Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit

Lu Ping looked at the three monks who surrounded him with horns. At present, one of them was the leader, with a cultivation base of nine levels of hemolysis, and the other two were of eight levels of hemolysis.

"Boy, I heard that you are an alchemist? What should we do next, don't need to say more about it!" The chief leader said with a triumphant victory.

Lu Ping did not appear to be panicked as expected, but smiled and said: "Ambush an alchemist, several of them are really courageous."

The expressions of the three of them all changed when they heard this. As people who are in the world of cultivation, there are several people who are best not to provoke. Alchemist is one of them, because this kind of people can usually pull easily behind them. He set up a huge network of relationships, because no monk dared to assert that he would no longer need an alchemist in his future practice career.

As Lu Ping's alchemist, as long as he climbed high and shouted, there would be hundreds of monks in the three cities willing to kill the three of them for Lu Ping.

The leader snorted coldly, and said, "It's just a seven-layer hemolytic cultivation base. If you fall here today, who else can know about this?"

The other two had heard the leader's words, and they were all sober, the killing intent on their faces was more obvious, and the greed in their eyes became more intense.

Lu Ping gave a chuckle and whistled in his mouth.

The leader monk suddenly felt that something was wrong, and quickly said coldly: "Let's do it together and kill him!"

As soon as the voice fell, the other two had not yet raised the magic weapon. Three huge snake tails suddenly protruded from the feet of the cultivator on the left, sweeping, slashing, and slanting toward him in three directions.

The monk exclaimed, and only had time to sacrifice the bodyguard qi and magical instruments. A gold brick knocked a blue snake's tail away, and was smashed into the sea by two other snake's tails, causing huge splashes. The waves, the sea tumbling, calmed down after a while, only a mass of red blood appeared.

As soon as the three spirits shot, a clear cry came, and a huge wind pressure swooped down with a giant bird overwhelmingly.

The monk on the right did not react slowly. He had already put a high-level golden bell on top of his head. Lu Qin's claws hit the bell. The golden bell shook slightly and firmly protected the monk under the bell, just the monk's face. Yibai, obviously this blow made him quite overwhelmed.

Lu Ping was slightly surprised. It seemed like Chen Lian said that the defensive artifacts that can be made into bells and towers can be regarded as fine artifacts of the same order. The power of the double claw attack of the blue luan bird is Lu Pingshen. Knowing, with her current eighth level of hemolysis cultivation base, it is not impossible to wait for the upper-level magic weapon to be penetrated by her.

Lu Ping's lips moved slightly. I didn't know what to say. Lu Qin yelled twice, as if he was quite dissatisfied, but still did not violate Lu Ping's order. The two wings fluttered, a series of wind blades, wind knives, and winds. The cone, qi burst technique, qi wave technique, etc., all hit the monk head and face, all attacking directions were placed on the golden light curtain hanging down by the golden bell, and no longer attacked the golden bell's body.

Lu Ping smiled slightly and looked at the leader in front of him.

At this time, the eldest brother had completely lost the expression of just being energetic and holding the winning ticket. He watched the cyan flying sword floating in the sky several feet in front of him, pointed at him far away, and he did not dare to move.

Qinghan pointed at the sword tip, and the monk felt that his whole body was covered in it. The sword tip trembled slightly, as if he would attack the monk from any direction and in any way at any time.

Sword intent!

At this moment, the three blue sea spirit snakes have floated up from the bottom of the sea. After returning to the size of one foot, the three blue, blue, and white spirit snakes emerged from the sea. They looked at the chief monk who was pointed at by Lu Ping motionless, and then looked at it. To the other monk who was firmly suppressed by the Qingluan bird on the other side, and then as if he had discovered something happy, the three spirit snakes hovered on the sea and sprinkled joyous children, but the small snake body was letting him go. The nearby sea tens of feet turbulent, and water splashes several feet high.

Lu Qin naturally knew that this was the provocation of the three spirit snakes. The three spirits attacked with Lu Qin at the same time as Lu Qin's cultivation level of hemolysis, but Lu Qin killed his opponent with one step, and naturally confronted Lu Qin whose cultivation level was higher than them. Still did not solve the opponent and laughed.

There were a few rapid calls from the sky, as if explaining that the reason why he did not solve his opponent was due to his master's command. Then there was a roar of anger, and Lu Qin finally expressed his suppressed anger. They all broke out, no longer paying attention to Lu Ping’s instructions. With a beak, a cyan flame burst out. With the help of Lu Qin’s wings, they turned into cyan fireballs and flew towards the monk’s golden bell. At the moment the golden light curtain burst open, the cyan flames immediately submerged the entire golden bell, burning the golden light curtain to "chuck", and the golden luster on the surface of the golden bell became increasingly dim.

"Be careful!"

The monk who took the lead didn't care about the danger of Lu Ping Qinghan's sword, and quickly roared.

However, the monk who was wrapped in flames had already taken care of one another, and no one could hear the warning from the older brother.

Just when he urged the mana in his body to enter the golden bell with all his strength, the cyan flame was suddenly suppressed and bent down. The monk looked up and saw that the huge blue luan bird had swooped down again.

The monk, who was almost running out of oil, was no longer able to withstand Lu Qin's impact. With a whine, Jin Zhong was knocked off by the Qingluan bird, Lu Qin's left wing swept away, and the monk's head flew up.

Lu Ping didn't move when the leader opened his mouth to remind his little brother. He still pointed Qing Han's sword at him remotely.

At this time, the chieftain was already covered with sweat on his face, and he was obviously on the verge of collapse.

The chief brother could no longer stand this suffocating sword intent, so he stopped resisting and asked in a bitter voice, "Who are you?"

Lu Ping smiled slightly, Qing Han's sword hung over the head of the big brother, and the big brother's face twitched. Obviously there was no way for Lu Ping to be cautious. At this time, Lu Ping walked forward and said: "This should be my question. Right?"

As Lu Ping walked forward, Qing Han's sword trembled, as if the control of Qing Han's sword was slightly weakened because of Lu Ping's dual use.

The eldest brother above his head suddenly launched a trouble, and a bow appeared in his hand, and he was quickly filled with him. He shot an arrow at Lu Ping, then hung a mirror above his head, turned and flew away, regardless of the Qing Han sword in the sky.

Lu Ping seemed to have been prepared for this, but the chief brother’s bow and arrow magic weapon was beyond Lu Ping’s expectation. A clear water flew out of the crystal glass bowl, forming a water shield in front of Lu Ping, but it was condensed by this force. Cheng's arrow pierced through and was finally stopped by "cloudy sky".

At this time, the monk had already ran to tens of meters away. Lu Ping was not in a hurry, Qing Han sword let out a sword whistle, forming a pike of hundreds of sword lights in the sky, and instantly caught up with the monk, facing his back. Cut back.

The monk seemed to have confidence in his magic weapon, and still flew quickly.

Just when the Qing Han sword was about to cut onto the mirror surface, the golden mirror suddenly emitted a golden light, sweeping above the Qing Han sword, the more than 300 sword lights were suddenly reduced by half, and only 81 psychic sword lights remained. And the rest of the ordinary sword light hit the golden mirror.

There was a toothache, and the golden mirror shook, and finally blocked Lu Ping’s sword light. The running monk staggered when Qing Han’s sword hit the defensive weapon, but instead ran even more. almost.

Lu Ping was a little surprised by the power of Jin Jing, but he still sneered, "Where do you want to escape this time?"

The auspicious clouds flashed under his feet, and he chased behind the monk in a moment, Qing Han struck his sword and cut it off again.

This time the golden mirror flashed again with a golden light, but only dozens of sword lights were cut off. The Qinghan sword light slashed on the mirror surface. The golden mirror shook for a while and was knocked out. The monk turned pale and spit out. A bite of blood.

Jian Guang continued to slash down, and he was about to slay the monk, but saw the brilliance of the bodyguard from the monk's body flashed past, the original golden yellow gas suddenly covered with a layer of pink, Qing Han sword cut on it, Lu Ping Suddenly, I felt that Qing Han Jian was firmly resisted by a layer of soft but tough thing.

Lu Ping’s expression changed. This person’s body-protecting qi was actually a fusion of heaven and earth wonders, and the fusion of heaven and earth wonders was very familiar to Lu Ping. It was the flower that the No. 58 cultivator used to exchange with Chu Ting at the trade fair. Shame.

Judging from the Hundred Flowers Gang Qi he formed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Obviously he has a lot more Hundred Flowers Fusion than the small group he exchanged for that day, so the identity of this person should be that day Underground Fair. Go to the fifty-eighth monk sitting next to him.

With the power of Lu Ping's attack, the monk spewed out a bit of blood again, and then turned into a golden flash, and when it reappeared, it had reached a place close to a hundred feet away.

Lu Ping’s two shots were down, and he was also angry in his heart. Only in terms of strength, this person may be slightly worse than the "Eighteen Generals of the North Sea" and the like. However, this person has a lot of wonderful skills and tricks, which makes Lu Ping. After entering the peak of hemolysis, the excitement couldn't help but suffocate.

Since Lu Ping had already decided to kill him, how could he easily let go, and the Treading Secret Art was unfolded, and he joined Xiangyundou and chased him end to end again in the blink of an eye.

The monk turned back and threw two objects. Lu Ping could see clearly that one of the objects was a green jade slip.

In this case, the only thing that can be used to escape is Talisman.

Regardless of it, Lu Ping took out a talisman from the storage ring to inspire. After the talisman exchanged at the trade fair was activated, three golden circles appeared out of thin air, putting Lu Ping in the middle.

After the green talisman exploded, it turned into seventy-two green and faint arrows, shooting at Lu Ping densely.

Lu Ping's speed did not change at all, and he rushed out of the arrow rain abruptly. The three auras on his body had already been shattered, but Lu Ping was also safe and sound.

At this moment, the monk's second object also flew in front of Lu Ping, and it exploded with a "bang", and a cloud of black mist enveloped Lu Ping.

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Finally, I uploaded it on time. To tell the truth, Sleepy Qiu was very nervous yesterday and the day before yesterday because of the late upload. Today, I finally stabilized. Hey, I beg your favorite collection!