Lord of the Divine Show

Lu Wenyuan looked at the ghost head and suddenly felt a little suffocated.

Although he is a monk who transforms into gods, the aura given to him by the ghost head is even more unfathomable, like the sky from above!

"As monks, my fate is up to me!"

Under the crisis of life and death, Lu Wenyuan unleashed his full potential. He reached into the void and grabbed a broken blade with a gleaming light on the surface.

This is an incomplete immortal weapon, its power has already exceeded the human level.

He kept chanting the magic formula in his mouth, and saw the runes on the sharp blade lighting up, blooming with amazing spiritual energy.

The void fluctuated faintly, and on the broken blade, a red and white light flashed, spreading outwards, turning into a giant knife more than ten feet long. On the head of the knife, there was a tiger's head roaring ferociously.

"Immortal weapon Xuanhu, seven kills!"

Lu Wenyuan held the Black Tiger Sword and swung it violently!

Hoho!

Amidst the roar of the tiger, the huge red and white sword light seemed to turn into a giant tiger and pounced on the green ghost face.

next moment!

The ghost opened its dark mouth, revealing a mouth full of fangs. On each fang, it seemed that the soul of at least one god-transforming monk was imprisoned, wailing in pain...

A scarlet tongue popped out, directly piercing the blade of light. Lu Wenyuan felt severe pain in his hands, and the immortal weapon Xuanhu had disappeared!

"It's definitely a ghost in the realm above the gods. Why did I encounter it as soon as I ascended?"

Lu Wenyuan raised his hand and released countless talismans with flashing auras, which together formed a torrent of spells.

At the same time, he directly raised the void flag and prepared to teleport to escape.

He was stupid enough to fight to the death with a powerful enemy. He should at least wait until he reached the same or even higher level before competing.

Hoho!

But at this moment, the green ghost leader roared, and a black light appeared in his forehead.

Wherever the black light swept, all fluctuations in the void were destroyed, and a huge hole appeared above the void flag.

This Void Secret Treasure was severely damaged in one fell swoop!

Lu Wenyuan's transmission was also interrupted, and the Nascent Soul in his body seemed to feel a terrifying gaze and began to tremble.

In the scarlet gaze of the ghost head, there seemed to be countless black insects climbing, squirming, and flowing out indescribable things...

Just when Lawrence Lu was desperate, his hand was raised involuntarily, and a triangular pattern appeared on it.

In the void, countless tadpole-like secret symbols appeared, layer upon layer, wrapping him inside.

Click!

The next moment, the ghost head appeared where Lu Wenyuan was, and bit down ferociously. Countless fangs made sharp friction sounds, but Lu Wenyuan was gone...

…

Spirit world.

In an area I don’t know how far away.

Countless tadpole texts emerged, and Lu Wenyuan’s figure was spit out from them.

"I……"

"Did you save me?"

He looked at the triangular pattern on the back of his hand and laughed miserably: "It turns out it was all your fault!"

"Without the protection of this deity, how can you, a small human qi cultivator, be promoted to become a god and ascend to the spiritual world?"

Zhong Shenxiu replied proudly.

Lu Wenyuan couldn't help but remain silent.

He has always regarded the Secret History Golden Chapter as his own opportunity, and never thought that it might have an owner, or that it might have self-generated spiritual intelligence!

This is obviously not normal!

"What do you want, your Majesty?"

Lu Wenyuan showed a ruthless look on his face. He was now a monk who transformed into gods. He had a lot of experience in the human world and knew how to choose.

At the critical moment, even if you give up this great opportunity, it is better than being treated as a puppet.

"No, I just want to borrow your body to see the spiritual world..."

Zhong Shenxiu chuckled.

‘I believe you as a ghost! ’

Lu Wenyuan secretly cursed, but on the surface he pretended to be doubtful: "That's it?"

"Indeed it is."

Zhong Shenxiu smiled and said: "At least I saved you just once, so you don't have to be so afraid of me, right?"

When this was mentioned, Lu Wenyuan's expression softened a little, and he hesitated: "Is this really the spirit world? What was the ghost head just now?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?"

Zhong Shenxiu secretly rolled his eyes and said with a faint smile: "This place should be the spiritual world without a doubt. As for your doubts, the monks below may be able to tell you."

At this time, Lu Wenyuan discovered that there was actually a battlefield below the high altitude he was in!

Thousands of monks practicing qi and building foundations are forming an army, led by a few alchemy monks, to fight against the dark tide of ghosts!

Behind the army of monks, there was a large dilapidated city, with hundreds of thousands of mortals inside, all trembling in fear, as if waiting for the judgment to come.

"It turns out that there are mortals in this spiritual world, and there are quite a few of them. The realm of monks is not that high..."

After all, Lu Wenyuan was a monk who transformed into gods. He shook his head as soon as his spiritual thoughts were swept away, because among those ghosts, there were several ghost kings in the Nascent Soul stage!

Sure enough, less than a moment after the battle, a blue-black arm poked out from the dark clouds, smashed an alchemy monk's magic weapon, and then grabbed a white-haired golden elixir ancestor.

puff!

On the palm of the hand, a slender flesh worm sprouted out, with ferocious fangs sprouting from the surface. It pierced directly into the monk's Dantian, grabbed a gray golden elixir, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Ouch!"

The army of countless ghosts tore apart the monks' formation and began to devour the bodies of the foundation-building and Qi-training monks.

As for the golden elixir ancestors, they were targeted by the Nascent Soul Ghost King and were preparing to cut open the golden elixirs alive, as if they were looking at the dishes.

"Ancestor of the Xu family!"

Luo Yutu controlled a flaming red ball and watched the death of a pill-forming monk. He was angry and fearful at the same time: "Will the city be destroyed again by the demons and ghosts this time?"

There are records in Yinluo City that every hundred years there are disasters caused by demons and ghosts.

It would be fine if the monks could resist. If the city is breached, not only will most of the monks be slaughtered, but even more than half of the mortals will be killed...

When thinking of that bloody future, Luo Yutu couldn't help but feel filled with despair.

At this moment, she suddenly raised her head and felt a terrifying spiritual pressure.

"How dare you be a ghost and eat people?"

Lu Wenyuan looked at it for a moment and realized that there was indeed no ghost saint incarnation. He couldn't help but relax a little, appeared floatingly, and grabbed it with his fingers.

Boom!

A shiny black ring on his hand flew directly into the air, rippled with endless thunder and lightning, and swept into the ghost formation.

The power of thunder was so strong that it was even more effective in restraining ghosts. Immediately, countless ghost cultivators screamed and turned into ashes.

On the other hand, several Nascent Soul Ghost Kings roared: "Human race transformed into a god? The Ghost Saint of Huangquan will not let you go!"

"What kind of underworld ghost saint? Let me know if you can find him!"

Now that Lu Wenyuan took action, he showed no mercy and took out another small red flag.

Infinite flames emerged, and there seemed to be a phoenix crying in the middle, falling on several Nascent Soul ghosts, instantly burning them to ashes.