His smile gave all the onlookers an inexplicable feeling.
Suddenly, his smile disappeared and his expression was stern: "My master always teaches us something.
In this world, the so-called peace can never be obtained by praying. If you want to obtain peace, the only way is war.
Kill the enemy, scare the enemy, and completely destroy the enemy.
For countless years, our human race has occupied the center of the world of China and the sealed land, and the Holy Mountain has only been able to stay in a corner.
This is not the begging of the human race.
The Sea Tribe looks very powerful and can stir up endless storms at will. However, for countless years, it has never shown its figure.
Even though it has been around for several months, it has not flooded a single city.
This is not begging either!
We at Jixia Academy have never liked war, but we have never been afraid of it. The peace we need will only be fought for with our own hands.
The seventh elder of Shenshan, just now, those demon clans and sea clans were all killed by our Jixia Academy.
I heard you say that you want revenge and want to destroy the human city.
So……"
Lu Jing suddenly stopped talking and turned to look at Ye Feng: "Please help me get this spiritual fruit. It has a very beautiful name, called Moment of Color.
In other words, in just ten breaths, he will dissolve between heaven and earth.
And I want to taste its deliciousness myself after I kill the seventh elder of the demon clan."
As soon as these words came out, the entire square fell silent instantly.
In an instant, not many warriors have ever seen this kind of spiritual fruit.
It's just a magical holy medicine that Qin Feng got in the Taiyuan Tower. It tastes very delicious.
There are also some of Qin Feng's disciples.
However, the most important thing now is not whether Setsuna Colorful Food is delicious?
Or, what is the origin?
The most critical part is the ten breaths.
What Lu Jing meant was that he could not only kill the seventh elder of the Holy Mountain.
It can also kill the opponent in ten breaths.
How arrogant is this?
The seventh elder was stunned on the spot.
An eight-year-old boy threatened to kill him in ten breaths.
This is absolutely ridiculous.
In fact, there was no emotion in his heart, not even a hint of anger.
"You laughed me to death. If you can kill the seventh elder in ten seconds, I will call you grandpa on the spot!"
Feng Yuyan laughed and said.
"What a pity! I don't want a grandson like you. However, wait a moment, I think it's not too much to ask someone who volunteers to be my grandson to kneel on the ground forever!"
Of course, that will be the sixth slap in the face!"
Lu Jing sneered.
The seventh elder felt ridiculous.
However, there is only one outcome for humans who desecrate the glory of their sacred mountain, and that is to be killed.
In an instant, his eyes were filled with a ferocious aura.
The aura throughout his body is rising steadily, and the blood energy is rising in a terrifying way that ordinary people cannot imagine.
An extremely terrifying figure appeared in the overwhelming divine light.
This is a golden lion, and there are nine golden lions.
The lifelike nine heads, the sages in the divine light.
The terrifying aura radiated, permeating the entire world, oppressing the nine heavens and ten earth.
"I'm going!"
"The seventh elder of the Holy Mountain is actually a nine-headed lion, and there is a bit of immortality lingering on his nine heads. In other words, it is equivalent to the aggregation of nine powerful demigods."
"No wonder, there are always rumors in the Tianyuan world that the nine-headed lion can kill the gods. It is only nine times, and the accumulation compared with other people is already terrifying. In addition, the bloodline of the golden lion is extremely strong, even compared to ordinary mythical beasts.
Make more concessions."
"The Seventh Elder is too strong. I doubt that the young man in the black coffin or the young monk just now are the enemy of Yihe.
It's just ridiculous that an eight-year-old boy threatened to kill nine lions in ten breaths."
"He said ten breaths would kill the seventh elder, but he didn't say ten breaths would kill nine lions.
After all, he didn't know before that the seventh elder was actually a terrifying nine-headed lion.
Look at the demon clan around you, it seems that they are also shocked that the seventh elder is actually a nine-headed lion!"
…
The nine-headed golden lion is the mythical existence of the demon clan’s sacred mountain.
At this time, the seventh elder manifested his true form, making Lu Jing's previous words even more ridiculous.
The roar of the nine-headed lion shook the heavens.
Just the air waves lingering around have swept away many warriors.
Even those aliens in the realm of creation have their bodies involuntarily stretched far behind.
"What's it called? It's so noisy! You don't have any self-awareness and you're still showing off here. Don't you realize that you are really ugly?"
Lu Jing's voice was a little cold and stern.
The nine-headed lion roared angrily again.
Lu Jing didn't seem to care at all.
He began to recite ancient poems again, and he still finished the song.
"The forest is dark and the grass is frightened by the wind,
The general draws his bow at night.
Looking for white feathers in plain sight,
Not in the stone."
The figure of Flying General Li Guang appeared in everyone's sight again.
Seeing this scene, the nine-headed lion couldn't help but taunted: "Qian Donkey has no skills. You can use this poem to deal with the inexplicable human race who finally burst out with the fighting power of nature.
However, in front of me, it is of no use at all. It only adds to the laughter!"
Many onlookers couldn't help but laugh.
However, Lu Jing remained calm and composed without any emotional changes. Instead, he quickly started singing again.
"The smoke and dust of the Han family are in the northeast, and the Han generals will resign and destroy their families.
A man is naturally proud of himself, but the emperor gives him great honor.
Jin beats the drum down to Yuguan, and the flags meander among the Jieshi stones.
The school captain's feather book flies into the vast sea, and the Chan Yu's hunting fire shines on Langshan.
…”
This poem is "Yan Ge Xing" by Gao Shi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.
The last four sentences are the finishing touch, showing the image of Air Force General Li Guang as brave, wise, capable in commanding, and loving to nurse the soldiers.
When this poem was recited, the awe-inspiring righteousness in the void began to gather violently, intertwining with Yu Sai's next song.
A sacred halo appeared again behind that lifelike and divine figure.
The countless small seal characters in the ancient poem Yan Ge are wandering in the sacred halo.
Endless power gathered on the body of the flying general Li Guang.
At this time, all the warriors could feel that the aura above this sacred figure became more violent.
"Is this superposition? I didn't expect that Confucianism and Taoism can be superimposed."
"If we say that the warriors holding the divine bow previously had the same force as the Third Heavenly Palace of Creation. Now, with the superposition of power from the second poem, their power has been directly increased dozens of times!
Even the warriors who created the Ninth Heaven Palace cannot bear it."
"Hey! Look! That little boy seems to be still reciting ancient poems."
Hearing this, everyone's eyes were attracted again, and they all looked towards him one after another.