looking into the distance at the world that had turned into a sea of blood and corpses, his face trembling and he couldn't help but howl.
No matter if they are great practitioners or ordinary mortals.
No one escaped the tragedy.
There was a city where people practiced cultivation, and all the cultivators died tragically, turning into a pool of flesh and blood.
There are also mortal cities, dead silent, and all mortals have turned into sticky streams of blood.
Throbbing, despair.
Permeating the entire Golden Body Continent.
This is a great disaster.
A sudden catastrophe.
Origin space.
The tin staff came through the air, and on the blood-colored tin staff, karmic fire was burning.
Wuxing held the staff in his hand, and the blood seemed to flow along the staff and onto his body, and soon, it completely covered his body.
The fire of karma was burning, burning his flesh.
However, Wuxing felt an incomparable sense of security.
This tin staff is a holy-level magic weapon, and it can fight against Lu Fan's Phoenix Feather Sword. How can he not feel at ease? "Oh?"
"Earth-level spiritual tool?"
Lu Fan looked at the staff in Wu Xing's hand and couldn't help but be surprised.
However, this tin staff is filled with the aura of murder and contains endless blood.
There is something that looks like a mutated holy-level magic weapon.
Lu Fan couldn't help feeling a little disgusted. He seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood on this tin staff.
Moreover, the wicked fire blooming on it made Lu Fan frown.
"Buddha?"
"ridiculous."
Lu Fan said.
Then, he raised his hand and took off the small jade sword inserted in the jade crown.
The small sword seemed to be made of mutton-fat white jade, shining brightly and emitting a milky glow.
The Heaven-Covering Sword! This is the Heaven-Covering Sword that Lu Fan created using the power of 1 Hertz of Chaos.
Boom! In the distance.
Wuxing held the staff in his hand and suddenly smashed it out.
The Phoenix Feather Sword was across, like a fire phoenix spreading its wings.
The tin staff burned with blood-black fire and collided with the fire phoenix.
Ninety-nine rings shot out, clanging and stacking densely in the void.
Boom! The Phoenix Feather Sword flew across the sky.
And there was actually a sword mark on the staff.
Wuxing’s face darkened.
He felt even more distressed because his holy staff was actually cracked.
How can this sword be so powerful? Buzz...
Eight phoenix feather swords were suspended beside Lu Fan.
Silver blades stacked.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
It transformed into a Thousand Blade Chair, and Lu Fan sat on it, staring at the karmic fire on the Phoenix Feather Sword that was like a cancer attached to his bones.
The Fengling Sword seemed to be wailing.
Lu Fan took a deep breath.
He raised his hand and a white flame leaped out.
This is the Bone Ghost Fire. When the Karma Fire collided with the Bone Ghost Fire, it was directly burned to ashes.
far away.
Wu Xing looked at the Bone Ghost Fire emerging from Lu Fan's hand, and his whole body felt cold.
"Heaven and Earth Mysterious Fire?"
This person, is he the biological son of a powerful person in the high martial arts world? Saint-level magic weapon, Heaven and Earth Mysterious Fire...
A plane lord of a top-level middle martial arts world can actually possess so many treasures!
This is simply a monster!
At this moment, Wuxing no longer had the desire to fight.
Lu Fan wants the origin, then take it.
If he continues to fight, even his only holy-level magic weapon might be destroyed.
He couldn't afford such a loss! Boom! Holding the staff, Wuxing smashed it into the air, rolling up thousands of blood-colored lights.
He planned to escape from the original space.
"Want to leave?"
Lu Fan stroked the Fengling Sword, whose flames had all dissipated, with a hint of anger in his eyes.
Holding the Heaven-shattering Sword.
Lu Fan threw it out gently.
The Futian Sword suddenly soared in the void.
The Heaven-Fusing Sword, forged from the power of chaos, possesses extremely terrifying destructive power.
Boom! The giant sword swept across the sky, and a storm like raging waves rose in the origin space.
Wuxing’s expression changed drastically.
He suddenly raised the staff.
He wanted to block Lu Fan's sword.
A milky white light flowed across the giant sword made of white jade.
The next moment...
Cut it on the staff.
Ding! Wuxing raised his staff horizontally, trying to block the sword.
However……
When the giant sword touched his staff.
Wu Xing was stunned! An extremely terrifying, soul-shaking power... instantly cut off the staff!
Phew!
Wuxing coughs up blood.
He watched the milky white sword spread over his body.
Wuxing threw away his staff.
The monk's robe was stained with blood, half of his body was annihilated, and he rushed out of the original space.
Above the Golden Body Continent.
Wuxing was covered in blood, with spots of hot blood sprinkled on his body.
He was in an extremely miserable state, floating above the Golden Body Continent, and he let out a mournful laugh as he watched the Golden Body Continent turned into a sea of corpses and blood.
Greed brings trouble!
What a loss! What a loss! All the semi-saint-level magic weapons on my body were destroyed.
Now, in order to save his life, he even gave up the holy staff! Wu Xing never thought that the prey would turn over and become the hunter.
As expected, there is no good ending when you get involved in the game between high-level martial artists and powerful people.
Tu Lang is dead.
It is unknown whether Fu Tianluo is alive or dead, and he is in a very miserable state now.
Escape! This was the only thing on Wu Xing's mind at the moment.
That young man in white is too scary. He actually has two holy-level magic weapons, and his own cultivation level is completely unpredictable. How can we fight him? They are not on the same level at all!
Wuxing was bleeding and half of his body was destroyed, but he fled without hesitation.
He wants to return to Prajna Continent.
He wants to contact His Holiness! …
Wuxing escaped.
He escaped at the cost of abandoning his staff.
Lu Fan did not continue to chase. The Futian Sword returned and turned into a small sword, which he stabbed into the jade crown that tied his hair.
A tattered cassock, a shattered golden bowl, and a staff that was broken into two pieces and burning with karmic fire.
Lu Fan rubbed the mysterious ring.
My heart was moved.
These spiritual tool fragments were then collected by him one after another.
These things, after further forging, can be made into pretty good spiritual tools.
Put these away.
Lu Fan looked towards the origin of the Golden Body Continent.
Seeing this, Lu Fan was slightly stunned.
Because he discovered that at the origin of this continent, there was a red liquid flowing, like blood.
Raise your hands and touch the source.
Many scenes suddenly appeared in front of Lu Fan's eyes.
In the picture, the staff is spinning and emitting Shura sounds.
Wherever the sound waves pass.
The strong man's body exploded and turned into blood.
No matter they were cultivators or ordinary people, they were all turned into blood under the sound waves.
The scene was extremely tragic, with countless lives dying, and even the origin was affected.
It caused huge fluctuations in the origin.
"This bald ass... has the nerve to call himself a Buddha."
Lu Fan shook his head and sighed.
The death of so many lives caused the origin of the Golden Body Continent to produce a huge repulsive force.
Unless Lu Fan kills Wu Xing and resolves the cause and effect, the origin of this boiling Golden Body Continent will not calm down.
The origin was too restless, and Lu Fan had no way to achieve fusion.
Buzz...
Lu Fan's figure disappeared.
Silver blades were in the air, and Lu Fan sat on the Thousand Blades Chair, appearing above the Golden Body Continent.
The sky was blood red.
The ground below seemed to be covered with a sea of blood, and the remaining creatures were crying.
It was like a scene from hell.
The nose smells strong of blood.
Lu Fan's spiritual sense swept across the entire Golden Body Continent and found that there were not many living people left, which brought a huge shock to Lu Fan.
This is the true destruction of the world...
The destruction of a world is so cruel.
Did not stay in the Golden Body Continent.
Lu Fan appeared in the void.
He looked towards the Prajna Continent, which exuded a peaceful atmosphere. However, at this moment, this peace seemed to be a great irony to Lu Fan.
He supported his chin with one hand and placed the other hand on the Phoenix Feather Armguard and tapped it gently.
The Thousand Blade Chair carried Lu Fan's body, swept through the void, and headed straight for the Prajna Continent.
…
Boom! Half of his body was annihilated, and Wuxing, bleeding profusely, crashed into the Prajna Continent.
He landed in the big city.
In the temple.
The Buddhist monks were alarmed one by one.
Old monks in the Spirit Severing Realm appeared one after another, looking in horror at Wuxing, whose half body had exploded.
Wuxing coughed up blood and his face looked grim.
"Set up the formation! Please, sir!"
Wuxing roared.
There were spots of blood spilling out of his mouth, and he coughed up some dirty stuff.
The expressions of the old monks in the Spirit Severing Realm changed drastically.
Dong, dong, dong! The big bell in the temple rang, and the heavy sound seemed to spread across the continent.
The princes and nobles who came to the temple to worship Buddha were shocked.
Wuxing sat slumped on the ground, like a bloody Buddha.
All around, Buddhist monks began beating wooden fish.
Boom boom boom…
The sound of Sanskrit chanting resounded throughout the heaven and earth.
Silver light exploded.
The power of the world is impacting.
Lu Fan, dressed in a white shirt and sitting on the Thousand Blade Chair, appeared in the sky of Prajna Continent.
The top of the holy mountain.
The temple was filled with golden light, and the sound of wooden fish was heard, filling the heaven and earth with a holy and peaceful aura.
Lu Fan's expression was indifferent, and he was somewhat sarcastic about these saints.
In the temple.
Wu Xing, who was covered in blood and half of his body was destroyed, sensed the appearance of Lu Fan.
His face changed drastically.
Sure enough, the young man came to chase us!
“Stop him!”
Wu Xing growled.
The spiritual consciousness began to fluctuate.
Bang, bang, bang! The void exploded.
Four warrior monks in the Infant Transformation Realm rose into the sky from the temple and stood in front of Lu Fan.
Lu Fan raised his hand.
The Reiatsu chessboard appeared in front of him.
Lu Fan stretched out his hand, dropped it in, and picked up a chess piece.
Falling down slowly.
Click.
The piece falls on the chessboard.
The terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly erupted.
Boom! The four Infant Transformation monks were directly crushed to the ground by the terrifying spiritual pressure, unable to even raise their heads.
There was a vibration in Wuxing’s eyes.
"Everyone, stop him!"
Wuxing roared madly.
He must buy time to invite the Venerable out!
If he wants to live, he has no choice but to ask the Venerable to come out! Swish, swish, swish! On the Prajna Continent, the eyes of the practitioners became hazy.
Even though Lu Fan's spiritual pressure was intimidating him, he still rushed up into the sky madly.
Lu Fan's hair flew up as he glanced at Wu Xing.
Make another move.
Snap...
The spiritual pressure burst out again.
The practitioners who soared into the sky all flew backwards and smashed back onto the land of Prajna Continent like cannonballs.
Some people were so suppressed that they lay flat on the ground, without even the strength to lift their heads.
The magnificent temples were all collapsed by Lu Fan's spiritual pressure.
Cracks began to appear on the huge golden Buddha statue.
Da da da da…
The wooden fish of the old monks in the temple were blown to pieces.
finally.
When the clouds in the sky cast golden rays of light, the shadow of a giant Buddha emerged.
The bloodstained Wuxing laughed loudly. He succeeded! He asked the Venerable Master to help him! "Venerable Master, save me!"
Wuxing roared at the giant Buddha.
However, the next moment.
His roar suddenly stopped.
because……
A huge milky white sword flew across the sky.
The giant Buddha's shadow that had just appeared had its head chopped off.
(End of this chapter)