Near the mountain gate of Shengyang Palace, extremely high in the sky.
Here, there is almost nothing in the blue sky. Ordinary Yuan Lingtian monks cannot rise to such a height at all, and other birds, beasts, poisonous insects, foreign objects, etc. do not have this ability.
Lu Qian stood here quietly, beside him was the silent and invisible green wind that could melt all things; above his head was the invisible and traceless Great Yang True Fire, whose high temperature could melt all things; far away under his feet, there were countless streaks
The auroras and thin clouds move rapidly with the wind, and there are all kinds of natural dangers inside. There are even strips tens of thousands of miles long, and lightning flashes of hundreds of thousands of miles pass by.
"Pity!"
Looking down at the earth, Lu Qian's eyes flickered, and he could clearly see Hu Buwei's eyelashes at the entrance of Shengyang Palace.
What a pity.
These days, using the great powers of Buddhism to forcibly 'transform' the photo studio, the disciples of the Miluo Sect, so many masters have become Lu Qian's most loyal, and can be described as die-hard losers to him. This harvest has made Lu Qian almost
Indulge in it.
These transformed masters are much easier to use than the Tao soldiers in the Little Vajra Sumeru Mountain.
Although those Tao soldiers have no realm bottlenecks and can continuously improve their cultivation as long as they invest resources, they are humanoid, living fighting puppets, monotonous and single. Apart from guarding their homes and protecting their homes, they have no big future. You
Let them leave you and try to make soy sauce with a piece of silver. I'm afraid they won't be able to do it well.
In addition to their absolute loyalty to Lu Qian, these converted subordinates have no loss of sanity, no loss of IQ, and their basic talents are exactly the same as before. They still have immeasurable room for development. Give them a piece of silver and let them go.
For soy sauce, they said they couldn't but still bargained with the boss, so they bought two more qian of salt and half a liang of vinegar to go with it.
Being able to transform into the photo studio and the Miluo Palace with so many elite disciples, Lu Qian really wanted to repeat his old tricks. Just like this, the disaster that happened to each family would be over. If he could transform all the disciples of the hundred sects in front of Yuanlingtian,
'Now, won't the dark clouds in the sky dissipate? Aren't Yuan Lingtian and Jisheng Tian going to be in harmony? Don't they need to fight and kill each other?
But, no!
After subduing so many disciples of the Miluo Sect, and then forcibly transforming Mi Xin from the Shengyang Palace, Lu Qian felt a faint sense of crisis. A huge malice was brewing against him, and he could use various unpredictable methods at any time.
burst out.
If Taichu Hun Tongzhu hadn't wiped out all the clues of Lu Qian's existence, this malice might have turned into an actual disaster!
After thinking for a moment, Lu Qian understood what was going on.
If Yuan Lingtian is a large pasture, the consciousness of heaven and earth is the master of grazing. All monks are free-range livestock in this large pasture. The consciousness of heaven and earth has left a mark on them that belongs to Yuan Lingtian - the worldly world.
Pig farms and sheep farms also do this. They have been using a red-hot iron on the buttocks of animals since they were young.
But what about Lu Qian?
After he 'transformed' these monks, the marks on these monks changed from Yuan Lingtian's to Lu Qian's.
Yuan Lingtian raises too many animals. It doesn't matter if you 'transfer' thirty to fifty animals, or even three to five hundred. The consciousness of heaven and earth cannot detect or notice. But you are bold and want to forcibly transfer three to five thousand, three to fifty thousand. , even three to five million
No matter how slow the rancher's reaction was, if he saw an animal with someone else's brand on its butt jumping past him, another animal, and another pig, he would realize that something was wrong, right?
His family's pasture, his family's resources, a large group of other people's livestock came in to eat and drink?
Take a closer look - oh, why do these animals that eat and drink secretly look so familiar? It seems that they used to belong to our family, so why did they become other people's animals?
Moreover, these Condensing Dao Fruits, illuminating the void and half-stepping the power of the heaven-human realm, are like the leaders of the herd of animals with noble bloodlines. The consciousness of heaven and earth will naturally take more care of them and take stock of them from time to time!
After all, the worth of these powerful monks is much higher than that of those little minions.
Therefore, Lu Qian can no longer continue to be so unscrupulous in his transformation. Even if Lu Qian is protected by Taichu Hun Tongzhu, Yuan Lingtian, the rancher, cannot kill Lu Qian, but he can do nothing. He continued to use various means to completely wipe out the monks in the photo studio and Miluo Palace.
Thirty thousand years ago, the Buddhist sect from the Supreme Holy Heaven invaded Yuanling Heaven as a vanguard. They also first used the method of 'transformation' to gain a group of die-hard subordinates, and then used them as the vanguard to spread the flames of war throughout Yuanling Heaven. .
The senior Buddhists from 30,000 years ago were unable to bring the entire Yuan Lingtian monks under their control. In the end, they still had to lift the butcher knife to do something that they couldn't do. Lu Qian didn't think he could do it!
So you still have to stick to the original plan!
The little sun with a diameter of a hundred miles and shining nearly ten thousand miles hung high above the Shengyang Palace. The golden rays condensed into countless translucent sharp arrows, suspended in the void, and locked Hu Buwei and several photo studio elders.
A low and powerful voice that seemed to be resonating throughout the world resounded: "Master Hu, if you don't investigate your father's death, why did you come to our Shengyang Palace? Our Shengyang Palace has always acted openly and honestly, and I have never done anything with your studio. When it comes to any business involvement, are you afraid that you have found the wrong person?"
No one wants to mess with a photo studio.
Who, a decent and kind-hearted person, would want to cross paths with a group of killers who are quick to kill?
Therefore, the elder of the Shengyang Palace who stayed behind at the mountain gate still spoke in a more polite tone, even suppressing his usual fiery temper, and prepared to listen to Hu Buwei's explanation.
If people from other sects, even the elders of the Jianmen Sect, ran to the gate of Shengyang Palace and struck their mountain guard formation with a sword, or even killed their twelve gatekeeper war puppets, how could Shengyang Palace do it? Let's have a fight with him first and then talk about other things.
But the photo studio?
Just keep your tone gentler!
Hu Buwei sneered: "You found the wrong person? No, no, no, how could you find the wrong person? My photo studio has spent months of hard work, chasing the murderer of my father all over the world, and finally I have such a small amount of solid evidence.
, how could we find the wrong person?"
The little sun swayed slightly: "Oh? From what the poster said, could it be that my disciple from Shengyang Palace killed your father?"
In the Shengyang Palace, several left-behind elders who were alarmed looked towards the mountain gate at the same time, with mixed emotions in their hearts. They kept muttering and swearing at unpleasant words.
The disciples of Shengyang Palace killed the previous owner of the photo studio?
Hey, this thing seems a bit inexplicably happy. The photo studio is one of the top five superpowers in Yuan Lingtian, and the Shengyang Palace is ranked within the top fifteen. There is still a gap in strength between the two.
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The people from Shengyang Palace were able to kill Hu Tianjun. To be honest, it was a great disgrace to Shengyang Palace.
But if you do this, you have to clean your hands and tails. Now, the master of suffering has come to the door. If it were another sect, I wouldn't be afraid. Even Milo Sect and Shengyang Palace would dare to go back.
But these killers in the photo studio are all crazy. Could it be that they were really members of the family?
Hu Buwei sneered: "Open the mountain gate and I will tell you personally."
The little sun swayed again, and the density of arrows condensed by golden light in the void suddenly increased by more than ten times: "I'm afraid it won't work."
Hu Buwei said angrily: "Are you guilty of being a thief?"
The little sun raised its voice, and the temperature in the sky rose straight up. With a flash of strong light, the little sun came over the mountain gate of Shengyang Palace. The sun was scorching, and the heat was unbearable. The large mountains outside the mountain gate of Shengyang Palace were not protected by mountain guards.
, countless flowers, plants and trees emitted steam, and they watched as they withered and died in large numbers.
Within a radius of nine thousand miles, wherever there is no formation protection, the streams, rivers, deep pools, waterfalls, etc. in the valleys all have white steam rising. After a while, all these water sources are boiling.
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"You are guilty of being a thief?" In the little sun, a figure in red robe slowly emerged: "What the poster said is completely wrong. The temperament of my Shengyang Palace disciples is known to the whole world. Everyone under my Shengyang Palace disciples has a bad temper, but they are bright.
Majesty, this is our technique, the path is determined by my destiny in Shengyang Palace, I dare to do what I do!"
Hu Buwei's whole body was spitting out black cold light, and his body rose into the air, standing level with the figure: "So, do you admit that you murdered my father?"
The figure in red robe waved his hand vigorously: "It's not something we did, why should we admit it?"
Before he finished speaking, Mi Xin turned into a ball of human-shaped flames and slowly flew up from the ground. He held the imperial flag and shouted sternly: "Second Ancestor, Mi Xin did this a few days ago. Mi Xin was away.
When he happened to encounter Hu Tianjun doing something that was outrageous and inhumane, Mi Xin was so angry that he teamed up with several fellow Taoists to clean him up."
"The royal flag, the treasure of the photo studio, is here as a proof!"
Mi Xin slapped his chest so hard that it made a loud sound: "Disciples of Shengyang Palace, I never speak hypocritical words. I did it. I am the bastards in the photo studio who came to mourn your father.
?Haha, what can you do to me?"
Mi Xin vigorously shook the imperial flag with rising black energy and faint evil light: "Your father, I personally chopped off his head. If you don't do anything, what can you do to me? I am the guardian of Shengyang Palace.
The 'Burning Heaven and Boiled Sea Four-pole Dazzling Flame Sacred Sun Formation' is the nemesis of these sneaky villains in your photo studio!"
Among the little suns, the Taishang Patriarch, who ranked second in Shengyang Palace, almost fell from the air.
He said angrily: "Mi Xin, what are you talking about? You have been stabilizing your realm and coordinating your magic power in the palace for more than a year. When did you leave the palace and when did you kill Hu Tianjun?"
Mi Xin's expression changed slightly, and he saluted the Second Ancestor: "Second Ancestor, my disciple is wrong. In the past year or so, I said that I was practicing in seclusion in the palace, but in fact I secretly left the sect. Well, in Alder City, there are
Disciple Yi has secretly raised his wife for thirty years, and she also gave birth to three children for him. When he went to Alder City to visit them, he happened to meet Hu Tianjun!"
The outer room and stuff like that are all nonsense.
But as soon as Mi Xin said these words, the entire Shengyang Palace was forced to a dead end!
Outside the mountain gate, Hu Buwei's eyes were cracked at the corners, and blood and tears burst out. He looked up at the sky and screamed in a hoarse voice: "Give my father his life back!"
The next moment, countless photo studio killers appeared out of thin air, and billions of thunder and fire roared towards the mountain gate of Shengyang Palace.
