Chapter 390 All Beings Are Meritorious

What is a strong man?

Lu Zhou seriously demonstrated to everyone that this is the strong one.

Leng Luo and Pan Litian were unable to do anything for a while, and they were so fragile in front of the pavilion master.

They suddenly remembered a problem that everyone in the world said that the life of the ancestor of Motian Pavilion is approaching, guessing every year, testing every year, besieging every year, but not a single success. Every time I can find a reasonable reason to attack again, and this reason is the truth that the world firmly believes: the life span of a thousand years.

Under normal circumstances, the cultivation base will drop in the last hundred years...

Then there is only one possibility: the patriarch of Motian Pavilion, perhaps, really found the way to Jiuye.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that the pavilion master of Motian Pavilion could display such terrifying power.

The three people in the Old Age Pavilion came up with a word at the same time: return to nature.

Perhaps, at the level of the pavilion master, the control of power is a return to the basics.

There is no big opening and closing, no dazzling Gangqi and moves.

...

Same as before.

At the same time as Bama rushed, the Weiming sword slid across his body.

As he told Yu Shangrong, if you want to kill your opponent, just swing your sword hard.

The sharpness of the Weiming Sword was beyond everyone's understanding.

Click!

The sound is like the sound of splitting bamboo.

Crisp and relieved.

An indescribable relief.

For the first time, everyone in Motian Pavilion felt how wonderful this cracking sound was. It was so wonderful that all the pressure was greatly relieved in an instant.

Loulan witchcraft genius, Bama, has just fallen.

The surroundings of Motian Pavilion seemed very quiet.

Lu Zhou glanced at the blood-refined body on the rock, but showed no sympathy.

Witchcraft is also divided into black and white... Unfortunately, Bama chose the darkest side.

"Master's divine power is unparalleled in the world! Disciple is eye-opening!" Zhu Honggong was the first to break the tranquility.

Everyone looked at Zhu Honggong.

"Uh, I can't help it... I can't help it..." Zhu Honggong scratched his head, just scratching his head, alas, the angular glove is really a bit frustrating.

Now is not the time to be flattering.

Because they saw the puppets who were repelled, they moved slowly.

Without the controls, they surrounded them like machines.

There are too many, and the defense is amazing. If you kill one by one, you don't know how to kill the donkey year and horse month.

Lu Zhou raised his head, looked at the purple mist all over the sky, and the dharma body that was constantly supported below, stroked his beard and said, "Bai Ze."

One command.

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Bai Ze stepped on the auspicious clouds, bathed in auspicious air, and came to the top of the purple mist.

The scene of the battle with the Ten Wizards reappeared.

Hua Wudao's eyes widened... watching Bai Ze lowered his auspicious aura.

The purple mist was rapidly pressed down by the auspicious aura until it landed on the ground.

Losing the support of the purple mist, the puppets fell to the ground one by one.

This process continued for a while, until all the purple fog disappeared and all the puppets fell down, and Bai Ze let out a long howl... As if he had completed the task, he flew back and disappeared into the darkness.

Lu Zhou noticed that Bai Ze had a reminder that he was resting, and it should have been seven days.

Everyone looked at the direction in which Bai Ze disappeared and was stunned...

They rubbed their eyes.

Is this... a joke?

There is such a thing, why not release it earlier?

Lu Zhou naturally had his own ideas. If Bai Ze is released, Bama is likely to turn around and run...

It is the safest way to deal with Bama first and then deal with these puppets.

Seeing the puppets all over the ground, Lu Zhou shook his head.

This battle is a big loss.

There is no merit reward, but also to cause a show.

Not only that, those purple mists stained the grass and trees near the foothills, taking away most of the vitality.

Many trees simply withered.

Xu Jing stepped forward, floated down, glanced at the puppets all over the ground, shook his head and sighed, raised his palms and said, "Amitabha!"

"Old monk, what is there about Amitabha Buddha?" Zhu Honggong looked at those things, and his heart was also trembling.

"Although they were controlled by Bama, they had no grievances with me before their death... All of this is ultimately the fault of the great witch."

Zhu Hong nodded: "It seems to make sense."

Xu Jingxuan turned around and said to Luzhou: "Ji donor, all living beings have merit, all reincarnations are in order, and order is safe. The poor monk is willing to open an altar at the foot of the mountain to save himself, and I hope the donor will answer."

Lu Zhou glanced at his surroundings.

The deceased is dead, and there should be a sense of awe.

"Okay." Lu Zhou said.

"Thank you, Lord Ji." Xu Jing stood up slowly and said loudly, "The poor monk thanked the benefactors for the deceased."

"Old monk, you are quite interesting...then they will leave it to you."

"The old man is bound by his duty."

Ming Shiyin looked at Xu Jing and said, "You are the first monk I look at."

Lu Zhou returned to Motian Pavilion.

"Congratulations to the pavilion master."

"Congratulations to send Master."

When Luzhou disappeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Old Pan, are you okay?" Leng Luo noticed Pan Litian's decadent expression.

"I can't die." Pan Litian clenched the wine gourd, coughed twice, and stood up.

Pan Chongfei came down, supported Pan Litian, and said, "If your cultivation has not recovered, don't be brave."

Pan Litian wasn't angry either, he laughed: "But... a lot of things, only by being brave can you know if you can survive."

"Don't indoctrinate me again, I'll help you go back."

The disciples watched Pan Litian and Pan Zhongta fly back to Motian Pavilion.

Huayuexing slowly fell from the top of Motian Pavilion.

She put away the Falling Moon Bow and shook her head to herself, but it was still too far... After a battle, the number of puppets she killed was very limited.

Hua Wudao came to his side and said, "Don't be discouraged, those who are the direct disciples of the pavilion master cannot be measured by conventional talents."

"Oh."

at the same time.

Luzhou returned to the East Pavilion.

Those two swings of the sword did not seem to have a big explosion, but they also consumed two-thirds of his extraordinary power.

After all, it is the power to win the eight leaves...

This is still based on the Weiming Sword.

He flipped a palm.

The Weiming Sword was suspended in the palm of his hand.

Black runes?

Lu Zhou remembered the scene in the Jian Ruins, Weiming Jian absorbed all the black runes of the magic sword and became his own power. Is it because of this that it becomes sharper?

Thoughts move.

The Weiming Sword turned into a hammer, without black runes, and turned into other shapes without runes surrounding it.

Putting away the Weiming sword, Lu Zhou discarded his distracting thoughts, sat cross-legged, and entered the state of comprehending the Book of Heaven.

This time, a fatal blow was consumed, an impeccable one, and the remaining item cards are getting fewer and fewer... According to the current price, the cards will be used up sooner or later. All he can rely on is extraordinary power.

At the same time, find ways to improve your personal cultivation.

Early the next morning.

As soon as Lu Zhou opened his eyes, a voice came from outside the door

"Master, please see me quietly."

"understood."

Lu Zhou stood up and sensed the extraordinary power.

Overnight, it increased a little bit, and the speed of comprehension was really worrying.

Could it be related to the opening of the fourth book of heaven? Does the speed increase accordingly with each open roll?

But he didn't think much, but left the East Pavilion.

When I came to the outside of the Motian Pavilion, the scene in front of me was quite lively.

Outside the main hall, between the two majestic pillars, there was a crowd of people standing...all in monks' robes.

Jinting Mountain is not a hill. In front of this hall, there are thousands of square meters, and it was filled with monks.

What is this for?

The main hall faces east, and the morning light falls on the Motian Pavilion.

I saw Lu Zhou walking slowly.

Xu Jing walked out of the crowd, raised his palms and said, "Amitabha."

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