After being polished by the real society, Lu Jiang's mind has long been mature and has a keen sense of opportunity. He knew that this was an opportunity, an opportunity for him to embark on the road of cultivation. At the same time, he also knew that this decision would end in his life. After all, there were still several spiritual soldiers fighting in the light curtain, and the trapped immortal soldiers in front of him were not over yet. If a shocking battle broke out, a random blow would make him lose his soul, but Lu Jiang did not hesitate, just as he said when he fooled Liu Yu and the other four, wealth and honor were in danger.

The spiritual soldiers who dare to enter the light curtain to compete for treasures are extremely powerful, and their storage bags are things they have collected throughout their lives. If they can get them, they may not be used in a short period of time, which will be of great benefit to the future. At least there is no need to run around for spiritual stones, spiritual skills, and spiritual techniques.

Lu Jiang and Yuantian ran all the way. After half an hour, they entered the light curtain. They watched the battle on the hill before. They only saw the fight and did not know the specific scene. But when they really entered the light curtain, the scene they saw made Lu Jiang and Yuantian look pale. Lu Jiang only felt a strong bloody feeling coming to his nose. The entire light curtain was light red, the ground was full of holes, corpses were everywhere, blood flowed into a river, and broken swords could be seen everywhere.

"Vomit." Lu Jiang, who saw this scene for the first time, only felt his stomach turbulent. Fortunately, he didn't eat anything these days, otherwise he would have vomited out. This is simply hell on earth. Although Yuantian hunts wild animals all year round, it is a bit unbearable when he sees this hell-like scene on earth, and his face is a little pale.

Suppressing the urge to vomit in his heart, Lu Jiang whispered: "Yuan Tian, ​​pretending to be a severely injured person." If you stand and pick up, it will probably attract the attention of others. Now you can only pretend to be a severely injured spiritual soldier to pick up the storage bag.

Lu Jiang endured his disgust, swallowed the blood all over his body, and tore a hole in the chest of the fooled sect garment, closed his eyes and applied the blood on his chest. Of course, the logo of the sword sect was not covered, and it was torn to pieces. If possible, Lu Jiang wanted to put the logo of the sword sect on his head. Then, Lu Jiang "staggered" and began to plunder the storage bag of the deceased with iron nails. Yuan Tian tore off his clothes imitated Lu Jiang, and after applying the blood all over his body, he began to plunder.

In Tianlu Pavilion, three miles away from Lujiang River.

It was quite difficult for the formation Daozi to control two formations by himself, and his rosy face gradually became pale. The other eight strong men were not idle, and they took out their treasures to suppress the immortal soldiers who wanted to escape. The bag in Mo Tu's hand had been taken back, and the most urgent task was to prevent the immortal soldiers from flying away.

"No. I am alone, I am not enough to restrain the immortal soldiers. Friends, if I don't have the best efforts, once other immortal soldiers break free from the suppression of Tianlu Pavilion, both formations will be broken. It is difficult to get the immortal soldiers at that time." Zhen Daozi shouted loudly. These eight strong men showed up and tried their best. Zhen Daozi knew it. At this time, no one wanted to do his best, including Zhen Daozi himself, and anyone had selfish intentions. These powerful spiritual soldiers were no exception. One was afraid of sudden changes and could not conquer the immortal soldiers. The other was that after obtaining the immortal soldiers, others would peek at them. The words of Zhen Daozi not only allowed the strong men to weigh the pros and consolidate them, but if the immortal soldiers really flew away, it would be useless for them to retain their strength.

Before destroying the Tianyan Sect, these strong men were ready. Even the gatherings were people of their own power. Therefore, in a short period of time, no one among the spiritual soldiers around them dared to compete with them for the immortal weapons, but the longer the time delayed, the more powerful men would get the news of the wind and rush here, and everything would become out of their control.

"Fellow Demon Daoist, can you conquer the immortal soldiers? It depends on their own luck." After glanced at the strong man with a deep thought, a hint of anger flashed through Zhen Daozi's eyes. He shouted loudly, bit his right finger, squeezed out scarlet blood, and portrayed it in the air with a serious expression.

Mo Tu glanced at the other strong men, and didn't know what they were thinking? He said hoarsely: "The immortal soldiers are already close at hand. What are the hesitations of fellow Taoists? Although the battle axe of heaven and earth and the spiritual mountain of all things breaks away from suppression, there are many immortal soldiers afterwards. I will naturally help with all my strength. I believe that the same is true for fellow Taoists. If a fellow Taoist has not obtained the immortal weapons, my demon can owe a favor to others. In the future, my demon can't help me."

When the other seven strong men heard this, the hesitation in their eyes gradually became firmer. The old woman said, "If we don't do our best now, it will be the turn of the immortal soldiers we like to see later. Who will do their best to help? What else can you hesitate?" Immediately, the old woman's whole body shone with light, and the strongest pressure enveloped the two lights struggling under Xuanwu and the mountains. When the others saw this, they looked a little hesitant.

Zhen Daozi looked at Mo Tu and the old woman gratefully and whispered: "I will use the formation to make the immortal soldiers lose their power for a short time. Demon Daozi, you are ready." As he said, the speed of the formation Daozi's portrayal gradually accelerated. What is surprising is that the blood he squeezed out did not dissipate or fell, but condensed in the air, forming dense patterns. These patterns looked ancient and complex, and interlaced and horizontally, as if they outlined a certain power between heaven and earth.

It took about half a stick of incense to be drawn, and the blood floating in the air formed a strange figure. Judging from its outline, it looked like a wild beast. After the carving, Zhen Daozi's face was extremely pale. He glanced at the eight demon slaughtered and whispered: "My fellow Taoists sacrificed your treasures and suppressed these two immortal soldiers with the treasures and their own power." As he said, Zhen Daozi had an extra cloth bag in his hand. He carefully opened the cloth bag and exposed a red skin with a palm. The skin was not known as the skin of a spirit beast. As soon as it appeared, Mo Tu and others jumped in their hearts at the same time. He felt an inexplicable force spread out from the skin.

"What kind of fairy beast's skin is this?" Mo Tu and others looked at each other. The only fairy beast that could give them this feeling was the fairy beast. Looking at the patterns floating in front of the formation Daozi, the eight strong men vaguely guessed something. Not only did they look forward to it, they no longer hesitated, and they all sacrificed their weapons and burst out with all their might, just like eight towering mountains pressing against two rays of light.

In an instant, the space buzzed continuously, and the powerful power stirred the storm in the sky.

Three miles away, Lu Jiang, who was making a fortune in the pile of corpses, was already full of joy. If it were not for the conditions, Lu Jiang would have wanted to hum a song and dance a little dance. He no longer knew how many storage bags he had touched from the pile of corpses, nor how many remaining soldiers he had picked up. Lu Jiang only knew a lot, which made the blood on his face unable to cover the joy on his face.

However, what puzzled Lu Jiang was that when he turned the body with the iron nail, he found that the iron nail was glowing again, but time was tight, and Lu Jiang dared not think too much.

At this time, the buzzing sound of the space was like a basin of cold water pouring on the ecstatic Lu Jiang's head, which made Lu Jiang wake up suddenly. He turned his head to look in the direction of Tianlu Pavilion. When he saw the eight strong men shining brightly, Lu Jiang's pupils shrank sharply. He turned his head and looked at Yuantian not far away, and roared: "Yuantian, go." As he said that, Lu Jiang tied the iron nails around his waist and ran towards one end.

Yuantian heard Lu Jiang's low roar, and without saying a word, he followed Lu Jiang out of the light curtain without saying a word.

"Huan Chaos Immortal Swallowing Formation..." When Lu Jiang and Yuantian just ran to the crowd of people around, a loud shout suddenly exploded, and the whole space boiled instantly. Many spiritual scholars only saw the formation Daozi put the skin in his hand on the pattern carved in blood. With his loud shout, the skin quickly wrapped the pattern. In less than ten breaths, a ferocious beast about half a foot was formed. The ferocious beast was red, fat and round, and had six legs. But what was surprising was that the ferocious beast had no facial features. As soon as the fairy beast came out, the faces of the eight strong men changed drastically, and the crowd watching widened their eyes and looked disbelief.

"The peerless beast of the Emperor's period is Chaos..."

"Oh my God. The formation Daozi can actually use the formation to depict the chaos of the ferocious beast!"

"Is this Hun Dun? It is rumored that Hun Dun can swallow the sky, and the Daozi of the Formation wants to use Hun Dun to suppress the immortal weapon?"

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Many shocking discussions exploded, and many spiritual scholars were shocked and excited. They could see the legendary Chaos. Although this trip was not successful, it was worth the trip. Lu Jiang, who was running below, also turned his head and looked back, but saw nothing. Although the fasting pill improved his eyesight, his eyesight had not reached a few miles away and could see the fairy beast less than half a foot wide.

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Lu Jiang saw Yuantian beside him, looking blankly at the direction of Tianlu Pavilion, and not only whispered: "Yuantian, leave." But seeing Yuantian indifferent, Lu Jiang was not only speechless, but also liked to join in the fun. Immediately, Lu Jiang patted Yuantian and said again: "Yuantian, it's time for us to leave."

Yuantian came to his senses and looked at Lu Jiang in confusion. He opened his mouth. Before he could speak, he heard Lu Jiang say, "I'll talk later." He pulled Yuantian in his hand and continued to run wildly.

This time, Lu Jiang's purpose was to make a fortune, not to find any luck. Lu Jiang, who knew that every man was innocent and had a treasure, naturally knew that if he really got some luck, it would not be a good thing for him now. In addition, Lu Jiang was not sure whether he was targeted when he picked up the storage bag before. Staying here for a long time would only cause variables. It would be better to take the opportunity to leave here now.

When Lu Jiang and Yuantian quickly left the place, the towering mountains, Xuanwu and Hun Chaos floated in the sky above Tianlu Pavilion, descending rays of light covering Tianlu Pavilion, Mo Tu and eight other strong men stood in the air, shining with light. At the moment when the fairy beast Hun Chao appeared, the two rays of light that wanted to break free from Xuanwu actually faded away, revealing their true colors, one was a battle axe about half a meter long, and the other was a small mountain as big as a fist, and the whole yellowish mountain.
Chapter completed!