Gou Zai Xiong Bing Company Plays Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 137 The Ninth Knife, Breaking the Boundary!
But the ripples are just ripples, and the barriers of the planes are still extremely strong, and there is no sign of breaking at all.

"Still...can't you?"

After the eighth knife was swung, the red-gold soul fire was almost extinguished, and Lu Qingyang was completely exhausted, and he couldn't even hold the red blood in his hand.

At this time, Xiao Jiu finally arrived in a panic.

Along the way, she sprayed quite a lot of blood, and now it was all on the white hair, and a good white cat turned into red and white.

"Stinky Taoist priest!"

Xiao Jiu groaned and threw herself beside Lu Qingyang.

She saw the red-golden flame at a glance, and naturally understood that everything was irreversible at this time.

Her mind and soul are exhausted, even if she risked her life to reverse time and space, she would not be able to save her!
"Xiao Jiu?"

Hearing Xiao Jiu's voice, Lu Qingyang opened his eyes reluctantly, and said: "Get out of the way, Pindao still has the last knife, don't hurt you!"

"you..."

Xiao Jiu lay beside Lu Qingyang, unable to speak a word.

How could she fail to see that Lu Qingyang was exhausted at this time, and even the red blood could not be lifted up, so what kind of knife would he use?

"Are these Huaxia people so important? Are you worth everything?"

"Don't underestimate my human race."

After panting for a long time, Lu Qingyang said: "Since the time of prehistoric times, our human race has become the prey of that ferocious beast because of our shallow foundation and no one to protect us."

"I don't know how many heroes and heroes were filled in, and how many generous and tragic people were sacrificed, so that our human race became the master of the prehistoric world!"

Sitting down on the ground, Lu Qingyang struggled to drag the red blood into his arms, panting: "At that time, the two clans of liches shared the world, who would dare to say that the sages of our human race were not acting against the sky?"

"But our human race is still alive and well, multiplying and growing?"

"This heavenly way, in fact, it is a bullying thing!"

At this point, the way of heaven is furious, even in this space, there are still countless calamity clouds gathering rapidly, and the catastrophe of destruction is about to fall.

Lu Qingyang was not even interested in glancing at the sky, he just looked at Xiao Jiu and said softly: "Don't cry, after I go, those apprentices will be handed over to you, you know?"

Xiao Jiu shook her head vigorously, humming, and Lu Qingyang couldn't hear what she was saying.

"Go, go! Take care of those brats for me!"

After another moment of delay, the scarlet golden flame on Lu Qingyang's body was so weak that it was almost invisible, and finally he gathered enough strength to grab Xiao Jiu by the neck and throw her out.

"Hahahahaha!"

Lu Qingyang, who was sitting on the ground, laughed wildly, and roared angrily: "It's just a mere way of heaven, do you want to use my Huaxia human race as bait?"

After finishing speaking, the red golden flame was extinguished, and Lu Qingyang used his last strength to make the ninth cut.

It is said to be chopping, but in fact, it can only be lifted up reluctantly, and it is no longer able to fall down.

It's just that after he mentioned the red blood, a huge force of luck descended on him, and the red golden flame that had been extinguished suddenly surged up, almost engulfing the surrounding universe!

At this moment, all of Lu Qingyang's apprentices in Blue Star were stunned.

In fact, they have been in a state of bewilderment since Xiaojiu went "crazy", but now they are even more bewildered.

Not only them, but almost all Chinese people were stunned—the entire land of China, wherever people went, a golden flame was burned, and it was so high that it burned the sky into red gold!

Moreover, in the golden sea of ​​flames that stretched from sky to earth, many blood-red figures rose up!
At first, some people panicked, but when they realized that the flame was neither hot nor burning, everyone fell into a state of confusion.

What the hell is this?

What are those figures?
According to the book, this golden flame is actually not fire, but luck.

Since the calamity of the Lich, the human race has gradually risen and become the protagonist in this world. Wherever people go, there will be the power of luck left behind.

As for the blood-red figure, it is the imprint left by those who once fought for the rise of the human race.

The luck of the human race appeared, only three times in total.

Nuwa appeared once when she was kneading earth to create a human being, once during the Lich War, once when she was conferred the gods, and never appeared again.

The first time was the first birth, the second time preserved the human race's bloodline, and the third time completely confirmed the human race's personality as the protagonist of the world.

Since he became a god, he has never appeared again!

Appearing this time, as Lu Qingyang said, it was to give the people a chance of life.

Then the judge asked, this human race is not about to be exterminated, so how could it become a glimmer of life?
The details inside are not listed for the time being, as long as you know what's going on, it's fine.

Besides, after the blessing of the luck of the human race, Lu Qingyang, who was already exhausted and about to lose his soul, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and bounced off the ground as if he had started from a catapult.

"Ninth knife, break the boundary!"

After a loud roar, with Xiao Jiu's bewildered expression, the plane barrier shattered, opening the boss.

Even the robbery clouds that filled the sky were chopped off without a trace!

The dense purple air flowed out from the breach in the barrier of the plane, turning into phantoms of three saints.

Two of them first bowed their hands to Lu Qingyang, and then went straight to Huaxia's Tongtian altar to preach.

The last one turned into the appearance of Houtu, and sighed: "Oh, disciple, don't blame the teacher for being cruel, if it is not like this, your way will not go far!"

After finishing speaking, Hou Tu looked at Xiao Jiu, who was soaked in blood, and said, "Don't be sad, Xiao Jiu, my apprentice still has a little life, but he is not here."

Xiao Jiu was overjoyed when he heard the words, and hurriedly asked: "Where is that? My lady, tell me quickly, I will take him right away!"

"He can go there, but you can't."

Houtu smiled and said, "So, you little kitty should stay here and wait for him to come back!"

Xiaojiu looked confused, where can a stinky Taoist priest go, but Ben Miao can't?
Men's room?Or a men's bathroom?

This is not nonsense, this meow is a meow, but not a human, where can't I go?
Xiaojiu opened her mouth and wanted to ask, but Houtu waved his hand and popped out a ray of light, which turned into a pill and fell into her mouth.

The elixir melted in the mouth, Xiao Jiu felt his eyes go dark, and lost consciousness.

Hou Tu reached out and brushed off the blood on her body, then smiled and hugged Xiao Jiu in his arms, and went straight to Huaxia.

After Houtu left, Lu Qingyang, who had been maintaining that posture after swinging the ninth saber, suddenly became blurred as if he had punched a finger.

A moment later, even the figure of Lu Qingyang with the red blood sword disappeared completely in place.

In the vast universe, there was only one dilapidated Babel altar left, silently staying in place, witnessing the heaven-defying things that happened here.

　Will change that later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)