Chapter 242: One Against Two, the Strong Men of the Human Race Come to Help, Ziwei Xianzong, Taiwei Daozong

"Just you?"

Holding a feather fan and dressed in red, Mr. Zhao sneered.

He didn't seem to take them to heart.

Li Exi raised her eyebrows and said: "Everyone, please be careful, Young Master Xiao is the seventh son of the Great Emperor Sprite. His cultivation level is not low, and his magical powers may be better than those of ours!"

Yao Guang and Yu Linglong nodded in unison.

Mr. Zhao gently fanned the jade fan in his hand and said in a cold tone: "Lu Mingyuan, the most stupid thing you have ever done is to overestimate your capabilities and come to Tianshui City. Pay the price now."

"I see that some of the aura of Prince Dayan has something to do with Buddhism, so I'd better let this Buddha save him." The Great Buddha of Heart Confusion touched his big belly and took a step forward.

Mr. Zhao's eyes were filled with cold light and he said: "He is my prey, no one can snatch him away."

"The Buddha has not taken action for a long time, Zhao, you should give Lu Mingyuan to me!" The Xindu Buddha did not give in.

It can be seen that Xindu Buddha and Mr. Zhao are extremely confident in their own strength. Even if there are many monks as guards, they still have the confidence to capture him alive alone.

"Don't be arrogant to His Highness!"

Among the monks, a sword cultivator in emerald robes was the first to draw his sword, and a huge wave of swords immediately splashed, and the sound of the void breaking through the air was heard repeatedly.

"A mere Nascent Soul dares to take action, but don't you know that a mantis' arm is blocking the car?"

Mr. Zhao sneered.

His slender white fingers pointed toward the void.

The ghost energy rippled and gathered into a huge fang ghost head.

The seemingly fierce and extraordinary sword energy in the sky was quickly sucked into the mouth by the fang ghost head, and was eaten completely.

At the same time, the Great Buddha of Heart Confusion also acted swiftly, without giving the human monks much chance to react. He smiled evilly and said "Amitabha", and then the strange black lines on his body glowed with a dark light.

He slapped his fingers on the ground and suddenly chanted:

"The magic of praying to gods in the underworld, there is no light in hell."

There were rumbling sounds from the ground, like the whispers of ancient gods, and a five-meter-high paint-red door slowly rose, like a monster's bloody mouth.

Many evil shadows emerge from the gate of hell and rush towards the Great Flame Army. Anyone infected by the shadows will be in a trance and gradually be sucked away from their power.

First comes the magical energy, then the vitality of the physical body, blood and essence.

"This Buddha of Heart Confusion is a monk from the Heart Demon Clan."

When Lu Mingyuan saw this, he saw at a glance the details of the Buddha's confusion.

Demons are the most powerful race among the ten tribes in the underworld.

Subdivided into demons, trolls, and inner demons.

The demons are born as demons, possessing all kinds of abilities and learning talents given by the saints, gods, and gods. No matter what kind of magical power they are, they can be used immediately in their hands.

As for the troll clan, they live underground all year round, refining various leyline crystals to grow. They are often huge in size, have indestructible bodies, and have rough skin and thick flesh. They are a type of existence that is extremely difficult to deal with.

The inner demon clan is often mutated from the human race. It is the method of the human race to practice the demon race. However, they have lost themselves and been eroded by the demonic obstacles in their hearts. Most of them are people who have become possessed by the devil.

These three kinds of demons are also called the three demons of heaven, earth, and humans.

In Lu Mingyuan's impression, he had practiced the art of praying to gods in his second life, and he could see that the method of confusing the Buddha was extremely skillful. He was obviously not an ordinary demon cultivator, but a messenger gifted by the evil god.

Only believers in gods with deep faith can gain further power from gods and become messengers of gods.

Under the influence of the Gate of Hell, many monks were unable to respond to the enemy normally.

Yao Guang took out seven flying swords from the purple-gold sword gourd on his waist, and used his sword skills to kill the demonic figures one by one.

But soon, many other demonic figures poured out from the gate of hell, seemingly endless.

Seeing this scene, Yao Guang raised his eyebrows sharply, held a flying sword in his hand, and slashed a huge sword energy towards the gate of hell.

Unexpectedly, the sword energy bounced back immediately when it touched the gate of hell.

Fortunately, a beautiful lady wearing a white hat and veil arrived holding an eight-leaf umbrella. The ripples caused by the umbrella formed an invisible wall of air, blocking the sword energy, and all attacks were eliminated in the air.

"Thank you very much, Master Linglong."

Yao Guang exhaled, looked to his side, and thanked him.

Yu Linglong solemnly reminded: "This gate of hell seems to be able to absorb everything, including soul mana and magical powers produced by mana."

While talking.

"That's it for now."

"Ghost Flag, get up!"

Young Master Zhao used ghost magic with a cold expression, placing sixteen small black flags in all directions.

A huge formation rose up in a radius of a hundred miles.

One after another, fierce-toothed ghosts crawled out from the ground, gathered into a hundred-meter-long one-eyed ghost giant, and stepped towards everyone.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Li Exi pulled out a yellow Taoist talisman and formed a radiant shield that could accommodate a hundred people, protecting them all.

The Taoist talisman was stuck on the ground by the flying sword, and smoke appeared, and one third of it was burned at once.

In an instant, the Cyclops roared and punched the shield.

"Crack!"

In an instant, the shield was shattered.

All the monks were blown away.

Mr. Zhao had a playful look on his face, and the giant followed behind him, standing ten meters in front of Lu Mingyuan step by step.

"I can capture you by myself."

Mr. Zhao said with a proud expression.

Lu Mingyuan said calmly: "Do you really think you can defeat me? I don't want to waste my time. If you want to deal with me, you can come together."

"court death!"

I saw Master Xiao suddenly flap the jade fan in his hand, and eighteen extremely solid curse ghost patterns flew out, transforming into eighteen ferocious beasts of different shapes, all emitting a terrible evil and ominous aura.

"Roar."

The eighteen ferocious beasts, like real creatures, roared earth-shakingly, and the monstrous curse power emerged from their bodies and flooded towards Lu Mingyuan.

"Your Highness, be careful!"

Li Exi, lying on the ground with blood on the corners of her mouth, warned loudly.

I saw Lu Mingyuan's eyes calm and unperturbed, and he punched lightly.

Behind him, a blazing sun aura that condensed the perfect boxing appeared, like the sun rising slowly on the horizontal plane.

The Great Wilderness Shaking Mountain Fist.

Originally, Lu Mingyuan had only practiced the basic fist technique of Shaking Mountain Fist to perfection, but the Jade Purity Patriarch taught him a mysterious Great Wilderness Fist. A thousand years ago, the leader of the Dao Sect at the end of the martial arts, when he was walking in the Great Wilderness, saw the suffering of all living beings, and comprehended the extremely strong and yang fist technique.

Contains supreme magical powers.

"Boom."

Affected by the fist, the sky and water shook violently, causing a storm.

"Bang."

Whether it was the eighteen ferocious beasts or the curse power they released, they all collapsed in an instant.

The eyes of Master Xiao changed slightly, and he had a premonition that Lu Mingyuan's cultivation level was probably not low.

"Shua."

Master Xiao moved his body, left the sky and water, and came to a high mountain on the river bank.

When Lu Mingyuan first showed his skills, he was brilliant.

He attracted the attention of many human cultivators on the side.

They knew that as the crown prince of a country, the cultivation level of the Great Yan Prince should not be too low.

But I didn't expect it to be so high.

Compared to passive counterattack, Lu Mingyuan still prefers to take the initiative.

To deal with such a powerful person like Master Xu, Lu Mingyuan naturally would not hold back, and immediately used another magical power - Xiaoyaoyou.

The whole person seemed to break through the space, and the spiritual energy rippled lightly, and instantly arrived at Master Xu's side.

When he raised his hand, dozens of huge purple thunder blades appeared, attacking Master Xu from all directions.

With the improvement of the attainment of swordsmanship, the power that can be exerted by any use of the sword will also rise accordingly.

"Eat!"

The Heart-confused Buddha manipulated the gate of hell, trying to swallow all of Lu Mingyuan's blades.

But unexpectedly, the next second.

Lu Mingyuan used Xiaoyaoyou again and appeared on the top of the Heart-confused Buddha's head.

Stepping lightly on his head.

But it exuded a huge force, and the bald head of the Heart-confused Buddha sank deeply into the mud, causing the ground to crack inch by inch.

Lu Mingyuan didn't use any magical powers, just the strength of his body, and slapped the gate of hell down with one palm.

"Catch a dust from me."

The Heart-Confused Buddha on the ground was kicked, but was not hurt much. Instead, he stretched out two fingers with an ugly look, picked up a stone in the air, and flicked it out with his fingers.

Throwing it into the gate of hell, the gate seemed to chew it a bit.

A dark shadow appeared in the sky.

Incredibly, under the influence of the strange evil power, the stone turned into a huge rock sphere as big as a mountain, like a small star, carrying the power of ten thousand hectares, and collided with the sword energy condensed by Lu Mingyuan.

"Boom."

The rock sphere and the sword energy exploded at the same time, releasing a terrifying impact force.

The land within a radius of a thousand miles was instantly shattered under the influence of the air wave, and the mountains were razed to the ground.

"Come again!"

The body of the Heart-Confused Buddha suddenly swelled up, grabbed a handful of stones, and threw them into the gate of hell.

In an instant, it covered the sky and the sun.

One after another, huge meteorites were summoned, and sparks flew on the surface of the meteorites.

Lu Mingyuan looked fearless, and his body stood in the air, standing in the void.

Feng Xu rode the wind, isolated from the world.

This scene shocked Yao Guang, Yu Linglong and others below.

"The eleventh realm of martial arts, the realm of transformation!"

Then, Lu Mingyuan broke through the air, with golden light shining on his chest, and the supreme bone was extraordinary. He punched the meteorite.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the meteorite, spreading rapidly, and the huge meteorite eventually turned into thousands of small stones.

One punch is not enough, then two punches.

Several stones as big as mountains were solved by Lu Mingyuan in an instant.

Now, relying on the strength of the flesh alone, he can already break a mountain with one punch.

The eyes of the Duke of Bloody Burial became extremely solemn, and he said: "The cultivation of the Great Yan Prince is actually at the eleventh level. There is no information showing that he has such a high level. It is really the biggest negligence."

There is no doubt that the move that Lu Mingyuan just showed has caused a great impact on the Duke of Bloody Burial.

"It's not an ordinary eleventh level. He hasn't used his full strength yet." Master Xu whispered while standing on the mountain.

Even as strong as the Duke of Bloody Burial, he felt a sense of crisis at this moment.

But he is obviously a Duke of the twelfth level, so he shouldn't be timid.

"Even the sons of the kings of the underworld can't reach such a high level. How did he do it?"

The Duke of Bloody Burial had no time to doubt. At this time, there was an unusual movement near Tianshui City, and many cultivators flashed out one after another.

They were local cultivators scattered around guarding the city, from different sects, and at this moment they were all alarmed by the fighting between Lu Mingyuan and the two Saint Nether masters.

"That is... the people of the Great Yan Prince. Who is he fighting with?" A cultivator asked curiously.

A cultivator recognized Master Xu and said with great fear: "It is Master Xu of the Ghost Clan, the seventh son of the Ghost Clan Emperor, and a master on the list of the Ten Clans' Underworld. He actually came to the Middle Earth."

The next moment, his eyes were cast on the Heart-Confused Buddha and the Blood Burial Duke standing on the sky water, and his pupils suddenly shrank. He said: "The Heart-Confused is also here, and the Blood Burial Duke, didn't they retreat? They must be here to kill the Great Yan Prince."

Hearing this, all the cultivators present were shocked. Even if they were not familiar with the names of Master Xu and the Heart-Confused Buddha, the reputation of the seventh son of the emperor alone was enough to show their powerful origins.

The Great Emperor of Beidu Wangliang is one of the five most powerful gods in the Great Underworld, and he is not easy to provoke.

He has more than 30 sons under him, each of whom is a strong man, and the top ten are first-class heroes.

At the first moment, everyone retreated at a high speed to keep a distance from these three people to avoid being affected.

Their cultivation level naturally meant they could not provoke such an existence.

The Great Yan Army automatically separated, and a graceful and beautiful figure walked out of it holding a sword, stepping on a purple flame, like a purple gold marten descending to the world. It was Luo Ying.

Luo Ying, who had firmly established his position as the leader of the Imperial Capital Wujian Pavilion, had a more sharp temperament as a superior.

Behind Luo Ying, there were two more people, namely Luo Shengmiao, the leader of Tianshui Dongtian, and Baiyue Shangren of Mingyue Tianzong, both of whom were considered to be people from the Eastern Palace.

"Lord Qingying, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince seems to be in trouble!" Luo Shengmiao frowned slightly.

Baiyue Shangren said with a serious look in his eyes: "It may be easy to deal with one of them, but Master Xiao and the Heart-confused Buddha are here together, plus a Blood Zang Duke, it seems that they are determined to get rid of His Royal Highness, and I don't know if His Royal Highness can handle it?"

"Should we take action?"

Just as Luo Ying was thinking.

With Tianshui Lake as the center, thousands of feet high waves rose up and slapped in all directions.

Two powerful figures appeared in the space.

In the misty white fog, a tall and graceful figure stood on the water, wearing a starry holy robe, exuding an incomparably noble temperament.

The icy air on the body froze the body of the tall Cyclops.

"Ziwei Saint, on behalf of Ziwei Xianzong, comes to help His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

The other one was a middle-aged man in a black long gown, with a red jade between his eyebrows, handsome and handsome, and a huge Yin-Yang Tai Chi shadow appeared under his feet, suppressing the gate of hell.

"Taiwei Daojun, on behalf of Taiwei Daozong, comes to help His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

The monks below, hearing the names of these two, all showed surprise on their faces.

Ziwei Saint and Taiwei Daojun are both top masters of the human race.

From the nine heavens and ten earths of Taoism.

Ziwei Cave Heaven and Taiwei Cave Heaven are extremely famous in Daozhou.

Lu Mingyuan looked at the cultivators who came one after another.

For the first time, he felt what it felt like to have strong support.

Could this be the backup plan that his father-in-law mentioned?