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Chapter 242: One against two, the strong men of the human race come to the rescue, Ziwei Immortal Sect, Taiwei Dao Sect

"Just you?"

Holding a feather fan and dressed in red, Mr. Zhao sneered.

He didn't seem to take them to heart.

Li Exi raised her eyebrows and said: "Everyone, please be careful, Young Master Xiao is the seventh son of the Great Emperor Sprite. His cultivation level is not low, and his magical powers may be better than those of ours!"

Yao Guang and Yu Linglong nodded in unison.

Mr. Zhao gently fanned the jade fan in his hand and said in a cold tone: "Lu Mingyuan, the most stupid thing you have ever done is to overestimate your ability and come to Tianshui City. Pay the price now."

"I think some of the aura of Prince Yan has something to do with Buddhism, so I'd better let this Buddha save him." The Great Buddha of Xinzuo touched his big belly and took a step forward.

Mr. Zhao's eyes were filled with cold light and he said: "He is my prey, no one can snatch him away."

"The Buddha has not taken action for a long time, Zhao, you should give Lu Mingyuan to me!" The Xindu Buddha did not give in.

It can be seen that Xinhuo Buddha and Mr. Zhao are extremely confident in their own strength. Even if there are many monks as guards, they still have the confidence to capture him alive alone.

"Don't be arrogant to His Highness!"

Among the monks, a sword cultivator in emerald robes was the first to draw his sword, and a huge wave of swords immediately splashed, and the sound of the void breaking through the air was heard repeatedly.

"A mere Nascent Soul dares to take action, but don't you know that a mantis' arm is blocking the car?"

Mr. Zhao sneered.

His slender white fingers pointed toward the void.

The ghost energy rippled and gathered into a huge fang ghost head.

The seemingly sharp and extraordinary sword energy in the sky was quickly sucked into the mouth by the fang ghost head, and it was completely eaten.

At the same time, the Great Buddha of Xinhuo also acted swiftly, without giving the human monks much chance to react. He smiled evilly and said "Amitabha", and then the strange black lines on his body glowed with a dark light.

He slapped his fingers on the ground and suddenly chanted:
"The magic of praying to gods in the underworld, there is no light in hell."

There were rumbling sounds from the ground, like the whispers of ancient gods, and a five-meter-high paint-red door slowly rose, like a monster's bloody mouth.

Many evil shadows emerge from the gate of hell and rush towards the Great Flame Army. Anyone infected by the shadows will be in a trance and gradually be sucked out of their power.

First comes the magical energy, then the vitality of the physical body, blood and essence.

"This Buddha of Heart Confusion is a monk from the Heart Demon Clan."

When Lu Mingyuan saw this, he saw at a glance the details of the Buddha's confusion.

The demons are the most powerful race among the ten tribes in the underworld.

Subdivided into demons, trolls, and inner demons.

The demons are born as demons, possessing all kinds of abilities and learning talents given by the saints and gods. No matter what kind of magical power they are, they can be used immediately in their hands.

As for the troll clan, they live underground all year round, refining various leyline crystals to grow. They are often huge in size, have indestructible bodies, and have rough skin and thick flesh. They are a type of existence that is extremely difficult to deal with.

The inner demon clan is often mutated from the human race. It is the method of the human race to practice the demon race. However, they have lost themselves and been eroded by the demonic obstacles in their hearts. Most of them are people who have become possessed by the devil.

These three kinds of demons are also called the three demons of heaven, earth, and humans.

In Lu Mingyuan's impression, he had practiced the art of praying to gods in his second life, and he could see that the method of the Buddha of Heart Confusion was extremely skillful and skillful. He was obviously not an ordinary demon cultivator, but a messenger gifted by the evil god.

Only believers in gods with deep faith can gain further power from gods and become messengers of gods.

Under the influence of the Gate of Hell, many monks were unable to respond to the enemy normally.

Yao Guang took out seven flying swords from the purple gold sword gourd on his waist, and used his sword skills to kill the demonic figures one by one.

But soon, many other demonic figures poured out from the gate of hell, seemingly endless.

Seeing this scene, Yao Guang raised his eyebrows sharply, held a flying sword in his hand, and slashed a huge sword energy towards the gate of hell.

Unexpectedly, the sword energy bounced back immediately when it touched the gate of hell.

Fortunately, a beautiful woman wearing a white bamboo hat and veil arrived holding an eight-leaf umbrella. The ripples caused by the umbrella formed an invisible wall of air, blocking the sword energy, and all attacks were eliminated in the air.

"Thank you very much, Master Linglong."

Yao Guang exhaled, looked to his side, and thanked him.

Yu Linglong solemnly reminded: "This gate of hell seems to be able to absorb everything, including soul mana and magical powers produced by mana."

While talking.

"That's it for now."

"Ghost Flag, get up!"

Mr. Zhao used a ghost technique with a cold expression, placing sixteen small black flags in all directions.

A huge formation rose up in a radius of a hundred miles.

One after another, fierce-toothed ghosts crawled out from the ground, gathered into a hundred-meter one-eyed ghost giant, and stepped towards everyone.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Li Exi pulled out a yellow Taoist talisman and formed a radiant shield that could accommodate a hundred people, protecting them all.

The Taoist talisman was stuck on the ground by the flying sword, and smoke appeared, and one third of it was burned at once.

In an instant, the Cyclops roared and punched the shield.

"Crack!"

In an instant, the shield was shattered.

All the monks were blown away.

Mr. Zhao had a playful look on his face, and the giant followed behind him, standing ten meters in front of Lu Mingyuan step by step.

"I can capture you by myself."

Mr. Zhao said proudly.

Lu Mingyuan said calmly: "Do you really think you can defeat me? I don't want to waste my time. If you want to deal with me, you can come together."

"court death!"

I saw Mr. Zhao suddenly fanning the jade fan in his hand, and eighteen extremely solid cursed ghost patterns flew out, turning into eighteen ferocious beasts of different shapes, all exuding an evil and ominous and terrifying aura.

"Roar."

Eighteen ferocious beasts, like real creatures, let out earth-shaking roars, and the overwhelming curse power emerged from their bodies, drowning towards Lu Mingyuan.

"Be careful, Your Highness!"

Li Exi was on the ground with bloodstains on the corners of her mouth, warning loudly.

Lu Mingyuan's eyes were calm and calm, and he punched lightly.

Behind him, a blazing sun that embodies the perfect martial arts emerged, like the rising sun on the horizontal plane.

The Great Wilderness Mountain-shaking Fist.

Originally, Lu Mingyuan only practiced the basic boxing technique of Shaking Mountain Fist to perfection, but Patriarch Yuqing taught him the mysterious Great Wilderness Boxing. The leader of the Dao Sect, who was at the end of martial arts a thousand years ago, when he was walking in the wilderness, he saw the desolation of all living things and understood it. The Zhigang Zhiyang boxing method.

Contains supreme magical power.

"Boom."

Affected by the fist, the water in the sky shook violently, setting off a stormy sea.

"Boom."

Whether it was the eighteen ferocious beasts or the cursed power they released, they all collapsed in an instant.

Mr. Zhao's eyes changed slightly, and he already had a premonition that Lu Mingyuan's cultivation level was probably not low.

"Shh."

Mr. Zhao moved away from Tianshui and came to a high mountain on the bank of the river. When Lu Mingyuan first showed his skills, he shined.

It attracted the side glances of many human monks on the side.

They knew very well that as the crown prince of a country, Prince Dayan's cultivation level should not be too low.

I didn't expect it to be so high.

Compared to passively fighting back, Lu Mingyuan still prefers to take the initiative.

To deal with an extremely powerful person like Mr. Zhao, Lu Mingyuan would naturally not hold back and would immediately use another magical power - Xiaoyaoyou.

The whole person seemed to have stepped through space, and his spiritual energy rippled faintly, instantly reaching Mr. Shao's side.

As he raised his hand, dozens of huge purple thunder blades appeared, attacking Mr. Zhao from all directions.

With the improvement of sword skills, the power that can be exerted by any use of sword skills will also increase accordingly.

"eat!"

The Great Buddha of Xinchu controlled the gate of hell and wanted to swallow up all Lu Mingyuan's sword energy.

But unexpectedly, the next second.

Lu Mingyuan used Xiaoyaoyou again and appeared on the head of Xinhuo Buddha.

Step on his head lightly.

But it exuded huge power, and the bald head of Xinhuo Buddha sank deeply into the soil, causing the ground to crack inch by inch.

Lu Mingyuan didn't use any magical powers, but relied solely on the strength of his body to knock down the door of hell with one palm.

"Catch me a speck of dust."

The Xinhuo Buddha on the ground was kicked, but he didn't suffer much damage. Instead, he stretched out two fingers with an ugly look on his face, picked up a stone in the air, and popped it out with his fingers.

Throwing it into the gate of hell, the gate seemed to have been chewed for a moment or two.

A dark shadow appeared in the sky.

It is incredible that under the influence of the strange evil force, the stones turned into huge rock spheres like mountains, like small stars, carrying tens of thousands of hectares of power, and collided with Lu Mingyuan's condensed sword energy.

"boom."

The rock sphere and the sword energy exploded at the same time, releasing a terrifying impact.

The land with a radius of thousands of miles instantly collapsed under the influence of the air waves, and the mountains were leveled to the ground.

"Come again!"

The body of Xinduo Buddha suddenly swelled, he grabbed a handful of stones and threw them into the gate of hell.

In an instant, the sky and the sun were covered.

Huge ground-exploding meteorites were summoned one after another, and sparks formed on the surface of the meteorites.

Lu Mingyuan's face showed no fear, and his body stood in the air, standing in the void.

Feng Xu Yufeng, independent from the world.

This scene made Yao Guang, Yu Linglong and everyone below look shocked.

"The eleventh realm of martial arts, the realm of ascension!"

Immediately afterwards, Lu Mingyuan flew through the air, golden light shone on his chest, his supreme bones were extraordinary, and he punched the meteorite.

A series of cracks appeared on the surface of the meteorite, spreading rapidly, and the huge meteorite eventually turned into thousands of small stones.

If one punch is not enough, use two punches.

Several rocks the size of giant mountains were solved instantly by Lu Mingyuan.

Now, with the strength of his physical body alone, he can break mountains with one punch.

The eyes of the Duke of Blood Burial became extremely solemn, and he said: "Prince Dayan's cultivation level is actually at the eleventh level. There is no information showing that he has such a high level. This is really the biggest oversight."

There is no doubt that the skill Lu Mingyuan showed just now had a great impact on the blood-buried Duke.

"It's not an ordinary eleventh realm. He hasn't used all his strength yet." Mr. Zhao stood on the mountain and whispered.

Even if it was as strong as Burying the Duke in Blood, there was a sense of crisis at this moment.

But he is obviously the Duke of the Twelve Realms, so he shouldn't be timid.

"Not even the eldest son of the kings of the underworld can reach such a high level. How did he do it?"

The blood-buried Duke had no time to wonder. At this moment, there was a sudden movement near Tianshui City, and many monks rushed out one after another.

They were local monks scattered across the city guarding the city. They came from different sects. At this moment, they were all alarmed by the fight between Lu Mingyuan and the two Shengming masters.

"Those are... Prince Dayan's men. Who is he fighting?" A monk asked curiously.

A monk recognized Young Master Zhao and said with great fear, "He is Young Master Zhao of the Ghost Clan, the seventh son of the Great Emperor of the Ghost Clan, and a famous expert on the list of the Ten Tribes of the Underworld. He unexpectedly came to the world of Middle Earth."

The next moment, his eyes turned to the Xinhuo Buddha and the Blood-Buried Duke standing on the water. His pupils suddenly tightened and he said: "Xinhuo is also there, and there is also the Blood-Buried Duke. Didn't they retreat? They must be here to kill them. From Prince Dayan.”

Hearing this, all the monks present showed expressions of surprise. Even if they were not familiar with the names Mr. Shao and Buddha Xinhuo, the fame of the seventh son of the Great Emperor alone was enough to show how powerful they were.

The Great Emperor of Beidu is one of the five most powerful gods in Da Ming and is not easy to mess with.

He has more than thirty sons, and each one of them is a strong man, and the top ten are even more outstanding.

At the first moment, everyone quickly retreated and distanced themselves from these three people to avoid being affected.

Their cultivation level naturally makes them unable to provoke such beings.

The Great Yan Army automatically separated, and a tall and graceful figure walked out of it holding a sword, with a stream of purple flames at its feet, like a purple-gold sable descending into the world, it was Luo Ying.

Luo Ying, who has secured his position as the leader of the Imperial Palace's Wujiang Pavilion, has become more and more aura of a superior person.

Behind Luo Ying, there were two other people, Luo Shengmiao, the sect leader of Tianshui Cave Heaven, and Moon Worshiping Master of Mingyue Tianzong, both of whom could be considered as people from the East Palace Palace.

"Lord Qingying, His Highness the Crown Prince seems to be in trouble!" Luo Shengmiao frowned slightly.

The Moon Worshiper's eyes were solemn as he said: "It may be easy to deal with one of them, but Mr. Zhao and Xinhuo Buddha are here together, plus a blood-buried Duke. It seems that he has made up his mind to get rid of His Highness. Do you know if His Highness can handle it?"

"Should we take action?"

Just when Luo Ying was thinking.

With Tianshui Lake as the center, water waves thousands of feet high set off and flew in all directions.

Two figures with powerful auras tore through the space and appeared.

In the misty white mist, a tall and graceful figure stood on the water, wearing a star robe, exuding an extremely noble temperament.

The cold air on the body froze the tall Cyclops' body.

"Saint Ziwei, on behalf of the Ziwei Immortal Sect, is here to help His Highness the Crown Prince."

The other one is a middle-aged man in a black long coat, with a red jade between his eyebrows, a handsome and handsome appearance, and a huge shadow of Yin Yang Tai Chi appears on the bottom of his feet, suppressing the gate of hell.

"Taiwei Dao Lord, on behalf of Taiwei Dao Sect, is here to help His Highness the Crown Prince."

The monks below had expressions of surprise on their faces when they heard the names of these two men.

Holy Maiden Ziwei and Taoist Lord Taiwei are both top masters of the human race.

It comes from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths of Taoism.

Ziwei Cave Heaven and Taiwei Cave Heaven are extremely famous in Daozhou.

Lu Mingyuan looked at the monks arriving in droves.

For the first time, I felt what it was like to have strong support.

Could it be that this is the back-up plan that the father-in-law said?
(End of this chapter)