Chapter 438 Crematorium

"Kill!"

Lu Zihan was murderous, so he fought with Zhuge Fuliang with his hands. Lu Zihan is majoring in power and paying attention to breaking through all methods with one force. Nature is also necessary for physical training. But how can he compare with Zhuge Fuliang's seven-star treasure body?

In less than two rounds, Lu Zihan has been defeated. Her cheeks are red, her hair is messy, and her clothes are not neat. If this is seen by unwitting people, who will think that you are life and death?

"Squeak!"

At this time, Xiao Huo's assistance had arrived, and thousands of fire monkeys flew out of the big gourd, and they rushed to Zhuge Fuliang with their teeth and claws.

"Fuck!" Zhuge didn't open his mouth, and the sound killing skill was used. The sound wave turned into thousands of magic swords. No magic sword could penetrate the void and drown out the flocks of fire monkeys.

"sound wave power?" Lu Zihan's face changed. This kind of magic power is rare. At this moment, Lu Zihan seems to think of something: "Did he kill Mu Feiyang? How can this be possible? He and Mu Feiyang are not at the same level at all.

But the previous rumors that Lu Zihan also heard about it. He knew that Mu Feiyang was fighting against a mysterious man who also used sound waves. In the end, he was defeated by the mysterious man and was killed by him. And there are rumors of various versions.

At this moment, Lu Zihan has to be solemn. If Zhuge Fuliang and the mysterious man who killed Mu Feiyang are really the same person, then this person is too terrible. How many secrets are hidden in him?

"Hum!"

The void trembled, and a golden tripod rose from the top of Lu Zihan's head, shining brightly. The golden tripod was under infinite pressure, and the heaven and earth trembled, as if it had broken the ancient mountains from time and space, pressing against Zhuge.

"Boom!"

The earth under Zhuge Butiao's feet collapsed, but he stood like a rock, facing the golden tripod from the air. Zhuge Fuliang patted the bricks.

"Dang!"

The golden tripod vibrated violently, shook twice, and continued to press down.

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

Zhuge Bu Liang took dozens of shots in a row, and the golden tripod rushed back. There was a crack on the golden tripod.

Lu Zihan was shocked. This golden tripod was her beloved magic weapon. She immediately took it back and turned into a palm-sized hanging on the top of her head.

"Destroy! Kill! What! Fuck!" Zhuge Bucheng drank four tones in a row, turned into four divine swords, a divine sword, a sword, a sword, and a huge axe, and killed Lu Zihan together.

Lu Zihan's palm was full of spiritual brilliance, and he raised his hand to hit the divine sword turned into sound waves. The sword was broken, but Lu Zihan's palm was also cut off. In desperation, she could only turn the golden tripod above her head to fight.

"Destroy! Destroy! Exterminate!" Zhuge Buliang repeatedly drank the sound and killed the magic soldier, trying to smash the golden tripod in Lu Zihan's hand in one breath.

Lu Zihan buckled the golden tripod upside down to protect his body. All kinds of blades turned into sound killing are chopped on the golden tripod, "jingling", and the cracks on the golden tripod are more dense.

"Oh no, it won't last long!" Lu Zihan bit his red lips and figure out the way out.

"Who is exerting sound wave skills!" With a delicate shout, a woman in white flew over on a huge sword. The white clothes came out of the dust, the fairy light was wrapped around, the woman's beautiful face was suffocating, and her graceful figure was perfectly outlined.

"Damn it, it's a big game!" Zhuge Fuliang's blood suddenly cooled down.

The person who came is not someone else, but the evening rain dust known as the little mysterious girl. The flying sister in the evening.

This place is not too far from the town. The battle between Zhuge Bu Liang and Lu Zihan has shocked the practitioners gathered in the town. Unfortunately, Mu Yuchen and some practitioners of Xiao Yuezong were nearby, just bumping into Zhuge Butiao to perform sound wave skills. You should know that this magic power is not common. It is not comparable to ordinary thousand-mile sound transmission. It has infinite lethality.

Mu Yuchen immediately thought of his brother. Mu Feiyang died at the hands of a practitioner with sound and wave skills.

"Twilight girl, this person has the same magical power as the sound wave!" Lu Zihan pointed to Zhuge Butliang and said, "And I heard that someone has seen the crystal skeleton with him, which has nothing to do with his brother's death."

As soon as this word came out, Zhuge Bliu almost cursed. Looking at the evening rain dust, there was already a fierce light in his beautiful eyes.

"Catch him!" Mu Yuchen shouted, and more than a dozen women in white behind him flew up, and all kinds of magic weapons hung up in the air and pierced the sky.

Zhuge Butiao secretly complained bitterly. He never thought that he would attract Mu Yuchen. Xiao Yuezong is the supreme immortal. As the first descendant of Xiao Yuezong, his cultivation is naturally not comparable to Lu Zihan.

More than a dozen female practitioners of Xiaoyuezong came up. Everyone's cultivation is not weak, and they are all elites of Xiaoyuezong.

Zhuge Fuliang hurriedly drank a sound killing skill and turned around and flew away.

"Chasing! Take its head!" Mu Yuchen's eyes were murderous. He shouted crisply and chased after him with his sword.

Purple flashing, every flashing will appear ten miles away. Behind her, the speed of the little mysterious girl Mu Yuchen is also dissatisfied, and the sword weapon under her feet can also be seen as a magic weapon to improve the speed. At the beginning, Mu Feiyang had such a sword weapon in his hand. It was with this sword weapon that he caught up with Zhuge Fuliang.

The evening rain dust waved casually, and the slender jade fingers flew out of the five swordsmanships, smashing all the peaks around Zhuge Wuliang.

Zhuge is not very cold. Why are these women more powerful than each other?

The fire in front of him has reached the fire zone, but the sense of oppression behind him is even more pressing.

"Where are you still fleeing?" Mu Yuchen caught up with her, followed by more than a dozen nuns of Xiao Yuezong.

"Beauty, we may have a little misunderstanding." Zhuge Butang shouted without looking back. He did not enter the fire, but revolved around the periphery.

"Then please go back with me to witness it." Although the sound of the twilight rain dust is soft, the murderous intention is clearly visible.

"Forget it. There are so many women in Xiaoyuezong. I'm afraid that I, a young man with yellow flowers, will not be guaranteed for the late holiday." Zhuge Buleang said with a smile.

"Huh! Shameless!"

"Scum!"

Some Xiaoyuezong nuns who followed Mu Yuchen couldn't help but be ashamed and angry.

"Well, it turns out that he is just a slippery little man." Mu Yuchen sneered.

"Yes, yes, I'm just a little person. How dare I offend you? I think there must be a misunderstanding between us." Zhuge Buchung finally seized the front-line initiative and said in a hurry.

"I'd rather kill wrong than let go!" Mu Yuchen's answer is still concise.

"Fuck!" Zhuge Buriang scolded secretly, and the other party obviously didn't like him. Seeing that the twilight dust behind him was getting closer and closer, Zhuge Fuliang gritted his teeth, and a Big Dipper light curtain brushed out of the seven stars above his head to cover him. At the same time, six golden dragons flew out of the spiritual cover and suddenly got into the fire.

"He went in!" A nun of Xiao Yuezong was surprised.

"Dragon vein! And it's six dragon veins!" The eyes of the twilight rain and dust are shining.

Mu Yuchen is a disciple of the great religion, and his knowledge is naturally above Lu Zihan. At the beginning, Lu Zihan glanced at it and failed to recognize that this was the real dragon vein, so he was deceived by the reason of Zhuge Fuliang. But the evening rain dust is different. As the first descendant of Xiaoyuezong, he was well-informed and felt that it was the real dragon vein at the first time.

"six dragon veins, what's the origin of this person!" Mu Yuchen was shocked. The dragon spirit vein is also a rare spiritual vein in the Honghuang Fairyland. It is known as the fairy vein, and even some supreme teachings have never had it.

But the little monk in front of him suddenly carried six dragon spiritual veins, and it was the ancestral root of the fairy vein.

"Catch him at all costs!" The evening rain dust ordered.

"But Sister Mu, he has entered the fire field." Behind her, a nun showed a look of danger.

"Well, I borrowed a few courage from him, but he didn't dare to be like a fire. He should just walk around on the periphery. Let's go in now!" Mu Yuchen shouted in a low voice, and a strange magic weapon flew out of his head. He stepped on the sword and entered the fire.

The nuns of Xiaoyuezong behind them looked embarrassed one by one, but they also sacrificed their magic weapons to protect their bodies and entered the fire field.

Zhuge Fuliang hid in the fire field. Fortunately, thanks to his strong body, coupled with the Beidou light curtain and the protection of the six dragon spirit veins, the flames in this area could not pose any threat to him at all.

At the same time, he also felt that the breath of Mu Yuchen and others was approaching, and it could be seen that they also entered the fire.

Zhuge Bright walked to the depths of the fire field with thick flames until he walked out of almost a hundred miles away. The degree of flame here is at two levels, and the practitioners who can burn the dust can definitely easily.

"I'll give you the cremation!" Zhuge Fuliang smiled, hid his breath, and hid behind a wall of fire.

Not long after, the evening rain dust drove the sword and flew over. There was a strange magic weapon on her head, and the brilliance of the magic weapon blocked the flames. And other practitioners of Xiaoyuezong are not so lucky, and it seems difficult to see their appearance.

"The breath is here, small force, spread out and look for it, and try not to go far as far as possible." The evening rain dust ordered.

Everyone dispersed and saw the figure of Mu Yuchen disappear into the flame. Zhugebuliang floated out from behind the fire wall like a ghost and approached the two nuns of Xiaoyuezong.

The brick appeared in the hand, raised his hand, threw it, and took it back.

One of the female practitioners didn't even have a chance to react. She was hit on the head by a stuffy brick on the spot and fell down. Without his spiritual protection, the monk was swallowed up by the flames in an instant.

And it was not until this time that a nun found out that she was coming. She was about to shout, but suddenly felt a dark shadow flash in front of her, and the bricks patted on her face. At the same time, I saw a headless body fall down and gradually fade away. The body seemed to be himself...

With a flash of fire, the two bodies have been completely burned clean.