If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

Lu Jing wanted to kill people freely today.

Reflected by the three stars in the sky, even though there are too many supernatural powers shrouded in the east city, too many martial arts spirits billowing like smoke, the sword in Lu Jing's hand is still sharp.

Originally, he still had some fantasies about this prosperous Taixuanjing. He always felt that there was a prosperous Mingyujing in the sky, and there should be an equally prosperous Dafuxuandu in the world.

But today, Mr. Guanqi, who had protected him and taught him for more than two years, entered the Taixuan Palace and never came back.

Lu Jing also went back to Yanglu Street while thinking about it, the small courtyard in Kongshan Lane on Yanglu Street was still there, but Xu Wugui, Zhuo Yaoluo and even Qingyue had all gone.

Qingyue was not in Taixuanjing, Lu Jing looked again, but suddenly felt that Taixuanjing was also deserted.

Why stay in the barren land for so long?

Wouldn't it be better to go to a barren mountain after getting used to seeing a barren place, to see the green pines in the barren hills, to see the clouds and rain in the distant mountains, and to take a look at the chess game that Emperor Chongtian is proud of?

Dixing Yinghuo fluttered in the sky.

Ji Du Luo Hou looked a little dim in front of Ying Huo Di Xing.

But the dim starlight shone on the sword in Lu Jing's hand, but it made the sword in Lu Jing's hand glow with a faint blood color.

In that bloody color, there was a big slaughter.

"Yinghuodixing hasn't made Mr. Lu Jing lose his mind yet..."

There are many literati among the ministers in the court. They have always respected Mr. Lu Jing, who is both excellent in poetry and painting.

One day shines on the three stars, casts the star palace, and turns into a mountain of holding swords.

On the Xinggong Sword Mountain, heavy snow fell, and the snow was three feet.

Just like the ice peak where the fourth Mr. Ji Shen'an once practiced his sword.

Here, the east city becomes more and more mysterious, as if it is integrated with this sword-holding mountain.

Lu Jing stood on the top of the mountain, holding his sword and looking down, the strong man here was completely in his eyes.

Da Jiangdong went to Langqiandie!

Suddenly there was surging energy and blood hitting the shore, and a shadow suddenly emerged from the void, just like a thousand waves.

From that wave, a young Xuanyi guest suddenly stepped out of the cloudy sky.

He holds a big flag in his hand.

There is nothing above the big flag, just a piece of golden yellow.

"Under the imperial power, everything is like dust!"

"Under the imperial flag, everyone who deserves to die will die!"

The Martial Dao Qi machine arrived in an instant, the figure of the Xuanyi guest was erratic, the air was torn apart between the big banners, and the surrounding air waves rolled around for a while, the power and power were almost unmatched.

Always hidden in the void, the immortal who wanted to take Lu Jing's life finally made a move.

Lu Jing's sword slays the blue dragon, and his courage is already full. If he cherishes the life of the strong here again, maybe that Lu Jing will really run away!

The young man's sword armor and sword light were like the sun, and if it dragged on for a little longer, the courage of these strong men who came to besiege and kill Lu Jing would definitely be crushed by Lu Jing's sword holding mountain.

Because of this, Captain Xuanyi, who has always been in command of 5,400 Xuanyi guards in Taixuanjing, finally made a move.

He is the Imperial Guard of Emperor Chongtian, and he has been hidden in the palace for even longer than Emperor Chongtian.

When this person shot, the sky seemed to be torn apart.

An indescribable spirit envelops the captain in Xuanyi and climbs up the mountain together with the spirit of martial arts.

On the sword holding mountain, Lu Jing lowered his head while holding the sword, and then looked at another void.

In that void, Shen Buyi, who was wearing a rune armor, had long since disappeared.

There was a whistling sound from Zhijian Mountain, a huge and suppressed vitality was like a landslide from bottom to top, and there was a great majesty.

Until this moment!

The strong men who came to besiege Lu Jing finally found out...

"There is a human immortal hidden in the east city!"

"Human immortals, heavenly beings, two of the eight realms, plus the strong here, can Lu Jingan..."

Someone's spiritual thoughts are flying, but his spiritual thoughts have not yet fallen.

Lu Jing's Heavenly King Luohou dharma body suddenly stood in the clouds, bowed his head and said, "Whoever stops me, come climb the mountain!"

"This mountain contains my sword energy, hangs my sword light, spreads my sword intent, and also has nine-star supernatural powers to illuminate this mountain.

Lu Jing was in the mountains, but he also walked against the mountains.

Entering my mountain, there is no way out! "

Lu Jing stood on the Star Palace of Holding Sword Mountain.

In an instant, the mountain of holding sword was densely covered with wind and rain, and the mountain of holding sword suddenly became mysterious.

Lu Jing's figure was also vaguely visible.

Until a sword shines!

A sword light is like an avalanche!

Snowflakes flew and dust turned into chaotic swirls.

Snowflakes, dust, rocks on the mountain, and forest trees all become sword light, sword energy, and sword intent.

This kind of power changes the color of the world.

In the hands of the mysterious Human Immortal Captain Xuanyi, the golden banner was suddenly raised, and he was also swallowed into the mist.

In the wind and rain environment, Shen Buyi's figure appeared, stepped into the wind and rain, and saw thunderbolts crashing down in the wind and rain, and Taibai sword light flying wantonly.

Countless sword qi are fearless and full of cold killing intent, as if they want to cut everything away.

"Lu Jing is very different from before."

"He is no longer a gentleman who lives in a corner and only cares about teaching, but a scholar who travels thousands of miles with a sword.

If you walk with a sword, you must kill! "

Shen Buyi thought about this, but turned around and looked back.

But at the foot of the mountain holding the sword behind him, there are already hundreds of ministers and generals who are about to climb the mountain!

Outside the East City, the Shaozhu Kingdom was waiting in battle, waiting for Lu Jing to escape from the East City after being unable to withstand the conquest of more than a hundred people.

"enough!"

Shen Bu doubted: "These more than a hundred people are the price, enough for Captain Xuanyi and I to kill him!"

"Besides, after those hundreds of people, there are still many climbers around Taixuanjing."

"Climbing the mountain and killing Lu Jing is a great achievement, enough for me to enter the Dafu court."

Surrounding Shen Buyi's body, circles of runes burst with vitality, and the bursting flames also condensed into a rune bow.

The famous legalist held the talisman bow and drew the bowstring, and shot an arrow.

The arrow was mixed with runes, divine thoughts, and pure yang thunder, just like a thunderbolt from the sky, straight to the top of the mountain.

And the golden banner shrouded, covering the wind and rain.

"Everyone, climb the mountain!"

The voice of Captain Xuanyi came.

In the eyes of Nan Heyu, Luo Mingyue, and Liu in the East City, all kinds of mysterious supernatural powers, powerful Qi and blood Xuangong, and strong martial arts spirit rushed from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

"Hundreds of people climb the peak!" Nan Heyu was slightly taken aback.

Master Liu hugged Liuquan Guqin tightly and said, "There are two other Eight Realms among them!"

"Eight Realms..." Even Nan Heyu is the pride of the world, and her practice is advancing rapidly.

But when she heard the word "Bajing", her body still trembled slightly.

Luo Mingyue was still in a trance while holding the Toad Soul Sword.

Nan Heyu didn't want to watch it anymore.

In the East Palace, a trace of unbearableness flashed across the face of the Crown Princess.

A golden light suddenly shot out from the eyes of the prince with his hands behind his back.

He seemed to see something.

...

Twenty miles away from Dongcheng.

The extraordinary Jiang Xianshi squatted down.

"Jing Guogong is strong if he is strong, but his youthful temperament is inevitably too impulsive.

If he left Dongcheng as soon as possible and did not kill the Prince of Qi, Gu Chenxiao, or the Seventh Prince, Yuxuanlou, the matter would be simpler, at least he would not have to draw out the Taihua veins. "

"But now... the Taihua veins have to leave the Taihua Tianzhu."

Jiang Xianshi lamented the strength of Lu Jing's star palace holding the sword mountain, and also lamented Lu Jing's youthful vigor, but his hand finally fell to the ground.

All of a sudden, the earth shook!

Immediately, Jiang Xianshi's complexion changed drastically.

He looked at Lu Jing in the distance, and his heart trembled slightly: "Duke Jing has already noticed the pulse of Taihua? That's why he dared to ignore the 160,000-strong army of dancing dragons?"

"His catalog of Taihua Mountains and Rivers Emperor's Son actually has such a clear understanding?"

When Jiang Xian thought about this, he felt more and more the throbbing of the Taihua pulse in the earth.

"So Jing Guogong can get out of trouble now, but he still erected the mountain of holding the sword. What exactly is he going to do?"

Jiang Xianshi suddenly shuddered.

Just as he thought, a blood mist bloomed in the Sword Holding Mountain shrouded in wind and rain in an instant.

Climbers, someone is dead!

Jiang Xianshi's pupils shrank slightly.

"Jing Guogong wants to kill, he wants to feed Yinghuo, and he wants to feed the sword in his hand!"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help frowning slightly, and then relaxed.

"Knowing that Lord Jing Guo has contributed to the world, knowing that the drought in the middle of the river ended because of Lord Jing Guo, knowing that all the people in the world respect Jing Guogong.

But these people still came to Dongcheng immediately to besiege Jing Guogong and his generation, hoping that Jing Guogong would die. "

"I think Duke Jing also wants to use the heads of these people to pay homage to Mr. Guanqi."

Jiang Xian thought so in his heart.

When he saw that the blood-colored mist on Zhijian Mountain was getting thicker and thicker, and even the heavy rain on the mountain turned blood-colored, Jiang Xianshi finally realized that his body was trembling uncontrollably.

"Rightening the Tianzhu...hopefully!"

"Wei Xuanjun can support the Tianzhu, so naturally Duke Jing can too!"

Jiang Xianshi couldn't wait to laugh, as if he had never been a minister of Dafu, but just the lord of Taihua City.

...

Lu Jing was killing people.

Brahma Dharma Body is running, but it is no longer a Bodhisattva statue, but an Asura, but a Rahu!

Na Luohu Fashen hid in Nanming with a thunderbolt in his hand, with sword lights brewing in his brows.

And these sword lights are too sharp.

The strong men who besieged and killed Lu Jing here were all from the seventh realm.

Warriors in the Seven Realms are full of energy and blood, their bodies are harder than iron, and their souls are also indestructible under the spiritual protection of gods and spirits.

As for the Yuanshen monks in the seven realms, the Yuanshen lives in the real palace, and the golden light shines everywhere, even if the body dies, the Yuanshen will not die.

But on the Sword Holding Mountain, under the light of Emperor Yinghuo's stars.

Often an understatement of sword energy flies by, and the primordial spirit is crushed by the unrivaled killing energy, the indestructible body is also corroded by the Yinghuo Emperor Star, the martial arts spirit is rotten, and the martial arts beacon is extinguished!

"Those who came to climb the mountain and those who came to block the way will all be buried in the sword-holding mountain!"

Everyone in Liu saw it clearly: "How many people is Lu Jing going to kill?"

Nan Heyu remained silent.

Luo Mingyue turned her head to look at Taixuan Palace, the mist in Taixuan Palace could not be seen clearly at all.

"The Holy Monarch never gave an order, slave..." Luo Mingyue said thoughtfully, "Taixuanjing suffered heavy losses this time."

...

"Is this chopping melons and vegetables?"

On Zhenwu Mountain, the Master of Zhenwu Mountain stroked his snow-white long beard, and he casually threw the whisk aside.

At this moment, he is holding a gossip mirror in his hand. In the mirror, the Sword Holding Mountain stands high in the east city of Taixuan Jing.

Some people climbed the mountain one after another.

They couldn't see through the wind and rain, couldn't see through the blood mist in the sword energy, and eventually turned into dry bones and became a part of the blood mist.

"Killing too many people is not beneficial to my world."

Next to Master Zhenwu Mountain, a man with a hatchet shook his head.

He frowned and said: "The strong in the world are already withered, and if they are killed by this Lu Jing, wait until the next spiritual wave comes..."

Master Zhenwu Mountain suddenly stretched out his hand, and slammed the man's forehead with the mirror.

The man with the hatchet was in pain, covered his forehead, and looked at Master Zhenwu in puzzlement.

"Ruyang, you are my eldest disciple, but you are the most stupid.

Compared with Mr. Da in the library and the monks reading scriptures in Daleiyin Temple, they are much worse. "

"Even Guanyang and Xuanyang are much smarter than you, not to mention that little Yunlong."

Master Zhenwu Mountain hated that iron cannot be made into steel, and said: "If you were born in Taixuanjing, people would eat your bones."

Ru Yangzi was not upset when he heard Zhenwu Mountain Master's reprimand, he just lowered his head.

These two masters on Zhenwu Mountain were talking, their five senses were so sensitive, suddenly they heard someone whispering again.

"Zhenwu Mountain Lord will really put gold on his face. Master Uncle is not comparable to Mr. Da, so can he be comparable to Master?"

... Master Zhenwu Mountain took a deep breath, picked up the dust whisk on the ground and waved it lightly.

The vitality was condensed, and the two masters and apprentices who were hiding not far away were immediately photographed in front of them.

"Yunlong, don't talk nonsense."

Ru Yang, who had just been taught a lesson by Master Zhenwu Mountain, scolded.

The young Daoist Yunlong, who is not afraid of anything, shrank his head and nodded lightly.

"Lord of the mountain, Taoist priest Taoshan is here to visit."

Xuan Yangzi, the master of Taoist priest Yunlong, lowered his eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, and reported respectfully.

Master Zhenwu stood up and walked out of the mountain gate.

I saw a Taoist in a loose monk's robe waiting in front of the door.

Master Zhenwu Mountain bowed to the monk, looked around, and said: "This is Zhenwu Mountain, the devil's head is buried here, even if Dafu Shengjun and Beiqin Dazhuwang come here, they must not fight."

He just finished speaking.

From the country road, Mr. Jiu stepped out with a large Zhanqing mountain on his back.

In another forest, two mysterious people wearing black robes and black cloaks, whose faces were deeply hidden under the cloaks, walked out slowly.

The two mysterious people glanced at Mr. Jiu, and there seemed to be a woman among them who whispered softly: "The library is getting more and more presumptuous, knowing that we are from Taixuan Palace, and dare to show murderous intentions to us."

Mr. Jiu bowed his head and said: "There is always someone who will be liquidated, Mr. Guanqi will not die in vain.

I am different from the other gentlemen, even if the world is in trouble, I will take revenge first. "

The mysterious woman said: "The big enmity doesn't stop at Mr. Guanqi.

Even if Lu Jing killed some people, he would not be able to get out of the dragon dance formation, and he would inevitably die.

Mr. Jiu, you also have to remember his great enemy. "

Mr. Jiu seemed to be poked into a sore spot, and there were waves in his eyes.

At this moment, the young Taoist Yun Longzi suddenly said: "The mist on the Sword Holding Mountain has cleared, and the ground is full of dead bones. This Lu Jing must be the reincarnation of a great devil, right?"

When Yun Longzi said this, he rolled his eyes and said to Xuanyangzi beside him, "Master, I bet you that this Lu Jing can't die."

Xuan Yangzi quickly glanced at Zhenwu Mountain Master who had a black line on his face, and said angrily: "You little bastard...you brat, how dare you be presumptuous...why bet with your teacher?"

Master Zhenwu Mountain was angry and was about to teach the two of them a lesson.

But in the gossip mirror, there was a bloody wind.

Lu Jing was still standing on the mountain, the captain in Xuanyi had never climbed to the top of the mountain, and neither was Shen Buyi, a famous legalist.

Taoist priest Taoshan nodded.

"After Jing Wushuang, Marquis of Zhongshan, became a great dragon and elephant...in the whole world, Lu Jing is invincible in Chunyang and Yuque!"

"It's the two pure yang statues of the eight realms and the peak of Yuque, with the wind and rain realm as their reliance, and the mountain of holding swords as their killing technique. If there are no more than a hundred strong men, I'm afraid they will die under Lu Jing's hands."

Taoist Yunlong's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Xuanyangzi.

Xuan Yangzi shook his head like a rattle: "No gambling."

Taoist Yunlong sighed, as if he had missed the opportunity to hit his master hard.

At this moment, Master Zhenwu Mountain suddenly looked at Yunlong and asked, "What did you see?"

Yunlong said casually: "I saw a broken sky pillar."