Journey to the West: I have become an immortal, why did you just join the chat group?

Chapter 22: Flying Dragon Golden Shuttle, Taiyi Gengjin

puff!

Lu Jun turned reality into illusion, illusion into reality, and the illusion into reality, wandering on the war-torn sea. He threw out the demon-binding rope to wrap around it, and chopped it with the magic sword of the god. With one sword after another, the dragon heads fell off one by one, as if chopping melons and vegetables. Not a single dragon could stop him!
above the sky.

Nezha the Third Prince rode on his golden wind-fire wheel, looking down at the battle on the sea. His eyes flickered slightly, "This heavenly soldier is interesting..."

As the Marshal of the Central Altar in Heaven and the Great God of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly, his Taoism is naturally profound.

At this time, the soul responded and observed the battle situation. With just a snap of a finger, he understood Lu Jun's actions.

"You only target demons of the same realm to attack. You have some self-awareness." Nezha, the Third Prince, looked at the golden-armored heavenly soldiers who were circling left and right on the sea, slaying dragons and eliminating demons with a stern look in his eyes, and he felt a little interested.

"My magic power is running out again." Lu Jun turned around and used the demon-binding rope to trap a black dragon from the Yuanxian realm. He then chopped off its head and took out a dozen drops of nectar from his treasure bag, swallowed them, and refined them into magic power.

And just when he was refining his magic power.

A golden shuttle suddenly attacked silently from behind his head. When Lu Jun's soul realized something was wrong, it was too late to dodge.

"exile!"

Lu Jun did not hesitate and used the magical power of imaginary space on himself.

call out!
The golden shuttle transformed into a stream of golden light and missed its target. It cut through the void and pecked a guardian celestial general to death before spinning back to its owner's palm.

"eccentric!"

Prince Mo Jiao held the spinning golden shuttle in his palm, his eyes darkening. "That soldier is quite strange. I don't know what magical power he used. He appears and disappears, sometimes real and sometimes fake. He has killed many of our warriors. Now he has even hidden himself and avoided the attack of the Flying Dragon Golden Shuttle!"

"You dare to be distracted while fighting with us? Prepare to die!" The Marshals of Zhentian surrounded and captured Prince Mo Jiao, and while he was distracted while plotting against Lu Jun, they attacked him together.

Prince Mo Jiao was caught in a dilemma. Even though he had the magic treasure Mingzhu to protect him, he was still caught off guard by the attack and exposed his weaknesses.

"Go!"

Marshal Song of the Sword Camp swung out his Fang Tian Hua Ji, and when the halberd was blocked, he suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a sword ball filled with Taiyi Gengjin Qi, which slashed out a streak of white light and pierced Prince Mo Jiao's neck.

Boom!
A dull bell rang.

The golden bronze bell covered Prince Mo Jiao, who took a sword attack head-on. However, the Taiyi Gengjin Sword Pill was Marshal Song's most valuable magic weapon, and the bronze bell had been in battle with Nezha and was already badly damaged.

One blow.

The swift Taiyi Gengjin Sword Ball completely shattered the bronze bell magic weapon and then stabbed straight at Prince Mojiao.

呲!
Prince Mo Jiao had no time to dodge and could only turn his head to avoid it. The white light from the Taiyi Gengjin Sword Pill cut across his face, leaving a wound deep enough to see the bone.

Blood gushed out.

He roared in pain and raised the shining pearl magic weapon. The indigo Liuren sacred water gushed out, forming a waterspout that protected him in the center.

The Liuren Divine Water swept over, and the marshals were temporarily helpless.

The Liuren Divine Water spewed out by this magic pearl is as famous as the Liuding Divine Fire, and is also well-known within the Three Realms.

The Liu Ding Divine Fire is said to be able to melt and refine everything, while the Liu Ren Divine Water is said to be able to dissolve and corrode everything. Once ordinary magic weapons come into contact with the Liu Ren Divine Water, their spirituality will be destroyed and their foundation will be corroded.

Therefore, all the marshals were a little hesitant and did not dare to gamble their own magic weapons on the power of Liuren Divine Water.

"This evildoer's magic weapon is extremely powerful. Quickly summon the Thunder and Fire Battalions to come and help!" A Marshal Zhentian waved his cloak and called on the soldiers of the Thunder and Fire Battalions of the Three Qin Army.

The space above the sea surface began to fluctuate, as if a passage connecting the two worlds had appeared.

despair!
Lu Jun stepped out of the imaginary space and looked up, only to see more than 200 majestic Marshal Zhentian, wearing purple-gold helmets and fine-gold armor, surrounding him. Each of them had murderous intent in their eyes, as if he was the demon that the Great Heavenly Venerable had ordered to be captured.

"Lu Jun!"

Song Yi, the Heavenly Guardian Marshal of the Sword Camp, recognized his celestial soldiers and immediately scolded them, "How dare you, a mere golden-armored celestial soldier, come to this battlefield? Why don't you retreat immediately?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun realized that he had mistakenly entered the battlefield where Marshal Zhentian was encircling and capturing Prince Mojiao. He lowered his eyes and saw that the indigo-colored Liuren Holy Water on the sea had formed a waterspout, protecting Prince Mojiao layer by layer.

The golden shuttle that had previously plotted against him was made by Prince Mo Jiao.

Thinking of this sneak attack.

Lu Jun raised his hands and saluted the marshals, saying, "Marshals, I might try to break this beast's Liuren Divine Water!"

"Oh?"

Marshal Song of the Sword Camp was delighted when he heard this: "What skills do you have that can break his Liuren Divine Water?"

Lu Jun took out the purple jade magnetic ruler from his treasure bag and said, "I have a magic weapon from my master that can break the water and fire magic. You can give it a try."

Marshal Song secretly transmitted his message to the other marshals, and after a while, he said, "Lu Jun, you can try. If you can truly break the Six Ren Divine Water of this evil dragon, this marshal will commend you for your achievement!"

"I obey your command, little immortal." Lu Jun saluted and responded, holding the purple jade magnetic ruler in his hand. He gathered all his magic power and pointed it at the Liuren Holy Water on the sea.

All of a sudden.

A dazzling purple light brushed towards the Liuren Divine Water.

hum!
When the purple-glowing magnetic field collided with the Liuren Divine Water, it was like flames melting gold and ice and snow melting, directly disintegrating the waterspout formed by the Liuren Divine Water.

Wow!
Each drop of the divine water fell powerlessly into the sea, like a dragon with its tendons pulled out.

Prince Mo Jiao raised his head. The wound on his cheek, deep enough to see the bone, was shrouded in sword energy. Blood was still flowing down, covering half of his body. He looked up at the marshals in the sky and suddenly laughed bitterly: "Gods, gods!"

"You live in the high Nine Heavens, wielding all your power and authority. Anyone who disobeys your command will be killed and their clan destroyed, and will not be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation."

"How ridiculous that my Mo Jiao clan has always lived and worked in peace and contentment, never competing with the world."

"I never imagined that the West Sea Dragon King's treacherous complaint would lead to 30,000 heavenly soldiers descending upon the earth."

Prince Mo Jiao released his strength, a sarcastic smile curling his lips. "I wonder if the high and mighty immortals have ever asked the old Dragon King of the West Sea what treasures my Mo Jiao clan stole from him, and which of his shrines were burned?"

above the sky.

The Marshals of Zhentian said nothing, but just raised their magic weapons and smashed them down.

boom!
All kinds of weapons fell on Prince Mo Jiao, breaking his bones and muscles, and rotting his flesh and blood, leaving him with only his last breath.

"cough!"

Prince Mo Jiao held up his heavy eyelids and took his last breath. His bloodshot eyes turned to Lu Jun. He grinned with all his might, "Little heavenly soldier, this prince... will remember you."

puff!
Marshal Zhentian Song Yi raised his Fang Tian Huaji and slashed it down. The huge dragon head, with its eyes wide open, rolled into the sea.

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