Chapter 928

"Are you going to break your oath? Aren't you afraid of thunder and thunder?" Liu Lang was shocked, his body couldn't help shaking.

"The sky strikes five thunders?" Bu Zhenhuan laughed loudly, "Only a mortal like you would believe that kind of nonsense. Cultivation is to act against the sky. If the sky destroys me, I will destroy the sky. What's the big deal? .”

"If the sky destroys me, I will destroy the sky...have courage." Liu Lang nodded and sighed.

"You have some cleverness. If you survive, you may be able to achieve something. Unfortunately, you know too much, so you are destined not to stay in this world!" Bu Zhenhuan sneered, and made a sudden move at Liu Lang. Give Liu Lang a chance to use the sky net.

After making the shot, Bu Zhenhuan frowned slightly, because he felt that the power of his shot was a little smaller than he imagined, and he didn't know if it was because of his injury.

However, no matter how young he was, with his immortal cultivation, killing a mortal was easy. Before, the reason why he fell into Liu Lang's hands was entirely due to carelessness.

And Liu Lang borrowed the power of magic weapon.

If it was this kind of head-on fight, he could definitely crush a mortal into scum.

"The strength and speed are good." Seeing that Bu Zhenhuan's fist was in front of him, Liu Lang didn't panic at all. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Bu Zhenhuan's fist very easily.

"How is it possible!" Bu Zhenhuan was shocked, let alone a mortal, even a great immortal, it is impossible to easily block his full blow, unless Liu Lang is a golden immortal!

"Nothing is impossible in this world!" Liu Lang chuckled, his arms trembled, and Bu Zhenhuan was thrown dozens of meters away, hitting a boulder heavily.

The boulder instantly broke into countless fragments.

Bu Zhenhuan struggled to stand up, his brain short-circuited for a moment, everything that happened in front of him was completely beyond his cognition, he could clearly feel that Liu Lang was definitely not a golden fairy with hidden cultivation.

Regarding the technology of deceiving the sky and crossing the sea, Bu Zhenhuan doesn't believe that anyone in the Three Realms can surpass him.

"Are you convinced? If you don't agree, you can continue!" It was the first time he had beaten a strong man in the fairyland, and he was a great immortal. Liu Lang felt more at ease, and said with a hook finger towards Bu Zhenhuan.

"Continue, continue!" Bu Zhenhuan was able to survive for half a million years through continuous seizures, and his determination was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. At this time, he would naturally not admit defeat, stomped his feet, and rushed towards Liu Lang again.

"Boom..."

Just arrived in front of Liu Lang,

Before he could make a move, Liu Lang raised his foot and kicked Bu Zhenhuan away.

Then, like a ghost, Liu Lang disappeared directly in place. The next moment, Bu Zhenhuan appeared at the place where Bu Zhenhuan landed. He raised his leg and kicked again.

In the next few minutes, Bu Zhenhuan didn't even have a chance to land, and completely turned into a rubber ball.

After kicking for a while, Liu Lang felt that it was almost the same, and he would be killed if he kicked again. Then he stopped, and Bu Zhenhuan fell to the ground on his back, with blood on his body and face.

If one word were used to describe Bu Zhenhuan's current state, it would be life without love.

Before, when Bu Zhenhuan was about to die, he would come up with the idea of ​​seizing the house and put it into practice, but now, he had the urge to "just die like this".

"I think I can have a good talk now." Liu Lang sat back, and a square bluestone automatically flew under Liu Lang's buttocks to serve as a stool.

Within the Wutian Sacred Monument, Liu Lang is the real ruler.

The reason why he was able to hang and beat Bu Zhenhuan was because Liu Lang pulled Bu Zhenhuan into the Wutian Sacred Monument, just now to tease Bu Zhenhuan.

If Liu Lang wanted to, he could kill Bu Zhenhuan with just one thought, without any effort at all.

The purpose of doing this is nothing more than to destroy Bu Zhenhuan's psychological defense, because Liu Lang still has many questions in his mind, waiting for Bu Zhenhuan to answer them.

Bu Zhenhuan supported the ground, sat up, and took a deep look at Liu Lang. Bu Zhenhuan gritted his teeth, raised his palm, and slapped himself on the head suddenly.

As soon as Liu Lang frowned, Bu Zhenhuan waved his palm halfway, and immediately froze the frame. No matter how hard Bu Zhenhuan tried, he couldn't move an inch.

"Here, if you want to commit suicide, you have to get my consent!" Liu Lang snorted coldly.

"How did you do it?" Bu Zhenhuan was shocked again. Liu Lang didn't make any movements, it seemed that he controlled his actions with his thoughts, which was beyond his cognition.

"Do you know the holy artifact?" Liu Lang asked lightly.

"You are the master of the holy vessel? Is this the inner space of the holy vessel?" Bu Zhenhuan was stunned for a moment before asking in disbelief.

"I know a lot!" This time it was Liu Lang's turn to be surprised, and he became even more curious about Bu Zhenhuan's past.

"Among the Three Realms, there really is a sacred artifact, and it recognizes a mortal as the master!" Bu Zhenhuan said to Liu Lang with complicated eyes, what he had been pursuing all his life was actually under his feet.

"The recognition of the master of the holy artifact does not depend on cultivation, but on destiny!" Liu Lang said with his shoulders in his arms.

"Destiny?" Bu Zhenhuan murmured to himself with his head lowered. After a long time, he raised his head and asked, "What do you want to know?"

"Your past, and that burning man..." Liu Lang replied very simply.

"I can tell you, but there is one condition." Bu Zhenhuan said.

"What conditions?" Liu Lang asked.

"Take me around, I want to see what the interior of the holy vessel looks like." Bu Zhenhuan said.

"Yes." Liu Lang did not refuse. Bu Zhenhuan had already entered the Wutian Sacred Monument, and there was no longer any trouble. Liu Lang was not afraid of Bu Zhenhuan's tricks.

Pulling Bu Zhenhuan up, Liu Lang brought Bu Zhenhuan into the world of blood with a thought. The place where they were just now was the Xingyue Secret Realm.

In fact, if it really counts, the blood world is the most primitive internal space of the Wutian Sacred Monument.

In a great battle that year, the Wutian Sacred Monument was shattered, and the continent that was originally a whole was also broken into the Three Realms and many other small worlds.

The Xingyue Secret Realm is one of the small worlds. During the restoration process of the Wutian Sacred Monument, the Xingyue Secret Realm was merged into the Wutian Sacred Monument. The meaning of its existence is to find a new owner for the Wutian Sacred Monument.

Therefore, the world rules of Xingyue Secret Realm are the same as those of the former Three Realms Continent, while the bloodline world has a completely different set of power rules.

Liu Lang could refine his body and energy in the Xingyue Secret Realm, but he couldn't do these things in the blood world.

The next moment, Liu Lang and Bu Zhenhuan appeared on the mountain that divided the blood world into two. Looking at the countless races that had never been seen on the plain below the mountain, Bu Zhenhuan stood there for nearly half an hour.

Liu Lang didn't bother, just waited aside.

In the end, Bu Zhenhuan sighed and said, "It turns out that I was wrong all along. The sacred weapon is not to refine a world, but to create a world."