Chapter 217 Thunder Kill
"...Are you Uncle Lu?"
Lu Changan followed the voice and looked at the Feng Kingdom Foundation Establishment cultivator who spoke.
It was a man in a long gown who was nearly thirty years old, with a handsome and fair face, a straight figure, and a dignified appearance.
If this person is a few years younger, his appearance and temperament are somewhat similar to Lu Changan.
"Nephew Jiu'an?"
Lu Changan showed surprise. He didn't expect that "Mu Jiu'an", who had talked with Li Erqing a few days ago, would encounter him in this situation.
The last time I met Mu Jiuan was a sixty years ago.
At that time, Mu Jiuan was a disciple of the elder Jinyangzong, and together with Taoist Yu Yufu, came to Wuqi Mountain to visit Lu Changan, and once sent a valuable tribute.
However, Mu Jiuan reluctantly went to visit Lu Changan because of his father's urging.
There is no real uncle and nephew relationship between the two parties.
Because he was taken to Feng country when he was young, and married a wife to cultivate immortality in Jinyangzong, Mu Jiu'an naturally felt alienated from Liang country and even relatives and friends from his father's generation.
Coupled with the long distance and the hostility between the two countries, it can be regarded as a cut off communication.
"Junior Brother Jiu'an, do you know this person?"
In the team, a red-robed man in the late stage of foundation establishment said with a slight frown.
Mu Jiuan looked embarrassed, forced a smile, and said via voice transmission:
"Brother Guang, this is one of my elders in the Liang Kingdom. Uncle Lu is just a casual cultivator, not a member of the sect. Can you let him go?"
"As your elder, with a youthful appearance at this age, a disciple with Xuanshuigui as his mount, and whose mana exceeds that of ordinary sects... Are you sure he is just an insignificant casual cultivator?"
Brother Guang sneered, his tone was not kind, and he seemed suspicious.
"Junior Brother Jiu'an! Earlier we chose to attack Fengye Huang's family as a warning to everyone else. Moreover, we have given you enough face by not attacking your father's family."
"Now, not only did you fail to instigate the mu family of Feiyue Lake, but you want to save another elder who has no blood relationship with you?"
Mu Jiuan opened his mouth, speechless.
In the early years, he was accepted as a disciple by the elder of the Jinyang Sect, and married the elder's granddaughter. He was like a fish in water in the sect, and got a lot of tilt in resources.
However, 20 years ago, Mu Jiuan, the elder master of the late Zhendan period, unfortunately fell in the battle of cultivating immortals.
Although there are still some contacts from the same sect, the situation and treatment in the sect are not as good as before.
Otherwise, he would not be performing dangerous missions in enemy territory.
Although I also want to fight for the military exploits and compete for the resources of alchemy.
"Jiu'an, since he is an old man you know, the old man is the master, and leave him a way out."
An old voice came.
In the dense forest half a mile away from Lu Changan's back, an old man in a green robe appeared out of thin air among the treetops.
"A real person who is good at concealment?"
Lu Changan felt a shudder down his spine, because he had only just discovered the location of this person.
To be able to penetrate behind the enemy's front line and lead a team to perform tasks, the leader naturally has a unique ability.
"Uncle Xie Lu!"
Mu Jiuan looked happy, and all the foundation-building monks bowed to salute.
"However, it is an exception to leave someone alive. If this person is allowed to leave without cost, the old man will not be convinced!"
Uncle Lu changed the topic, stared at Lu Changan who was riding a big tortoise with his long and narrow eyes, and said coldly:
"Hand over the storage bag, leave the water turtle... Get out!"
Mu Jiuan's face changed slightly when he heard the words, and he didn't plead any more.
Spiritual pet mounts, belongings in storage bags, these are all belongings outside the body.
Being able to save Lu Changan's life, he thought he had done his best.
"Nephew Jiu'an, we will meet later."
Lu Changan said goodbye to Mu Jiuan with a smile on his face.
The Fengguo monks who were present thought he had given in.
However, Lu Changan did not hand over the storage bag, took out a quasi-third-level blue talisman, and shot it under the belly of the Xuanshui turtle.
Wow! boom!
A huge dark blue wave, surrounded by a turtle and a person, rushed towards the left side of the front.
Fengguo's fake alchemy real person was at the rear, and Lu Chang'an chose to break out from the encirclement.
Mu Jiuan was on the right side of the front, and Lu Changan didn't want to embarrass him, so he chose the left side of the front as the breakthrough point.
The quasi-third-level water spell, with a terrifying momentum, changed the color of the three foundation cultivators on that side.
With the help of the water system waves from the same source, the mysterious water turtle's flight speed increased greatly, faintly surpassing the monks in the late stage of foundation establishment.
"Block!"
The "Senior Brother Guang" who had a bad relationship with Mu Jiu'an, with a sharp voice, sacrificed a prototype of a magic weapon in the shape of an iron ring, which turned into a giant wheel of six or seven feet, shining with dazzling brilliance, and shot to intercept Lu Changan.
Accompanied by senior brother Guang, there were also three mid-stage foundation-establishment monks.
Puff puff!
The dark blue giant wave was blocked by the prototype of the magic weapon of Senior Brother Guang and the top grade magic weapons of the three foundation builders.
"As expected of the elite Foundation Establishment of the Nascent Soul Sect, facing fake alchemy-level spells calmly."
Lu Changan calmed down and patted the storage bag lightly.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three puppets, floating on the blue waves.
The one at the top is the second-level top turtle puppet.
After that, there are two archer puppets, which are the second-tier top grade and the second-tier top grade.
There was a loud bang.
The tortoise puppet rushed over, knocking Brother Guang's iron ring-shaped magic weapon prototype several feet away.
Brother Guang was shocked, he stabilized the prototype of the magic weapon with dim aura, and found that the turtle puppet was not injured at all.
"It's so tough! The defensive power of this turtle puppet is comparable to that of a third-order monster!"
Brother Guang in the late stage of foundation establishment, under the brutal impact of the tortoise puppet, could only barely parry, and kept retreating.
At the same time, the long-range attack of the two bow and arrow puppets and the water ripple spell cast by the mysterious water turtle suppressed the other three monks in the middle stage of foundation establishment.
This scene made Mu Jiuan and the other three lose their minds.
Lu Changan suppressed the four foundation-building elites of the sect with only one person, including Senior Brother Guang who controlled the prototype of the magic weapon.
Mu Jiu'an knew that Senior Brother Guang was half as strong as himself.
Mu Jiuan didn't make a move because of his elders. The two foundation builders beside him had a good relationship with him, and Lu Changan was hesitant to break through in a direction other than this.
The next scene made them very grateful for their decision.
Lu Changan scolded loudly and waved his sleeve robe.
Chick—
Accompanied by magic-level spiritual fluctuations, a gold-plated half-moon black sword light, riding the wind and waves, passed several foundation-building monks in Feng Kingdom.
"not good!"
Uncle Lu, who was slowly approaching from behind, suddenly changed his expression.
The power of this knife is obviously surpassing the prototype of the ordinary magic weapon, and it can stand up to the fake alchemy real person.
"Ah! Ah!"
Where the blade glowed, the body shield shattered, blood splattered, and the corpse split.
The two mid-stage foundation-builders who were suppressed by the puppets were caught off guard and were enraged on the spot.
"Hiss!"
The third monk in Foundation Establishment sacrificed a life-saving talisman at a critical moment to block the remaining power of the black gold sword light, and was injured himself, losing an arm.
However, he didn't hold on for a while, and was pierced through his head by a long-range arrow from the second-tier top bow and arrow puppet, his body froze, and he fell to the ground unwillingly.
Three people in the middle stage of foundation establishment were killed by Lu Changan in just two breaths.
In the direction of breaking out, only Senior Brother Guang in the late stage of Foundation Establishment remained.
"Junior Brother Jiu'an, save me—"
Brother Guang's scalp was numb and he called for help.
Three Zhuji died, and he was beaten by three powerful puppets and Xuanshui turtles alone. The prototype of the magic weapon controlled by him was weak.
He sacrificed a quasi-third-level talisman, and under the siege, the aura suddenly dimmed, almost shattered while breathing.
Chick!
At this time, Lu Changan controlled the prototype of the magic weapon, and the black gold scimitar slashed towards his face.
"Stop!"
Uncle Lu, who is pretending to be Daoist Dan, speeds up from behind, frightened and angry.
"snort!"
Lu Changan snorted coldly, like the sound of thunder.
Brother Guang took out the second amulet, and his movements froze for a moment.
The next moment, his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
"Brother Guang!"
Mu Jiuan took a deep breath and shuddered.
Watching helplessly that Senior Brother Guang, who had a bad relationship with him, was split in two from head to body, top to bottom.
In the gap where Lu Changan killed four foundation builders one after another.
Squeak!
An orange-purple rat demon flashed quickly on the ground and in mid-air, picking up the storage bags of these people one by one.
Almost as soon as Lu Changan finished killing, the rock mouse sent the spoils to the turtle's back.
"Um."
Lu Changan nodded with a smile, put away the spoils, and glanced at Mu Jiuan on the right.
"Uncle Lu..."
Mu Jiuan's pupils shrank, his throat squirmed, a smile appeared on his face, and his body instinctively stepped back.
Looking at this youthful, peaceful and indifferent Uncle Lu, his heart was shocked, and he felt an unspeakable sense of fear and strangeness.
Father, Li Erqing, is grateful and respectful to this Uncle Lu. He once disapproved and reluctantly went to visit him.
If there were no visits back then, the two would not have known each other at all.
Then today's encounter, Lu Changan made a move without any scruples, and Mu Jiuan might end up in the same ending as Senior Brother Guang and the other four.
…
"Who is your Excellency, who dares to kill my Jinyangzong monk!"
Accompanied by the fake real person's spiritual pressure, the ghostly figure of the green-robed old man rushed to the scene.
"Lu is just a casual cultivator."
Lu Changan put the tortoise puppet behind him, and the two bow and arrow puppet were on both sides.
The strength he showed just now, combined with the powerful puppet lineup, is enough to stand up to the fake real person.
Uncle Lu suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and out of some scruples, he sacrificed the magic weapon, but he didn't dare to do it lightly.
He naturally didn't believe it. Lu Changan was just an ordinary casual cultivator, so he probably had a lot of background.
If he knew that Lu Changan had such strength, Uncle Lu would never dare to make such a decision.
Their team of monks, lurking behind the battlefield in Liang Guo, mainly instigated rebellion and secretly rebelled, and did not have the capital to confront the Liang Guozong sect head-on.
In essence, it is guerrilla warfare, avoiding the real and using the false.
"Uncle Lu."
Mu Jiu'an's three Foundation Establishment monks breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried over to join them.
Lu Changan did not stop him either.
"Thinking of Jiu'an's little nephew's love, let me wait for a way out today."
Lu Changan's eyes glanced over Lu Shishu and Mu Jiu'an lightly.
Shua!
With a wave of his sleeve robe, Lu Changan put away the puppet and sat on the black water turtle.
Following the original route, the big dark blue tortoise, carrying the calm man in white, stepped on the waves and broke through the sky.
Watching off the one person and one tortoise going away, Uncle Lu's complexion was uncertain.
Even though Lu Changan accepted the puppet, he still didn't dare to make a move.
Looking at Lu Changan's calm and unhurried posture, he felt that the other party still had more strength and was unfathomable.
"Uncle Lu, what should we do now?"
"Collect the corpse, evacuate the scene!"
Uncle Lu gritted his teeth and made a decision.
With Lu Changan's strength and means, he only needs to entangle them, and when Liang Guozong's support is provided, this group of elite monks from the Feng Kingdom alone will not escape catastrophe.
Lu Changan's words before he left were not exaggerations.
Received the corpses of their fellow disciples, this group of elite monks from Feng Kingdom evacuated quickly.
"Uncle Lu..."
On the way, Mu Jiuan noticed the deep eyes of the green-robed real person looking at him, and lowered his head in shame.
Master Lu looked at him meaningfully:
"Don't blame yourself. If you weren't this person's junior, we might all be buried in Liang Guo..."
(end of this chapter)