The surrounding air is filled with an invisible force field, slowly squeezing inward, as if it contains a huge force.
All the hairs on Zhiyuan's body stood up, and a golden aura filled with complex runes emitted from the red cassock, covering him and the young monk.
Zhiyuan was chanting strange Buddhist mantras at the same time. The dark golden staff stood in front of him, and a strange * symbol emerged from it and was imprinted on the body-protecting spiritual light of the two of them.
After doing all this, Zhiyuan felt that the pressure was much lessened. His eyes exuded a clear light, and he clasped his hands together and said: "That's good, that's good. The abbot brother said that my trip was full of dangers. I didn't expect that he would die before he passed the Tongtian River.
Encountering obstacles from a strong person like Lu Daoyou."
Lu Kun crossed his arms across his chest and only released some of the void power of the source force field without directly taking action. He sneered: "Master, you'd better go back. The Southwest Immortal Cultivation World does not welcome any immortal cultivators from the Great Zhou Dynasty."
Although Zhiyuan has surging magic power and looks like he is ready to fight at any time, his expression is very gentle: "I wonder if fellow Taoist Lu can shed some light on my doubts about why I have such a prejudice against the Great Zhou sect."
Lu Kun's face darkened and he snorted: "The reason? You will know after a fight."
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared on the spot and appeared in front of Zhiyuan in an instant. The muscles on his right arm turned into hideous and deformed lumps, like a thick stone pillar of flesh and blood.
The whole body was shrouded in a light silver film, and the aura of heaven and earth and the energy of demons appeared from the nearby air, blessing the flesh and blood stone pillars, exuding a black and white halo.
Zhiyuan's gentle expression had disappeared, and he had a look of astonishment on his face. He seemed to be frightened by Lu Kun's appearance. He was not prepared at all, and the light golden shield outside his body was blasted to pieces.
"when……"
A crisp sound of clashing came out, and fortunately, the dark golden staff was full of spirituality and appeared in front, blocking the ferocious fist with muscle bumps.
Violent energy surged in all directions, the spiritual energy and demonic energy of heaven and earth surged, and the hidden vitality poured out one after another.
Half of the vitality gathered towards the dark golden staff. This strange magic weapon could actually absorb the vitality of heaven and earth and the vitality of demons at the same time. A half-human-sized golden "*" word emerged, firmly pressed against the flesh and blood stone pillar.
"interesting."
The terrifying treasure light rolled inside Lu Kun's body. His body instantly expanded by 50%, turning into a nine-foot-tall giant. He raised his other free left hand, and the muscles on it were bulging like hills, and they were also intertwined with rich black and white.
The halo smashed forward.
Zhiyuan's face turned pale, and the mana in his body continued to pour out. At the same time, a golden spiritual light was emitted from the center of his eyebrows and injected into the staff, and the word "*" became more solid.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the aura of the huge golden "*" dimmed a lot, but it still seemed to be able to hold up.
But at this moment, Lu Kun's rock-like fists turned into palms, and his fingers were pressed together. The remaining black and white haloes on them intertwined to form a cone-shaped vortex, like a drill bit, poking into the center of the word "*", and at the same time there was
A silver light flashed away.
Along with a burst of destructive energy, the word "*" was completely shattered, but its scattered golden light turned into balls of light and fell on Lu Kun's huge body.
These golden auras contained some kind of powerful scorching power, but they were still energy attacks. After being weakened a lot by the Zaling Soft Armor, the remaining power only made Lu Kun's skin a little charred.
Zhiyuan held the staff with one hand and looked down at his right chest. There was a tiny blood hole on the edge of the red cassock. He sighed, clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Lu, for showing mercy."
Lu Kun had returned to his normal size. He stretched out his palm, and a piece of light silver nail flew out from the blood hole on Zhiyuan's chest and fell into his hand. He glanced at the dark golden staff and said lightly: "Buddhism
There is indeed something about magical powers."
Zhiyuan ignored the injuries on his body and said seriously: "Pavilion Master Lu has extraordinary magical powers. Which sect does he belong to?"
There was silver blood surging on Lu Kun's fingertips. He fiddled with the nail clippings, reinstalled them, and said slowly: "Lu is the master of the Wei Kingdom's Body Refining Pavilion. Today, a quarter of the Southwest Immortal Cultivation World
The region is all under the control of the Body Refining Pavilion."
"Physical Refining Pavilion..."
Although Zhiyuan has never heard of this sect, he can guess from the battle just now that its magical powers are based on the physical body.
He murmured: "The body-refining technique is unheard of in the world of immortal cultivation, and Pavilion Master Lu hates the Great Zhou sect so much. Could it be that they covet the techniques of the body-refining pavilion and try to steal your sect's techniques?"
Lu Kun rubbed his fingers, and the nails on them had returned to their original state, as if they had never been broken. He snorted coldly: "Those greedy guys have already died in Lu's hands. Why, Huatian Temple also doesn't know the body training method?"
interested?"
"Wonderful Great Spirit King Buddha." Zhiyuan recited the Buddha's name and said, "I have not yet mastered the secret skills of Buddhism in Huatian Temple, so how can I be greedy for other people's skills?"
"'Greed' is one of the three poisons and is the enemy of Buddhist practice. If you indulge in greed, your practice will not only stagnate, but even regress. How can this temple do such a thing that harms your self-cultivation?
"
Lu Kun squinted his eyes and noticed that Zhiyuan's eyes were extremely clear when he was speaking. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "You, an old monk, really have some moral knowledge."
Zhiyuan put away the dark golden staff, clasped his hands and said: "Pavilion Master Lu, this temple has no influence on your sect's martial arts. The purpose of Lao Na's trip is to spread Buddhist concepts and martial arts in the southwest. He does not insist on any temple.
resource."
Lu Kun touched his chin and said, "If that's the case, we can consider it, but we have to wait until Lu has finished handling Da Zhou's affairs."
As he spoke, he waved one hand, and an exquisite spirit boat appeared in the sky. He added: "By the way, Lu left a sinister thread in the master's body, which contains a special evil will.
"
"As long as Lu's mind moves, this will will explode. Although it is not fatal, its soul and body will suffer considerable damage under its impact."
"Master, it's best to return to Huatian Temple to heal your wounds. Lu may come to visit you. Yin'er, let's go."
Shi Yin'er kept staring at the ring scars on the heads of the two monks, her eyes rolling, not knowing what she was thinking. When she heard Lu Kun's greeting, she responded, her figure flashed, landed on the spirit boat, and fired a
Dao Lingjue controlled the flying boat and galloped away into the distance.
After Zhiyuan heard Lu Kun's words, he was shocked. He used his spiritual consciousness to sense it carefully and found a group of invisible silver blood cells in the wound on his chest.
Within the solidified power of Qi and blood, there was a faint trace of willpower exuding a sinister aura.
"It seems to contain the aura of true demonic intention, and also seems to be pure evil intention. Could it be that this Pavilion Master Lu has understood the power of will and has half-stepped into the realm of god transformation?"
Mana surged in Zhiyuan's body to heal the wound, but he did not dare to touch the small ball of blood inside.
"Master, what should we do now? Go back?" At this time, the young monk Ziqing shrank his neck and said weakly.
Although he was hiding behind Zhiyuan and was not injured, the terrifying momentum in the battle just now really scared him. The other party wounded the late Nascent Soul master with just a move of his hand, which was probably more powerful than their abbot.
Zhiyuan did not answer, but looked at Feizhou going away. He suddenly remembered something: "Pavilion Master Lu said he was here to deal with the matter. Does he want to take revenge on the Great Zhou Sect?"
His expression changed slightly, and a golden light shrouded the young monk, turning into a ray of light and rising into the sky. The spiritual thoughts of the great monk level surged into the distance: "Pavilion Master Lu, please wait for me..."