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Chapter 300
Chapter 300
With a loud rumbling of thunder, like a grind rolling from a distance, a gleaming giant figure appeared from the gloomy sky.
Half entrusted in the void, like a demon, overlooking all beings.
Lu Xuanjia lowered his head and looked down at the own practitioners in horror. Among them, there were immortal king masters who were equal to him in Realm.
No, to be precise, it should be most of the fairy king masters who are with him in Realm.
And a small part is beyond his Realm.
One rank higher than him, two ranks, third ranks, and even fourth ranks.
In the entire cultivation world of the Great Universe, the encounter between these two parties would undoubtedly be the result of them being high above them, casting encouraging eyes on the younger generations who are lower than their own strength.
No matter what genre it is, roughly speaking, the cultivation path is easy in the middle and difficult in the two.
It is difficult to get started, and a mortal without talent may not get started for the rest of his life.
Talent and savvy, these two points alone have already blocked most mortals at the door.
And those who can successfully get started, can you say that they have good talents?
It is true among mortals, but it is not yet known when it comes to the group of cultivators they have become.
A mortal picks one from a hundred miles, and one from a thousand miles. Among the cultivators, it’s nothing but ordinary.
The middle is easy, as long as you can successfully get started in cultivation, you will enter a period of stability. As long as you work hard to cultivate, the strength of the Cultivation Base will be stable. It is just a matter of speed and slowness.
Finally, when the cultivation reaches a certain Realm, the limitations of talent and understanding reappear. Some Realms may not be able to break through in their lifetime.
Just like the old Sword Immortal who fell in the valley, his understanding was insufficient and he realized himself to death.
Such a method of death may make people laugh out loud.
But in fact, among these cultivators, I don’t know how many cultivators are like him, trapped in shackles and blockades, and in the end their life span is exhausted and they are gone.
Seeing the horrified eyes cast by these cultivators who should have taken his younger generation indifferently, Lu Xuanzhi’s heart was moved, but his expression was silent and unmoved.
I have to say that Vermillion Bird is worthy of pretending to be a young expert in the world. It is dim and dark, and only for you as the background. Between the world, but you are the distance between you, Vermillion Bird is instantly created by Lu Xuanjia as the demon god. The image has become the only existence that can be watched and looked up to.
She Mingxian and others worked hard to stabilize their bodies from the wind, and all looked up at the figure that appeared with the wind.
I can’t see his face clearly, because the figure is too large and too wide, as if standing proudly between the sky and the earth, he wants to break the sky and crush the ground.
And how can a cultivator like them observe the whole picture, just peep the leopard inside and see a part of it.
At this moment, no one would think about the strength of this figure.
She Mingxian and others were completely shocked, and didn’t dare to think about his strength, but a voice in his heart kept telling them.
Is this the ancient god in the legend of Cultivation World?
Between gestures, heaven and earth moved. If he travels, the mountains give way, and thousands of rivers worship, it is an inadvertent word and deed that can change the existence of heaven and earth for him.
At this moment, She Mingxian and others were a little panicked. They weren’t so panicked even when they first met the head, participated in the Wanfa meeting for the first time, and stood on the Great Hall Of The Sect to accept the worship of thousands of disciples for the first time.
In an instant, they had lost the ability to think and just stared blankly.
What kind of fear, fear, I am afraid that will gradually emerge after this matter has passed.
“It’s almost there!” Lu Xuanjia reminded him of Vermillion Bird’s voice.
Lu Xuanjia’s purpose was to drive these cultivators back, and to prevent the people from the Tianheng Star Territory from coming back. Of course, it wasn’t all that was done by showing off his face, and he had to say his own requirements!
To be honest, in fact, in that state just now, Lu Xuanzhi was also a little airy, who didn’t want to be aloof and worshipped by sentient beings.
And he just got a “three-minute experience card” and enjoyed this feeling of being feared and worshipped in advance.
It was inevitable that he was a little fluttering, but he quickly recovered. The “experience card” was just an “experience card”.
Lu Xuanzhi recalled Vermillion Bird’s script, his eyes gradually showed the coldness and unhappiness that a tyrannical demon should have, and he was unhappy at everything.
Not to mention, this group of ants that disturbed their “sleeping” at this time.
“Ats! How many years has it been in the wasteland? Is this Qingtianyuan also your presumptuous place?” The sound came like a thunder, and it fell in the ears of She Mingxian and others, it was like a sword and a sword. Struck.
The sword can still hide, but these words penetrate into the ears, there is no way to hide.
Suddenly, all the people present bleeds from their seven orifices, and they squatted down holding their heads with splitting eyes, and they couldn’t even raise the slightest thoughts of resistance.
Lu Xuanzhi was stunned for a moment, what about the good script? What about the good illusion?
Are these people too cooperative?
“Vermillion Bird, did you show me this illusion?” Lu Xuanzhi said in a complicated tone.
Otherwise, the mere illusion, how could it have the power to knock down dozens of people in an instant.
Moreover, there are many strong players who are higher than his Realm. If he meets and fights normally, it is good that he can win one.
Now in one sentence, bring down a group? What is this operation.
Vermillion Bird was silent for a while, and then calmly replied: “Go on! They were stunned by the illusion, and they didn’t even think about resisting. It was expected that this result could be caused.”
“Everything is under control, proceed as planned.”
“If you have casualties, you will have a long memory. We will help you later. Then you will instantly gain the power to kill some of them in seconds.”
“If there are few people who want to die, you try to choose the most powerful shot.”
“Remember, the posture must be handsome!”
Lu Xuanzhi nodded in his heart suddenly, Vermillion Bird deserves to be a holy beast, really reliable!
It turns out that everything is under control, and the strength of the three fairy king vegetables alone can create the situation in front of you. It is worthy of Vermillion Bird.
Of course, Shan Hongdou is not the fairy king Realm, and his strength at this time Realm is a bit higher.
“The Wasteland Calendar…” She Mingxian swallowed hard. He once read a few words about the Wasteland Calendar in an ancient book.
In the Tianheng Star Territory, the use of the wasteland calendar to record things was still in a legendary era. In that era, gods and demons were rampant, with one finger and a flick for millions of years, but only a few words were remembered.
A year in the wasteland calendar is equal to a thousand years in the accounts of the Tianheng Star Territory.
Their strength, in that era, they are indeed ants, not even ants.
Vermillion Bird’s script for Lu Xuanzhi is a tyrannical demon, who kills if he doesn’t agree with him. Only in this way, she won’t give any chance of communication to cultivators such as She Mingxian, so that he can “poorly reject” Tianheng Star Territory. Cultivators come again to explore the secret realm of Pakistan.