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

  Chapter 221 Blood falling from the double pupil [Brother Xie is the leader of the evil book friends]

  The supernatural power is about ten feet tall, with clusters of brilliance lingering around his body.

  At this time, another ancient star faintly appeared in the sky. The ancient starlight merged with the brilliance of this supernatural power, and suddenly a brilliant brilliance emerged.

  The brilliance is shining, illuminating two or three miles around.

  Lu Jing stood with his sword in hand.

  The magical body punched down.

  In just a moment, the explosive sound centered on this supernatural body, turning into ripples and agitating.

  Lu Jing's eyes were calm, and the mysterious immortal power circulating in the White Deer Sword poured into his body and then into his primordial spirit.

   Let his unsustainable primordial spirit have a little more energy.

"Sword Qi Zhaobi Mountain has a total of 108 changes and 108 sword moves. This is not a simple sword technique, but a way to fight the enemy. If I can use it skillfully, my combat power will not be limited. Yu Yijian has supernatural powers."

   Lu Jing shook the White Deer Sword in his hand, the power of the immortal wrapped his soul, and a huge amount of vitality surged around him crazily.

   Bang!

  A crisp sound came from the White Deer Sword. It seemed that there was only one sound, but it contained eight syllables.

  It is the eight sounds of everyone Liu.

  The octave took off, facing the roaring ripples that came first, and blasted out a series of crackling sounds.

  Lu Jing controlled his vitality and soared tens of feet into the sky. Behind him, Brahma's Dharma body appeared, a bodhisattva with a majestic appearance, with a lion seal in his hand, and greeted the falling punch.

  "The background is profound, but it is a bit too confident."

  The supernatural power body dropped a punch, and fires ignited in all directions, shining starlight.

  Bursts of heavy primordial thoughts entered Lu Jing's mind, trying to crush Lu Jing's primordial spirit.

  Sword energy rises from Bishan Mountain, and establishes Qingfeng again!

   Fanri Dharma Body Lion Seal enveloped Lu Jing's body, but there was another sword energy as heavy as a mountain rising sharply from it.

   The turbulent vitality melted into the sword light, and merged into the lion seal, colliding with that circle!

  Boom!

   There was an explosion.

  The vitality wrapped in the magical body and Lu Jingruo's breeze-like sword light dissipated and turned into a thick mist.

   covered the tracks of the two.

  Lu Jing stood on the palm of Fanri's dharma body, with one hundred and eight sword intents standing beside him.

  The sword is full of intentions, overwhelming.

   Lu Jing, who was not aware of it at first, turned around suddenly.

  But he saw a huge palm of vitality suddenly hit him behind him.

  At the same time, there seemed to be a supernatural power manifested, and the tide of vitality turned into an anaconda. The anaconda bared its sharp fangs and bit Lu Jing.

  The anaconda is too huge, probably more than ten feet high, if it bites into the void around Lu Jing, even Fanri Dharma Body will be bitten off most of it!

  The tyranny of the supernatural monk lies in this.

But Lu Jing was dressed in white, and the 108 mountains of sword intent around him ebbed and flowed one after another. With the vibration of the white deer, the seventy-two mountains of sword intent behind him became extremely towering in an instant, cutting off the water. Reckless way.

   "This supernatural power with vitality like a python comes from Nanzhao Kingdom."

  Lu Jing's eyes flickered, but his body was wrapped in sword energy, and he stood upright with a mountain of sword intent under his feet. In this extremely short moment, Lu Jing's body was raised by twenty feet.

   "This palm is another sneaky power, not the right way."

  A heavy starlight fell from the sky, and the fate of Dou Xingguan set off quietly.

  In just a split second, when starlight poured into Lu Jing's eyes, Lu Jing could clearly see the ghostly aura circulating in the huge handprint.

  While the sword intent was rising, suddenly a ray of righteousness burst out from Lu Jing's body, and it fell into the white deer's hand.

  Golden light surged all over his body, and in the high mountain of sword intent under his feet, there was actually a huge meaning hidden, like a sage lying in the mountain, preaching and teaching.

  The sword intent under his feet changed again, and it was blessed on the white deer in his hand. The white deer brought a golden brilliance, meandering away, going straight to the sky, stirring up wind and waves, and calling for heavy rain.

   That is, the two supernatural powers of storm and rainstorm are mixed with bursts of arrogance.

  The White Deer Sword was also like a swift and fierce aurora, piercing the ghostly handprint.

   "It is worthy of being the number one scribe, a young scribe who attracted the attention of his master."

  The magical body has deep eyes, and the Seventh Prince Yuxuanlou, who lives in it, senses the surging arrogance mixed with Lu Jing's sword-like mountain, and his eyes are very dignified.

   "Even if the primordial spirit is seriously injured, it can still arouse the strange power in the White Deer Sword to fend off the enemy... The White Deer is a famous sword in the world. Among the young people in the world, perhaps only Lu Jing can completely control the White Deer."

  The magical body scattered the cloud of vitality, and the ghostly mahamudra dissipated in an instant.

   Even though Yuxuanlou in the supernatural body was more advanced than Lu Jing, he still did not have a ghostly aura to meet Lu Jing's Haoran sword aura.

  I saw the supernatural body dissipating the mahamudra, the eyes suddenly shone with golden light, and the golden light shone down and melted into the vitality, unexpectedly manifesting a Buddha sitting cross-legged on a lotus throne.

  The Buddha closed his eyes, and his own Buddha light shone down from the Buddha. The supernatural body stood behind the Buddha, put his hands together, and bowed to Lu Jing.

  The same is true for the phantom of the Buddha.

   "Amitabha!"

  Following the sound of the Buddha's chant, the Buddha bowed to Lu Jing with lightning speed.

  With just one prostration, a wave of high-spirited Buddhist and spiritual thoughts swept across, turned into countless threads, and turned into hundreds of Buddhist monks, reciting the Buddha's name towards Lu Jing.

   "Put the right way against the right way, and you can see who is strong and who is weak."

  The original ghost energy in the supernatural body has dissipated, and it is replaced by a Buddha's light.

Ripples appeared from many Buddha names, and the peak of sword energy mixed with wind and rain soared up to the sky, and collided with these ripples. In an instant, vitality soared, the mountains not far away were broken, rocks splashed, and even a sword energy fell directly on the ground. Mountain stream, cut off the water.

   "Supernatural powers in other countries, evil ways, Buddhist ways..."

   Lu Jing's thoughts flickered, but he didn't hesitate at all when he shot.

  Sword aura rises from Bishan Mountain, erecting hundreds of peaks.

  At this time, the white deer in Lu Jing's hand seemed to have come alive completely, and the white deer turned into a sword light.

   Lu Jing held a ten-foot sword light, and when the clouds and mists cleared, the scorching sun shone brightly.

   Fuguang sword energy merges into the sword energy and rises from Bishan.

  Lu Jing took a light leap, controlling the sword energy that was as bright as the sun.

  The sword energy brought up a mighty long wind.

  During the roar of sword energy, eight syllables roared.

Hiding in the clouds and mists, Yuxuanlou's magical body frowned slightly, turned around suddenly, and a divine sense flew up into the sky, turning into a divine wheel. The divine wheel rotated rapidly and cut through the void, but it captured the sword light coming with great precision. Lu Jing!

  Zheng!

  Sword energy rises from Bishan, Bishan is like jade, mixed with Fuguang sword energy.

  Fu Guang Jian Qi was cut off by the God Wheel!

  The supernatural dharma body constructed of clouds and mist is divided into two parts. One dharma figure controls the divine wheel, while the other dharma body reaches into the void and draws out a round of jade seals.

   This jade seal is a treasure of the primordial spirit. The magical body stretched out its palm, and the jade seal went away in the wind, and suddenly turned into a phantom of a mountain, coming towards Lu Jing to suppress it.

  Everything around is roaring.

  The 108 sword-like mountains around Lu Jing were suppressed by the heavy jade seal vitality and began to disintegrate.

  When others see this, they will all sigh at the mysterious supernatural powers and dharma bodies with so many means and the power of treasures!

  When the Yuanshen monk cultivated to the star-shine state, his methods became unpredictable.

  But the master of this supernatural body has learned a lot, and has dabbled in all kinds of mysterious supernatural powers, and the jade seal in front of him is probably a third-rank treasure.

  He hid his identity and came here to crush Lu Jing's primordial spirit. If not, he might have come up with even more mysterious treasures!

  The jade seal rolled towards Lu Jing like a collapsing mountain.

  The divine wheel not far away has completely swallowed Lu Jing's Fu Guang Jian Qi.

  Supernatural powers, dharma body and spiritual sense are in charge of the jade seal, but there is brilliance in his eyes.

   "Mr. Lu Jing, if you don't leave the city today, Nan Fengmian will be injured, and you won't have to go through this murder!"

   "In Taixuanjing, you can't follow your heart in everything, and sometimes you have to compromise. Only in this way can you live longer!"

  Jade seal suppressed, Lu Jing seemed to be completely unable to make the slightest movement.

  The surrounding one hundred and eight sword-like mountains have almost completely collapsed.

  Taixuanjing also suddenly erupted with mysterious vigor, the vigor locked in the air, covering the study building, as if to stop the strong men in the study building from making a move.

  Luo Shubai sat cross-legged in the small pavilion, frowning as he looked at the phantom in front of him that hadn't dissipated.

  The phantom still retains the aura of the Xuanyi sword armor, and it also reflects the scene in the mountains.

   "Mr. Lu Jing is in danger..."

  Luo Shubai didn't know if the Xuanyi sword armor closest to Lu Jing would make a move.

  Crazy man Chu glanced at him, as if he had seen through Luo Shubai's thoughts.

   "These people are too stupid. They think that the lame old immortal can block Mr. Chess Watch. They don't even know that I'm still in this library."

  A divine thought came quietly, and Madman Chu's voice was low and contemptuous.

  Chu Kuangren even turned his head sideways to look at the cultivation tower in the distance when he was using his divine sense.

  The windows on the fifth floor of the Slim Tower suddenly opened.

  From the window, a piece of straw paper floated out, burned in the void, and disappeared in an instant.

  Boom...

  A sound of thunder exploded in the sky.

  The strange divine sense that originally enveloped the library is still hanging high in the sky, but seeing the sky above the Su Mansion, it is like a thunder snake, and countless thunderbolts emerge.

  Luo Shubai originally followed the eyes of the madman Chu to look at the self-cultivation tower. Seeing a mysterious strong man in the self-cultivation tower making a move, he thought that the mysterious strong man in the self-cultivation tower would rescue Lu Jing.

  But he never thought that the seemingly ordinary piece of straw paper summoned the thunder, but it only hovered over the Seventh Prince's Jiansu Mansion, and never even landed.

   "Why is this?" Luo Shu's brows were full of doubts.

The madman Chu on the side smiled casually, and his spiritual thoughts flowed in an instant: "Mr. Guanqi will not make a move, but some people want to use the big to bully the small. In addition, Mr. Guanqi's mentality has become more desireless recently, so he doesn't stick to it." In many rules."

   "The old **** in the seventh prince's mansion thought that as long as the strong man in the book building didn't make a move, even if Lu Jing didn't die this time, he would be peeled off a layer of skin.

  But...he has been limping for too long, and his heart is full of hatred for Han Jun, covering his heart like a cloud.

  The old **** hasn't even taken a close look at Lu Jing these days.

  Luo Shubai looked the same: "Can Mr. Lu Jing..."

  Madman Chu held the green jade stick, thinking to himself: "He is the real pride of heaven."

   "Emperor Chongtian didn't take a wrong step during his spiritual tide, but he still lost.

   But today, with Lu Jing, he made a mistake.

  Lu Jing shouldn't be a **** to kill the immortal! "

   It's only a dozen interest time.

  One hundred and eight mountains of sword energy were almost completely crushed by the Yuanshen Jade Seal treasure.

  Lu Jing still couldn't move his body.

  The supernatural body that had been divided into two merged into one again. A divine mind controls the treasure, but the supernatural body itself holds the vitality wheel.

  The ten-foot supernatural body is extremely majestic, and when he looked down at Lu Jing, some relief flashed in his eyes in an instant.

  Lu Jing... This mere seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy is a boulder in the heart of the Seventh Prince Yuxuanlou.

  Now he may not pose any threat to the Seventh Prince, but Lu Jing is a peerless arrogance, and he will eventually grow up.

  If one day, Lu Jing also grows into an unrivaled powerhouse, the hatred from the past will also turn from a boulder into a mountain, and press down on the Seventh Prince.

  Because of this, when the Seventh Prince was holding a divine wheel and was about to destroy Lu Jingyuanshen.

  In the eyes of the magical body, some joy flashed again.

   "Some people in Taixuanjing will eventually make mistakes, once they make a mistake, it will be a disaster.

  Nan Fengmian made a mistake, you walked out of Taixuanjing to block him.

   But in this way, you also made mistakes, and mistakes... have a price. "

   Sitting in the Jiansu Mansion, Yuxuan Tower saw the thunder hanging in the sky. Although he didn't know the meaning of the thunder, he still felt that the confrontation between him and Lu Jing had come to an end.

  In his double pupils, Lu Jing, who was standing in the void and suppressed by the jade seal, was reflected.

  The divine wheel blazed with light, piercing directly into Lu Jing's primordial spirit.

  In the eyes of the Seventh Prince, Lu Jing kept his head down, but when the light shone on Lu Jing, the White Deer Sword in Lu Jing's hand suddenly moved!

  Among the one hundred and eight mountains of sword intent, there is only one mountain left.

  The mountain of sword intent suddenly burst into light, and the surrounding sword intent that had collapsed also turned into streams of light, falling on the remaining mountain of sword intent.

  Over the high mountain of Sword Intent, a round of Dongjun Sun appeared, reflecting the entire high mountain.

  The high mountain was also reflected in the heavy pupils of Yuxuanlou, and there was a strange imprint on the high mountain.

"this is…"

  Yu Xuanlou's double pupil moved.

  The Xuanyi Sword Armor, whose figure had been covered by the clouds and mist, also waved his sleeves to disperse the clouds and mist at this moment.

  He is also looking at that mountain of sword intent!

   "Guanghan Seal?"

   "Besides... Lu Jing just watched me strike a sword, and seemed to have realized the essence of the sword Qi Bishan."

There are one hundred and eight sword intents, one hundred and eight kinds of changes, one hundred and eight kinds of sword moves, each change and sword move are true, but the first one hundred and seven kinds of sword intents are all for raising the last one. sword.

  Because of this, the Xuanyi Sword Armor's sword aura rose from Bishan, and it seemed that there was only one sword.

  Yu Xuanlou seemed to have noticed something.

  Lu Jing has already raised his head, and the great sun in the sky, the vitality around him, and the sword in his heart have all fallen into the White Deer Sword in his hand.

  With a sword across the sky, Yuyin flew upside down.

  The supernatural body was locked and suppressed by that sword intent, and Yu Xuanlou realized that something was wrong, and was about to pull away the divine thoughts in it and dissipate the supernatural appearance.

  But I heard Lu Jing's voice coming leisurely.

   "Seventh prince, you came here hiding your identity, but you showed what you have learned, thinking that you can kill me."

   "As the Seventh Prince said, there will always be people in Taixuanjing who will make mistakes, but the Seventh Prince is not a sage, and you... have made mistakes today!"

  Boom...

  A beam of sword energy shone brightly, and suddenly landed on the divine sense within.

  The divine sense can control such a mysterious magical body, how can it be an ordinary divine mind?

  When the divine sense was struck by the sword energy...

   Seeing the pain in the eyes of the Seventh Prince in the Su Mansion, he closed his eyes and let out a muffled snort.

   A few breaths of time passed.

  When he opened his eyes again, blood flowed from them.

  See Su Mansion, the double pupils that the Seventh Prince is proud of...

injured.

  (end of this chapter)