How is it possible for Li Zhu to obtain the ultimate weapon?

Those were the soldiers of the God of Thunder. Lin Fan suspected more than once that the reason why he came to this world was because of the work of the God of Thunder thousands of years ago.

In fact, many times when the lightning spirit shows its power, he will have the illusion that he is the god of thunder, but he has lost all the memories of his previous life and the magical powers that the god of thunder should have.

Therefore, Lin Fan almost paranoidly believed that the Thunder God Whip should be his.

Furthermore, Li Zhu is a big enemy, how could he let Li Zhu get the Thunder God Whip?

If Li Zhu, who is already a saint, is holding the Thunder God Whip, it will really be a disaster.

"Just wait here." Lin Fan spoke, looked at everyone, and said: "I believe that the news of Li Zhu becoming a saint will spread throughout the Tomb of Gods in a short time."

Lu Ming and others all looked at Lin Fan, are they so absolute?

Why is Lin Fan so convinced that Li Zhu will become a saint?

He sneered and said: "With Li Zhu's personality, after becoming a saint, he will definitely have no scruples. He will collect all four keys as soon as possible and find the ultimate weapon. We just need to pay attention."

Lin Fan and others waited here quietly, but where they just left, the fighting was still continuing.

In just a short period of time, at least dozens of cultivators died here, trying to snatch the two silver keys that originally belonged to Lin Fan.

The strong man who took the key from Lin Fan was really extraordinary. He actually killed a dozen people with force, making everyone fear him. At this time, he stood on a huge stone with a gloomy look on his face, cold and cold.

Lie looked at the people surrounding him and shouted coldly: "Whoever dares to take another step forward today will die!"

"Really? What if I step forward? Will I die too?"

An indifferent voice sounded from the sky, and Li Zhu came, hovering in front of the strong man, looking at the strong man with flat eyes, and said: "Zhang Ping, who gave you the courage to be so bold?"

"Li Zhu!"

"Li Zhu appears again?"

Everyone was shocked when they saw Li Zhu, because he had disappeared for many days, and they all thought he was injured or died directly, but they did not expect to be reborn again at this time.

The strong casual cultivator who took the key from Lin Fan's hand was named Zhang Ping. His expression changed after hearing this.

To him, Li Zhu was just a rising star, but he did have the qualifications to be arrogant, and his combat prowess was only stronger than his.

In normal times, he would definitely give in and retreat, but now, with the key to the ultimate weapon in hand, how could he be willing to give in even half a step?

Leng Bingbing looked at Li Zhu and shouted angrily: "Li Zhu, do you also want to come and snatch the key in my hand?"

Li Zhu frowned slightly and said, "Do you have the key in your hand?"

Zhang Ping screamed ferociously and said: "What are you pretending to be? You don't know that the key is in my hand, why are you here?"

Li Zhu frowned even more tightly, with a sharp look in his eyes, and said, "Where is Ling Fan?"

"That loser was punched away by me, and the key was snatched from his hand." Zhang Ping laughed loudly, and roared: "Li Zhu, don't try to be pretentious. If you want to take away the silver key, you have to see the battle in my hand."

Is the sword sharp?"

Li Zhu's eyes flashed with murderous intent!

Does Zhang Ping, a loser, really think he is that powerful?

Even he had to admit Lin Fan's strength. How could an ant like Zhang Ping have the qualifications to defeat Lin Fan with one punch?

Even ten more Zhang Pings won't do it.

The reason why Lin Fan retreated and left the key behind must have been because he knew the news about his becoming a saint. Therefore, he passed the blame to Zhang Ping and left the key behind just to make him temporarily unhappy and hunt him down.

.

It must be so, otherwise how could Lin Fan give up such a natural thing?

"What a keen spiritual sense." The murderous intent in Li Zhu's eyes became more and more intense. At this moment, all the cultivators here and there actually had the illusion that someone was pointing a sharp blade at their souls. A piece of news that made them tremble appeared directly in front of them.

heart.

Fortunately, this feeling came and went quickly, as if it had never happened.

Li Zhu sneered in his heart, since Lin Fan cut off his tail to survive and abandoned his car to save his commander, let him live a little longer.

After all, Lin Fan can be killed at any time, but there is only one chance to obtain the ultimate weapon. Moreover, the passage is about to be opened, so there is no room for delay.

He looked at Zhang Ping with calm eyes and said calmly: "Bring the key."

Zhang Ping's expression changed and he screamed: "You are not worthy."

"Haha." Li Zhu chuckled contemptuously, stretched out his palm, and took a photo of Zhang Ping without any fireworks.

But this palm without any pyrotechnics made the wind and clouds eclipse, like a god being angry. Zhang Ping's face suddenly turned pale, and there was a strong look of fear in his pupils. He roared sternly: "Holy!

!You actually became a saint?”

Gao Sen's profound smile hung from the corner of Li Zhu's lips. His palm stopped less than half an inch away from Zhang Ping, but the sharp palm wind and the terrifying rules contained in it had swept half of Zhang Ping's body into nothingness.

Zhang Ping was screaming, a scream so shrill that it didn't sound like a human howling.

The other cultivators were trembling.

St.

What a dazzling word.

But right in front of their eyes, a cultivator who was less than eighty years old actually reached the pinnacle that many strong men pursue throughout their lives.

Li Zhu should be the youngest saint in modern times.

"See the Saint."

"See the Saint."

Everyone worshiped with awe from the bottom of their hearts, because at this time, the terrifying holy power emanated from Li Zhu's body, suppressing all directions. The light of the avenue fell from the sky and was linked to Li Zhu's body, making him look like

The sun is so brilliant that people dare not look directly at it.

The blood in Li Zhu's heart was boiling. This was the power brought by strength. Some of the people who worshiped him were considered his equals not long ago, and some were his seniors. They were once

The goal he admires is what he pursues.

But at this time, everyone was in awe in front of him.

He nodded calmly, asked everyone to stand up, looked at Zhang Ping, smiled, and said, "Can you leave the key in my hand now?"

Zhang Ping trembled in fear, with a hint of bitterness in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the fate obtained from Lin Fan was snatched away by others in just a blink of an eye. Isn't this a step between heaven and hell?

But, what did he dare to say?

With trembling hands, he presented the key. Li Zhu took the key in his hand, looked around, and said calmly: "You send a message to this saint, and I will sit here and wait for other people who have the key. I will only give you three hours.

Those who fail to arrive within the time limit will die."

At this time, he is the king in the tomb of the gods and can formulate his own order and rules.

Everyone dispersed, and at the same time, the news spread throughout the entire God's Tomb that Li Zhu became a saint and asked the other holders of the key to rush to him within three hours.
Chapter completed!