The magical power is about ten feet tall, and its body is surrounded by clouds of light.
At this time, another ancient star appeared faintly in the sky. The ancient starlight merged with the brilliance of this magical power, and a brilliant brilliance suddenly emerged.
The brilliance is scorching, illuminating the surrounding area for two or three miles.
Lu Jing stood with his sword in hand.
The magical body fell with a punch.
In just an instant, the explosion turned into ripples centered on this magical body.
Lu Jing's eyes were calm, and the mysterious immortal power flowing in the White Deer Sword poured into his body and then into his soul.
Let his unsustainable soul have a little more energy.
"The sword energy shines on the wall of the mountain, with a total of one hundred and eight changes and one hundred and eight sword movements. This is not just a simple sword technique, but also a method to fight against the enemy. If I can use it skillfully, my combat power will not be limited.
One sword and one magical power."
Lu Jing shook his hand and held the White Deer Sword. Immortal power enveloped his soul, and a massive amount of vitality rushed in from around him.
Keng!
A crisp sound came from the White Deer Sword. It seemed like only one sound, but it contained eight syllables.
It is the eight tones of the Liu Family’s Kowtow God.
Bayin took off, facing the roaring ripples that arrived first, and exploded with a series of explosive sounds.
Lu Jingze harnessed his vitality and soared dozens of feet into the sky. Behind him, the Dharmakaya of Brahma appeared. A statue of Bodhisattva with a majestic appearance, holding the lion's seal with his hand, went towards the punch that struck down.
"He has a strong background, but he is a little too confident."
When the magical body landed a punch, fire was ignited in all directions, and stars shone out.
Bursts of heavy thoughts of the soul went straight into Lu Jing's mind, trying to overwhelm Lu Jing's soul.
The sword energy rises from Bishan and sets up green peaks!
The Brahma Dharmakaya Lion Seal enveloped Lu Jing's body, but there was a sharp sword energy as heavy as a mountain rising from it.
The surging vitality merged into the sword light, merged into the lion seal, and collided with that circle!
Rumble!
There was an explosion.
The vitality wrapped in the magical body and Lu Jingruo's sword light dissipated like the breeze, turning into thick mist.
Covering the traces of the two of them.
Lu Jing stood on the palm of Brahma's body, with one hundred and eight swords standing beside him.
The sword's intent is heavy and overwhelming.
Lu Jing, who was initially unaware, suddenly turned around.
But he saw a huge vitality palm suddenly strike down behind him.
At the same time, magical power seemed to appear, and a wave of vitality turned into an anaconda. The anaconda showed its sharp fangs and bit Lu Jing.
The anaconda was too huge, probably more than ten feet high. If it bit into the void around Lu Jing, even the Brahma Ri Dharmakaya would be bitten in half!
This is where the tyranny of magical monks lies.
But Lu Jing's white clothes were fluttering, and the one hundred and eight Sword Intent mountains around him were disappearing and growing. As the white deer shook, the seventy-two Sword Intent mountains behind him became extremely tall in an instant, and the water was cut off.
What a reckless way to come.
"This magical power with vitality like a python comes from Nanzhao Kingdom."
Lu Jing's eyes flickered, but his figure was wrapped with sword energy. He stood upright with a mountain of sword energy under his feet. In this extremely short moment, Lu Jing's body was raised twenty feet.
"This palm is a sneaky magical power, not the right way."
A bunch of stars fell from the sky, and the Dou Xingguan's destiny quietly set out.
In just a moment, when starlight poured into Lu Jing's eyes, Lu Jing could clearly see the ghostly aura flowing in the huge handprint.
As the sword intent rose, Lu Jing suddenly felt a surge of righteousness and a white deer fell into his hand.
A golden light surged all over his body, and the mountain of sword intent beneath his feet actually contained vast meanings, like a sage lying in the mountains, preaching and teaching.
The sword intention at his feet changed again, blessing the white deer in his hand. The white deer brought out a golden ray of light, winding away, straight up to the sky, stirring up storms and rainstorms.
It is the storm and the heavy rain, both of which are mixed with bursts of awe-inspiring energy.
The White Deer Sword is also like a swift and fierce aurora, piercing the ghostly handprint.
"He is worthy of being the number one scribe, the young scribe who attracted his master."
The magical body has deep eyes, and the seventh prince Yu Xuanlou who lives in it senses the surging aura mixed with Lu Jing's sword intention mountain, and his eyes are very solemn.
"Even if the soul is seriously injured, it can still summon the strange power in the White Deer Sword to defend against the enemy... The White Deer is a famous sword in the world. Among the young men in the world, perhaps only Lu Jing can fully control the White Deer."
The magical body dispersed the clouds of vitality, and the ghostly big handprints dissipated in an instant.
Even though Yu Xuanlou in the magical body was more advanced than Lu Jing, he still couldn't compete with Lu Jing's sword energy because of his ghost energy.
I saw the magical body dissipating the Mahamudra, and a golden light suddenly flashed in the eyes. The golden light shone down and melted into the vitality, and a Buddha sitting cross-legged on the lotus throne actually appeared.
The Buddha closed his eyes, and the Buddha's light shone down from the Buddha's body. The supernatural dharma body stood behind the Buddha, clasped his hands, and bowed to the scene.
The same is true for the phantom of the Buddha.
"Amitabha!"
As the Buddha's name came out, the Buddha also bowed to Lu Jing with lightning speed.
With just one bow, a high-spirited spiritual thought of Buddhism and Taoism swept through me, transformed into thousands of threads, and then turned into hundreds of Buddhist monks, chanting the name of the Buddha towards the landing scene.
"Putting the right path against the right path will reveal which one is strong and which one is weak."
The original ghostly aura of the magical dharma body has dissipated, replaced by a blanket of Buddha's light.
Many Buddha chants rippled, and Lu Jing's sword energy peak mixed with wind and rain soared into the sky, colliding with these ripples. In an instant, the vitality took off, the mountains not far away shattered, rocks splashed, and even a sword energy fell straight down.
The mountain stream is cut off from flowing water.
"Other countries' supernatural powers, evil ways, Buddhist ways..."
Lu Jing's thoughts flickered, but he didn't hesitate at all when he took action.
The sword energy rises from Mount Bi, erecting hundreds of peaks.
At this time, the white deer in Lu Jing's hand seemed to be completely alive, and the white deer turned into sword light.
Lu Jing held a ten-foot-long sword in his hand. When the clouds and fog dispersed, the scorching sun in the sky shone brightly.
Fuguang Sword Qi is integrated into Sword Qi Qi Bishan.
Lu Jing harnessed the sword energy that was as bright as the scorching sun and jumped lightly.
The sword energy brought up a mighty long wind.
As the sword energy roared, eight syllables resounded loudly.
Yuxuanlou's magical body hiding in the clouds raised his brows slightly, turned around suddenly, and a spiritual thought flew up to the sky, turning into a divine wheel. The divine wheel rotated rapidly, cutting through the void, but it captured the light of the sword with great accuracy.
Lu Jing!
Zheng!
The sword energy rises from Bishan, which is like jade, and is mixed with the sword energy that supports the light.
The sword energy of Fuguang was cut off by the divine wheel!
The magical dharma body made of clouds and mist was divided into two. One dharma body controlled the divine wheel, while the other dharma body reached into the void and pulled out a jade seal.
This jade seal is a spiritual treasure. The magical body stretched out its palm, and the jade seal flew away in the wind, and suddenly turned into a phantom of the mountain, suppressing it towards the landing scene.
Everything around is roaring.
One hundred and eight sword-intended mountains around Lu Jing were suppressed by the heavy jade seal energy and began to disintegrate.
When others see this, they will marvel at the mysterious magical powers, the many methods, and the power of the treasures!
When Yuanshen monks practice to the realm of Zhaoxing, their methods become unpredictable.
However, the owner of this magical dharma body has extensive knowledge and is involved in all kinds of mysterious magical powers, and the jade seal in front of him is probably a third-grade treasure.
He came here hiding his identity and wanted to crush Lu Jing Yuanshen. If not, he might have come up with even more mysterious treasures!
The jade seal was like a collapsed mountain, crushing towards the landing scene.
The divine wheel not far away had completely swallowed up Lu Jing's Fuguang Sword Qi.
The jade seal is controlled by the magical power of Dharma body and mind, but there is a bright light in his eyes.
"Mr. Lu Jing, if you had not left the city today, Nan Fengmian would have been injured many times, and you would not have experienced this massacre!"
"When you are in Taixuan Capital, you cannot follow your heart in everything. Sometimes you have to compromise. Only in this way can you live longer!"
With the Jade Seal suppressing it, Lu Jing seemed to be completely unable to make the slightest movement.
One hundred and eight Sword Intention Mountains around him have almost completely collapsed.
A series of mysterious auras suddenly erupted in Taixuan Jing. The auras locked the air and covered the library, as if to prevent the strong men in the library from taking action.
Luo Shubai sat cross-legged in the small pavilion, frowning and looking at the shadow that had not yet dissipated in front of him.
The shadow still retains the aura of Xuanyi Sword Armor, and also reflects the scene in the mountains.
"Mr. Lu Jing is in danger..."
Luo Shubai didn't know whether Xuanyi Sword Armor, who was closest to Lu Jing, would take action.
Kuangren Chu glanced at him and seemed to understand what Luo Shubai was thinking.
"These people are so stupid. They think that the lame old immortal can stop Mr. Guanqi. They don't even know that I am still in this library."
A spiritual thought came quietly, and Kuangren Chu's voice was low and somewhat contemptuous.
When Kuangren Chu was running his spiritual thoughts, he even turned his head and looked at the self-cultivation tower in the distance.
The window 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.
Rumble...
A sound of thunder exploded in the sky.
The strange spiritual thoughts that originally shrouded the library were still high in the sky, but when I saw the sky above Su Mansion, it was like a thunder snake entrenched, and countless thunders emerged.
Luo Shubai originally looked at the Self-cultivation Tower following Kuangren Chu's eyes, and saw a mysterious strong man taking action in the Self-cultivation Tower. He thought that the mysterious strong man in the Self-cultivation Tower would take action to save Lu Jing.
But he never thought that the seemingly ordinary piece of papyrus summoned thunder, but it only hovered in the sky above the Seventh Prince's Jiansu Mansion, and never even fell.
"Why is this?" Luo Shu's brows were filled with doubts.
Chu Kuangren on the side smiled casually, and his thoughts flowed in an instant: "Mr. Guanqi will not take action, but some people want to bully the small with the big one. In addition, Mr. Guanqi's mentality has become more and more wantless recently, so he is not rigid.
It’s covered by many rules.”
"The old lame man in the seventh prince's house thought that as long as the strong men in the library didn't take action, even if Lu Jing didn't die this time, he would still be peeled off.
But... he had been lame for too long, and his heart was full of hatred for Han Jun, covering his heart like a cloud.
This old cripple has never even taken a close look at Lu Jing these days.
Luo Shubai's expression was consistent: "Can Mr. Lu Jing be able to..."
Kuangren Chu held the green jade staff and thought to himself: "He is a true genius."
"Emperor Chongtian didn't make any mistakes when he was in the spiritual tide, but he still failed.
But today, with Lu Jing, he made the wrong move.
Lu Jing shouldn’t become a pawn for killing immortals!”
It only takes a dozen breaths.
One hundred and eight sword energy mountains were almost completely crushed by the Yuanshen Jade Seal treasure.
Lu Jing's body still couldn't move an inch.
The two-part Divine Power Dharmakaya merged into one again, and a divine thought controlled the treasure, while the Divine Power Dharmakaya itself held the divine wheel of vitality.
The ten-foot-long magical body was huge. He lowered his head and looked down at Lu Jing, and his eyes instantly felt relaxed.
Lu Jing... This young man who is only 17 or 18 years old is a huge stone in the heart of the seventh prince Yu Xuanlou.
He may not be a threat to the Seventh Prince now, but Lu Jing is a peerless genius and he will eventually grow up.
If one day, Lu Jing grows into an unparalleled strong man, the grudges of the past will turn from boulders into mountains and press against the Seventh Prince.
Because of this, when the seventh prince held the divine wheel and was about to destroy Lu Jing Yuan Shen.
The eyes of the magical body flashed with joy again.
"Some people in Taixuanjing will eventually make mistakes, and once they make a mistake, they will be doomed.
Nan Fengmian made a mistake, you walked out of Taixuanjing to block it for him.
But in this case, you also made a mistake, and if you make a mistake... there will be a price."
Yu Xuanlou, who was sitting in Jiansu's mansion, saw thunder hanging in the sky. Although he didn't know the meaning of the thunder, he still felt that his confrontation with Lu Jing had come to an end.
His double pupils still reflected Lu Jing standing in the void, suppressed by the jade seal.
The divine wheel shines brightly, directly piercing Lu Jing's soul.
In the eyes of the Seventh Prince, Lu Jing always lowered his head, and when the light shone on Lu Jing, the White Deer Sword in Lu Jing's hand suddenly moved!
Among the one hundred and eight high mountains of Sword Intent, only one high mountain remains.
The mountain of sword intent suddenly burst into light, and the collapsed sword intent around it turned into streaks of light, falling on the remaining mountain of sword intent.
Above Jianyi Mountain, a big sun of Dongjun appeared, reflecting the entire mountain.
The high mountain was also reflected in Yu Xuan Tower's eyes, and there was a strange mark imprinted on the high mountain.
"This is……"
Yu Xuanlou's eyes twitched.
Xuanyi Sword Armor, whose figure had been hidden by the clouds and fog, also waved his sleeves to disperse the clouds and fog at this moment.
He is also looking at that mountain of sword intent!
"Guanghanyin?"
"Moreover... Lu Jing only saw me using my sword, and he seemed to have understood the essence of Sword Qi rising from Bishan."
One hundred and eight sword intentions, with one hundred and eight changes, one hundred and eight sword potentials, each change, the sword potential is real, but the first one hundred and seven sword intentions are all for the purpose of nourishing the last one.
sword.
Because of this, Xuanyi Jianjia's sword energy rises from Bishan, seemingly with only one sword.
Yuxuanlou seemed to have noticed something.
Lu Jing had already raised his head. The blazing sun in the sky, the energy around him, and the sword power in his heart all fell into the White Deer Sword in his hand.
With a sword across the air, the jade seal flew away.
The magical body was locked and suppressed by the sword. Yu Xuanlou realized something was wrong and was about to pull away the divine thoughts in it and disperse the magical image.
But I heard Lu Jing's voice coming leisurely.
"Seventh Prince, you came here hiding your identity, but you used all your knowledge to think you could kill me."
"Just as the Seventh Prince said, there are always people in Taixuan Capital who will make mistakes, but the Seventh Prince is not a sage, and you today... also made a mistake!"
Boom...
A flash of sword energy suddenly fell on the divine thought within.
If the divine mind can control such a mysterious magical power, how can it be an ordinary divine mind?
When that divine thought was crossed by the sword energy...
Seeing the stinging eyes of the seventh prince in the palace, he closed his eyes and groaned.
How many breaths of time have passed.
When he opened his eyes again, there was blood flowing from his eyes.
Seeing the double pupils that the Seventh Prince is proud of in the Su Mansion...