Clan Cultivation: Starting with Liver Experience

Fang Lintian became increasingly angry, and Lu Ya's reluctant look just now confirmed his previous guess.

"drink!"

Fang Lintian shouted low, and a foot-long blazing purple light erupted from his eyes, and then a little spiritual light jumped out from his heavenly spirit.

It was a small Nascent Soul figure that was only three inches tall and looked the same as Fang Lintian.

Fang Lintian Yuanying's little face was covered with frost, and he also held a small imperial sword in his hand. The moment he jumped out, he was already charging towards Lu Ya with the sword.

The biggest difference between the Nascent Soul and the physical body of a monk is that the Nascent Soul has no flesh and blood entity, so it moves extremely fast.

In just an instant, Fang Lintian's Nascent Soul flashed above Lu Ya's head, and the imperial sword in his hand burst out with golden sword energy, slashing vertically with the sword.

This sword seemed to be an order from the emperor to kill the rebels, with extremely strong murderous intent and anger.

At the same time, Fang Lintian's body manipulated the divine light of chaos to attack Lu Ya's Dantian at a tricky angle, and he even hit Lu Ya's chest with the small Five Elements Hunyuan Divine Thunder.

In just a short moment, Fang Lintian launched a sharp attack on Lu Ya's three vital points of energy, energy and spirit.

If he succeeds in hitting any of them, Lu Ya's life-saving jade talisman may be passively triggered.

In this way, Lu Ya would naturally be defeated by him.

Facing Fang Lintian's angry blow, Lu Ya suddenly raised his head, raised one palm in front of him, and slowly pushed forward.

As Lu Ya pushed out with his palm, the onlookers saw that Lu Ya's palm seemed to push the surrounding space in the direction of Fang Lintian.

Looking from a distance, he could only see Fang Lintian constantly approaching Lu Ya, but because the space around him was being pushed outwards, the distance between him and Lu Ya was always much different.

"The laws of space!"

The monks present were all the best in their respective fields. As soon as Lu Ya took action, they immediately realized what kind of method Lu Ya was using at this time.

Among the Nascent Soul monks, basically all the monks present have been exposed to the laws of space, but they are limited to contact. It is extremely difficult to practice space spells at the Nascent Soul stage.

The reason is that the monks have insufficient understanding of the laws of heaven and earth. This will change as long as they advance to become gods.

Therefore, at this moment, the monks suddenly saw the spatial means used by Lu Ya, and all of them looked at him in surprise.

It doesn't matter how powerful this method is, but for Fang Lintian, it is definitely a surprise.

And just such a small distance made Fang Lintian's attack intention completely ineffective.

Especially Fang Lintian's Nascent Soul. When the space was pushed out, its Nascent Soul suffered the most rejection. It was pushed far away with almost no resistance, almost returning to the previous starting point.

After Lu Ya pushed out his palm, he held it in Fang Lintian's direction, and golden-red flames instantly enveloped Fang Lintian.

Then he once again pointed like a sword and drew it in front of him. With his movements, the black clouds in the sky began to surge crazily, and the breath of destruction escaped from them.

This aura was familiar to all the monks present. It was the aura of the Heavenly Tribulation that they had all experienced when they passed through the Nascent Soul Tribulation.

Boom! !

A dark purple lightning pillar that was ten feet thick fell, leaving ugly black marks in the space wherever it passed.

Living in the true fire of the sun, the anger in Fang Lintian's eyes was extremely strong.

"ah!!!"

Fang Lintian roared, and Yuanying submerged into his body in an instant.

If he leaves his Nascent Soul outside, it is very likely that his Nascent Soul will be completely evaporated after this thunder pillar falls.

The Nascent Soul sank into the dantian, and Fang Lintian's aura surged at this moment, and his mana was pouring into the chaotic divine light in front of him, almost regardless of consumption.

With a large supply of mana, the divine light of chaos continued to increase, and then turned into a beam of light and headed towards the dark purple thunder pillar.

The two collided, and a dazzling light erupted, but there was no loud noise at the first moment. The next moment, the battlefield turned into dark purple and chaotic colors, and endless impacts surged crazily in all directions.

After dozens of breaths passed, the impact slowly stopped until it subsided.

In the center of the battlefield, Lu Ya calmly retracted his fingers, coughed quietly, and looked calmly at Fang Lintian who was landing on the roof of the Black Rock Hall.

Although Fang Lintian blocked most of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder with the Chaos Divine Light, it was still not completely blocked. At this moment, his bun was messy, a large area of ​​blackened black appeared on the black gold uniform, and dark purple lightning arcs danced on the surface. Constantly moving.

The torso, arms and even the face were charred to a certain extent.

Outside his body, a faint golden shield enveloped him.

Obviously, the life-saving jade talisman given by the Immortal Sect saved his life.

Light flashed, and Fang Qingwu appeared beside Fang Lintian, pressing one hand on Fang Lintian's back.

"Brother!"

Fang Qingwu let out a low cry, then suddenly raised his head and looked at Lu Ya, with a cold murderous intent in his eyes.

A charred arm stopped in front of Fang Qingwu. Fang Lintian blew out a stream of hot air, his expression relaxed a lot. Then he looked up at Lu Ya and shook his head gently towards Fang Qingwu.

Seeing Fang Lintian like this, Fang Qingwu looked back.

Fang Lintian calmed down for a moment and looked up at Lu Ya: "Fellow Daoist Lu is very strong. I lost this battle."

After saying that, he threw a little green light towards Lu Ya, then refused Fang Qingwu's support and flew back to the Central Region team alone.

Lu Ya reached out to take Fang Lintian's life-saving count, then glanced at Fang Qingwu who was still standing on the Black Rock Hall, and then returned to the team in the Southern Territory with brisk steps.

"Fellow Daoist Lu is indeed a fellow Daoist Lu. We have just come into contact with this space spell, and we don't even have a clue about it. We didn't expect that Friend Lu would be able to use it in battle."

Seeing Lu Ya come back, Ji Xinhu smiled and said.

Seeing this, Lu Ya shook his head and said: "It's just a simple application, and it's unexpected. If it were a real battle, it would be impossible to use this half-hearted method."

Ji Xinhu, Xia Houjie, Song Zhan and other people who had also comprehended space Taoism looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

“It’s really hard to know how to answer a question.”

"Let's not talk about this anymore," Xia Houjie came to Lu Ya's side, "Brother Lu, now only you and Yang Yu from the Western Region and Fang Qingwu from the Central Region are left. The championship is right around the corner."

"That's right." "Fellow Daoist Lu is super strong. This time the leader of the Immortal Sect should be included in our Southern Territory."

When Xia Houjie said this, other monks in the Southern Region suddenly realized this and started discussing excitedly.

"But the two opponents at the back, whether they are Dayan Demon Slayer or Wan Dao Princess, are not easy ones." Xia Houjie turned to look at Jiang Daoying, "Junior brother Jiang, you have fought against Wan Dao Princess before. Princess Dao, do you have any suggestions?"

Hearing this, Jiang Daoying looked at Lu Ya and said: "Prince Wandao is very good at illusions. Her illusions should be combined with the Nascent Soul realm. If Brother Lu is pulled into the illusion by her, he needs to break through it as soon as possible, otherwise he will be trapped in the illusion." The longer you wait, the greater the chance of defeat."

"What else?" Xia Houjie urged.

Jiang Daoying shook his head in embarrassment.

"The methods of Princess Wandao are too mysterious. I haven't fought with her for a long time, so I didn't see much."

Jiang Daoying said it very directly, and Xia Houjie also expressed his understanding.

Not to mention him, even Xia Houjie and others were a little confused after fighting against Princess Wandao, and they lost without knowing what happened.

Lu Ya nodded slowly when he heard this. In fact, to him, Yang Yu was more noteworthy.

As an advanced version of Meng Huaisheng, Yang Yu is superior to Meng Huaisheng in terms of his development of the Zhangliu Golden Body and his proficiency in the Ming Dynasty King's Palm.

Although Yang Yu's method does not appear to be complicated, even this level of specialization shows an unparalleled power.

While everyone was discussing, Jiang Daoying began to walk towards the center of the battlefield.

Everyone turned around and saw that the Demon Slayer of Dayan from the Western Region had arrived at the center of the battlefield and was waiting.

The battle between Jiang Daoying and Yang Yu is the last battle before the championship battle.

Dayan Demon Slayer Yang Yuzhang's six-gold body is invulnerable to all means, and Wuliang Haiya's peerless swordsman Jiang Daoying has the best killing power among all.

The conflict between the two can be said to be a real conflict.

Whether the strongest shield will crush the sharpest spear, or the strongest spear will pierce the solidest shield, this is the battle.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the battle between Jiang Daoying and Yang Yu officially began.

After a while, Xia Houjie showed a look of regret.

"Sure enough, the six-foot-long golden body of this Dayan Demon Slayer is too hard. Even Junior Brother Jiang's sword cannot cause too much damage. Those sword wounds can only be considered to this Demon Slayer. It’s just a skin injury, far less than a broken muscle or bone.”

In this regard, many Southern Region monks did not speak, even though what Xia Houjie said was true.

After Yang Yu and Jiang Daoying returned to their teams, this Immortal Competition also ushered in the final battle.

Only three people maintained a complete victory record in the end, and the leader will be born among the three.

The remaining monks kept changing their gazes on Lu Ya and the others, trying to see something through their expressions.

But it's a pity that neither Lu Ya nor Yang Yu nor Fang Qingwu are the kind of people who express emotions clearly.

But one thing is that the three of them have a tacit understanding and do not go to war directly. Instead, they are all meditating and adjusting their breath.

It seems that the final battle to win the championship will be held only after returning to the best condition.

Time passes quickly, and a day passes in the blink of an eye.

One day, for the monks here with a life span of two thousand years, is really a short time, so no one has any irritability, and they are all quietly waiting for the final battle to come.

As many monks were waiting, the Central Region team was the first to show fluctuations. Fang Qingwu walked out of the Central Region team, glanced at Lu Ya, and quickly came to the center of the battlefield.

Obviously, she wanted to fight Lu Ya first, and it seemed that she wanted to avenge her eldest brother.

When Lu Ya saw this, he didn't stop, his footsteps fell, and he came to the center of the battlefield.

As Lu Ya's footsteps fell, the atmosphere on the entire battlefield suddenly became silent.

Lu Ya looked at the opposite side. Fang Qingwu's beautiful eyes had obvious murderous intent. The beauty was looking evil. It was originally a very beautiful scene, but unfortunately he was the source of the beauty looking evil.

Three breaths after Lu Ya left the field, Fang Qingwu said nothing and started fighting directly.

The extremely graceful long knife appeared in her hand, and then she slashed it through the air.

A sword energy went straight to Lu Ya's door, which also meant that the battle to win the championship had officially begun.

The Jianshou knife in Lu Ya's hand cut across and easily chopped up the oncoming sword energy.

The next moment, a jade face suddenly enlarged in his eyes.

Just at the moment when the battle started, Fang Qingwu had already unfolded his Dharma form, swung his sword with the Dharma form, and slashed towards Lu Ya with the majestic and endless sword energy.

With one slash, the vertical and horizontal sword energy split even the bright starlight above the sky into two, revealing the dark night sky behind the sky.

Facing this exaggeratedly powerful sword, Lu Ya closed his eyes slightly. The next moment he opened his eyes, and his body suddenly swelled.

In just an instant, he had grown to a body of a hundred feet, the same size as Fang Qingwu's Dharma form.

At the same time, he also slashed out with his sword. The sword energy with black cracks drew a perfect arc and collided with Fang Qingwu's sword energy.

boom! !

The sword energy is like rain.

A flash of sword light flashed, slashing towards Fang Qingwu's neck.

Fang Qingwu narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a thought, the Dharma image disappeared instantly.

Lu Ya was not surprised at all when the long sword was swung in the air. The next moment he raised the Jianshou Dao high and struck Fang Qingwu with a condescending strike.

The knife fell as fast as lightning.

Fang Qingwu's expression changed dramatically, and her body was like catkins, squeezing Lu Ya's blade and dodging it.

After dodging Lu Ya's knife, she suddenly raised her head and looked directly into Lu Ya's eyes, strange fluctuations emanating from her body.

"The Princess of Ten Thousand Daos has displayed her domain."

Jiang Daoying said simultaneously.

Lu Ya was in a trance and found himself in a vast expanse of white sky and earth. He was the only one in the sky and earth, but Fang Qingwu was nowhere to be seen.

"Fellow Daoist Fang's method is really mysterious. He actually made Lu fall under your spell without any sound. It's really tyrannical."

Looking at the vast white sky and earth, Lu Ya couldn't help but speak out.

No response.

Lu Ya didn't care. Just as he was about to break through, he felt a strange wave coming towards him.

Clang!

The sound of a knife sounded, and Lu Ya's arm shook slightly.

"This strength is really not weak." Lu Ya split the incoming attack with a knife, feeling his slightly numb arm, and grinned.

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, a sharp blade appeared out of thin air and struck Lu Ya again.

Lu Ya felt the sword energy and looked strange.

This sword energy was clearly the same as the one he had slashed earlier.

Can this space actually copy his attack?

At this moment, the sword energy was facing him, and Lu Ya couldn't help but think about it.

I saw him swing out again to cut off the incoming sword energy.

The next moment, the same sword energy as the one he had just struck struck out of thin air again.

And the strength was even 10% greater than what Lu Ya had used himself. (End of chapter)