Chapter 863 Guanzhu【Ask for a monthly pass! 】
The chest of the mirror image twitched, as if angry.
Chu Liang expressed his understanding for this. If the opponent's character is also copied, then think about the fact that the opponent in the battle squeezes his wool, and he may also be angry.
As his anger increased, the divine thunder lingering around his body boiled again, like warlike brontosauruses.
Chu Liang's side was also bright with thunder, and the thunder dragons on both sides were entangled, and there was a thunderous explosion without the two of them pushing.
"Do you think you can win against me with my supernatural powers and avenues? But you don't know what my strongest is." Chu Liang's voice was calm and confident. After confirming that there was nothing to be gained from the other party, he It seems that it is also planning to end the battle.
"What?" the mirror image asked in a deep voice.
Chu Liang opened his hands, a light and shadow swept out, and an avatar appeared beside him.
"Heh." The mirror image sneered: "What's so great about this?"
After all, he also opened his hand, copied a light and shadow, and also summoned an avatar outside the body.
The four Chu Liangs who were exactly the same in size and appearance looked at each other in dismay, making up enough equipment to play a table of mahjong.
"You have this..." Chu Liang also smiled lightly, then took out the ancient kitchen knife and handed it to the avatar, "Do you have this?"
Immediately afterwards, he summoned another clone, and handed over the pan **** bone to the clone, "Do you have this?"
Finally, he took out the Demon Slayer Sword himself, which was the weapon he was most familiar with. Holding it in his hand, he looked at the mirror image: "Where is this one, do you have it?"
The mirror image was silent for a while, without making a sound, but also summoned an avatar, the same three figures of Chu Liang, and then rushed over!
rustle—
Three Chu Liangs charge towards the other three Chu Liangs, and the battle between Chu Liangs is imminent!
Boom!
Thunderstorms and earth fires, magical soldiers with sharp blades, six Chu Liang battles together, it is really earth-shattering.
Different from the previous one-sided crushing, at this moment Chu Liang has mastered the fighting method of the eighth realm, fully mobilizing the divine sky between heaven and earth, and thunder dragons gather endlessly!
Boom—
Finally, there was a huge explosion, and the sky and thunder were scattered.
The body of the mirror image suddenly fell into the water, but instead of sinking, it hung above the water, eyes full of unwillingness.
He was covered in scars and blood, as if he was seriously injured and dying. The root cause was that he couldn't easily break through Chu Liang's defense during close combat. But Chu Liang was able to easily break through his physical body, and everyone had one.
Too lazy.
"You..." His eyes were full of unwillingness, "You rely on these foreign objects to win, what is your ability?"
"It seems that you haven't copied your wisdom." Chu Liang said ruthlessly, "Why is the foreign thing I earned by myself not considered a skill?"
"In addition..." he continued: "Thank you for your gift."
Before the words fell, a Thunder Dragon had already descended from the sky, blasting the mirrored body apart, turning it into a splash of water, and then dissolving it in the water.
After defeating the mirror image, a crack appeared in front of Chu Liang. Just as he was about to step out, a person suddenly walked out of the light.
The visitor was dressed in a blue-black Taoist robe, with a simple and indifferent face. It was Lu Cang whom Chu Liang had seen before.
People of the God Market View!
Chu Liang thumped in his heart, his face remained calm, and he smiled and said, "Senior Lu? I actually saw you here."
Lu Cang ignored his greetings, but said coldly: "Someone wants to see you."
"Look at this, it's a coincidence, I still have some things at home." A fool can feel that the person is not kind, Chu Liang waved his hand quickly, and said with a smile: "How about another day?"
Lu Cang didn't say any more nonsense, but directly raised his hand, and a golden light was about to imprison Chu Liang.
Draw the ground as a prison?
Chu Liang immediately unfolded No Distance, and dodged before the opponent's immortal spell hit the ground. For some reason, Lu Cang's immortal spell seemed to be particularly powerful.
But in the next moment, another golden light suddenly shot out from Lu Cang's sleeve.
Phew.
The golden light was like a spirit snake, which suddenly wrapped around Chu Liang's body, bound him tightly for more than a dozen times, cut off the heaven and earth road, and fell down in one fell swoop.
Lu Cang stretched out his hand again, and picked up Chu Liang.
"Demon binding rope?" Chu Liang immediately guessed the origin of this magic weapon.
The magic weapon in this form under the sun has such a powerful effect, the first thing he can think of is naturally the rope that binds the demon that Shushan lost in the Shenxu.
But even the demon-binding rope, which is at the forefront of Wanbaolu, should not have such a powerful power without the blessing of spiritual power against the monster race. After all, he has the eighth realm of cultivation bestowed by the Dao Puppet, so how can he be **** like a grandson by him?
It's not because Lu Cang has a high level of cultivation, but he seems to have injected a strange spiritual breath into this magic weapon, which is much stronger than ordinary true energy.
Before with Lu Chengchou and Mr. Lieyang, Chu Liang wondered why they could use the seventh-level cultivation base to flexibly drive such a powerful magic weapon. Thinking about it now, maybe it was also because of this wonderful spiritual breath?
It looks purer and more powerful, and can do things that are difficult for true qi.
Hulala was shrouded in black clouds, and Chu Liang guessed that he was covered by Lu Cang with the universe in his sleeve. Being tightly restrained at this moment, he has no room to struggle, so he can only go with him first. Fortunately, he didn't seem to come here to avenge his son, and it seemed that Shenxu Temple had no intention of killing himself, otherwise Lu Cang could have done it right there.
There were endless rumors all the way, and after a while, Lu Cang stopped.
When Chu Liang saw the sun again, he found himself in a quaint pavilion. The interior of the house is simple, and it seems that all the furnishings have a certain age, but it is very clean, almost spotless.
The aura in the air was very strong, and he couldn't help taking a few deep breaths, only to feel extremely fresh and refreshed.
"Senior..." He wanted to ask something.
Lu Cang spoke first, "Is Lu Chengchou dead?"
"I didn't do it." Chu Liang blurted out the answer.
"Oh." Lu Cang couldn't see the sadness, but said with some emotion, "After all, we will die."
Doesn't seem to care much about who killed his son.
Looking at Chu Liang's cautious eyes, he said indifferently: "You don't have to worry that I will retaliate against you. His fate has long been recorded in the heavenly scriptures. I just took him out of the Shenxu Temple because of a fluke. It is useless to think that you can stay away from the world in this way.”
"It's good that seniors can see it." Chu Liang breathed a sigh of relief: "Anyway, you are at the time when the dragon and the tiger are fierce, and the Lu family is incense..."
"Just wait here, someone will come to see you." Lu Cang glared at him angrily, and was about to leave with a flick of his sleeve.
"Senior, can you tell who it is?" Chu Liang asked hastily.
Before going out, Lu Cang answered slowly: "The Lord."
The Lord of the God Market?
That is, the real ruler of this mysterious and unpredictable place?
Chu Liang's heart couldn't help but feel a little nervous, thinking that what he was about to meet might be the most secretive and powerful person in the world.
As soon as Lu Cang walked on his front feet, a pair of hands on his back feet slowly pushed the door of the room open.
Chu Liang turned against the light and saw that the person who opened the door was wearing the same bluish-black Taoist robe, cloth shoes and white socks. He was of medium build and slightly thick. The appearance is very familiar, the shape of the brain and the shape of the face are very square, the face is generous, the eyes are indifferent, and there are three long beards on the lips.
Seeing such a face, Chu Liang couldn't help but shrink his pupils.
"Fang..." He called out, paused, and called out the name again: "Senior Brother Yuan?!"
good evening.
(end of this chapter)