Under these three phantoms, Lu Changsheng also felt oppressed. This was not a force that belonged to this era, and it revealed a heavy oppression.
However, the more this happened, the more excited Lu Changsheng became. His path was a path that was unwilling to be stepped on by others, unwilling to have his destiny controlled by others, and even less willing to fail.
He did not step back. He held the magic knife in his hand and stepped forward into the void. He looked directly at the three of them and said coldly: "You want to stop me?"
"My Taoist friends are destined to be with us, why do you want to destroy our Maoshan sect's Taoism?" Mao Ying, the first phantom, suddenly asked, his eyes as calm as an ancient well, but with a penetrating power.
"The Maoshan sect created an evil sect, killed all my brothers, and imprisoned my best friend. Do you think the Maoshan sect should be destroyed?" Lu Changsheng said calmly. Under this pressure, a force naturally emerged. He is no longer the cowardly person he was before.
young man.
If it weren't for the fact that Sanmao Zhenjun had a causal relationship with him, Lu Changsheng would not bother to talk to these three rays of thoughts at this time.
"How dare you, our Maoshan sect is a righteous sect, how could we do such a despicable thing? I think it's not easy for you to practice, so retreat quickly, otherwise don't blame my three brothers for being ruthless!" Mao Gu's phantom shouted, his powerful aura direct.
Oppressed Xiang Lu Changsheng.
"Hahaha, the righteous sect?" Lu Changsheng sneered, "Maybe in ancient times, the Maoshan sect was the righteous sect, but now the Maoshan sect is greedy for profit and only bullies the weak. In the eyes of you, the general trend of the world and the mighty people,
But he is just an ant, so he deserves to be called the righteous path?"
Lu Changsheng glanced at them and continued, "If that's true, what if I kill you? If you stop me, what if I kill you?"
"How dare you, what about the Maoshan sect? You can't make rash comments!" The third phantom was furious, and raised his hand to slap Lu Changsheng, "Suffer death!"
Lu Changsheng was determined not to be afraid, and he pulled out the magic sword that had been prepared for a long time. He only heard a "clang" sound, the light of the sword flashed, and the shadow of the sword hundreds of feet cut off the slapped palm.
"Feng Can Yang? Demonic Sword!" The one who took action was the third phantom, named Mao Zhong, who was also the smallest among the three Mao Zhenjuns. When he saw the huge sword shadow appearing, Mao Zhong's face sank, and the giant palm
The runes flickered, a halo appeared immediately, and a terrible pressure came from the hand.
"Qiang" The palm of his hand collided with the shadow of the sword, and Lu Changsheng was knocked back by the huge force. However, the shadow of the magic sword also split the palm into two halves and instantly dissipated in the air.
"Poof" a mouthful of blood spurted out immediately. Lu Changsheng's face turned pale, and he looked at the three phantoms with more fighting intent. Just three wisps of thoughts were so terrifying. If the real body came here, wouldn't he raise his hand to kill him?
However, the one who was more surprised than him was Zhenjun Sanmao. They all looked at Lu Changsheng warily. The magic sword was famous in the pre-Qin Dynasty. In Feng Canyang's era, even the Maoshan sect had to shy away from the edge, but how could he master the magic sword?
Difficult? There is no skill in that. It can only be practiced one by one.
As the first phantom, Mao Ying just looked deeply at Lu Changsheng and did not take action. However, Mao Gu and Mao Zhong looked gloomy, and the runes in the phantom flickered, brewing a terrifying power. It seemed that
He wanted to kill Lu Changsheng with a thunderous strike.
"The ancestors are mighty, the ancestors destroy demons!" Elder Qian shouted, and all the disciples of the Maoshan Sect became excited. There was no fear at all, and they were even more arrogant.
"Destroy the demons, the ancestors destroyed the demons!" The voice got louder and louder. At this time, the Maoshan sect had completely united together, and they were so proud that they could trample on everything.
Faced with this terrifying scene, Zhou Xingxing wanted to retreat, but Lu Changsheng wiped his mouth, took a step forward with a smile, and shouted to the sky: "Changkuai, since you choose to protect your shortcomings, then this junior will be offended!"
As he spoke, Lu Changsheng's body suddenly lit up with runes, first the Divine Power Talisman, then the Armor Talisman, and then the Vajra Indestructible Talisman. After the three talismans appeared, he was set off like a sun god of war, and the dazzling light even blinded Maoshan.
It was covered up by the brilliance of the mountain guarding formation.
"Ding Jia Divine Art!" The three ancestors of the Maoshan Sect all showed shock. Although they were just thoughts, brewing terrible power, they still had human emotions.
This is the basis for them to establish the Maoshan Sect, and it is also the basis for them to become gods. The Dingjia magic has been passed down from ancient times and represents the rules of heaven and earth. If you practice these twelve kinds of talismans, you will definitely become a great master of the generation.
Able to become super powerful.
Sanmao Zhenjun used the Dingjia magic to understand the talismans of heaven and earth, and created the Maoshan sect's talismans. Although it was separated from the Dingjia magic, the essence was retained.
At this time, they were naturally surprised to see the Ding Jia magic appearing on Lu Changsheng. It would be fine if this person was their Maoshan disciple, but this person was not. He came to destroy the family.
"The younger disciples are guilty. This traitor took away the Dingjia magic and passed it on to outsiders. Please ask the ancestors to get it back for my younger disciples!" Wu Feng took the opportunity to say.
"The younger disciples are incompetent and cannot keep the treasure of the Maoshan sect. Please ask the ancestors to take action to get it back." Elder Qian looked sad and angry. At this moment, Lu Changsheng seemed to have become the heinous person, and they were all weak and could only be bullied.
Turn to the ancestors for help.
"How brave!" Mao Gu suddenly took action. He raised his hand and deliberately produced a talisman and threw it into the sky. Suddenly golden light flashed, dark clouds were covered above, and thunder was brewing.
Before doing this, Lu Changsheng was still afraid of the thunder, but his Yang soul had not emerged from his shell, so he was not afraid of the thunder. Instead, he glanced at Mao Gu sarcastically, suddenly took out the Taoist book, and sat cross-legged in the void.
, twelve little golden figures flashed behind him. If Lu Changsheng was a golden-armored war god before, now Lu Changsheng is like a god king guarded by the gods.
The appearance of the twelve little golden figures made Sanmao Zhenjun change his expression again. Even Mao Ying, who had been calm all the time, became gloomy. They had naturally dealt with the twelve Dingjia Gods, but they had never heard of anyone being able to obtain it.
The Twelve Dingjia God gave such a generous gift, and actually had the mind and body to defend him.
But the three of them didn't know that the Twelve Dingjia God hated Lu Changsheng to the core, and these twelve thoughts and dharma bodies were forcibly taken away by the Taoist book.
But none of this is important. What is important is that both Sanmao Zhenjun felt the threat, looked at each other, and Mao Ying and Mao Zhong also took action at the same time.
"Initiate thunder!" I heard three people shout loudly at the same time, and suddenly thunder condensed into a spirit in the sky. It was a thunder dragon that was tens of feet tall.
"Call the ancient thunder and kill the evil!" the three people shouted again.
There was a "boom", and the thunder dragon turned into lightning and fell down at lightning speed. The terrifying thunder power made everyone change their minds. The disciples of the Maoshan Sect were shaking all over, and they even peed their pants because of the fright.
Thunder is the most powerful destructive force in the world, and they are naturally unable to resist it.
And this technique of attracting thunder is the unique skill of Maoshan Sect, and also the unique skill of Sanmao Zhenjun. The strongest talisman of Maoshan Sect is not the twelve kinds of Dingjia talismans, but the lightning inducing talisman, but it has been lost long ago, and now the three
Mao Zhenjun's thoughts outline the talisman and easily trigger thunder, which shows how strong its body is.
Facing the thunderous landing, Lu Changsheng didn't know why he went crazy. He replayed the past chapter of the Amitabha Sutra, covered his Yang Soul and body with that artistic conception, opened his big mouth, and sucked it into the sky.
"Don't move in the past!" Lu Changsheng thought silently in his heart, and the thunderbolt instantly fell into his mouth, and an extremely overbearing and destructive force blasted into his body.
Even the body of the fire spirit was severely injured in an instant. Thunder poured into his body. At this time, his whole body was covered with lightning. The horrifying scene made people shudder.
"This boy... actually dares to swallow thunder!" The phantoms of Sanmao Zhenjun looked at each other, their fear became even more severe, followed by murderous intent.
"Chichi..." Lu Changsheng's body was covered with lightning, and the destructive power scorched his body to a crisp, and he was about to be completely burned out by the thunder.
Suddenly, in his cyclone, the Samadhi True Fire rushed out fiercely, suspended on the cyclone, and a terrible suction force came from the alchemy furnace.
"Rumble" Thunder seemed to feel the threat, and gave up Lu Changsheng's body, pouring fiercely into the cyclone. At this time, the cyclone was suddenly dense with light. Under the suction, Thunder's power was continuously sucked into the alchemy furnace.
"Roar..." Lu Changsheng's whole body was like charcoal, and he roared like a beast. This kind of pain was beyond words. Fortunately, it was his body that endured the thunder, not the Yang soul. If it were the Yang soul, he would probably
His soul was shattered when he was struck instantly, and the domineering power of Thunder was evident.
"Dead, he's dead!" Elder Qian almost stood up and clapped his hands. If it weren't for the shadows of the three ancestors, he would have definitely done so.
"Thunder is the power of heaven's punishment. He is stupid enough to swallow the thunder. This boy is really asking for his own death. If I had known better, I would have taken out the last thunder talisman and killed him. There is no need to call in the three ancestors."
Wu Feng felt a little regretful. The Maoshan sect still had some background, and they still had a thunder talisman.
But Wu Feng was reluctant to use it, fearing that Lu Changsheng would avoid Thunder. If he had known the current situation, he would not have triggered the ancestral thoughts and body in the formation to come out.
"Is he crazy?" Luochen looked at the sky in disbelief, but despite this, Luochen still had doubts on his face. Lu Changsheng was definitely not a fool.
"Wait a minute!" Xuying Mao Zhong's eyes suddenly revealed a golden light, he glanced at Lu Changsheng's body, and his expression changed greatly, "He...he actually swallowed the thunderbolt, and all the life in his body was not sucked out!
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"A cyclone, it's a cyclone. There is actually a pill furnace in his cyclone!" Mao Gu was also surprised. Their minds could see through some things, even though Lu Changsheng's whole body was covered with a layer of power that concealed the secrets of heaven.
"What is in the alchemy furnace is the most terrifying thing, the extreme fire. Among the one hundred and eight kinds of extreme fires in the world, the true fire of samadhi has the most potential!" Mao Ying murmured, looking at Lu Changsheng, her eyes were no longer the same as before.
He was murderous, but rather strange, as if he was trying to guess where Lu Changsheng was from.
Even in ancient times, such a person would definitely be the best. Even if he did not become a saint, he would definitely become an invincible power.
"Swallow...swallow, he actually swallowed it all!" Wu Feng watched blankly as the lightning disappeared from Lu Changsheng's body, but he was still alive.
"It feels so good!" Although his whole body was like charcoal, Lu Changsheng let out a joyful scream, and the power of the thunder was finally absorbed by the alchemy furnace and sealed in it.
"If the body has passed, how can it be hurt?" Lu Changsheng whispered. The injuries on his body began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye. It seemed that there was a force that made his body return to the past, as if he had never been hurt by thunder.
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"Amitabha Sutra!" Sanmao Zhenjun's mind, body, and eyes were dull...