Haokong nine hits, in the sea of knowledge of the fury swing, nine hammers in a row, actually hit the reckless fox flew out upside down.

After four levels in a row, Lu Chen was close to running out of oil and dried up, and at this moment, Haokong Jiuda consumed nearly ninety percent of his divine soul power, only to see that Luo Tu was killing gloomily, and ten thousand swords shrouded Lu Chen's sea of knowledge: "As the master of the hall, you must have boundless mana, peerless mystical skills, the winner is the king, the emperor, and the god, eat my Senluo ghost sword." ”

Lu Chen closed his eyes in disappointment, these countless knives could not resist at all, and he had nothing to do, so he could only wait for death.

"Not true. Just as he was about to choose to give up, the figure of the old man in the strange mirror suddenly appeared in Lu Chen's mind, and that piece of advice still sounded.

"This is consciousness, it's divine consciousness, why am I taking it seriously, since it's divine consciousness, these swords are not real. Not really, not really. Lu Chen was silent, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Damn, how can there be such a powerful sword technique, Dao Ye is not convinced." ”

"Haokong Hundred Tempering~"

Since it was a battle between the divine consciousness, there was no real discipline to be found, and Lu Chen's subconscious power was fully exerted, and he began to delusionally think that he had learned the Haokong Hundred Refinements.

Hundreds of hammer shadows really wanted to shoot out of the sea, facing the ten thousand swords, they were extremely powerful, and the ten thousand swords dissipated, and Na Luo Tu returned with a feather.

"Won. Lu Chen's expression was overjoyed, forgetting that it was not so easy to pass the test, Wu Zi spurted out the fifth mouthful of blood, and crawled on the ground with a bang, and it was difficult to think about it.

At this moment, Zhu Yan flew in, eight big hands waved, and eight magic weapons rolled up boundless mana, tightly surrounding Lu Chen.

"The deity also asks, when you cultivate, what is the end of the path of absolation?"

"Holy. Lu Chen angrily wanted to scold his mother, and said in his heart: "Dao Ye has just cultivated the Dao, how can he know what the end is." ”

Angry, Lu Chen clenched his fist with his hand and slammed the ground fiercely, and said angrily: "Bastard, you cheated me, I don't know, come on, turn me into a demon, Dao Ye is the first to eat you." ”

Lu Chen, who was full of grief and anger, was ready to turn into a demon, but after he scolded angrily, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

"Why is there no sound?" Lu Chen was still puzzled, and slowly opened his eyes a slit, how could there be the shadow of the soul of the sixth generation hall master.

In front of him, there was only a scroll wrapped in black gas, quietly suspended in his eyes.