btmnovel Chapter 131 The World Shakes!
Chapter 131 The World Shakes!
Chapter 131 The World Shakes!
Youquan Gorefiend did not hesitate, chose to escape, wanting to escape.
It's a pity, how could Lu Ming give him this chance.
With a sound of "buzz", a crystal and scorching light shone, and stopped Youquan Gorefiend.
"Haotian Mirror!"
Youquan Gorefiend's pupils suddenly contracted.
In the night sky, what replaces the moon is exactly a round of crystal clear sky mirror!
The mighty mirror light is brighter than the moonlight and more blazing than the sun's rays. The suppressed Youquan blood demon cannot lie down.
This scene is very similar to the previous time above Panluo Valley.
But that time, Youquan Blood Demon had a plan and was confident.
This time, Youquan Gorefiend trembled and was afraid.
Sensing the breath of death, he was closer than ever!
"Let... let me go! Ancestor Baimei, let me go!!"
Youquan Gorefiend sent a voice transmission to Lu Ming.
Intimidating the land of Shu, the famous demon giant began to humble and beg for mercy.
Lu Ming was silent for a moment.
If you let the Youquan Blood Demon go now, you can change the plot again and get more benefits...
but……
Lu Ming's way of the sword does not allow it, his heart does not allow it, and the sword spirit in his hand does not allow it!
In this world of the heavens, Lu Ming will not violate his Dao heart, nor his sword way!
If the mind of Dao is not correct, the way of sword will not be sharp! !
"The heavens and the earth are magnificent, and the righteousness will last forever..."
Lu Ming, who had his back facing Youquan Gorefiend, read eight words in a low voice.
Youquan Gorefiend showed despair, and made the last roar before death: "The rise of the devil, the revival of the demon emperor, you righteous hypocrites will not end well!"
"The righteous way in the world is lost, and all living beings in the world are ashes, hahahahahahahahahahaha..."
Lu Ming turned around, looked at Youquan Blood Demon with his deep star eyes, and said calmly: "If the magic way rises by one foot, Lu will cut it by one foot, and the magic way will rise by one foot, and Lu will cut it by one foot!"
"As for the Sky Demon Emperor... hehe."
Lu Ming held the sword spirit in his hand.
"Let him come, the sharp sword in Lu's hand is forged for him!"
Youquan Gorefiend's wild laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at Lu Ming dumbfounded.
Is the handsome young man in front of him, who is as handsome as jade, really the same white-browed patriarch who acts cautiously and keeps a good hand everywhere?
Youquan Gorefiend found in Lu Ming a domineering and righteous spirit that he had never seen before!
"Haotian Mirror, destroyed!"
Lu Ming circulated the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Yuan Jue, and the sword essence five times stronger than before was crazily poured into the Haotian Mirror.
The Haotian mirror "buzzed", and the light in the mirror swelled so brightly that it was as if it had condensed into substance.
The Youquan Gorefiend, who was fixed by the mirror light, was useless even with soldiers.
A churning mass of dirty blood was directly condensed into a wisp of green smoke, dissipating between heaven and earth.
In an instant, Lu Ming's world strategy reached 73%!
Lu Ming's expression changed and his eyes flickered a few times.
It's pretty fast!
The Youquan blood demon had been eliminated, and Lu Ming's white robe flicked his sleeves, and he put away the sword spirit.
Using his vast magic power, he sent a message thousands of miles away to inform everyone in Shuzhou of this matter.
"My White-browed Patriarch, the Youquan Blood Demon has been slain by me. Fellow Taoists do not need to flee Shuzhou. Now you should gather all your strength to kill the bloodthirsty demon bats that have invaded cities and towns!"
"My White-browed Patriarch, the Youquan Blood Demon has been slain by me. Fellow Taoists do not need to flee Shuzhou. Now you should gather all your strength to kill the bloodthirsty demon bats that have invaded cities and towns!"
"My white-browed patriarch, Youquan Blood Demon has been exterminated by me..."
……
Lu Ming's voice echoed in the world.
"Youquan Gorefiend killed?"
"It was Patriarch Baimei who killed Youquan Gorefiend."
"It's still the Patriarch Baimei who is amazing, and the Zunsheng Shengseng is not one or two points behind him!"
"I heard that Youquan Blood Demon has found Chi You's blood point, and his strength has greatly increased. He has set up a sea of blood formation, and the masters of Shu are absolutely invincible!"
"How did Patriarch Baimei defeat Youquan Gorefiend? Is he that powerful?"
"Never mind, Youquan Gorefiend is fine if he's dead, do you think that the number one master in Shu has earned his reputation!"
After Youquan Gorefiend was killed, everyone cheered and was immersed in joy.
Many people collapsed and sat down, feeling lucky to survive the catastrophe.
There are many escaped monks, their faces flushed and ashamed, wishing to find a crack in the ground and sneak in.
Because of Lu Ming's words, "Fellow Taoists, you don't need to flee Shuzhou", they felt ashamed.
The dilapidated Mount Wutai.
Zen Master Zunsheng, who fell to the ground and vomited blood, supported his arms and barely sat up.
Hearing the mighty sound transmission in the sky, the old monk clasped his hands together and proclaimed a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, goodness, goodness, Patriarch Baimei is amazing..."
The monk next to him changed his face slightly, and said: "It's not good, after this time, the reputation of Patriarch Baimei and Emei will definitely rise like the sun!"
"I am afraid that most of the people in Shuzhou believe in sword immortals and want to worship under Emei's sect."
Zen Master Zunsheng glared at him, and reprimanded him: "Jueyuan, if you are obsessed with preaching, you will fall into the inferior vehicle."
"We escape into Buddhism and practice Buddhism in order to save all sentient beings!"
Saying that, Zen Master Zunsheng changed his voice, and said again: "Your worry is not unreasonable, but it is unnecessary, because Emei Jianxiu has always been in a semi-hidden state."
Zen Master Zunsheng stood upright with one hand, and his old eyes flickered with Buddha's light.
"They accept apprentices according to fate, and rely on the mortals' own fairy encounters."
"In normal times, most Emei disciples live in seclusion in the Fushan Mountain to cultivate, and they only go down the mountain when they want to slay demons."
The great monk named Jueyuan suddenly realized and smiled knowingly.
Emei has been inherited for thousands of years, almost ten thousand years, which is much older than Mount Wutai.
But Mount Wutai has [-] monks, and Emei has only [-] disciples, which can be seen.
Various cities in Shu.
The disciples of Emei, who were subduing demons and killing bloodthirsty mephits, showed joy when they heard the voice echoing for nine days.
"It's the voice of Master Headmaster!"
"Master, old man, killed Youquan Blood Demon!"
"It's too strong, the teacher is invincible!"
Just like the ecstasy of the Emei disciples, the loyal people who stayed in the cities and towns to eradicate the bloodthirsty mephits were also pleasantly surprised.
At the same time, they were even more shocked.
"The strength of Patriarch Baimei is so terrifying?"
"The Youquan blood demon has Chi You's blood point to help him, and he is no match for Patriarch Baimei. He is called the number one expert in Shu, and he deserves his name!"
The mortals who hid in the house cried with joy for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe.
The old people kowtowed to the ground and called Lu Ming the White-Browed Immortal.
The strong men put down their "weapons" such as forks, kitchen knives, and hoes, and while they breathed a sigh of relief, they felt endless awe and gratitude towards Lu Ming.
The surviving mother hugged her child tightly and wept with joy.
"Son, mother doesn't ask you to get a good name in the exam, but only hopes that you can worship Immortal Baimei as your teacher, that is, smoke will rise from the ancestral grave!"
The child huddled in his mother's arms and asked innocently, "Mother, who is the white-browed immortal?"
The mother replied: "The Immortal Baimei is a great sword fairy. He killed the terrible blood demon and saved thousands of people from the fire and water!"
"Mother, then I will become a powerful sword fairy like Immortal Baimei in the future!"
The children's eyes are firm, a seed of yearning and admiration is sown in the pure heart, and it takes root and sprouts.
The night is always long.
But the dawn will definitely come as scheduled!
The golden morning light breaks through the last darkness, penetrates the thick mist and moisture among the mountains, and sprinkles on the fields, villages, and cities.
The soft and warm light shines on the faces of every person with lofty ideals.
They fought bloody battles, fled without fear, and stayed to fight bloodthirsty mephits, protecting many mortals.
After fighting together in a dangerous night, many disciples of Emei formed a deep friendship with these people with lofty ideals.
Dan Chenzi and the master of Qingyun Sect said goodbye with fists clasped.
The sword wings of the Heavenly Dragon Slashing behind him spread out, and the silver wings shine brightly in the morning light.
Dan Chenzi flapped a pair of sword wings violently, the strong wind under his feet was wanton, and his body rose into the air.
The light in mid-air folded and flew towards Emei.
This kind of escaping light, as if agreed at the same time, rises from the cities of Shu and flies to Emei at the same time.
The sea of clouds is vast, the golden light shines, and the scene is extremely beautiful.
If there are cranes and the Hongqiao hangs high, it is no different from a fairyland.
Lu Ming stood with his hands behind his back, standing in the golden-roofed hall of Emei Fushan, looking into the distance.
In all directions, one after another of crystal sword lights, from sparse to dense, from far to near, shuttled with the golden sea of clouds, and finally fell in unison on the square in front of the hall.
For a moment, Lu Ming was full of pride, and his chest was soaring.
……
morning wind.
brushed across his face.
rolled up his white robe.
Lu Ming felt a sense of pride!
The pride of a giant who is in charge of the righteous leader!
A kind of satisfaction and happiness of protecting the common people and leading thousands of sword immortals!
Lu Ming is not the emperor of Shuzhou, but in the eyes of the common people, and in the eyes of many children, he is better than the emperor.
The common people worship it and respect it like a god!
People on the same path admire him and regard him as a giant of the righteous way, the number one master in Shuzhou!
His disciples worshiped him, respecting Lu Ming as the supreme swordsman!
Bunches of crystal clear light fell to the ground.
The sword energy was restrained, and Dan Chenzi stood at the front.
Duan Lei, the two swords of Tianlei and the lightsaber, and the Seven Sons of Yunzhong stood in the second row.
The three thousand disciples at the back were also well-proportioned and lined up neatly.
They clasped their fists together and knelt down, shouting loudly: "Disciples pay homage to Master (Teacher)!"
"I will fulfill my mission and return from eradicating the bloodthirsty mephit!"
Lu Ming took a step forward, his white robe fluttered to the ground, and came to the front of the palace gate, overlooking the many disciples in the square.
He was thinking about how to conquer the world next.
The former Emei has always been a Buddhist cultivator.
As a result of tens of thousands of years of inheritance, there are only three thousand disciples under the sect.
As a top-level sect, this number of people is obviously too few, and it is not as good as Mount Wutai, which rose a thousand years ago.
There are more monks on Wutai Mountain than Emei Jianxiu.
Therefore, at this time, after Lu Ming became the head teacher of Emei, he has always planned to expand the sect.
And now, perhaps it is a good opportunity!
Lu Ming took a deep breath, looked at the crowd,
Dan Chenzi and many other disciples in the square saw that Lu Ming was silent, so they kept kneeling there.
The sun's rays, sprinkled on the white jade square, shine brightly, solemnly and solemnly.
When the atmosphere was extremely solemn, Lu Ming said slowly, "Dan Chenzi, Tianlei Shuangjian, Yunzhong Qizi, all Emei disciples, you have done a good job, get up."
The three thousand disciples stood up abruptly upon hearing the words.
They carry fairy swords on their backs, their waists are straight, their sharp edges are exposed, and their momentum is soaring to the sky.
Lu Ming looked around at them, and his voice became serious: "You must have seen the danger of the Blood Demon from Youquan."
"Although Youquan Gorefiend has been defeated, he is only a demon leader of the Demon Dao."
"Nowadays, the evil way is becoming more and more rampant, the righteous way is declining, and mortals are living in dire straits."
Lu Ming paused for a moment, and asked them: "Hold the flying swords in your hands, and tell me, why are you worshiping Emei and becoming sword cultivators?"
(End of this chapter)