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

Three high platforms are suspended in the air from top to bottom.

The fairy blood in it mixed with the rainwater and sprinkled on the ground.

The rain fell into the ground, and the black mist came from here, covering the Valley of the Dead.

The ghosts are dead and dark, making the Valley of the Dead in the daytime feel like a heartless and moonless night.

Next to Lu Jing's shoulder, the Killing West Building was floating, as if it had become a light source in the dark mist.

But the young Duke pulled out the Grass Cutter Knife with his right hand.

The sun-like air shines on the sky and the earth, reflecting each other with Shaxi Tower.

Qi and blood are billowing like a tide.

And the general of the wind in the west building in the sky tore through a barrier of wind and rain and stepped in here.

Behind him, thousands of immortals swarmed in the raging wind and rain.

They lost their way in the wind and rain, and the wind and rain seemed to be a huge maze that was difficult to get out of, making them lose the whereabouts of those mortal practitioners.

Until General Feng stepped forward, a tornado hovered in each of his hands, as if a storm was brewing in his mouth, tearing apart the wind and rain barriers everywhere.

However, after the wind and rain, there were still no traces of those mortal monks.

Only Lu Jing Yujian stood in the wind and rain with his sword in hand.

General Feng stepped forward, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly grinned: "Many mortals here have died because of you, so it is worth saving a celestial being who Zhaoxing kills Tianfu.

But you are lucky, you have the opportunity to realize some of the true meaning of wind and rain, but you want to use this power of heaven and earth to cover their tracks, and you want to come here alone to play a ridiculous heroism.

It's too juvenile. "

General Feng's thoughts circulated, and they fell into Lu Jing's mind in an instant.

Lu Jing's expression remained unchanged, and he never answered General Feng's words.

He tightly gripped the grass-cutting knife in his hand, and suddenly slashed horizontally.

A piece of cloud that originally covered the earth was split open by him.

The slash brought out a surge of energy and blood, like a flood bursting out of the embankment.

The dull sound of Qi and blood exploding in the sun suddenly resounded through the valley of the dead, and even spread beyond the valley of the dead.

The three high platforms in the void trembled suddenly.

Sparse streamers flew out, like a drop of fire, and fell into the wind and rain.

The split wind and rain were ignited by the fire, and they burned up in an instant.

General Feng was about to make a move, but he felt something.

I saw him and all the immortals looking down.

The mighty thick smoke was like an incoming tide, mixed with the dead spirits of ghosts that swelled and swept across, devouring the vitality in a blink of an eye, and came towards many immortals.

From the front of the billowing smoke, there is a Baiguidi mountain judge who is wearing a bone armor and watching.

Except for the faintly revealed armor, there is only a pair of eyes revealed from the black mist.

This pair of eyes clearly stared at many immortals and Lu Jing.

But his eyes reflected...thousands of ghosts!

General Feng's breath was stagnant, and he was furious with disbelief.

"Lu Jing, you actually took the initiative to open the passage of the Hundred Ghosts Mountain?"

...

Jing Lu took a deep breath.

The wind and rain sent messages to him, and he took it for granted that those human monks who came to help him but did not die lost their way in the ever-changing wind and rain.

"I'm really not afraid of death."

Lu Jing shook his head, nodded and walked forward.

"It's respectable to have a strong heart and be selfless, but if I exchange the lives of more than two thousand high-ranking guests for my own life, even if I can survive, I'm afraid I will feel guilty and make it difficult to walk."

"Besides... now I'm not alone."

Lu Jing's thoughts fell on the surging black mist.

There was a smile on his face, but in the blink of an eye, the black mist rose suddenly, and several ghosts and gods of Baiguidi Mountain jumped out of it with green faces, fangs, bare feet and hair.

They opened their mouths wide and bit at the nearest Lu Jing.

The heavy death energy of ghosts turned into chains, trying to lock Lu Jing's primordial spirit and real body!

This chain is the famous Dishan magical power.

Lu Jing looked a little helpless, but there was no panic in his eyes.

His body fell like a meteor.

Stars fall on ruins!

Then a surging sword light exploded.

The sword light was like a galaxy, flying upwards, cutting off the only cloud.

then……

A terrifying scene suddenly broke out.

The originally silent General Feng and thousands of silent immortals suddenly emitted bright brilliance.

Immortal aura enveloped the vast Valley of the Dead!

"It does have a bit of courage, and wants to use the power of the Yama Temple of the Hundred Ghosts to compete against the West Tower in the Sky.

But Lu Jing... You know that if you make such a decision, you will be able to survive. If this matter is spread, people will never have a reason for your survival! "

General Feng opened his arms wide, and then clasped his palms together, making a sudden movement.

It seems that there is a god beating the drum!

It seems that there are continuous thunderclouds exploding!

When the wind blew up, it turned into a storm and accumulated mountains, which pressed down and stood in the middle.

Those immortals in the West Tower in the sky, or those who controlled the sword, or rode the clouds and fog, or wandered in the void, all walked into the stormy mountain.

Immortal art rises again.

"Mr. Zhou, long time no see!"

General Feng stood in the middle of Fengshan, he still opened his arms, looking at the thick black mist.

And in the black mist, someone stepped out, but it was a pale young man.

The young man was holding a long axe, and the bone armor on his body was cold.

He looked at the three sacrificial altars in the sky with great interest, and then glanced at Lu Jing, whose long sword was as bright as the sun, beheading several ghosts and gods with one blow.

"There is... work!"

It seemed that Zhou Fujun hadn't spoken for a long time, but he spoke two words in a very awkward and slow manner.

The smile on General Feng's face became wider, and Baizhang's body also lowered his head.

"The magistrate of the Yan Luo Palace in Baiguidi Mountain said that you have merit, Lu Jing, you have done a lot of merit to this world..."

Lu Jing beheaded the ghosts and gods, holding the grass knife, and watched the ghosts and gods turn into black mist and leave.

His expression remained unchanged, he looked up at Mr. Zhou and at General Feng with a very serious tone.

"You talk a lot of nonsense, dare to kill the enemy!"

boom!

The black mist erupted suddenly, cold and violent.

The pitch-black long ax was mixed with evil cultivation, and it let out a long, sharp and ear-piercing cry.

"With so many immortals, it is not necessary to die all of them, but half of them will die. Yan Luo will definitely reward them heavily!"

Lord Zhou's voice came.

whistling~

In the black mist behind him, thousands of ghosts and gods galloped out like wild horses running wild with terrifying ripples.

The wind general took a deep breath.

He looked down at Lu Jing.

However, Lu Jing walked leisurely in the courtyard and had already stepped into a barrier of wind and rain again.

There... there was a thunderclap, the aura of swords was dense, the sky changed drastically, and fierce martial arts murderous intentions filled the sky.

Mr. Jiu dragged Zhan Qingshan backwards, walking in the void.

On the other side of him, General Yu was frowning, looking sideways at the void in the distance worriedly.

Around General Yu, six hundred immortals actually gathered, staring at Mr. Jiu alone.

And when Lu Jing stepped over the barrier of wind and rain, walked into it, and looked down.

However, in this wind and rain environment, hundreds of immortal corpses were scattered.

And Mr. Jiu still held the knife with one arm, showing no sign of exhaustion.

"Heavenly West Tower General Feng Yu has lived for an unknown number of years. Although the young Zhao Qingping has set foot in the Tianfu Realm, compared with General Feng Yu, there is still a lot of difference.

I can kill Zhao Qingping whose blood is stained with the spirit of immortality, but I can't kill General Feng.

But Mr. Jiu can fight against General Yu alone, plus one thousand immortals! "

Lu Jing thought silently in his heart.

And that General Yu was different from General Feng, he didn't say much, but just glanced at Lu Jing in silence.

On the contrary, it was Mr. Jiu who finally sighed when he saw the black mist rising from the blade.

"The Mountain of Hundred Ghosts is weaker than the fairyland in the sky.

But they are like locusts crossing the border. Once the ghosts and gods smell the breath of life, they never want to return to the Hundred Ghosts Mountain. "

Mr. Jiu heaved a long sigh, but he didn't criticize Lu Jing.

People... all have one life to live!

Lu Jing's life was in danger, and the world owed him a lot. At the same time, he was also the sword in the library.

Since the choice in the Valley of the Dead was made by Lu Jing.

As Mr. Lou Jiu and the dean of Hanmo Academy, he naturally had to take on a responsibility for Lu Jing.

"I originally wanted to kill General Yu by myself, but since you came here with a sword, Mr. Guanqi is stopping Shuiyun-jun again... I will not be stubborn this time."

"Lu Jing, you reflect Taiweiyuan, you are the head of supernatural powers, can you stop the six hundred immortals here?"

Mr. Nine asked a question.

General Yu looked delicate.

Lu Jing lowered his eyes, and Sha Xilou was floating in the palm of his left hand.

"It may not be enough to kill all six hundred immortals."

"But to stop them...enough!"

...

"This situation seems to be beyond your imagination."

Jiang Baishi was lying on the recliner, holding two walnuts in his hands, struggling to get up.

Jiang Xianshi, the lord of Taihua City, waved his hand at the short-clothed man beside him, and then stood up to support Jiang Baishi.

Both of them have the surname Jiang, but they don't know how they are related.

"I originally thought that even if the passage to the Hundred Ghosts Mountain in the Valley of the Dead was to be opened, it would have to wait until the more than two thousand high-ranking guests had died, and the celestial arts and mortal mystical powers would continue to collide before the seal could be lifted.

But he never thought that Jing Guogong would reflect the emperor star Taiweiyuan, and these three sacrificial powers would forcefully open the passage by relying on the blood of the immortal. "

Jiang Xianshi sighed, still thinking about something in his heart.

Jiang Baishi was already out of breath just by getting up.

After a long while, he slowly said, "This is your fault."

If others heard Jiang Baishi's mere six words, they would be scared out of their wits.

Because the frail old man in front of him is the chief assistant of the Taishu Pavilion, even if he has no strength to restrain a chicken, one word is enough to determine the life and death of Yuque and Thunder Tribulation practitioners.

But the Lord of Taihua City was indifferent.

"The sage canonized Lu Jing as the Duke of Jing, and he lived in Taihua City.

Taihua City has finally ushered in some hope. As the city lord of Taihua City, how can I just sit back and watch Jing Guogong be killed by those immortals? "

Jiang Baishi was quite annoyed and coughed repeatedly.

"You can only see that Taihua Mountain in your eyes?

Do you know how difficult it is to seal off the passage of the Hundred Ghosts in the Valley of the Dead?

Did you know that once the passage is opened, there will be a steady stream of ghosts and gods causing harm to the world?

Do you know that if you don't pay attention, millions of souls will die because of it?

Do you know that regardless of whether Lu Jing lives or dies, you and Lu Jing will both become sinners in the world? "

Jiang Xianshi patted Jiang Baishi on the back, and said indifferently: "Is the life of the common people worth talking about now?"

Jiang Baishi's breath stagnated, and the anger in his eyes dissipated a bit.

Jiang Xianshi pressed on every step of the way, and said with a sneer: "What you and Emperor Chongtian are thinking is that you don't want the Hundred Ghosts Mountain to enjoy its success, and you don't want the Yan Luo Palace to grow stronger and stronger.

The lives of those common people are not even worthy of being on the chessboard.

Why should Jing Guogong and I bother too much? "

"Just for one Taihua Mountain?" Jiang Baishi asked angrily.

Jiang Xianshi replied calmly: "I am the Lord of Taihua City, so naturally I have to think about Taihua City."

... The quiet courtyard on Qingyun Street became more and more quiet.

Bai Niu seemed to be pretending to be asleep, but now he raised his head and looked at the distant sky.

There were tears in the eyes of this divine beast.

Jiang Baishi and Jiang Xianshi suddenly felt something, and looked at each other.

"There is a real arrogance in the world, and it is about to fall."

Jiang Xianshi's eyes were full of regret.

The man in the short coat saluted in the direction of the Valley of the Dead.

In the Taixuan Palace, apart from Emperor Chongtian, there were also divine thoughts and gazes falling on the Valley of the Dead.

Even the mysterious Grand Volunteer was among them.

"The world's romantic guests, now go chasing their dreams."

"It's a foregone conclusion."

The Grand Volunteer sat cross-legged in the cold and narrow cellar, closing his eyes.

...

In the Western Regions, the Marquis of Zhongshan led an army of 180,000 troops, crossed the Crescent Moon Spring, and made a long-distance attack on the Wan Kingdom.

Marquis Zhongshan frowned.

"Unfortunately, I never fought against you."

Loulan, Princess Dafu lit a sandalwood.

...

Northern Qin.

Mr. Big resigned.

Candle King clutches a huge bronze sword.

The eldest grandson rarely lowered his head.

Gongsun Suyi at the side was a little puzzled, and wanted to ask, but saw the elder Gongsun shaking his head.

"Don't talk, he's afraid he's going to die."

ps: Grandpa went to the emergency room last night. He was fine. After coughing for four or five days, he suddenly began to vomit blood. We sent him to the hospital for investigation in the early morning. The double pneumonia had progressed to the white lungs, and had already affected the heart and kidneys.

Coughing intermittently for four or five days can whiten my lungs. I am really drunk.

Currently being treated, if not, ICU is the only option.

This year is really...