Passive Cultivation of Techniques: Training to Become Buddha in a Demonic Sect

Chapter 58 I am naturally helpful

boom.

The person who came fell twenty feet away, revealing his figure and face.

It was a pock-marked man with moles on the corners of his eyebrows, looking about forty years old.

"Disciple, Chen Yishen, meet the Sect Master!"

The pock-marked man bowed his hands in salute.

In the crowd, someone immediately exclaimed:

"Chen Yishen, is it a senior brother with an extremely powerful divine sense who can control the Three Hundred Flying Swords?"

"It's him!"

"He cultivates the real magic of the ghost, and the magic power of the ghosts is added to the body, and the mana is powerful and extraordinary!"

...

Hearing these voices, Lu Li raised his brows.

There was also a look of interest on his face.

Can you control three hundred flying swords by establishing a foundation?

It's really awesome!

"Boy, are you ready? Don't blame me for bullying the small, you are really too arrogant and too arrogant!"

The linen man's eyes widened.

"bring it on."

Lu Li was calm, and hooked his fingers.

"Humph."

Seeing his disdainful appearance, the man in sackcloth flashed anger in his eyes, and his body erupted with black ghostly energy, which swelled to cover up his figure.

The next moment, a black sword light blazed out from the ghost energy, electric light and flint!

It had already killed an inch between Lu Li's eyebrows!

The sword light is cold and sharp, enough to penetrate the hundred-zhang King Kong city wall!

It is a top-grade spirit weapon!

Seeing that Lu Li was about to die under the black sword light, at the critical moment, two slender golden and white fingers, with a wisp of human firework, curled up and gently pinched.

In this way, the black sword light was caught.

The sword light also revealed its original form.

It was a three-inch long, jet-black sword as thin as a cicada's wings.

"Um?"

Among the ghosts, there was a suspicious voice from the pock-marked man.

hum.

The small black sword trembled violently, making a sound like a giant dragon, and began to struggle, trying to break free and fly away.

However, Lu Li's two fingers were as steady as a mountain, tightly clamped.

The jet black sword couldn't move.

"hateful!"

The pock-marked man gritted his teeth.

shhhhhhhh!

Immediately afterwards, one after another sword light, black, white, red, yellow, purple, green and blue... Hundreds of sword lights shot out from the ghosts, forming a colorful rain of swords, bursting out, slashing from the air. Kill it!

Every sword light is sharp and pierced through the mountains and seas of gold, stone, and sea!

They are all mid-grade spirits!

"Your sword is slow and inaccurate. It's powerless, and you want to kill people? Go home and kill pigs!" At this moment, a cold light flashed in Lu Li's eyes.

The other big palm was raised suddenly, fisted, and blasted!

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Accompanied by the sound of sonic booms in the air.

Hundreds of fist shadows, golden light, instantly appeared in front of Lu Li.

Like a golden fist mask, the whole body is shielded.

"Idiot! How dare you use my flesh and blood to pick up my flying sword, courting death..." Amidst the ghostly anger, the pock-faced man sneered disdainfully.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Din

Only a series of crisp voices could be heard.

In the air, sparks flew.

The colorful sword rain and the golden fist shadow collided together, and a continuous crisp sound broke out.

resounded throughout the audience!

Everyone fixed their eyes and was shocked to find that all the flying swords were directly hit by the golden fist shadows and vibrated violently in the air, and the spiritual light flickered and dimmed.

It really stopped!

Moreover, the powerful and terrifying power also made the spiritual tools dim! Spiritually lost!

Under the shocked gaze of everyone, Lu Li rolled up his hands and gathered all the flying swords in his hands.

Then, slammed together!

Click, click, click.

All the flying swords were smashed into a piece of broken copper and iron by him, and they were thrown to the ground, and the aura completely dimmed and disappeared.

puff.

In the ghost, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Obviously, the flying sword was damaged, and the pock-marked man was also severely injured.

boom.

At this moment, the earth seemed to tremble.

Lu Li had a cold face, and his whole body shone with golden light, like a cannonball, rushing into the ghost mist.

The next moment, a pock-faced man was directly knocked out, hunched over like a boiled prawn, and rushed into the sky with a surging ghostly energy.

Then, Lu Li's figure soared into the sky and appeared above the pock-marked man. His right leg was raised above his head, like a big axe splitting the mountain, and he slammed down with one foot.

click.

The pock-marked man's spine was broken, and the whole person was kicked into a 'V', and he fell fiercely towards the ground.

Blood spurted out of his mouth.

Before he could fall, Lu Li fell to the ground like a meteor, his waist turned like a dragon, 360 degrees, bringing a strong tornado, a heavy kick, and swept across the falling pock-marked man.

boom.

A loud bang.

The pock-marked man was completely kicked out hundreds of meters and fell into the crowd.

Then, Lu Li threw out a handful of paper money.

Amidst the flying paper money, he turned around and walked to the white jade steps, and sneered at Li Jing: "Senior Brother Li, you can build a new grave next to your brother's grave, so that your brother will also have a companion on Huangquan Road. However, you don't have to thank me, who told me that I was born to like to help others."

"..."

Li Jing didn't speak, the veins on his forehead throbbed, his fists clenched tightly, and his expression was so gloomy that water dripped.

The whole place was silent.

Even the Yinming Ghost Emperor in front of the sect's main hall, as well as a group of divine essence infants, all looked solemn, staring at Lu Li without making a sound.

At this moment, everyone knows that Lu Li's body is so tyrannical and perverted that he has infinite divine power!

That kick just now, with a strength of 250,000 catties, opened up mountains and cracked rocks!

"What, is there no one?"

At this moment, Lu Li turned his eyes and swept the audience coldly: "Is the foundation-building true inheritance of the ghost sect just so watery? It's all trash? Can't even win the first floor of the foundation-building I just broke through? "

Arrogant!

Extremely arrogant!

In the crowd, many True Inheritances with a successful foundation were ready to move, wanting to come up.

But, it's not worth it!

Winning is a matter of course, and losing is discredited.

Li Jing couldn't help but want to make a move, but he held his own identity, and if he really wanted to make a move, he would be inferior.

So, he gritted his teeth and made another gesture.

"Boy, I'll teach you a lesson!"

The next moment, a thick voice sounded.

A burly man in a white cloak jumped up and crashed onto the white jade steps. His eyes were piercing, and his bronze skin shone with a metallic luster in the sunlight.

The whole body is masculine and fierce, giving people a very strong sense of oppression.

The realm is the completion of the foundation.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Ji Si!"

"It's stable now!"

"Senior Brother Ji, teach this kid, it's better to beat him to death!"

...

Someone shouted angrily.

"Boy, you are just tyrannical with your physical strength. It just so happens that my physical strength is not bad, so I will beat you!"

The burly big man had a good mind and squeezed his fist.

"Finally there is a serious opponent! Come on!"

There was also a fight in Lu Li's eyes.

He is also longing for a fist-fighting fight!

"it is good!"

At this moment, the burly man suddenly burst into thunder.

A golden light spurted out of his mouth.

Huh.

The golden light flew over, turned into a golden mountain the size of a house in mid-air, and pressed down hard on Lu Li.

"Um?"

Lu Li only felt a gloom on the top of his head, without saying a word, with one hand, he held the falling Jinshan abruptly.

But the next moment, Jinshan suddenly fell.

The terrifying power of Chongruo Sanshan and Five Mountains slammed down hard, bending his knees sharply.

Lu Li took a horse step, raised his hands high, and supported Jinshan.

This golden mountain weighs at least 300,000 catties!

At this moment, a black magic pattern appeared at the bottom of the golden mountain, flashing red light, creating a strong suction force out of thin air, and began to absorb the blood energy in Lu Li's body.

"The soldiers are not tired of cheating, Junior Brother, you are still too young! Go back and practice hard for a few years!"

Accompanied by the voice of a burly man.

A bronze-colored fist, as big as a clay pot, slammed, as if it was about to pierce the sun and the moon, and slammed into Lu Li's chest.

when!

A soft sound, like the sound of an ancient temple bell, came from Lu Li's chest and spread out beyond the white clouds.

puff.

Shirt burst open.

Was shaken to powder by the giant force.

Lu Li's golden chest was revealed.

"how can that be?"

The burly man maintained the posture of punching, his eyes were as big as bells, and his face was full of shock and astonishment.

Lu Li was stomping on his horse, holding the mountain, and his body remained motionless. He showed him a friendly smile: "Senior brother, I'm here to test you, the eunuch speaks, type an idiom?"

Before he finished speaking, he hit his knees and slammed it hard.

Vajra Mantra! Quadruple increase!

600,000 jins of power crit!

Snapped! Snapped!

Egg beaten.

The burly man's face was as pale as paper in an instant, his eyes protruded from his sockets, and he fell straight to the left and fell to the ground.

The mouth opened and closed unconsciously.

Like a goldfish thrown ashore.

The man present saw this scene, his legs tightened instantly, and his face changed greatly.

Then, they saw that Lu Li raised his arms, his figure flashed, and he backed away.

boom.

The golden mountain the size of the house fell and smashed, making a loud bang.

Lu Li took out a handful of paper money and threw it at random. He looked down on the audience and asked coldly, "Who else will die?"

The sound fell.

No answer.

The fear of the seven emotions, surging like the sea, covers the sky and covers the earth, surging forward.