Chapter 153 Experience the artistic conception 2

Lu Chong hesitated and secretly pinched a few seals. If there was any danger, he would immediately turn into a golden black figure and escape in an instant. In fact, the reason why he did not use some of his common magic weapons and spells in this fight was precisely because he was afraid of being recognized in the future.

After all, he will not leave the moon plane immediately. If his identity is found, there is a local snake of the Hundred Cities League, and I'm afraid that he will make no achievements next.

At this time, when he heard the old man's words, Lu Chong took a deep breath and scratched Yue'er's face like lightning. Finally, he gritted his teeth and his body was motionless. He said sooner or later, but when he saw two purple dragons, he suddenly rushed in.

There was a trace of appreciation in the old man's eyes. Lu Chong's struggled just now. Although there was no clue on the surface, how could he see it from the old man's experience? He looked at the two purple dragons sideways, raised his right hand and gently pinched it. Suddenly, one of them, as if it were a bubble, was cracked by him. Crush.

The face of the middle-aged scribe immediately changed greatly, and his eyes were more afraid.

At this time, the remaining purple dragon, with bursts of roars and waves, pounced on Lu Chong's body. Lu Chong's body immediately trembled. He felt a huge impact and suddenly rushed into his body, but the impact seemed quite fierce, but in fact it fell into his body, like a breeze, without any attack. It didn't cause him any discomfort.

However, in this breeze, there is a trace of unrecognizable feelings of ruthlessness. This feeling is infinitely magnified almost in the blink of an eye, spreading the whole body of Lu Chong, and even his soul.

Lu Chong immediately knew that this sense of ruthlessness was a trace of artistic conception contained in the middle-aged scribe's magic power. This artistic conception seemed to be heavenly power, which made Lu Chong unable to resist at all.

At this time, if he turns into Jinwu Benxiang, he may not have such a deep feeling under the protection of blood and the emperor's demon formula. After all, Jinwu Benxiang is a must when he fought with the high realm in the past.

But at this moment, in order to understand this artistic conception, he did not use any magic weapons or moves. In this way, it can be said that he was unarmed and ** nakedly felt the artistic conception in the attack of the monks of the Great Holy Land.

The old man's eyes were bright, and he grabbed his right hand. Suddenly, a trace of purple air floated out of Lu Chongtian's spirit, and a purple ball floated into the old man's hand. Lu Chong took a deep breath and recovered.

He closed his eyes. At the moment, the other party's artistic conception was completely realized by him. This opportunity is really unattainable and extremely precious.

The old man pinched his hand, and the purple ball immediately dissipated. The middle-aged scribe looked quite ugly. He stared at the old man and said, "I'm afraid that the senior is here to let your disciple break through and become a great saint to understand the artistic conception of the road."

The old man smiled and said casually beside the scribe with his right hand, "You, come out, it's your turn.

The person the old man refers to is an old woman. Her eyes are slightly dark, she staring at the old man and said hoarsely, "Although the senior's cultivation is well-to-sky, how can my Yuebai City be the school you pointed out of painting!"

The old man muttered a few words and impatiently took out a dirty storage bag from his arms. He turned it over for a long time and took out a black wooden sign. There were some oil stains and vegetable leaves hanging on the sign. He threw it at it and was caught by the old girl.

After seeing the token, the old man immediately changed her face and said, "Zu Ling brand!"

The middle-aged scribe immediately reached out and took the token and played a magic formula on it. Suddenly, the token flashed with colorful light and lasted for a long time. The middle-aged scribe immediately smiled bitterly and said respectfully to the old man, "Since the senior holds the ancestral spirit card, the younger generation and others should follow it themselves, but you can be sure that this ancestral spirit card In exchange for my holy land monk of Yuebai City to help your disciples understand the artistic conception?

The old man glanced at Lu Chong proudly, buttoned his nose, snorted at the middle-aged scribe, and said, "Nonsense, hurry up, you, come out!" He said, pointing to the old man.

The old woman was a little silent, nodded respectfully, took a few steps, and her eyes showed a complicated light. She glanced at Lu Chong and said, "You have a good master. When I turned into a god, if I had the opportunity to feel the artistic conception, I could definitely take a lot of detours, alas!" With that, she opened her mouth and spit out a pink aura. After this aura appeared, it immediately filled with fragrance.

At the same time, the pink aura was as fast as an arrow away from the string. When it was three inches away from Lu Chong, it suddenly turned into a pink fog and wrapped Lu Chong in it.

"Take your time to understand the old lady's artistic conception!"

In the pink fog, Lu Chong suddenly had a warm feeling. The spiritual power and soul in his body slowly showed a trace of laziness under this warm feeling.

It seemed that all the killing, even the determination to become a great saint, became ethereal at this moment. Under this feeling, Lu Chong even felt drowsy.

It seems that everything in the world has become dispensable.

But at this moment, the red evil spirit around him suddenly shook, roared like a living thing, and then landed and rushed to his palm and blended into his body with a flash.

Then, a fierce evil spirit, like a pot of cold water spilled from the head, made Lu Chong immediately wake up. At the moment he woke up, the evil spirit suddenly filled his whole body.

The old man gave a softyi sheng, and her right hand called back the pink aura.

Lu Chong took a deep breath. If it hadn't been for the evil spirit just now, he would have been completely addicted to the other party's artistic conception. This feeling was extremely terrible. For Brother Shen, in addition to his original fear, he was more cautious.

The old man glanced at Lu Chong, stepped back and stopped talking.

At this time, the old man's eyes glanced and finally fell on a green-shirted old man standing in the distance. His eyes suddenly lit up and he laughed and said, "You, come here, your mood is a little special. After understanding it, we will leave and no longer disturb you."

The old man raised his head, didn't look at Lu Chong, and said plainly, "He can't stand my artistic conception!"

The old man raised his eyebrows, waved his hand, and said, "Farm, with me beside me, the moon god comes, and I can resist!" After saying that, he glanced at the moon in the sky indifferently.

The old man in the green shirt did not say more, but patted his forehead, and suddenly cracked a black opening in his eyebrows. A flying sword the size of the palm of his hand sped out, turned into a flash of lightning, and came to Lu Chong in an instant.

Its speed is irresistible at all. Lu Chong's face is a little ugly. If the forbidden flag is opened, it may be blocked, but obviously, it can't be delayed for too long in the end!

But Lu Chong is also not afraid. Although he can't resist, if he really does it, with many means, these monks of the Great Holy Land and the Semi-Holy Land, even if they have great magical powers, will all have to worry about it.

For example, Lu Chong only needs to sacrifice the fragments of the Eastern Emperor's Bell now, and the other party will definitely stop the attack of the flying sword. Otherwise, the flying sword can only be bombarded into scum in an instant.

When the flying sword of the green-shirt monk was still a foot away from Lu Chong, a murderous spirit came to his face. In this murderous spirit, there was also a strange artistic conception!

This artistic conception is very different from the previous two people, as if with a trace of the power of heaven and earth. Lu Chong immediately noticed that the spiritual power in his body actually had a phenomenon of failure. If these spiritual forces are compared to vitality, then under the other party's artistic conception, its vitality is passing rapidly.

This strange artistic conception finally changed Lu Chong's face. This artistic conception only acts on spiritual power. If it can act on Shouyuan, it is absolutely terrible.

The green-shirted monk's face was flat, and with a call of his right hand, he suddenly retreated and returned to the old man's side and disappeared between his eyebrows. He slowly said, "The mood of the old man is the years!"