Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit - 1080. Chapter 1080

Lu Ping’s words made the middle-aged monk greatly annoyed, and asked in a cold voice, “Friend Lu, what does this mean?”

Lu Ping stared into the eyes of the middle-aged monk, and said, “Senior Lin, can’t you see it? The reason why you are still alive is probably because the big figures behind the North League want to stay in the North. The league has some status to help them find out the secrets of the Northern League in the future. Even if the younger generation heals your injury, the senior believes that they can escape the palms of those big men?”

Lu Ping’s words are like a sharp knife that slashes the flesh. Every additional sentence can cut off a piece of meat from the middle-aged monk. When Lu Ping finishes his speech, the middle-aged monk’s cultivation base in the middle of the dignified manner is actually full of heads. Khan, the look of despair flashed in his eyes.

After Lu Ping finished speaking, he fell silent and watched the middle-aged cultivator recover from despair. His eyes slowly began to be filled with determination. It seemed that he had made some determination, and Lu Ping’s eyes were calm from beginning to end. Like an unfathomable lake.

“Let’s say, you didn’t refuse to treat my injury before, what exactly do you want?”

The middle-aged monk who had been slowed down finally regained his proper sense, and looked at the young, unspeakable monk in front of him with a complicated expression.

A smile finally fell from the corners of Lu Ping’s mouth. Lu Ping’s voice was light and light, and said, “Yes, any promises made by the seniors are already innumerable in the eyes of the younger generations in the face of life and death in the North League, so What the younger generation wants can only fall on the senior.”

The expression of the middle-aged monk had completely calmed down. Looking at Lu Ping quietly, it seemed that any request of Lu Ping would no longer be strange.

“What the younger generation wants is the share of the spirit stone that the North League has allocated from the giant spirit stone ore vein of the Phantom Island this time!”

“Ha ha ha ha!”

The middle-aged monk laughed with a hint of sarcasm, and said: “You have a big appetite. Do you know which Beimeng ranks among the nine major sects, and what a huge share of the giant spirit stone veins? The number? How could such a large sum of spirit stone be carried on my body!”

Lu Ping also “haha” smiled and said: “Eggs will never be put in a basket, right? At least some of them should be on the seniors. The juniors only need that part. As the seniors said, this is a lot of money. Even if there is only a part of the large number of spirit stones in Senior, it is still very impressive, isn’t it?”

The middle-aged cultivator looked at Lu Ping with a gloomy expression, and Lu Ping was always calm as usual.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly exploded outside the Phantom City, and a loud roar suddenly resounded throughout the city: “All monks from the law and form quickly meet the enemy and respond to the messengers outside the city!”

The whole city is in an uproar!

Lu Ping looked happy, but the middle-aged monk was surprised!

Lu Ping stood up, paused, and turned around and said, “Three days later, it is still here. The younger generation will offer the healing medicine. Seniors must not forget the spirit stones. If you want to come, Seniors also know that the arrival of the envoys outside the city means. What, the time left for seniors is running out!”

Lu Ping walked out of the teahouse first, and gave a questioning look at the manager behind the counter who was doing the calculation. After seeing the shopkeeper shook his head, he walked straight out of the teahouse without stopping, and then a flash of light under his feet flew towards the outside of the city.

It is the privilege of the monk to perform the flying escape technique in the Phantom City, even when it is besieged by Mo Luo.

In the elegant room of the tea house, the middle-aged monk did not pay attention to the recruitment of the major monks of the Hall of Illusion, but sat there silently not knowing what he was thinking about. After a while, it seemed that he finally made up his mind, got up and patted his waist. Stored the magical instruments, and then walked towards the room.

At this time, the Phantom City was completely boiling. The monks of all factions who had been besieged for nearly a year rushed towards the wall of the Phantom City, and the monks from the other four islands continued to flee above their heads. , Rushed towards the Mo Luo army outside the Phantom City.

When Lu Ping came to the wall of the Phantom City, the sea outside the Phantom City had already become a pot of porridge, and the entire sky was shrouded in colorful lights.

“Brother Lu, here!”

Lu Ping turned to look around, and saw Chu Haixun wave his hand vigorously in the distance, and Chu Haixiao also stopped in a change to wait for Lu Ping to pass.

Lu Ping turned and looked in the direction of Juling Island. He didn’t see the old ancestor Tiankang, and he didn’t know whether his old man had already rushed over.

Lu Ping’s feet flickered, and people had already arrived in front of the two of them, but they saw that there were still a few lights that stopped not far away. The first person was the great monk Chu Fuyu ancestor of the Bihai Spirit Snake clan.

The ancestor Chu Fuyu nodded to Lu Ping, and said, “Well, this time, among the monks who ventured into the magical city this time, there must be my great monks from the Bihai Spirit Snake clan. They are all cheering up. This is a game. Hard fight, the old man should set the way first. Xiyu, Wuyu, Jinyu, and Yinyu, you four middle-term cultivators will guard both sides of the old man, and the rest of you early cultivators will protect you and go!”

In addition, Lu Ping had a total of ten Faxiang monks, forming a huge triangular attack formation that was several tens of feet apart from each other in mid-air, and rushed towards the Demon Luo army.

Only seeing the ancestor of Chu Fuyu stretched out his hand, the water vapor within three miles condensed, and then turned into raindrops in the sky, pouring toward the Mo Luo army, which was more than a hundred meters away in front of him.

This is the first time Lu Ping has seen so intuitively that a great monk in the late stage of Faxiang makes a shot. The raindrops in the sky instantly screamed and screamed at the people, and fell into the sea like dumplings. In the process of falling, more than half of the Mo Luo fell and melted on the spot, turning into the essence of essence and dissipating in the air, and the direction of everyone’s advancement was suddenly emptied by two to three hundred feet.

Lu Ping thought that if he used the Xingyun Buyu Jue with all his strength, although it might be possible to cover a radius of more than one hundred zhang within the range of his supernatural powers, both the speed and the power of the cast would be inferior to the ancestors of Chu Fuyu. Can it be tricky?

However, without waiting for the crowd to advance for tens of feet, the alarmed Mo Luo quickly surrounded him from all directions, but the ten people did not care at all, just pushing towards the hinterland of the Mo Luo army.

Seeing Mo Luo rushing forward, the four mid-phase cultivators on both sides took action, beheading dozens of large and small Mo Luo one after another, and finally shocked the Mo Luo army that came up from both sides.

At this time, the ancestor Chu Fuyu, who opened the way first, also encountered the impact of a Jade Shura, but was hit by a Second Tribulation Lingbao in his hand and retreated into the Moluo army.

The ancestor Chu Fuyu kept moving forward, and everyone behind him followed all the way.

But at this moment, Chu Haixiao shouted loudly and said, “Come on!”

At this time, Lu Ping’s spiritual mind had also discovered that a group of Mo Luo surrounded the crowd from behind like a flood.

The Bixiao sword in Chu Haixiao’s hand slashed out with a single sword, and a magnificent sword aura smashed to death the three big demon chasing at the forefront, and the sword aura rushed all the way until after the fifth demon was killed. .

Chu Haixun also took action at this time. The Lingbao flying spear in his hand came out. After piercing through the three-headed Mura one after another, he only heard a sharp ding, and Feiqiang was blocked. Chu Haixun yelled. : “There is blood Shura hidden inside!”

As soon as the words fell, the two Blood Asuras suddenly rose from the Moluo group, rushing towards Chu Haixun and another Blue Sea Spirit Snake monk named Chu Hailang, and the two quickly fought with the two Blood Asuras.

As the Mo Luo army approached, Lu Ping sacrificed the thin water flowing sword in his hand and turned into two nine-zhang swordfish, roaring and rushing into the Mo Luo army to fight together.

Seeing that Moluo’s army was bitten by two swordsmen and injured more than 20 heads, and Moluo finally relied on the number to beat the two swordsmen to the wound and scattered, but he saw the sword tactics pinched in Lu Ping’s hands. Suddenly let go, and shouted: “Stop!”

The two sword hawks suddenly collapsed and merged on their own, turning into a torrent, and then a dozen or so Mo Luo swept into the torrent and disappeared.

When many Mo Luo broke up this torrent again, it turned into a lake again, rolling up a pile of silver waves. Whenever a wave of waves rolled over Mo Luo, Mo Luo’s body was like Being delayed in general.

Lu Ping made three kills in one attack, and the Mo Luo that rushed up injure 40 or 50 heads. Not only did he startle the other early cultivators of the Blue Sea Spirit Snake clan, the Chu tsunami was also taken aback by Lu Ping’s methods. At this time, there were not many Mo Luo falling under the Bixiao Sword, only twenty or thirty heads.

Lu Ping’s powerful methods obviously angered the high-level Mo Luo hidden in the Mo Luo army. A roar came from the Mo Luo army. Lu Ping’s expression changed and said, “Be careful, it’s a blood demon!”

Another early monk of the Bihai Spirit Snake clan called Chu Haiping. Before Lu Ping reminded him, at the moment when the howling sounded, he was centered on him, and a dense and transparent thread burst into the surroundings, as if formed. Created a huge net.

The blood demon’s soul-eater’s supernatural power impacted on this net, causing the giant net to constantly undulate like a wave, but it was still unable to act on the Lu Ping people behind the giant net.

Chu Haiping took the blow from the blood demon and smiled triumphantly. Seeing that the Mo Luo army was about to rush up again, he hurriedly collected the transparent silk screen, but he heard Lu Ping’s loud shout: “Be careful!”

When Chu Haiping looked up, he just saw a blood demon appeared above the Mo Luo army at some point, holding a smooth jade-like object in his hand, and knocking it in the direction where Chu Haiping was, with a sound like a chime. A sound like a sound suddenly rang in his mind, and Chu Haiping’s whole body was suddenly dumbfounded in the air.