It was as if in the world, a beggar who was usually not looked down upon suddenly took out the emperor's Shangfang sword.
"This sword is not something you can own. It is a supreme magic weapon in ancient times, and only those with great luck can master it. I will give you a chance to present this sword quickly, and let this matter be over. "
Among the lotus flowers, the teachings of the Taihua Sutra come out.
Lu Yu couldn't help laughing. The Tai Hua Jing didn't know at all that Lu Yu was the only descendant of the ancient heaven.
This Tai'a sword fell into his hands, and it was also the destiny of heaven. But the Tai Hua Jing was very stubborn and forced Lu Yu to hand over the Tai A Sword.
"Break it for me!"
Lu Yu yelled loudly, and the awe-inspiring emperor's power came out of Tai'a's sword energy!
Tens of thousands of years have passed, and finally the breath of the Emperor of Heaven reappeared in this heaven.
The vast Emperor Wei swept out, as if it could break all the laws of the universe.
Although the scriptures evolved from the Tai Hua Jing are extremely mysterious, they still have their own limits after all, and they have not blocked the power of this sword!
There are continuously purple scriptures, and as the sword energy is emitted, one after another gradually shatters.
The purple air that emanates is scattered in all directions, like broken beads, which cannot be completely completed.
The remaining sword energy spread to Lu Jiuxiao's body, and Lu Jiuxiao's soul let out a scream in an instant.
The body is like a boat, and the soul is like life.
In the world, if there is no boat outside, the soul will be baptized by the turbulent waves all around, become fragile, and easily lose its soul.
Therefore, except for some monks with extremely powerful soul power, few people will take the initiative to poke out their souls, because it is very likely that they will be injured.
This is the case with Lu Jiuxiao's soul.
Although he is the master of the world, what he is facing is the majestic Tai'a sword energy!
Don't say that this sword is a world master, even a strong Taoist monarch will have to back down a bit in the face of this sword.
"Zi la! Zi la!"
A wisp of green smoke gradually rose from Lu Jiuxiao's soul.
"Help me!" Lu Jiuxiao yelled hastily, with a look of panic on his face.
Although he was extremely arrogant, but this time, he really felt that his life was threatened.
Seeing that Lu Jiuxiao was in danger, the Taihuajing didn't care about getting entangled with Lu Yu, and immediately turned into a purple light, completely enveloping Lu Jiuxiao.
The purple air came from the east, and the saint was born.
The purple air evolved from the Taihua Sutra is sacred, peaceful and full of holiness. After all, it is the existence of the spirit of the weapon, invisible and formless, and it is very difficult to be really hurt by the sword energy.
With the protection of the Tai Hua Sutra, Lu Jiuxiao's soul finally got better.
"This fairy weapon of yours should belong to me. It's a waste of money if it falls into your hands." Lu Jiuxiao looked at the Tai'a sword in Lu Yu's hand, and a greedy look flashed in his eyes again.
Even at this point, he still doesn't give up.
There are too many treasures on Lu Yu, even the Compass of Life and Death and the Xuantian Scripture. Lu Jiuxiao's heart was full of greed, and he didn't care about his current situation at all.
"belongs to you?"
Lu Yu sneered, and suddenly tapped his finger on his forehead.
His body and magic power have been exhausted, and even the power of his soul is not much left.
But after all, Lu Yu was a Taoist monarch in the previous life, and the means he possessed were far beyond what these people could imagine.
Lu Yu cut his finger sharply, and a drop of golden blood flew out of his body. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com