Chapter 217 Thunderous Killing

"...Are you Uncle Lu?"

Lu Changan followed the voice and looked at the Feng Kingdom foundation-building monk who spoke.

It was a man in a long gown who was nearly thirty years old, with a handsome and fair face, an upright figure, and a majestic appearance.

If this person were a few years younger, his appearance and temperament would be somewhat similar to Lu Changan.

"Nephew of Jiu'an?"

Lu Changan looked surprised. He did not expect that "Mu Jiuan" who had talked with Li Erqing a few days ago would encounter him in this situation.

The last time I met Mu Jiuan was a month ago.

At that time, Mu Jiuan became a disciple of the elder Jinyang Sect, and together with his Taoist companion Yu Yufu, he came to Wuqi Mountain to visit Lu Changan and offered him a valuable tribute.

However, Mu Jiuan reluctantly visited Lu Changan because of his father's urging.

There is no real uncle-nephew relationship between the two parties.

Because he was brought to the Feng Kingdom at a young age and married in the Jinyang Sect to cultivate immortality, Mu Jiuan naturally felt alienated from the Liang Kingdom and even his relatives and friends from his father's generation.

Coupled with the long distance and the hostility between the two countries, all contact was cut off.

"Junior Brother Jiu'an, do you know this person?"

In the team, a red-robed man in the late stage of foundation building said with a slight frown.

Mu Jiuan looked embarrassed, forced a smile, and said through the voice:

"Senior Brother Guang, this is one of my elders in Liang Kingdom. Uncle Lu is just a casual cultivator, not a member of the sect. Can you let him go?"

"As your elder, with such age and youthful appearance, who rides on a mysterious water turtle and has more magical power than an ordinary sect disciple... Are you sure he is just an insignificant casual cultivator?"

Senior Brother Guang sneered, his tone was unkind and questioning.

"Junior brother Jiu'an! Previously we chose to attack the Maple Leaf Huang family as a warning to others. Moreover, we have already given you enough face by not attacking your father's family."

"Now, not only have you failed to instigate rebellion against the Feiyue Lake Mu family, but you also want to save another elder who is not related to you by blood?"

Mu Jiuan opened his mouth and was speechless.

In the early years, he was accepted as a disciple by the elder of Jinyang Sect and married the elder's granddaughter. He was like a fish in water within the sect and received a lot of preferential resources.

However, twenty years ago, Mu Jiuan, the elder in the late stage of True Pill, unfortunately died in the Immortal Cultivation War.

Although he still has some connections from the same sect as his disciples, his situation and treatment within the sect is not as good as before.

Otherwise, he would not have carried out dangerous missions in enemy territory.

Although I also want to try my best to achieve military success and compete for the resources of forming pills.

"Jiu'an, since he is an old acquaintance of yours, I have to make the decision and leave him a way to survive."

An old voice came.

In the dense forest half a mile away from Lu Changan's back, an old man in green robe appeared out of thin air among the treetops.

"The fake elixir master who is good at concealment?"

A chill ran down Lu Changan's spine, as he had just discovered this person's location.

Being able to go deep behind enemy lines and lead a team to perform missions, its leader naturally has unique skills.

"Thank you Uncle Lu!"

Mu Jiuan's face was filled with joy, and all the foundation-building monks bowed and saluted.

"However, it is already an exception to leave him alive. If this person is allowed to leave without any cost, I will not be able to convince the public!"

Uncle Lu changed the topic, stared at Lu Changan who was riding the big turtle with his narrow eyes, and said coldly:

"Hand over the storage bag, leave the Xuan Shui Turtle... and get out!"

When Mu Jiuan heard this, his expression changed slightly and he stopped begging for mercy.

The spiritual pet mount and the belongings in the storage bag are all external possessions.

He thought that he had done his utmost to save Lu Changan's life.

"Xiangan Jiu'an, see you later."

Lu Changan said goodbye to Mu Jiuan with a smile on his face.

The Fengguo monks present thought he had given in.

However, Lu Changan did not hand over the storage bag, took out a quasi-third-level blue talisman, and shot it into the Xuan Shui Turtle's abdomen.

Wow! boom!

A huge dark blue wave, surrounded by a turtle and a person, rushed towards the left side of the front.

Fengguo's fake Dan Zhenren was on the side and behind, so Lu Changan chose to break out from the front.

Mu Jiuan was on the right side of the front, and Lu Changan didn't want to embarrass him, so he chose to use the left side of the front as a breakthrough.

The quasi-third-level water spell was so powerful that it made the three foundation-building monks on that side change their colors.

With the help of water waves from the same source, the Black Water Turtle's flight speed increased greatly, faintly surpassing that of the monks in the late stage of foundation building.

"Block!"

"Senior Brother Guang", who had a bad relationship with Mu Jiu'an, showed a fierce voice and presented a rudimentary iron ring-shaped magic weapon, which turned into a six- to seven-foot giant wheel with dazzling light and moved to intercept Lu Changan.

Along with Senior Brother Guang, there were three monks in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

Puff!

The huge dark blue wave was blocked by Senior Brother Guang's prototype magic weapon and three top-quality foundation-building magic weapons.

"As expected of the elite foundation builder of Yuanying Sect, he is calm and calm in the face of fake elixir-level spells."

Lu Changan calmed down and patted the storage bag gently.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three puppets, floating on blue waves.

The one at the front is the second-level top turtle puppet.

After that, there are two archer puppets, respectively the second-order high-grade and the second-order top-grade.

There was a loud "bang" sound.

The turtle puppet rushed over and knocked away Senior Brother Guang's iron ring-shaped prototype of the magic weapon several feet away.

Senior Brother Guang was shocked. He stabilized the prototype of the magic weapon with dim light and found that the turtle puppet was not injured at all.

"So hard! The defense of this turtle puppet is comparable to that of a quasi-third-level monster!"

Senior Brother Guang, who was in the late stage of foundation building, could only barely parry under the arrogant impact of the turtle puppet, and kept retreating.

At the same time, the long-range attacks of the two bow and arrow puppets and the water ripple spell cast by Xuan Shui Turtle suppressed the other three monks in the middle stage of foundation building.

This scene made Mu Jiuan and the other three people on the other side lose their minds.

Lu Changan single-handedly suppressed four sect foundation-building elites, including Senior Brother Guang who controlled the prototype of the magic weapon.

Mu Jiuan knew that Senior Brother Guang was half as strong as him.

Mu Jiuan didn't take action because of his elder relationship. The two foundation builders beside him had a relatively good relationship with him, and Lu Changan's breakthrough direction was not in this direction, so he hesitated.

And the next scene made them extremely happy with their decision.

"Whoever stands in the way will die!"

Lu Changan shouted loudly and waved his sleeves.

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Accompanied by magic weapon-level spiritual fluctuations, a gilded half-moon black sword light rode the wind and waves and passed by several foundation-building monks from the Feng Kingdom.

"not good!"

Master Lu's expression suddenly changed as he approached slowly from behind.

The power of this sword is obviously superior to the prototype of ordinary magic weapons, and can compete with the fake elixir real person.

"Ah! Ah!"

Wherever the sword light passed, the protective shield was shattered, blood spattered, and the body split apart.

The two mid-stage foundation builders who were suppressed by the puppets were caught off guard and drank in anger on the spot.

"hiss!"

The third monk in the foundation building stage used his life-saving talisman at the critical moment to block the remaining power of the black gold sword light. He was also injured and lost an arm.

However, he didn't hold on for a moment longer. A long-range arrow from the second-level top-level bow and arrow puppet pierced his head. His body stiffened and he fell to the ground unwillingly.

The three of them were killed by Lu Changan in the middle stage of foundation building, but it only took two breaths.

In the direction of breaking out, only Senior Brother Guang who was in the late stage of foundation building was left.

"Junior Brother Jiu'an, save me——"

Senior Brother Guang's scalp was numb and he shouted for help.

Three foundation builders died, and he was alone and attacked by three powerful puppets and a mysterious water turtle. The rudimentary magic weapon he controlled was ineffective.

He offered up a quasi-third-level amulet. Under the siege, his aura dimmed rapidly, almost extinguishing in his breath.

laugh!

At this time, Lu Changan controlled the prototype of the magic weapon, and the light of the black gold scimitar struck in front of his face.

"stop!"

Uncle Lu, the fake Dan real person, sped up from behind and was frightened and angry.

"snort!"

Lu Changan snorted coldly, like the sound of thunder.

When Senior Brother Guang took out the second amulet, his movements froze for a moment.

The next moment, his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

"Senior Brother Guang!"

Mu Jiuan took a breath and shuddered.

He watched helplessly as Senior Brother Guang, who was at odds with him, was split into two pieces with a knife from head to body, top to bottom.

Lu Changan killed four foundation builders one after another.

Zhizhi!

An orange-purple rat demon flashed quickly on the ground and in mid-air, picking up these people's storage bags one by one.

Almost as soon as Lu Changan finished his killing, the Earth Rock Rat delivered the loot to the turtle's back.

"Um."

Lu Changan smiled and nodded, put away the trophies, and glanced at Mu Jiuan on the right.

"Uncle Lu..."

Mu Jiuan's pupils shrank, his throat squirmed, a smile appeared on his face, and his body instinctively retreated.

Looking at this youthful, peaceful and indifferent Uncle Lu, he was shocked and felt an unspeakable sense of fear and strangeness.

His father, Li Erqing, was grateful and respectful to Uncle Lu. He once disapproved of him and went to visit him reluctantly.

Without the visit that year, the two would not have known each other at all.

So in today's encounter, Lu Changan took action without any scruples, and Mu Jiuan might end up like the four brothers Guang.

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"Who are you, your Excellency? You dare to kill our monks from the Jinyang Sect!"

Accompanied by the spiritual pressure of False Dan Zhenren, the ghostly figure of the old man in green robe rushed to the scene.

"Lu is just a casual cultivator."

Lu Changan let the turtle puppet stand behind him, and the two bow and arrow puppets were on both sides.

The strength he showed just now, combined with the powerful puppet lineup, is enough to compete with the fake Dan real person.

Uncle Lu suppressed the murderous intention in his heart, and out of some scruples, sacrificed the magic weapon, but he did not dare to do it easily.

Naturally, he didn't believe that Lu Changan was just an ordinary casual cultivator, and he probably had a lot of background.

If he knew that Lu Changan had such strength, Uncle Lu would never dare to make such a decision.

Their team of monks lurked behind the battlefields in Liang Kingdom. They mainly instigated rebellion and secretly caused rebellion, and did not have the capital to confront the Liang Kingdom's sect head-on.

In essence, it is a guerrilla approach, avoiding the reality and focusing on the virtual.

"Uncle Lu."

Mu Jiuan and the three foundation-building monks breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over to join them.

Lu Changan didn't stop him either.

"Thinking of my nephew Jiu'an's kindness, I will stay here today to wait for a way out."

Lu Changan glanced at Master Lu and Mu Jiuan lightly.

Uh-huh!

With a wave of his sleeves, Lu Changan put away the puppet and sat on the black water turtle.

Along the original route, the dark blue turtle carried the calm man in white, riding the waves and breaking through the air.

Watching the man and the turtle go away, Master Lu's expression was gloomy and uncertain.

Even though Lu Changan collected the puppets, he still did not dare to take action.

Observing Lu Changan's calm and unhurried posture, he felt that the opponent still had some unfathomable strength.

"Uncle Lu, what should we do now?"

"Collect the bodies and evacuate the scene!"

Uncle Lu gritted his teeth and made a decision.

With Lu Changan's strength and means, he only needs to entangle them and wait for the support of the Liang Kingdom sect. This team of elite monks from Feng Kingdom who have gone deep into the country alone will not be able to escape the catastrophe.

Lu Changan's words before leaving were not exaggerated.

After collecting the bodies of their fellow disciples, this elite monk from Feng Kingdom quickly evacuated.

"Uncle Lu..."

On the way, Mu Jiuan noticed the deep gaze of the green-robed real person looking at him, and lowered his head in shame.

Uncle Lu looked at him meaningfully:

"Don't blame yourself. If you were not the junior of this person, we might all be buried in Liang Kingdom..."