If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

The fate of seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck shone golden in Lu Jing's mind.

The golden light was like the morning glow in the daytime, and the glow filled the air. In just an instant, it had flowed into Lu Jing's mind and turned into a lot of thoughts.

[Auspicious image: Let go of the magical sword in your hand, Nanfengmian returns to Taixuanjing, gains five hundred life stat vitality, and wins the Canglu ming karma named swordsman. 】

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[The Elephant Elephant: Hold the magic spell in your hand tightly, hold the two swords of Bailu and Shenshu, the primordial spirit will be split, and you will be seriously injured. It is hoped that you will subdue the two swords in exchange for Nanfengmian and go south.

Obtain the vitality of the Eight Hundred Dao Fate, and the youth sword armor of the Zunqing Fate. 】

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Under the pattern of seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck, two completely different hexagrams emerged in Lu Jing's mind.

Lu Jing, however, did not think about it as before.

He is still firmly holding the divine art in his hand, and the famous sword White Deer in the other hand is still shining soaringly, as if there is a fairy deer running on the sword indistinctly, radiating bursts of sword intent from the white deer sword .

That kind of sword intent seems to be mixed with some kind of immortal power, not purely from the sword.

Lu Jing Yuanshen has jumped out.

Nine paths of divine fire burned in the center of Lu Jingyuan's brows, and the eight-foot-long Yuanshen sat cross-legged behind Lu Jing, and the light-supporting sword energy that Lu Jing had cultivated for many days rose up, turning into a round of Dongjun's great sun, shining on Lu Jingyuan's spirit, Resisting the heavy coercion from the two famous swords of Shenshu and Bailu.

The moment Lu Jing held the sword.

Almost everything around him dimmed.

As if all the light in the sky had been snatched away, a fairyland vaguely appeared above Lu Jing's head.

In that fairyland, the immortal bowed his head, blood flowed like a river, the corpses of the immortals were scattered everywhere, and the bones of the immortals were filled with crystal white light!

According to legend, the sword body of Shenju and the two swords of the White Deer were cast by sword spirits when the sword armor of the world went to the fairyland, cut off five thousand sword immortals in the sky, and melted them with the bones of immortals.

Because of this, the divine arts and the two swords of the White Deer were born with the power of immortals.

Only the masters of these two swords can arouse the immortal power in it. Besides, it is just like rumors that no one in the world can hold the divine art and the white deer at the same time, and no one can arouse the immortal power in it. .

Even Old Nan, who was heading straight towards Nan Fengmian, couldn't help but turn his head and look at Lu Jing in the distance.

The short-clothed man seemed to have forgotten that there was Chu Kuangren's water mist supernatural power in front of him, his eyes fell on the two famous swords that once shook the world, and he was a little ecstatic.

The most surprising thing was Nan Heyu.

She is a natural swordsman, and she gave birth to a feathered sword heart. She can clearly perceive the supreme power contained in the divine art and the white deer.

"Even if the former White Deer was lent to me by Jiankui, I'm afraid I can't control it.

Mr. Lu Jing came here with a white deer in his hand, and now he borrowed a magic spell to make his uncle leave.

He wanted... to use the power of these two swords at the same time. "

Nan Heyu took a deep breath. It was less than a year ago, but Lu Jing, who used to have an inextricable relationship with her, is now more bright and shining.

Even in the talent of swordsmanship that she is proud of, Mr. Lu Jing has far surpassed her.

"Uncle wants to leave Taixuanjing, why did grandpa stop him?"

Nan Heyu lowered her head, Qian Xiushui on top of her head had completely lost its brilliance under the sword intent emanating from the white deer and divine arts not far away.

But Qian Xiushui was still sharp, and the light of the three hundred sword was still hanging in the air, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the man in the short coat.

But a few breaths of time.

Straight to Ling Xiaohan's sword energy rolled up clouds and mist, forming a hazy mist.

Ten Li Changning Street, Sheng Zi had just stepped out of her boudoir when she saw the beautiful and moving scene on the sky in the distance.

A gust of wind blew, and the red dress on her body fluttered slightly, but it didn't blow away the glorious clouds in the sky.

Seeing such a beautiful thing, Sheng Zi subconsciously thought of Lu Jing.

There was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and she thought to herself, "I wonder if Lu Jing has seen such a beautiful scenery?"

"Maybe, I should go find him? Walk with him?"

Sheng Zi has always been decisive, and now that she has such thoughts in her heart, she rides on her plain heels and heads all the way towards Yanglu Street.

But she didn't know that the person who rolled the clouds and mist in the sky was Lu Jing who he had been thinking about day and night.

Nan Heyu stood behind Lu Jing, looking at Lu Jing worriedly.

In just a dozen breaths, Lu Jing kept his head down, his shoulders seemed to be carrying two mountains, and his body was shaking slightly.

Behind him, the phantom of the primordial spirit was looming, and the Nine Dao Divine Fire was almost extinguished.

The only thing that shines... is Lu Jing's light-supporting sword energy that has been cultivated for a long time.

Fu Guang Jian Qi gradually rises, and Dongjun shines brightly on Yuanshen.

The sharp sword intent of a heavy front merged with the light of this world, and became more and more surging.

Nan Heyu clearly saw this scene.

Not only her, but also the young man in Xuanyi and Luo Shubai in the small pavilion of the study building.

Not far from the small pavilion, Chu Kuangren walked slowly with a green jade staff in hand.

His beard was also stained with a few drops of rain from the swirling clouds, and his tall figure was quite conspicuous even in this library where there are so many capable people.

He walked all the way, walked into the small pavilion, and sat opposite the young man in black, but he didn't look at him, but looked at the sky in the distance.

"What do you think of this young man?" Madman Chu asked without beginning or end.

Luo Shubai was fascinated by the sky before he realized that there was one more person in the pavilion.

The young man in Xuanyi nodded: "I borrowed the White Deer Sword from him, I thought he would not be able to hold the White Deer Sword, but I never thought that the White Deer Sword would get into his hands, and I was quite docile.

Just like Mr. Si holding a sword more than ten years ago. "

Madman Chu sighed, and gently tapped the ground with the green jade stick in his hand, waves of ripples flowed in all directions, and a strong wind suddenly blew up in the entire Tai Xuan Jing.

"I'm not very satisfied with the current Tai Xuanjing."

Madman Chu shook his head, and said straightforwardly: "During the last spiritual wave, many powerhouses in Taixuanjing were extremely powerful, but since the opening of the Heavenly Gate, many fairylands in the sky are like ordinary people. After taking the fruit of the spiritual wave.

Many powerful people in Taixuanjing became timid, but Emperor Chongtian and Jiang Shoufu became much more radical. They no longer saw mortal beings in their eyes, and only wanted to turn the twelfth floor and five cities into the palm of their hands. "

Luo Shubai lowered his head and did not speak.

The young man in Xuanyi didn't change his expression, and said: "There are more powerful people in Taixuanjing than you and I imagined.

Among the many princes, Yuzhuoxian and Yuxuanlou have incomparable talents.

Among the newborn strongmen, even the Marquis of Zhongshan is the leader. Then Xu Changhe and Xu Baijia will return to Beijing from Shenguan.

Dazhu Kingdom Su Houcang still has the ability to slaughter immortals, and Dafu seems to be sluggish, but it is still the most powerful country in the world.

It is Emperor Chongtian's idea to accomplish one battle. You and I who are idle in the world may wish to take a look at what will happen to the mortal world where Emperor Chongtian sits under the throne. "

Madman Chu finally took a fancy to the young man in Xuanyi, and asked sideways, "You don't want to kill Emperor Chongtian?"

The young man in Xuanyi shook his head: "I will kill him when he becomes the Emperor of Immortals, or when his ideas are completely defeated.

I'll give him a chance to save the day. "

Madman Chu raised his eyes to look at the sky, but the glow in the distance became more and more terrifying, and layers of immortal energy flowed down from it, engulfing his vitality and almost crushing Lu Jing.

Lu Jing's primordial spirit was almost about to shatter, and dense cracks spread all over the primordial spirit.

"enough."

Madman Chu sighed: "You should recall the White Deer or Divine Art, Lu Jingtian is a genius, it would be a pity to let him be ruined by these two swords."

There was a flash of approval in Luo Shubai's eyes.

He met Lu Jing for the first time today, but Lu Jing was just like Luo Shubai's imagination, he was a humble gentleman and a swordsman.

Luo Shubai vaguely sensed Nan Heyu's feelings for Lu Jing from Nan Heyu's few words, or a few eyes, and he couldn't help feeling a little strange in his heart.

But even so, Luo Shubai still didn't want Lu Jing to be ruined by divine art and Bailu.

The world of swordsmanship is full of ups and downs, with one more Lu Jing, one day there will be another great master of swordsmanship, and even one more swordsman.

This kind of young man should not be folded here.

But I never thought that the young man in Xuanyi was still sitting in the small pavilion, indifferent.

He shook his head lightly: "Not enough."

At this point, he looked at Madman Chu with a smile on his lips: "When it comes to supernatural powers, I am not as good as you, and when it comes to swordsmanship, you are not as good as me.

Now this young man is holding a sword in his hand, and there is also a sword light rising from his soul, look at his sword energy that supports the light, and look at the wind blowing knife and rain calling sword on his waist. "

Hearing this, Madman Chu immediately looked at the sword lights rising from Lu Jingyuan's spirit.

The blazing, sharp, and bright sword light seems to have never been affected by divine arts or white deer.

The light in the world reflected on the sword energy, and all kinds of sword intent emanating from the divine art and the white deer were vaguely fused by the light-supporting sword energy!

"Mr. Si's human sword spirit, everything in the world can be a sword. Lu Jing can understand this sword, not far from Mr. Cheng Si's sword bone."

The young man in Xuanyi thought so in his heart.

In the eyes of Madman Chu, he saw a completely different scene.

The power of immortals also flowed out of Lu Jing's waist-whispering sword and rain-calling sword.

Those immortal powers are not so majestic and turbulent, but they are slowly pouring into Lu Jing's Yuanshen. Because of this wonderful immortal power, the Yuanshen has a little more connection with the magic arts and the white deer.

The pressure on Lu Jing also eased.

He had gritted his teeth a little bit looser.

All kinds of sword energy shone on the magic technique in his hand and on the white deer. In Lu Jingyuan's eyes, it was a sword fairy standing proudly in the clouds. When the sword finger fell, thousands of sword lights came from the sky to the common people!

"The sword of the sword fairy in the sky is so sharp?"

Lu Jing's thoughts flickered amidst the intense pain.

At this moment, he was still holding the magic technique and the white deer in his hands, and he didn't have many distracting thoughts in his mind, only thinking about not letting these two swords fly away.

As long as he holds the sword here and can quiet these two swords, he can use the power of these two famous swords to stop Nan Guogong.

But the severe pain of Yuanshen made him at a loss what to do.

The scene in the sword intent emerged, and Lu Jing sighed in his heart, wanting to forget the pain of Yuanshen.

He seemed to sink into those scenes, admiring the sword skills of the heavenly fairyland, their incomparably sharp fairy swords, and their control over the swords.

All of a sudden...

The light-supporting sword energy on his primordial spirit became much dimmer.

The madman Chu in the small pavilion was still beating the ground with his green jade staff, this leader of the world's supernatural powers was actually a little nervous.

"When you meet such a junior, why don't you mention something?" He pointed.

The young man in Xuanyi said: "With Lu Jing's swordsmanship, I don't need to mention too much.

Now he is lost in the spirit of the immortal sword, just let him see the sword in the world, in fact, it is enough not to lose to the sky. "

When he said this, a divine sense leaped out, mixed with Lei Mang, it traveled hundreds of miles in an instant, and collided with Lu Jing's divine sense.

A very brief moment.

A ray of sword light dispelled the vision in front of Lu Jing's eyes.

Instead, there are two scenes from the past.

Lu Jing became awe-inspiring in an instant.

He saw someone sitting high on a cloud, an immortal in the sky cleared away the clouds, and in the deep sea below, there was another whale hundreds of feet high. The immortal came down to the mortal world, and there was a demon whale in the sea to welcome him.

The next moment, the fairy came riding a whale.

The person lying high on the clouds looked lazy, with bored eyes.

But he saw him lightly reaching out his hand, and the surrounding clouds turned into a Yitian sword, the man held the Yitian sword and chopped it down at will.

The sky, the clouds, the fog, and the sea all merged into one.

Clouds and mists become dependent on the sky, and long whales are cut across the sea.

Slashed with a sword, both the immortal and the whale were strangled to death by the sword light!

"Mr. Si's human sword energy."

Lu Jing's thoughts surged.

The scene in front of him suddenly dissipated at this moment.

Lu Jing also saw a figure carrying a sword box walking in a gloomy mountain that seemed to give birth to darkness.

Numerous demons and ghosts live in it, and there are seventy-two mansions and ten palaces, where ghosts and gods stand and stare at each other.

The person carrying the sword box, however, entered the palace facing ghosts and gods as if entering a land without people.

Swing the sword to ask the ghosts and gods, the sword light kills Yan Luo!

One Yan Luo was beheaded, but thousands of ghosts and gods only dared to look at each other!

"Sword armor."

Lu Jing lowered his head.

Neither Mister Si nor the sword armor in black are from the Heavenly Sword Immortal, but their swords... are definitely sharper than the Heavenly Sword!

As Lu Jing thought about this, the magic spell and the vision on the white deer rushed towards him again.

His thoughts returned to Qingming, and then he visualized the great sage Yantian, the king of Ming Dynasty.

The immortal spirit from the Rain Calling Sword was also captured by his clear mind.

"Fuguang sword energy is the sword energy of the human world. Immortals are like ordinary people. Immortal sword spirit is present in it. I have the permission of the sword armor. Why can't I hold two swords and use Fuguang sword energy to control divine arts and Bailu sword spirit?"

The fate of soldiers has already set off.

The world's famous soldiers fall into Lu Jing's hands, and Lu Jing can get two or three points of approval.

Coupled with the light-supporting sword energy in the human world, plus the power of immortals in the Hufeng Knife and the Rain-calling Sword, and the Great Ming King Yantian Great Sage suppressed Lu Jingyuanshen.

Lu Jing's hand holding the sword became more and more steady.

The surging sword lights became more and more peaceful.

Seeing this scene, Nan Heyu behind him couldn't help but took a few steps to the side.

Lu Jing had also turned his head, and a beam of sword light shone from the divine art.

The sword light is mixed with divine arts and sword intent, mixed with the power of immortals, and it has gone many miles away in just an instant.

That sword intent brought Lu Jing a ray of divine thought.

Spiritual thoughts circulated, and Lu Jing saw Nan Fengmian standing on a mountain top, with a little helplessness on his face.

Nanlao Guogong had his hands behind his back, with an irreversible majesty in his eyes.

"Follow me... go back."

"I brought the green ghost turtle out, and I don't want to put it back in that small pool again."

"You are the son of my Nan family, and you are born to carry responsibilities on your shoulders. You have gone to Beiqin for twelve years, and Nanfu has nothing to do with you during these twelve years.

Now that you are back, you must always think about your blood relatives. "

"Father... blood relationship is naturally important in my eyes, but is Nanfu going to become a shackle, a cage, and just trap me?"

Nan Fengmian lowered his head and asked, the wound on his right shoulder was still bleeding.

Nan Guogong was silent for a while, then flicked his sleeves, and said: "You are the hope of Nanfu, you want to kill King Qi Yuan.

If King Qi Yuan was so easy to kill, someone in the Dafu court would have already killed him, and it would be much more secure to support a puppet to the throne than it is now.

However, King Qi Yuan, in the name of an evil king, has been safe and sound as the emperor of Qi for ten years. It is not the real Xinggu real person on your waist, the domineering sword in your soul, who can kill you.

Rather than letting you die, it's better to draw the Nanguo Mansion as a cage and trap you in it, it's better than you die. "

Nan Fengmian sighed deeply, with some weakness in his eyes.

Seeing the disappointment in Nan Fengmian's eyes, Old Duke Nan couldn't help softening his eyes a lot.

"Even if I want to let you go, someone in Taixuanjing will naturally come to stop you. There are more powerful people in Xuandu than you can imagine. Fengmian, go back."

Nan Fengmian frowned...the disappointment in his eyes became more and more obvious.

But then, a gleam suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Nanlao Guogong also seemed to have noticed something, and his blood burst out suddenly, turning into a giant mountain again.

In the next instant, two sword lights flashed in the sky.

A sword light brought many supernatural powers, and the wind, thunder, rain and electricity appeared together.

The other sword light carried the purest whiteness, tearing apart nothingness and darkness, like a white deer soaring into the sky, stepping across the world.

Lu Jing's voice also came at this moment.

"Brother, if you want to go, go further."

"I'll stop anyone coming for you."

Happy New Year everyone, the author has had a bad month, and I don’t have the energy to say it anymore, I hope everyone is happy.