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

The dry land is looking forward to rain all the time. The drizzle, the blood flowing from the bodies of hundreds of black ice soldiers fell on the ground, and within a dozen breaths, it was already divided by the scorching sun and the land. All gone, no trace.

In the place shrouded in blood mist, there are many corpses lying here and there.

A few streams of vitality flowed from Lu Jing's hands, and he was carefully wiping the blade of the Rain Calling Sword. The silver blade, white handle and scabbard were spotless.

The Rain Calling Sword is a third-grade sword, even if it kills Yingye, the sword will not be stained with blood.

But for some reason, every time the Rain Calling Sword and Hufeng Knife came out of their bodies, and every time they were stained with other people's blood, Lu Jing would take care of them carefully whenever he had time.

Yuxuanlou's incarnation of Yuanshen has almost become transparent. He stands on the blood mist, looking down at the vast and barren land.

He didn't care about the land. When all those Xuanbing warriors died under Lu Jing's sword, the current prince who had never been stained with dust since childhood and had a peerless reputation didn't even care about these corpses, and he didn't care about Yuan Qishou, the second leader of Huai Gang.

His expression remained unchanged, and he seemed to be thinking about how to make Lu Jing pay the price in silence.

"I saw your return." After a long time, when Yuxuanlou's metamorphosis was about to dissipate, he finally said, "It's just that I'm not very satisfied with this return, because whether it's Yuan Qishou or your death It doesn't matter if you have the eight hundred Xuanbing soldiers in your hand, it actually takes a long time to cultivate them."

"Eight hundred Xuanbing armors and Xuanbing silver guns are also very valuable. The most important thing is to let eight hundred sharp soldiers practice a set of battle formations, let their energy and blood flow with each other, and let them cooperate seamlessly... It was too exhausting."

The Seventh Prince's voice also became ethereal.

Lu Jing's Rain Calling Sword has been put back into its sheath, and he is sitting on a raised hill at this moment, wiping the sword intently.

He didn't care what the Seventh Prince was thinking, and said: "Everything has a cause and an effect.

They died at my hands because they wanted to kill me. "

"And the root of everything may come from His Highness's fluffy words.

Lu Jing had no choice but to completely cut off the fruit of these Xuanbing soldiers. It doesn't matter if the prince doesn't like it, I am the host, as long as I like it. "

"The living are passers-by, and the dead are nobles. Your Highness, please express your condolences."

Shine!

Lu Jing inserted the Longque big ring knife into the scabbard, and let out a clear knife sound.

When Yuxuanlou heard the sound of the saber, he suddenly had doubts in his tone, and asked, "Lu Jing, why aren't you afraid?"

Lu Jing raised his eyes: "Everyone will ask me why I am not afraid? Yuxuanlou, in a lifetime, people are not driven by fear most of the time.

However, I am not perfect, and I am not a person who puts life and death behind me. You have sent people to kill me so many times, but I have never been afraid, because even if you are the seventh prince of the dynasty, even if you have double pupils Fairyland, but in my eyes... even if you are as expensive as the Seventh Prince, there is nothing terrible about you. "

Lu Jing held the Hufeng Knife with one hand, and stroked Zhao Ye's mane with the other.

Zhao Ye understood Lu Jing's words, his eyes shone brightly, and he looked sideways at Lu Jing while hissing.

It's as if it's saying... so arrogant, who is the villain?

Hearing Lu Jing's words, Yuxuanlou nodded very seriously: "I said at the beginning that you and I have not met a few times, and I watched you step by step from an annoying son-in-law to a bastard. Lu Jing, the supreme arrogance who shines on the primordial star and cultivates the sword soul... I watched you improve step by step, and I also know you very well.

But you... don't know me. "

"Do you know what gifts I like?"

The scorching sun sent another ray of light to the earth, and the avatar of Yuxuanlou Yuanshen had completely dissipated.

Only one of his spiritual thoughts was left behind.

"I will wait for you in Lutan, and I will also wait for you to make mistakes, and I will take my most satisfying gift from you with my own hands."

Yuxuanlou left, leaving behind such a sentence.

Lu Jing grinned rarely, and fiddled with Zhao Ye's ears.

"Why do these people always think that when I really make a mistake, they can kill me logically?"

"If I, Lu Jing, really made the mistake of beheading, I would be the first to cut off the seventh prince who looks at the sky with double pupils every day, but never looks down at the world.

Anyway, I only have one head, since I'm going to behead it, not to mention Yuxuanlou, it's just..."

Lu Jing rode on Zhao Ye, and suddenly his eyes moved. The flagon left by the Seventh Prince was still there in the distance, so Lu Jing waved lightly, and the flagon came from the air and fell into Lu Jing's hands.

Lu Jing was dressed in black with a white horse, and a silver saddle with a sword. He held the rein in one hand, and held a jug in the other. He took a sip from time to time and walked towards Lutan.

...

As Lu Jing went away, following Zhao Ye's footsteps, a brocade-clothed man with sword eyebrows, starry eyes, and a deep breath stood with his hands behind his back, and stood in front of the corpses all over the floor, looking around.

"This Lu Jing is really not afraid of death."

This person was Zhou Lingjun who had come down from the sky. Zhou Lingjun looked around, feeling like the Seventh Prince with emotion at Lu Jing's courage.

Zhou Lingjun was not talking to himself. When he finished speaking, ripples appeared in the void behind him, and nine stars shone in the sky. The starlight condensed and turned into a beautiful scene of Cangshan with snow and bright candles in the south of the sky.

Si Wanyu was sitting on the top of Cangshan Mountain.

"You care about Lu Jing, and you are willing to go with me, because you are afraid that I will change my mind and just run over him regardless of whether he is a disciple of Lord Qingdu?"

Princess Chong'an didn't talk much to him, her gaze fell on this battlefield like the moonlight, and a strange color flashed in her eyes.

Even she who was the first to discover Lu Jing's talent was amazed at the speed at which Lu Jingxiu improved.

"This Lu scene is indeed beyond my expectation, reflecting the two primordial stars, cultivating a sword soul is already the ultimate genius in this world.

It's just that after the last spiritual wave, in the eyes of the landlords, city lords, and even the master of Ming Yujing, the human world has become more and more declining, and they don't want to focus too much on the human world.

Coupled with the three stars in the sky monitoring the world, these monarchs and governments are more at ease in the world. "

"But I think that a genius like him should be killed, lest another real person appear in the world and cause some trouble."

Zhou Lingjun spoke with his hands behind his back.

Si Wanyu, who was in the snow-covered Cangshan Mountain, couldn't help but speak when she heard these words, with a cold light in her eyes: "Zhou Lingjun, don't forget that you were born here, grew up here, and even entered the path of cultivation here. The human world you despise.

Before you ascended to the sky and became a fairy in the sky, you were also a small person in the world. You ascended to the sky from the mortal world and became a so-called fairy. On the contrary, you are more afraid of a real person in the world than those real fairy. "

"Maybe you were scared by the prince?"

Si Wanyu was not polite, and poked Zhou Lingjun's scar directly.

When Zhou Lingjun heard the word "Wang Ye", he was neither angry nor annoyed. He laughed and said, "I don't think Lu Jing will be able to compete with Yu Yu in the future. The reason why I want to kill him... is just that I feel that young people in the world should not Such talent. "

"Besides, since you have some relationship with Lu Jing, I always want to see with my own eyes whether this Lu Jing can get the opportunity in Lutan. If he gets it, he will go. If it is because of your relationship with Lu Jing, Wangfei, you will get it." Tianmai, the consequences are not good."

Si Wanyu sneered: "At the end of the day, I'm afraid that the prince will get up on his horse, and he's afraid of the tiger cavalry army under his command... and also afraid that he will lead the tiger cavalry army and climb to the sky with a halberd in hand."

"Everyone is afraid, but he is about to die." Zhou Lingjun said with a bright smile on his face, "At that time, I will personally visit the world again and send him back."

The white deer followed Lu Jing, occasionally rubbing against Lu Jing on Zhao Ye.

A down-to-earth immortal and a princess of unparalleled status looked at Lu Jing's back from afar until Lu Jing walked away.

After a long time, Zhou Lingjun strolled on the clouds and followed Zhao Ye's hooves again.

Si Wanyu didn't hesitate, the ripples in the void disappeared, she didn't leave the middle of the river, and didn't remind Lu Jing, she just followed Zhou Lingjun far away to prevent Zhou Lingjun from attacking Lu Jing.

Lu Jing didn't notice the existence of the two of them, he still rode forward, walking leisurely along the middle of the river.

"It's not in a hurry. If I don't enter Lutan, none of them will be able to enter."

One person, one horse, one white deer, such a strange combination walked for a long time.

Until he came to a mountain that could be called continuous mountains, Lu Jing suddenly frowned.

He heard loud cries, someone chanting loudly, and the sound of kneeling and kowtowing.

Lu Jing was curious, and his primordial spirit split a divine thought, climbed up the mountain, and looked to the other side of the mountain.

As soon as Yuanshen climbed the mountain, he saw an astonishing scene.

On the plain below the mountain, there are probably more than 100,000 refugees with ragged clothes, yellow and thin faces, and dead eyes. It seems that they have lost all hope.

"Please bless the gods, let the rain fall, subdue the great sun, and give life to the people..."

The Taoist altar is not large, but built of soil blocks. At this moment, there is an old Taoist priest in purple clothes holding a mahogany sword in one hand and two runes in the other, reciting scriptures and praying for rain. .

...

And Zhou Lingjun, who was not far from Lu Jing, also heard the begging and crying of the mountains and seas.

"The people of the river in the middle of the river are asking for rain from the immortals again." Zhou Lingjun's face remained unchanged, as if he had already gotten used to such cries and prayers.

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