Passive Cultivation of Techniques: Training to Become Buddha in a Demonic Sect

Chapter 58: I'm Born to Help Others

boom.

The incoming person fell twenty feet away, revealing his figure and face.

He is a pocky man with a mole on the corner of his eyebrows. He looks about forty years old.

"Disciple, Chen Yishen, pay homage to the head!"

The pocky-faced man bowed his hands in salute.

In the crowd, someone immediately surprised:

"Chen Yishen, is he an incredibly powerful senior who can control 300 Feijian?"

"It's him!"

"What he cultivates is the True Art of Defending Ghosts, the mana of the Hundred Ghosts is added, and the mana is powerful and extraordinary!"

...

Lu Li frowned when he heard these sounds.

There was also a look of interest on his face.

Can the foundation be built to defend three hundred flying swords?

It's really amazing!

"Boy, are you ready? Don't blame me for bullying the small, you are really too arrogant and too arrogant!"

The Mai man's eyes were sharp.

"bring it on."

Lu Li was composed and hooked his fingers.

"Humph."

Seeing his disdain, the Ma Yi man's eyes flashed with anger, and a black ghost erupted all over his body, swelling and covering his figure.

The next moment, a black sword light shot out from the ghost energy, electric light flint!

Already killed an inch before Lu Li's eyebrows!

The sword light is sharp and sharp enough to penetrate the city wall of Baizhang King Kong!

It is a high-grade spiritual weapon!

Seeing that Lu Carp was about to die under the black sword light, at the moment of the moment, two slender golden and white fingers, with a wisp of human smoke and fire, curled and clamped gently.

In this way, the black sword light was clamped.

Jianguang also revealed its true shape.

It is a small black sword three inches long and thin as a cicada's wings.

"Ok?"

Amidst the ghostly air, there was a sound of surprise from a man with a pockmarked face.

Hum.

The black little sword trembles violently and makes a sound of a sword sound, like a giant dragon, and begins to struggle, wanting to break free and fly away.

However, Lu Li's **** were as firm as a sacred mountain, tightly clamped.

The black little sword could not move.

"hateful!"

The numb-faced man gritted his teeth.

Whoops whoops!

Immediately afterwards, sword lights, black, white, red, yellow, purple, green, blue... Hundreds of sword lights, shot out from the ghost, and burst into a rain of colorful swords. Kill it!

Every sword light is sharp and penetrates the sea of ​​gold, stone, mountains and seas!

They are all middle-grade spirit weapons!

"Your sword is slow and inaccurate. It's too weak. Just want to kill people? Go home and kill pigs!" At this moment, a cold light flashed in Lu Li's eyes.

The other big palm suddenly lifted up, clenched a fist, and blasted out!

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

Accompanied by the sound of a sonic boom in the air with the falling of the sky.

Hundreds of boxing shadows, golden light, appeared in front of Lu Li instantly.

It's like a golden boxing mask, covering the whole body.

"Idiot! I dared to pick up my flying sword with a flesh and blood body, looking for death..." Amidst the ghostly spirit, there was a disdainful sneer from the pocky man.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding...

Only a series of crisp sounds can be heard.

Sparks flew in the air.

The colorful sword rain and the golden fist shadow banged together, bursting out a continuous and crisp sound.

Resounded throughout the audience!

Everyone looked at them and was shocked to find that all the flying swords were directly beaten by the golden fist shadow and trembling violently in the air, and the aura flickered and dimmed.

It was really blocked!

Moreover, the powerful and terrifying power also dazzled the spirit weapons! Great loss of spirituality!

Under the shocking gaze of everyone, Lu Li rolled his hand with a big hand, and gathered all the flying swords in his hands.

Then, suddenly rubbing!

Click, click, click.

All the flying swords were rubbed into a ball of broken copper and rotten iron by him, thrown to the ground casually, the aura completely dimmed and disappeared.

puff.

In the ghostly spirit, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Obviously, the flying sword was damaged, and this pocky-faced man was also seriously injured.

boom.

At this moment, the earth seemed to shake.

Lu Li had a cold face with evil spirits, and his whole body was shining with golden light, like a cannonball, rushing into the ghost mist.

The next moment, a man with a pocky face was shot directly out of the sky, arched, like a cooked prawn, accompanied by surging ghosts, and rushed into the sky.

Then, Lu Li's figure rose up into the sky and appeared above the pocky-faced man, with his right leg raised above his head, as if a big axe was smashing the mountain and slammed down.

Click.

The spine of the pocky-faced man was kicked into a ‘v’, and he fell to the ground fiercely.

Blood spurted from his mouth.

Before he fell down, Lu Li was like a meteor, crashing to the ground, turning his waist like a dragon, rotating 360 degrees, bringing up a strong tornado, a heavy kick, and sweeping across the fallen sack-faced man.

boom.

There was a resounding sound.

The pocky-faced man was completely kicked out hundreds of meters and fell into the crowd.

Then, Lu Li sprinkled a handful of paper money.

Amidst the flying paper money, he turned and walked to the white jade steps to the sky, and sneered at Li Jing: "Brother Li, you can build a new grave next to your brother's grave. In this way, your brother will also have a companion on Huangquan Road. However, you don’t have to thank me, who told me that I’m naturally willing to help others."

"..."

Li Jing didn't speak, his forehead bounced, his fists clenched, his expression gloomy and dripping.

There was silence in the audience.

Even the ghost emperor Yin Ming in front of the martial hall, and a group of Transformation God Yuan Ying, all looked solemnly, staring at Lu Li without making a sound.

At this moment, everyone knows that Lu Li is so violent and perverted in his flesh, he is infinitely powerful!

That kick just now, with a force of 250,000 jin, opened the mountain and cracked the rock!

"Why, no one is there anymore?"

At this moment, Lu Li turned his eyes and swept the audience coldly: "The foundation of my ghost sect is just like water? It's all rubbish? I can't even win a foundation building that I just broke through? "

Arrogant!

Extremely arrogant!

In the crowd, many true stories about the completion of the foundation were eager to come up.

However, it is not cost-effective!

It's a matter of course to win, and to lose your reputation.

Li Jing couldn't help but want to make a move, but he held his own identity and really wanted to make a move, so he fell behind.

So he gritted his teeth and made another gesture.

"Boy, I will teach you a lesson!"

The next moment, a deep voice sounded.

A burly man with a white cloak jumped up and crashed down onto the white jade steps to the sky, his eyes piercing, and his bronze skin shone with a metallic luster in the sun.

The whole body is masculine and fierce, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

The realm is the completion of foundation building.

"It turned out to be Brother Ji Si!"

"It's stable now!"

"Brother Ji, teach this kid, it's better to beat him to death!"

...

Someone shouted angrily.

"Boy, you're just being tyrannical by your physical strength. It just so happens that my physical strength is not bad, so I'll hit you!"

The burly man squeezed his fists.

"Finally there is an opponent worthy of seriousness! Come on!"

There was also a war intent in Lu Li's eyes.

He is also eager for a fist fight!

"it is good!"

At this moment, the burly man suddenly burst into thunder.

A golden light spouted from his mouth.

Shoo.

The golden light flew up and turned into a golden mountain with a big house in the air, and it pressed down against Lu Carp.

"Ok?"

Lu Li only felt dark on the top of his head, without saying a word, with one hand, he held the fallen Jinshan abruptly.

But the next moment, Jinshan fell sharply.

The terrifying power of Zhongruo Three Mountains and Five Sacred Mountains pressed hard and pressed his knees to a sharp bend.

Lu Li took a stride and held Jinshan with his hands high.

This golden mountain weighs at least 300,000 catties!

At this moment, black magic patterns appeared at the bottom of Jinshan, flashing red light, and a powerful suction was born out of thin air, and it began to absorb the blood mana in the land carp.

"Soldiers are not tired of fraud, Junior Brother, you are still too tender! Go back and practice for a few years!"

Accompanied by the voice of the burly man.

A bronze fist, as big as a clay pot, blasted violently, as if to blast through the sun and the moon, and hit Lu Li's chest violently.

when!

A soft sound like the bell of an ancient temple came from Lu Li's chest, faintly spreading beyond the white clouds.

puff.

The clothes burst open.

Was shocked by the huge force.

Lu Li's golden chest was revealed.

"how can that be?"

The burly man kept his punching posture, his eyes wide as bells, and his face was shocked and shocked.

Lu Li leaned on his horse, supported the mountain, his body remained motionless, and showed him a friendly smile: "Brother, I'm here to test you. Talk to the eunuch, and type an idiom?"

Before the voice fell, one knee bumped, and he hit hard.

Powerful Vajra Mantra! Quadruple increase!

Six hundred thousand catties of force crit!

Snapped! Snapped!

Chicken fly egg beat.

The burly man instantly turned pale as paper, his eyes protruding from his eye sockets, and his whole body slumped to the left and fell to the ground.

The mouth opened and closed unconsciously.

It's like a goldfish thrown ashore.

When the man present saw this scene, his legs tightened instantly and his face changed drastically.

Then, they saw that Lu Li moved away with a lift of both arms, his figure flickered.

boom.

The golden mountain with the big house fell down and smashed down with a loud bang.

Lu Li took out a handful of paper money, sprinkled it at random, looked down on the audience, and asked coldly, "Who else will die?"

The sound falls.

No one answered.

The fear of seven emotions surging like the sea, covering the sky and the earth, surging surgingly.