Chapter 92 Damn Fate

Everyone exclaimed. Although Lu Chong's realm is not clear, it must not have reached the refining period, and the black-robed monk is a master of the realm of truth. My words are reasonable, and my reason is the way!

The understanding of Tao has reached the deepest level in this realm. Of course, it is only understanding. When it comes to the realm of Taoism, you can use it as you like, regardless of the artistic conception of Taoism.

The black-robed monk's face was pale, and there was a drop of cold sweat on his forehead. His lips bit tightly and stared at Lu Chong. His right arm, which lost his palm, could not help trembling, and the wound was not gushing out. It seemed that it was sealed by spiritual power.

Lu Chong snorted coldly, and his figure disappeared again. The black-robed monk's heart trembled, and his left hand pinched several prints in a row. Several golden lights flashed, turned into a golden bell around it, buckled it down, just protecting the black-robed monk in it.

Dang!

A loud noise came, and Lu Chong suddenly appeared around the golden bell and punched out. The golden bell was shocked, and the dense cracks suddenly appeared on the golden bell. In the shocked eyes of the black-robed monk, the golden bell suddenly dissipated and turned into countless golden fragments and drifted away with the wind. The black-robed monk was desperate and bit Teeth sacrificed a secret treasure shining with red light flying in the air.

The black-robed man pointed his left hand, and the secret treasure shot out towards Lu Chong. Lu Chong was about to lift his fist and bombard him. Suddenly, he felt the unstable spiritual power fluctuation in the secret treasure. A little around him, the five-color wheel appeared in front of him, slowly rotating, turning into a five-color light curtain, resisting in front.

Boom!

Heaven and earth were solemn, and a huge mushroom cloud rose slowly, and a piece of flying sand and stone blocked everyone's vision. The black-robed monk actually did not care about this secret treasure and directly detonated it in an attempt to drag Lu Chong. It would be better if he could hurt him.

The sand and stone slowly fell down, and everyone's vision was finally clear. Lu Chong stood there intact. In front of him, a colorful light curtain with a radius of more than ten feet stood upright, overflowing with brilliance, but there were also a few cracks on it.

When I looked at the black-robed monk again, he had already disappeared.

Everyone marveled that Lu Chong's means were really smart. First, he deterred the black-robed monk with strange means, and then caused the black-robed monk to only dare to defend passively, and then defeat the black-robed monks. It seemed that the magic weapon was really horrible to the increase of Lu Chong.

When everyone marveled at Lu Chong's tactical means and the strength of magic weapons, they did not notice that when Lu Chong bombarded the Golden Bell, he relied on pure physical power, and the Golden Bell could be used as the ultimate means to protect the body of the black-robed monks, which must be a quite powerful secret.

In this way, everyone directly ignored the strength of Lu Chong's body and left a way for Lu Chong to live in the future.

Lu Chong looked at the edge of the sky, closed his eyes slightly, felt the spiritual fluctuation around him, sneered, looked in one direction, took back the small wheel, turned into a streamer, and disappeared in an instant.

When everyone was talking, a scream came from the sky, and then quietly. At this point, everyone's impression of Lu Chong was one more, and the speed was amazing!

Not long after, in the comments of the crowd, Lu Chong turned into a streamer and appeared directly in front of the fiery portal.

Lu Chong looked at the red light portal with complicated eyes, his hands trembled, and his face was sometimes ferocious, sometimes fearful, and looked extremely entangled.

Finally, it seemed that he had made up his mind. Lu Chong took a deep breath and stepped in.

The light door flashed, and Lu Chong's figure disappeared. The four crystals trembled, and then turned into flying ash to dissipate and drift away...

Fusang plane.

The war was everywhere, and countless monks in black robes flew everywhere on the Fusang plane, and sometimes bombarded the monks on the Fusang plane, causing a ghost cry.

The void shook, and a small light door suddenly appeared. Many monks who were looting stopped and looked at the void. A ferocious smile appeared at the corners of their mouths, and close people also began to talk.

"I don't know that the lucky boy is coming again."

"It should be the last remaining adult."

"It should be."

The monks under the left-behind black-robed man have come over and are ready to welcome their Lord. When they looked happily at the slowly emerging figure, a fierce anger swept across the whole world.

The group of monks still smiled, but this was also their last smile. A roar shocked their hearts. In their frightened eyes, a hot flame wrapped them, and the screams suddenly resounded through the world.

It was Lu Chong who transmitted it. Looking at the shabby mountains and rivers, Lu Chong looked up and roared constantly, looked in the direction of the heavenly court, turned into a streamer, and disappeared in an instant.

And the countless black-robed people were also attracted, turning into streamers one by one, and disappeared in an instant.

Tianting.

Today's heavenly court has already turned into ruins, and the flamboyant plaque with the word heavenly court lying alone on the ground, as if telling the glory of yesterday.

Lu Chong's eyes were red, and his consciousness was brazenly separated from his body. He shot around and sadly found that there was no breath of living people.

At this time, countless people in black robes appeared. When several people were about to scold Lu Chong, Lu Chong slowly turned his head, his eyes turned red, and endless murderous spirit swept out, which shocked everyone.

Like the horrible beast crawling out of the abyss roaring out the shocking sound, Lu Chong roared sadly and disappeared in an instant.

The group of black-robed people** for a while, Lu Chong turned into a ten-foot gold man to fight among them. The Heavenly Emperor punched brazenly, and every punch was bombarded down, there was a scream, and then countless people turned into fans.

After a short period of panic before, the black-robed monk began to fight back in an orderly manner. Mysterious formations appeared one by one. Lu Chong seemed to fall into the mud, frowned, and his eyes were a little clearer. He looked at the crowd without hiding the murderous spirit in his eyes.

Lu Chong's body flashed and disappeared in an instant.

Many black-robed monks are suddenly like headless flies, and their consciousness is constantly emitted. They want to explore the traces of Lu Chong, but they are doomed to return without success.

And Lu Chong has already come to the mysterious space. The mysterious space remains unchanged, and the body of the nine-headed golden black is still floating in the sea of fire, emitting terrible pressure.

Lu Chong shouted:

"Fusang, come out!"

A figure slowly appeared, full of helplessness and guilt. Although Lu Chong had been prepared for a long time, he still staggered backwards when he saw Fu Sang's expression.

Lu Chong suddenly jumped in front of Fusang, grabbed Fusang, and asked with red eyes:

"Why didn't you save them?"

Fusang sighed and said:

"My strength has been severely limited. If I leave this space, my strength will not exist. Originally, I could still save people, but they brought a mysterious thing that directly restricted my movement. I can only watch the death in the plane in this space. I can only watch it. Let them die! Many of them are the ones who watched them grow step by step and then reach the peak! Now they are all dead!"

The more Fusang said, the more painful it became. In the end, he was already sobbing, covering his head, and his eyes were full of sadness. Lu Chong saw this and slowly sat back.

When Fusang looked at Lu Chong, he was also very sad. He grew up by the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and Lu Chong was the only grandson of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi. For him, Lu Chong's identity was very important and had an extraordinary relationship with him.

Fusang was about to express his comfort, when Lu Chong suddenly roared in pain and jumped down towards the sea of fire. All the spiritual power dissipated, and the sea of fire below emitted hot fluctuations...

Fusang was shocked and was about to hold him, then suddenly thought of something, slowly retreated and sighed:

"Damn fate..."