What is a strong person?

Lu Zhou demonstrated it carefully to everyone, this is the strong man.

Leng Luo and Pan Litian were helpless for a moment, Kong Yuan was so vulnerable in front of the Pavilion Master.

They suddenly thought of a problem - everyone said that the life of the founder of Motian Pavilion was approaching. They guessed every year, tried every year, and besieged every year, but never succeeded. Every time they could find reasonable reasons to attack again, and this

The reason is the truth that the world firmly believes in: the life span of a thousand years.

Under normal circumstances, cultivation will decline in the last hundred years...

Then there is only one possibility: the Patriarch of Demonic Sky Pavilion may have really found the way to Nine Leaves.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that the master of the Demonic Sky Pavilion could display such terrifying power.

The three people in Lao Lao Pavilion suddenly came up with a word at the same time: return to nature.

Perhaps, at the level of Pavilion Master, the control of power is a return to nature.

There are no big openings and closings, no dazzling auras and moves.

…

Same as before.

When Bama rushed towards him, the Weiming sword slashed across his body.

Just like what he warned Yu Shangrong - if you want to kill your opponent, just swing your sword hard.

The sharpness of the Weiming Sword is beyond everyone's understanding.

Click!

The sound was like the sound of splitting bamboo.

Crisp and refreshing.

An indescribable relief.

Everyone in Motian Pavilion felt for the first time how beautiful this cracking sound was. It was so beautiful that all the pressure was greatly relieved in an instant.

Loulan's witchcraft genius, Bama, passed away.

The surrounding area of ​​Motian Pavilion seemed very quiet.

Lu Zhou glanced at the blood-refined body on the rock and had no sympathy.

Witchcraft is also divided into black and white... Unfortunately, Bama chose the darkest side.

"Master's power is unparalleled! It's an eye-opener for my disciple!" Zhu Honggong was the first to break the silence.

Everyone looked at Zhu Honggong.

"Well, I can't help it... I can't help it..." Zhu Hong scratched his head together, and as soon as he scratched his head, hey, the sharp-edged gloves were really a bit awkward.

Now is not the time for flattery.

Because they saw the repelled puppets moving slowly.

Without control, they surrounded me like machines.

There are too many of them, and their defense power is astonishing. If we kill them one by one, I don’t know if they will last forever.

Lu Zhou raised his head, looked at the purple mist in the sky, and the dharma body that was constantly supporting him below, and stroked his beard and said, "Baize."

Give an order.

Moo————

Bai Ze stepped on the auspicious clouds, bathed in the auspicious air, and came to the top of the purple mist.

The scene during the battle with the Ten Witches reappeared.

Hua Wudao opened his eyes wide...looking at Bai Ze's auspicious aura.

The purple mist was quickly pressed down by the auspicious aura until it fell to the ground.

Without the support of the purple mist, the puppets fell to the ground one by one.

This process lasted for a while, until all the purple mist disappeared and all the puppets fell down, Bai Ze let out a long roar... As if he had completed his mission, he flew back and disappeared into the darkness.

Lu Zhou noticed that Bai Ze had a resting prompt, and it must have been seven days.

Everyone looked at the direction in which Bai Ze disappeared, stunned...

They all rubbed their eyes.

Is this... a big joke?

If there is such a thing, why not release it earlier?

Luzhou naturally has his own ideas. If Bai Ze is released, Bama will probably turn around and run away...

Dealing with Bama first, and then dealing with these puppets, is the safest way.

Seeing the puppets all over the ground, Lu Zhou shook his head.

This battle was a huge loss.

There is no merit reward, and you still have to make a fuss.

Not only that, the purple mist stained the grass and trees near the foothills, taking away most of the life.

Many trees simply withered.

Xujing stepped forward in the air, drifted down, glanced at the puppets on the ground, shook his head and sighed, raised his palms and said: "Amitabha!"

"Old monk, what does this have to do with Amitabha?" Zhu Hong looked at those things and felt terrified.

"Although they were controlled by Bama, they had no grudges against us during their lives... All of this is ultimately the fault of the great witch."

Zhu Hong nodded together: "It seems to make sense."

Xu Jing turned around in the air and said to Luzhou: "Donor Ji, all living beings are meritorious, all reincarnations are regulated, and everything is in order. The poor monk is willing to open an altar for salvation at the foot of the mountain, and I hope the donor will agree."

Lu Zhou glanced at his surroundings.

The deceased is already dead and one should have a sense of reverence.

"Okay." Lu Zhou said.

"Thank you very much, donor Ji." Xu Jing slowly stood up straight and said loudly, "I thank all the donors on behalf of the deceased."

"Old monk, you are quite interesting...then I will leave them to you."

"It is my duty to do so."

Ming Shiyin looked at Xu Jing and said, "You are the first monk I find pleasing to the eye."

Lu Zhou returned to Motian Pavilion.

"Farewell to the Pavilion Master."

"Best regards, Master."

Until Lu Zhou disappeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Old Pan, are you okay?" Leng Luo noticed Pan Litian's decadent expression.

"I can't die." Pan Litian held the wine gourd tightly, coughed twice, and stood up.

Pan Zhongfei flew down, supported Pan Litian, and said: "If your cultivation level has not recovered, don't act blindly."

Pan Litian was not angry, and laughed: "But... many things, only by showing off one's strength will you know whether you can survive it."

"Stop indoctrinating me with lies, I will help you go back."

The disciples watched Pan Litian and Pan Zhong flying back to the Demonic Sky Pavilion.

Huayuexing slowly fell from the top of Motian Pavilion.

She put away the Luoyue Bow and shook her head to herself. It was still too far... After a battle, the number of puppets she killed was very limited.

Hua Wudao came to his side and said: "Don't be discouraged. Those who are the direct disciples of the Pavilion Master cannot be measured by conventional talents."

"oh."

at the same time.

Lu Zhou returned to Dongge.

Those two swings of the sword didn't seem to have a big explosion, but they also consumed two-thirds of his extraordinary power.

After all, it’s all about winning the power of Eight Leaves…

This is still based on the Weiming Sword.

He turned with one palm.

The unnamed sword is suspended in the palm of the hand.

Black runes?

Lu Zhou recalled the scene in the Sword Ruins, where the Weiming Sword absorbed all the black runes of the Demon Sword and became his own power. Is it because of this that it became sharper?
To be continued...