Chapter 444 This Is Not a Dream

Luzhou's 15-zhang Dharma body is hanging in the air, standing in the middle.

He looked very calm...

He was not surprised by Ye Tianxin's appearance.

Ever since she received the Feishu from Yu Shangrong, she knew that Ye Tianxin was still there. I just didn't expect that she would come out to kill the enemy at this critical time.

It's just... the time is tight right now, and I don't have time to take care of this.

Besides, old man... Need your little Liu Ye to help? But then again, although Ye Tianxin was expelled from his junior sister, he still had some conscience. The ones she killed were all low-level practitioners, and they had little merit.

Well, let's go with her.

The disciples of the seven major sects were basically swept away by him in a crushing manner. Even if the nine elders of Yunzong burned the sea of ​​​​qi at the same time and sacrificed the Dharma body, it was just a scorpion shaking the tree, and it was meaningless. Wherever the nine-leaf golden lotus went, it all vanished into ashes.

Lu Zhou once again used his great supernatural powers, and flickered in the other direction.

He needs to confirm whether there are any ancestors of other sects... Otherwise, once the peak state disappears, it will be difficult to meet someone like Chang Yan who is not afraid of death...

The dharma body, fifteen feet high, flickered everywhere.

Even the stronger cultivator, Lu Zhou took him down without hesitation.

At the same time, when Ye Tianxin was killing the enemy with a deadly attitude, as soon as he entered the arena, he saw the huge Dharma body.

Ye Tianxin felt shocked while fighting.

She suddenly remembered that when she was captured by her master and returned to Jinting Mountain, she seemed to have seen the same scene in Motian Pavilion.

She thought it was a dream.

The limit that a human practitioner can reach is eight leaves. Last time, she thought she was dazzled and misunderstood.

This time...she could see clearly.

"Master is already nine leaves!"

"How did the old man do it?"

"Could it be that what the senior brother said is true, the master has been pursuing the secret of Jiuye?"

There were countless thoughts in Ye Tianxin's heart.

Looking at the low-level practitioners who fell down one by one, she suddenly understood that she came to help Motian Pavilion, it seemed, it was a bit wishful thinking. In such a situation, you don't need yourself at all.

...

The battlefield is near the southwest corner, and the remaining one wavelength of veteran practitioners burst into a sea of ​​qi, and everyone seemed to be on fire, fleeing everywhere.

Lu Zhou snorted softly, took his Dharma body, and leaped into the sky.

Arriving high in the sky, Jiuye's Hundred Tribulations Cave Dharma Body, at this moment, is like a human-shaped sun, illuminating a radius of hundreds of miles.

The practitioners within a hundred miles raised their heads one after another, looking in the direction of Jinting Mountain... or staring,

Either surprised or shocked.

Farther away, you can only see the dim light, but you don't know what shocking things have happened.

Luzhou sacrificed his name and turned it into a bow.

The movements are smooth and smooth, with the bow in the left hand and the string in the right hand.

huh, huh, huh...

The continuous arrows flew through the air.

"Nine Leaf Marksman!"

Hua Yuexing stared at the pavilion master who was pulling the arrow gang continuously.

Who doesn't want to witness Jiu Ye's style with their own eyes?

Hua Yuexing is a sharpshooter with superhuman talent and comprehension. Even without a master, he has reached the realm of Sanye by self-study. Such a genius, once pointed by a famous teacher, even if it points to a path, will be of great help to her. Hua Yuexing is exactly this feeling now... This is what the nine-leaf marksman looks like?

She tried to imprint the image in front of her mind.

This will be her future promotion goal.

The arrows are accurate and accurate, hitting those elder-level practitioners who are burning the sea of ​​​​qi.

Puff puff!

Falling one by one.

"This... is Jiu Ye?"

This is the thought of most practitioners before death.

Nine golden lotus leaves, together with the huge body, swept the entire battlefield.

Lu Zhou, in his peak state, wasted his vitality unscrupulously.

He kept flashing his Dharma body... He kept performing the great supernatural powers, and at the same time looked at the time.

More than half left.

Jiuye's strength has exceeded his expectations. It is reasonable to be able to defeat the seven major factions in such a short period of time.

But Lu Zhou always felt as if there were mice hiding in the dark.

Could it be... that Jiu Ye is too flamboyant?

Lu Zhou waved his hand.

Put away the nine-leaf dharma body.

The body is like a feather and slowly falls to the ground.

Despite this, Lu Zhou could still feel the surging power in his body.

Every time it is consumed, it will be instantly filled to perfection.

...

at the same time.

It is in the canyon a hundred miles away from the westernmost side of Jinting Mountain.

The head of the Zhencang School, Feng Qinghe, clutched his abdomen and flew forward.

Of the seven factions... he was the only one who escaped.

As for whether other people are alive, he has no way to judge.

Thinking of the nine-leaf dharma body, he still has lingering fears...

Why nine leaves?

Why is it such a special nine leaves! ! !

If he hadn't used the chaotic scene to forcibly erupt into a sea of ​​flaming qi, and escaped while Old Demon Ji was rampaging the audience, he would have long since become a corpse.

He looked in the direction of the canyon. "There's one more mile."

Wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth and run forward.

If one survives, there will be future fortunes.

"Master! Wait for me!"

Suddenly a voice came from behind.

Feng Qinghe was startled, turned around suddenly, staggered back immediately, slumped on the ground, and stared at the disciple who ran over.

This is unreasonable!

My Zhen Cang School, and other people as smart as me, escaped from "hell"?

Feng Qinghe swallowed and saw the disciple running over.

Sure enough, he was a disciple of the Zhencang School.

"How did you escape?" Feng Qinghe asked with a sigh of relief.

"I...I pretended to be dead."

"Pretend to be dead? Then you have to know the inner breath technique, at least have the cultivation of the divine court. Not bad." Feng Qinghe praised him, but he didn't have time to perceive his cultivation.

"Master, Master...Where are we going?"

"One mile ahead, there is a backhand left by me in the canyon." Feng Qinghe shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity that it is no longer used now, hehe, in front of Jiuye, all plans are in vain."

"Ah? The Zhencang School is about to end!?"

"How do you speak?" Feng Qinghe frowned.

"Yes, sorry."

"After this incident, you will be the pillar of my Zhencang School, the chief elder of the family! Come, help me up." Feng Qinghe said.

"Well, I want to be the head." The disciple said.

"Um?"

Feng Qinghe frowned slightly.

There are too many people taking advantage of the fire, and Feng Qinghe can sit where he is today, how could he not have these scheming calculations?

He stared intently at the disciple in front of him, unable to remember who he was. The Zhencang School, although not as good as the Yuntianluo three sects, is also a sect with thousands of people, how could he remember all of them clearly. No matter what, so many people died this time, I can no longer criticize the disciples as before.

"If you want to be the head, you must have sufficient qualifications and strength." Feng Qinghe looked at the disciple in front of him, "Help me up first."

"OK……"

The disciple stepped forward and helped him up.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Sun... Sun..." He scratched his head, "I've never thought about it."

bass!

The moment he was lifted up, the parting hook was drawn towards his chest with an aura! boom--

Feng Qinghe was retreated by the sudden sneak attack, flipped in the air, and when his feet landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and staggered back a few steps.

Feng Qinghe widened his eyes, looked at the parting hook that flew out, and immediately judged its grade.

Cough cough... After a while of coughing, Feng Qinghe said in a deep voice

"Aren't you a disciple of the Zhencang School?"