The surrounding air was filled with an invisible force field, slowly squeezing inward, as if containing a thousand powers.

The hairs on Zhiyuan's whole body stood up, and a golden aura full of complex runes emanated from the red robe, enveloping him and the little monk.

Zhiyuan's mouth was chanting a strange Buddhist mantra at the same time, and the dark golden staff stood in front of him, and a strange * symbol emerged from it and was printed on the body protection aura of the two.

After doing all this, Zhiyuan felt a lot less pressure, his eyes exuded a clear spiritual light, and he put his hands together and said: "Good, good, senior brother abbot said that Lao Gao's trip was full of dangers, but he didn't expect to encounter a strong man like Lu Daoyou before he crossed the Tongtian River." ”

Lu Kun clasped his arms over his chest, only released some of the void power of the source force field, and did not do it directly, he sneered: "Master, you better go back, the Southwest Immortal Cultivation Realm does not welcome any Great Zhou Immortal Cultivators." ”

Although Zhiyuan was surging in mana and looked like he was fighting at any time, his expression was very gentle: "I don't know if Lu Daoyou can solve the old man's doubts, why do you have such a prejudice against the Great Zhou Sect." ”

Lu Kun's face sank, and he snorted lightly: "The reason? ”

As soon as the words fell, he disappeared in place, and appeared in front of Zhiyuan in an instant, and the muscles on his right arm turned into hideous deformed pimples, like a thick pillar of flesh and blood.

The whole body was shrouded in a pale silver film of light, and the heaven and earth aura and demon vitality appeared from the nearby air, blessed on the flesh and blood stone pillar, exuding a black and white halo.

Zhiyuan's gentle expression had disappeared, and his face was stunned, as if he was frightened by Lu Kun's appearance, and he was not prepared at all, and the pale golden shield outside his body was shattered.

"When ......"

A crisp clashing sound was heard, but fortunately, the dark golden staff was full of spirituality, appearing in front of it, blocking the hideous fist with muscle bumps.

The furious energy surged in all directions, and the aura and demonic qi of heaven and earth were surging, and the hidden vitality gushed out one after another.

Half of the vitality of it was converging towards the dark golden staff, this strange magic weapon could actually absorb the vitality of heaven and earth and the demon vitality at the same time, and a half-human-sized golden "*" character emerged, dead against the flesh and blood stone pillar.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Lu Kun's body was tumbling with terrifying treasure light, his body instantly swelled by fifty percent, turning into a nine-foot-tall giant, and the other free left hand was raised, and the muscles on it bulged like a hill, and the same thick black and white halo was staggered, and it smashed forward.

Zhiyuan's face turned pale, and the mana in his body continued to pour out, and at the same time, a golden aura shot out from the center of his eyebrows, which was injected into the staff, and the word "*" became even more condensed.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the huge golden "*" word dimmed a lot, and it still looked like it could be supported.

But at this moment, Lu Kun's pair of rock-like fists turned into palms, and the ten fingers were together, and the remaining black and white halos on them were intertwined, forming a cone-shaped vortex, like a drill, poking into the center of the word "*", and at the same time, a silver light flashed away.

Accompanied by a devastating energy, the word "*" was completely shattered, but its scattered golden aura turned into balls of light and landed on Lu Kun's huge body.

These golden spiritual lights contained some kind of powerful scorching power, but it was still an energy attack, and after being weakened a lot by the soft armor of the Zha Ling, the remaining power only made Lu Kun's skin a little scorched.

Zhiyuan grabbed the staff with one hand, looked down at his right chest, there was a tiny blood hole on the edge of the red robe, he sighed, put his hands together and said, "Thank you Lu Daoyou for your mercy." ”

Lu Kun had already returned to his normal size, he stretched out his palm, and a pale silver nail flew out of the blood hole in Zhiyuan's chest and fell into his hand, he glanced at the dark golden staff, and said lightly: "Buddhism is supernatural, and it is really a bit of a doorway." ”

Zhiyuan ignored the injuries on his body, and said seriously: "The Lord of the Lu Pavilion has strange magical powers, may I ask which sect he belongs to?"

There was silver blood surging on Lu Kun's fingertips, he fiddled with his nails, re-inlaid them, and said slowly: "Lu is the master of the Wei State Body Refining Pavilion, and now in the Southwest Immortal Cultivation Realm, a quarter of the territory is under the control of the Body Refining Pavilion. ”

"Refining Pavilion ......"

Although Zhiyuan had never heard of this sect, through the battle just now, he could guess that its magical powers were all above the physical body.

He muttered, "The body refining exercises are unheard of in the immortal cultivation world, and the Lu Pavilion Lord has such a grudge against the Great Zhou Sect, could it be that they covet the exercises of the Body Refining Pavilion and try to steal the exercises of your sect?"

Lu Kun rubbed his fingers, the nails on them had recovered as before, as if they had never been broken, and he snorted coldly: "Those greedy guys have died in the hands of Lu, why, Huatian Temple is also interested in body refining exercises?"

"Good Great Spirit King Buddha. Zhiyuan recited a Buddha horn and said: "The secret art of Buddhism in Huatian Temple, the old man has not yet cultivated to the extreme, how can he covet other people's exercises." ”

"'Greed' is one of the three poisons, it is the great enemy of Buddhist practice, if you are greedy, your cultivation will not only stagnate, but even regress, how can this temple do this kind of self-destructive cultivation. ”

Lu Kun's eyes narrowed, and he found that Zhiyuan's eyes were extremely clear when he spoke, and he couldn't help but say lightly: "You old monk, you are really a bit of a Taoist." ”

Zhiyuan put away the dark golden staff, put his hands together and said: "Lord Lu Ge, this temple has no intention of fingering your sect's exercises, and the purpose of this trip is to spread the concept and practice of Buddhism in the southwest, and not to force any temple resources." ”

Lu Kun touched his chin and said, "If that's the case, you can think about it, but you have to wait until Lu finishes dealing with Da Zhou's affairs." ”

As he spoke, he waved one hand, and a delicate spirit boat appeared in the sky, and he said again: "By the way, Lu left a yin silk in the master's body, which contains a special fierce will. ”

"As long as Lu's mind moves, this will will explode, although it is not fatal, but under its impact, the soul and body will be damaged a lot. ”

"It's best for the master to return to Huatian Temple to heal well, Lu may come to visit, Yin'er, let's go." ”

Shi Yin'er kept staring at the ring scars on the heads of the two monks, her eyes rolled, she didn't know what she was thinking, she heard Lu Kun's greeting, she responded, her body flashed, she landed on the spirit boat, played a spiritual decision, controlled the flying boat, and galloped away in the distance.

After Zhiyuan heard Lu Kun's words, he was shocked, and he used his divine sense to carefully sense it, and found a faintly invisible silver blood cell in the wound on his chest.

Within the power of condensed qi and blood, there was a faint trace of the power of will that exuded a ferocious aura.

"It seems to contain the aura of true demon intent, and it seems to be pure ferocious intent, could it be that this Lu Pavilion Lord has comprehended the power of will and stepped into the realm of transforming gods in half a step?"

The mana in Zhiyuan's body surged, and he recovered the wound, but he didn't dare to touch the small ball of blood inside.

"Master, what should we do now, go back?" At this time, Ziqing, the little monk, shrunk his neck and said weakly.

Although he hid behind Zhiyuan and was not injured, the terrifying momentum in the battle just now really scared him a lot, and the other party injured the master of the late Yuan Infant period with a raised hand, I am afraid that it is more powerful than their abbot.

Zhiyuan didn't answer, but looked at the flying boat in the distance, and he suddenly remembered something: "Lord Lu said that he was here to deal with things, do you want to take revenge on the Great Zhou Sect?"

His expression changed slightly, and a golden light shrouded the little monk, turning into a ray of light that rose to the sky, and the divine thoughts of the great monk level surged into the distance: "Pavilion Master Lu, please wait for the old man......"