Clan Cultivation: Starting with Liver Experience

The late-stage Jindan cultivator walked up to the fighting platform and looked at Lu Ya without any emotion, as if he was not looking at a real Jindan person, but an unknown person.

He just stood quietly, without speaking or moving.

Lu Ya didn't care about this. Let him despise him if he despised him. Anyway, he wouldn't argue with a dead man.

Ever since he made the decision to launch a solo battle for the spiritual land two days ago, he had no intention of continuing to play with these people.

But what he didn't expect was that Zhang was one step ahead of him and also proposed a solo battle for the spiritual land.

At that time, Lu Ya knew that Zhang had already planned to kill them all.

And he has never been one to fight back or scold someone.

The moment the protective shield closed, the late-stage Jindan monk who appeared suddenly opened his eyes, quickly deployed his defenses, and then patted the storage bag, and a magic sword with shining light appeared in front of him.

With a thought in his mind, the long sword in front of him tore through the air, causing a sharp roar and heading straight towards Lu Ya like thunder.

The sword was full of murderous intent, and the audience outside the venue seemed to be facing this killing sword, experiencing a life and death test in a trance, and sweating white hair down their backs.

Facing this fierce attack, Lu Ya just swayed, and the strong wind blew by, and his figure had disappeared from the spot.

The late-stage Jindan cultivator had a sudden thought. His attack had clearly locked onto the opponent. Why was the opponent still able to dodge his inevitable blow right under his nose?

The magic sword pierced through the strong wind, then quickly turned back and flew towards its master.

Just in the middle of the journey, a big hand with distinct joints poked out from the void, and held the magic sword in the palm of his hand so lightly and slowly with five fingers.

Lu Ya's figure emerged from the void, and in his hand he was still holding the magic sword of the golden elixir monk opposite who had a changed expression.

Lu Ya felt the magic sword struggling in his hand, so a ball of blue liquid emerged from his palm and quickly wrapped the magic sword.

"puff!"

The late-stage Golden Elixir cultivator suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Lu Ya in horror. He didn't understand why, in just a short moment, the magic weapon he used to sacrifice his blood and blood was directly disconnected from him.

It was precisely because of the interruption of contact that his consciousness was damaged and he suffered serious injuries.

Lu Ya then threw away the magic sword that had lost its spirituality in his hand, lowered his eyes, and pointed out.

The crimson finger power disappeared in a flash, and Zhang's late-stage golden elixir monk finally understood why the two people in front of him died so neatly.

The moment Lu Ya pointed his finger, even with his spiritual consciousness and eyesight in the late stage of Jindan, he could only see a hint of crimson color, and in the blink of an eye, the crimson color disappeared from his consciousness.

What followed was an increasingly thick shadow of death.

He didn't know where the crimson went, but he knew that it would eventually land on him.

Layer after layer of defensive spells were released by him, and several defensive magic weapons were sacrificed by him. While looking at Lu Ya warily, he covered the three feet of his body with his consciousness.

In this range, if there is any disturbance, he can react immediately.

call out!

puff!

The crimson finger power flashed away, and the right arm of Zhang's late-stage Jindan cultivator suddenly broke off at the shoulder level, and severe pain swept through his body in an instant.

Lu Ya moved and pointed his finger again.

This time, the blood hole appeared directly in the center of the opposite eyebrow.

A monk in the late Jindan period died.

With just two shots and two points of crimson light, a great monk in the late stage of the Golden Core also died on the spot.

The creator of such a terrifying scene was just a monk in the early stage of the Golden Core.

Compared to the surprise brought by Lu Ya when he instantly killed an opponent of the same level, the death of the cultivator in the late stage of Golden Core now makes all the cultivators feel unreal.

That was a late-stage Jindan cultivator. Why did you kill an early-stage Jindan cultivator when you asked him to?

Outside the venue, some of the audience were very excited. Those were the monks who bet on Lu's ability to win the battle.

Looking at it now, Lu's chances of winning the battle are infinite. As long as this Lu's golden elixir can defeat all Zhang's remaining three golden elixirs in the later stage, without even killing them, the goal will be basically achieved.

Some are happy, some are sad.

At this time, the two late-stage Jindan monks frowned and looked at Lu Ya with fear, while the Zhang family members, including Zhang Mingze, felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Two hits in the early stage of the golden elixir can instantly kill the late stage of the golden elixir?

Why would they, the Zhang family, get into trouble with this kind of existence?

If you, Mr. Lu, have such strength, why didn't you tell us earlier? Why did you have to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger? Why did you have to wait until we, Ms. Zhang, ran into each other without mercy before letting us know.

Elder Tan also lost his initial calmness at this time, and what Lu Ya showed had already made him afraid.

Faced with Elder Tan's urging, Zhang Mingze opened his mouth and wanted to admit defeat, but in the end he did not say anything.

The rules are there, and they cannot be changed by a little Zhang.

The only thing they can do now is to continue.

"You two, listen to me," Zhang Mingze quickly regained his composure and said to the remaining two golden elixirs: "Although the other party seems to be very strong, after all, he is only an early golden elixir. In terms of mana and cultivation, It must be his shortcoming. Now we can only gather the strength of the three of us to exhaust the opponent's power, so that we can achieve the final victory.

Otherwise, even if we survive, we will not be able to escape the punishment of our predecessors in the end. "

Zhang Mingze even did not hesitate to use the senior to suppress these two people, because he was worried that these two people would not work hard and surrender directly on stage.

The two looked at each other, and then one of them said: "What Daoyou Zhang said is absolutely true, but before that, in order to ensure that there is no gap between the three of us and not give the other party the slightest chance to breathe, we should let the remaining members of the Zhang family go one by one. Go on the court and end it quickly so that I can take action against him."

When Zhang Mingze heard this, he felt secretly resentful.

Just now, he used the senior to hit the two of them, but unexpectedly, they pushed his Zhang clan members off the edge of the cliff with their backhand, which was evident of their ruthlessness.

Facing the two of them, Zhang Mingze had no choice but to nod.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, Zhang's foundation builders stepped onto the fighting platform one by one, and died in Lu Ya's hands one by one.

Until the last of Zhang's foundation builders also fell on the high platform, no one said a complete "I surrender". What was left on their faces was only deep fear and despair.

Zhang Mingze's eyes were as red as a ghost, and he gasped "ho ho" in his throat. He stared at Lu Ya with a pair of hateful eyes, and roared hysterically at the last two golden elixir monks:

"I want him to die. I want his whole family to be buried with him. Don't give him any time to breathe. Go quickly and kill him!"

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