Chapter 44

The powerful strike that fused seven souls, the blade aura of the Green Dragon Crescent Slash seemed slow, but was actually extremely fast, slashing at the black lotus barrier.

Crack!

A loud noise.

A crack appeared on the black lotus platform in mid-air, followed by spreading rapidly like a spider web, and it didn't stop until the platform was covered with cracks.

Plop!

The black lotus platform lost its "color" and fell onto the sand.

Pfft! Lian Yi opened his mouth and spat out blood, looking at the black lotus platform that was covered with cracks on the ground, his back molars were almost crushed!

How could this be?

This person is only at the Seventh Rank, First Stage; even if his momentum is very condensed, he shouldn't have such destructive power.

He Zixuan's chin almost dropped to the ground.

He entered the black lotus barrier and suffered huge pressure just standing there, causing all his strength to be unable to be exerted.

Lu Fang used one Wu Hun: Green Dragon Crescent Slash to slash the black lotus platform, which was obviously a supreme treasure, into pieces!

The Snow Rakshasa blinked her big eyes, looked at Lu Fang, looked at the black lotus platform that was about to shatter, and then looked at Lu Fang; her eyes were shining.

Why do I feel he is so majestic!

Woo woo woo... I can't even give birth to a little bit of disgust.

Thinking carefully, he didn't seem to do anything wrong; was I too rude?

"A reed to sail!"

Lian Yi flashed, reached out and grabbed the black lotus platform, looked at Lu Fang with venomous eyes, and looked like he hadn't moved, but that was an afterimage, and he had already fled rapidly toward the east.

"Want to run?"

Lu Fang grinned, summoned the Mysterious Armor to attach to his body, and quickly chased toward Lian Yi.

Cut the weeds and dig up the roots, or the spring breeze will blow them back to life!

Take your life while you are sick!

This Lian Yi's strength is a bit abnormal; killing this person will definitely obtain great fortune, and anyway, he is a villain who hit the door on his own initiative, so he can't blame others!

The twenty-ninth year of Tianfeng.

The fourth of the eleventh month.

It has been three days since entering the Lower Upper Realm.

After Xiao Yunru beheaded a stone man, he absorbed the ownerless fortune the size of a thumb and said boredly:

"I don't know if that evil monk killed Lu Fang and the others!"

"Otherwise, go and see; if the evil monk didn't kill Lu Fang, I can still take action to kill him and obtain his fortune."

Xiao Yunru showed greed.

Lu Fang was a few years younger than him, yet he was named Lord Wenguan, apprenticed to the Semi-Sage Xu Han Yi, wrote two manifestation-level poems, and wrote three elegant texts.

He is basically a household name in Jingcheng; the fortune of such a person is destined not to be small!

Missing this opportunity, I don't know how long I have to wait for the next time.

Even if Lu Fang was killed by the evil monk, he would go to confirm it, so he wouldn't keep thinking about it, and he could also rest assured to seize other fortunes.

Xiao Yunru pondered for a moment and made up his mind.

Identifying the direction guided by the fragrance line worm, he flew rapidly.

On the way, Xiao Yunru casually wiped out a ghost tribe and rushed at full speed for half a day, arriving at a chaotic rock area.

There was a stone mountain towering into the sky here; although the mountain was not high, it looked particularly eye-catching in this boundless desert.

The mountain was full of strange rocks like dog teeth, and there was no grass on the mountain, looking particularly steep.

The source that made Xiao Yunru stop was that there was a shocking crack on the stone mountain towering into the sky, as if it had been artificially slashed out.

Someone fought here!

Xiao Yunru observed carefully for a while and came to a conclusion, but didn't stay too long and rushed toward a place rapidly.

Close!

The fragrance line worm flapped its tail excitedly, proving that Lu Fang was not far away.

Xiao Yunru walked for another hour or so and saw the Lu Fang he was desperately looking for in an oasis in the desert.

It's just that the situation seems a bit wrong!

Lu Fang, standing across the oasis of a few dozen feet, looked relaxed, watching the person opposite—Lian Yi!

The evil monk looked withered and listless, his chest heaving violently, and sweat beads oozing from his forehead.

The string of black Buddha beads he wore around his neck was gone, and there was a large bloodstain on the cassock at his chest.

"This..."

Xiao Yunru's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly hid in a sand pit.

After calming his complicated mood, he quietly exposed his eyes again, wanting to confirm whether what he saw just now was an illusion.

Lu Fang!

Evil monk!

This is not an illusion!

But how could it be the evil monk who was half-dead, while Lu Fang was in high spirits.

"You keep running!"

Lu Fang sneered.

Lian Yi panted heavily, reached out and wiped the sweat flowing into his eyes, lowered his eyelids and said:

"You chased and killed me for two days, why bother? You can't kill me; if you are willing to let me go, I can give you a great opportunity, how about it?"

Lu Fang shrugged and said: "Not interested."

"Doing it so absolutely is of no benefit to you!"

Lian Yi swallowed his dry and painful throat.

Lu Fang's eyes became colder and colder, and he walked toward the opposite bank, "I'm doing it absolutely? If my strength were a little worse, I'm afraid I would have been killed by you long ago; I remember you said that."

"You don't need to give me big principles."

"I am not a good person; killing you doesn't put any psychological pressure on me, not to mention you are a complete evil monk!"

"Your struggle now, in my eyes, only exposes that you have no trump cards left."

After saying that!

Petals of peach blossoms appeared around Lian Yi again; his face was extremely ugly. This damn extraordinary power made him only able to exert half of his strength.

Without any hesitation, he turned and ran again.

The Mysterious Armor on Lu Fang's body lit up, turned into a yellow light and landed in front of Lian Yi's escape, and held his hands in a virtual grip to accumulate power.

After entering the Seventh Rank, the speed of fusing strong souls accelerated greatly; in just a few breaths, he had already accumulated three souls of power.

His current "momentum" is enough to fuse ten souls of power; one can imagine that after entering the Seventh Rank, his strength has undergone a qualitative leap.

A strike with six souls of power is enough to solve the current Lian Yi.

"Wu Hun: Green Dragon Crescent Slash!"

The blade aura arrived slowly in Lian Yi's pupils, but he couldn't make any avoidance movements.

He is a reincarnated monk!

The future path is so bright and colorful.

Just like this, in a Seventh-Rank Lower Upper Realm, beheaded by a Confucian scholar who is only at the Seventh Rank, First Stage?

Plop!

Lian Yi's head with wide-open eyes rolled on the sand, full of unwillingness!

"Finally dead!"

Lu Fang's expression was indifferent.

He took out the Fortune Stone, absorbed the ownerless fortune the size of a basketball that rose from Lian Yi's corpse, and after searching for the storage bag, he came to the clear water by the oasis nearby and washed the bloodstains splashed on his face and hands.

"The evil monk was killed?"

Xiao Yunru retracted into the sand pit.

Lu Fang fought for so long, would he be exhausted? Would this be a good opportunity for a sneak attack?

Xiao Yunru, who was weighing the pros and cons, saw peach blossoms falling before his eyes.