Chapter 202: A Slap 'That looks like a clown.' These words were not uttered by someone else. This spontaneously emerged in the mind of the Purple Mansion Saint. At this moment, it wasn't just others who thought he looked like a clown. Even he himself thinks so. To him, this scene was even more cruel than killing someone and destroying their heart. He has no defense left to break. He was insane. His Taoism heart was completely broken. If he were to be in another world of cultivating immortals, his current state would be that of a demon. There is no need for others to laugh at him or ridicule him.
In his own mind, there were already voices mocking and ridiculing him. "Don't you want to broaden your horizons and know what gift Lu Zhou gave to the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan?" 'Now you see.' 'It is the complete imperial scripture created by Emperor Fuxi!' "How was it? Were you surprised or surprised?" 'Did it open your eyes?' 'Is Lu Zhou's hand big?' "For the Wind Clan, what could be more valuable than the Fuxi Emperor Scripture created by their ancestor Emperor Fuxi?" This was not a slap in the face, because from beginning to end, Lu Zhou had never said a single word to him. He is narrow-minded and self-righteous, thinking that this is Lu Zhou's gift to the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan. "Hahaha" He was insane. He laughed. The members of the Youfeng tribe frowned, and the face of the Saint Lord of Zifu turned ashen. Because at this moment, the entire Feng tribe came together to thank the nobleman of his family. For the Feng tribe members, this was an extremely solemn and sacred moment. But the Saint Son of Zifu was laughing like a madman. "Good, good, you are all good, you all deserve to die." While laughing, he uttered such words from time to time. This should be what he really thinks.
People were stunned. They didn't expect that the famous Son of Purple Mansion, who always appeared to be so gentle and elegant, would be like this. 'This is his true face!' Many people have had this thought. The world was very quiet. He became the brightest kid in the crowd, attracting everyone's attention once again. The faces of those who came from Zifu Holy Land to celebrate the birthday all turned extremely ugly. It was blue and red, and burning, and I felt like my face was also covered in it. The eyes of the Purple Mansion Saint Lord turned indifferent when he looked at the Purple Mansion Saint Son. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to take the Holy Son of Purple Mansion away to prevent him from continuing to embarrass himself here. Besides this, he also had the idea of protecting the Holy Son of Purple Mansion. After all, the Saint Son of Zifu is still his Zifu's person. How to deal with the Saint Son of Zifu, whether to kill him or disable him, has to be decided by his Zifu. What is certain is that the Holy Son of Zifu is definitely finished. It is estimated that the people in Zifu Holy Land may dislike him even more than some outsiders and hate him even more. This is something everyone can think of. The sleeves of the Purple Mansion Saint Lord's robe seem to be able to cover the sky and the sun. This is the world in his sleeves, rolling towards the Purple Mansion Saint Son. But suddenly, red light flashed in the eyes of the Saint of Zifu. He took out a gourd and a rotten wooden hammer to block the Purple Mansion Saint's casual roll. At the same time, he fled quickly and escaped outside the Wind Clan's Eight Hundred Divine Islands. This scene was beyond the expectations of the Saint Lord of Purple Mansion, and his expression became even uglier. He didn't expect that the Son of Purple Mansion would dare to resist. Isn't this a slap in his face? If he had known this earlier, he would definitely not have just rolled it up so casually. He didn't say anything, his figure became illusive and he chased in the direction where the Son of Purple Mansion fled. Many people followed closely, including Ye Fan and Big Black Dog, they all wanted to see how the situation would develop. After what happened, the birthday celebration of the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan was bound to be disrupted. The gourd of the Saint of Purple Mansion was very extraordinary. He stood on the gourd, holding a rotten wooden hammer in his hand, and flew very fast. In a short while, he had flown out of the Eight Hundred Divine Island of the Wind Clan. But even though he was extremely fast, some people had already realized that this was most likely the result of the Wind Clan and the Purple Mansion Saint's neglect. If not, this is the Wind Clan, and there must be the imprint of the shocking formation pattern. Without the permission of the Wind Clan, how could the Son of Purple Mansion successfully step out of the Wind Clan's ancestral land. The Wind Clan members were mindful that today was the 1,500th birthday of their Saint Lord, and that it was not appropriate to see blood in the Wind Clan's ancestral land. The Holy Lord of the Wind Clan was mindful of his friendship with the Holy Lord of Purple Mansion. He is just a Purple Mansion Saint Son, and is not taken seriously by the Wind Clan Saint Lord. He believes that the Purple Mansion Saint Lord can handle it.
In the end, the Saint Lord of Purple Mansion failed to deal with the Saint Son of Purple Mansion. Because just when the Saint Son of Purple Mansion had just stepped out of the Wind Clan’s ancestral land and was only a hundred miles away, a figure appeared in front of him and blocked his way. "Luzhou." The Saint of Zifu, whose eyes were still red, let out a roar. He hated Lu Zhou so much and thought that everything he had today was caused by Lu Zhou. His roar was heard by many people who were chasing him from behind. People subconsciously turned their heads to look at the figure in the crowd. What a huge hatred, what a huge resentment, what a huge obsession! While fleeing, the Saint Son of Zifu did not forget to hate Lu Zhou who was traveling with everyone else. But in a flash, some people were stunned. Because, from a distance, they saw the Purple Mansion Saint Son in the distance being slapped to pieces by another Lu Zhou. Before he was blown to pieces, he only left behind his last words in this world. "I'll wait for you downstairs. Hahaha." In the sky, blood and broken bones were flying. Outside the area where blood and broken bones were flying, there were two figures standing. One is Lu Zhou, the other is the Holy Lord of Zifu! Lu Zhou killed the Purple Mansion Saint Son in front of the Purple Mansion Saint Lord. Under the gazes of many people, he slapped the Purple Mansion Saint Son to death with one slap. This is very domineering! Everyone knew that the Saint Son of Zifu had ulterior motives and had offended Baxian to death. And Baxian has always been a man who never delays revenge. That was what happened when he took down the Yaoguang Holy Land. Now that he was able to kill the Purple Mansion Saint Son outside the Wind Clan's ancestral land, he was already saving face for the Wind Clan and even for the Purple Mansion Holy Land. 'hiss' Some people were gasping. An exclamation was uttered. "What kind of terrifying fighting power is this?" "Is the gap between a Saint Son-level being and a Tyrant Immortal already this big?" "What about him?" There were also some people who were still confused. They looked at Lu Zhou in front of them, and then looked at Lu Zhou who was standing in the crowd with Ye Fan and others. They didn't understand why two identical Lu Zhou suddenly appeared.
"This is the technique of transforming one qi into three pure ones, which is recorded in the taboo chapter of the Taoist scriptures." "Ba Xian once used this skill when he was protecting the Ji family's divine body from disaster outside the Fire Region." Someone explained the reason and said he had witnessed the scene with his own eyes. Hearing the words "bear the robbery", Ji Haoyue in the crowd almost turned pale. Ji Ziyue beside him never took his eyes off Ye Fan. 'hiss' Someone gasped again. "The Taoist body of Tyrant Immortal can actually slap the Saint of Purple Mansion to pieces?" "He he he" Some of the older generation were shocked. Some of Lu Zhou's peers once again felt more powerless in their hearts. “It is such a pity to be in the same era as him.” "His brilliance is too dazzling. Among his peers, no one in the Eastern Wasteland can compete with him." "Perhaps only those from Zhongzhou, Ximo, Nanling, and Beiyuan can compete with him now?" Someone sighed. In the sky, the blood and broken bones of the Purple Mansion Saint had already fallen. In that area, only the expressionless Purple Mansion Saint Lord was left, standing opposite Lu Zhou's Taoist body. "I never provoked him. He died in my hands, and we are all better off." All along, the relationship between the Saint Lord of Zifu and Lu Zhou has been pretty good! When he was in the Holy City of the Northern Territory, he tried to win over Lu Zhou, who had not yet entered Yaoguang. Lu Zhou had a good impression of him. Plus, there’s also the reason for Zixia. Because of this, at this moment, Lu Zhou Daoshen uttered these words. If it weren't for these reasons. Then Old Peng Wang will understand. You never know what Lu Zhou will say at this moment. "I blew him up, and you dare to object?" His words reached the ears of the Saint Lord of Purple Mansion and were also heard by the people who were standing in the distance. Some of the older people nodded subconsciously. I think this result is indeed the best. The Holy Son of Zifu had offended too many people before. While practicing, monks focus on clearing their thoughts.
If a grudge is not avenged and cannot be let go, it will definitely cause the heart of Tao to be tarnished and polluted. Others may think of these things, but as the leader of a holy land, Saint Lord Zifu naturally understands them. In fact, even if Lu Zhou had not killed the Saint of Zifu, he was also prepared to kill the Saint of Zifu himself and replace Zifu with a new Saint. "After this matter is over, I want to visit Zifu." At this moment, Lu Zhou's Taoist body spoke again. One Qi becomes Three Pure Ones. There is no distinction between the Tao body and the original body. After performing this technique, the Tao body is the original body and the original body can also be the Tao body. The Saint Lord of Zifu nodded, and his figure disappeared from that place, and Lu Zhou's Taoist body also dissipated. Not only him left directly, but also the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan and other important figures. People were talking about it, and the Purple Mansion Saint Son became the first Saint Son to fall in this era. He was destined to be talked about by many people for a long time, just like the Holy Maiden of the Yin-Yang Sect. Just as people were talking about this, they were returning to the Wind Clan's ancestral land. There was a flash of cold light in front of Lu Zhou and Ye Fan. There was a chilling murderous intent that made some people feel cold on their backs, and in a trance, scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood appeared before their eyes. And that cold light seemed to be able to illuminate the nine provinces, becoming the eternity between heaven and earth. Two extremely faint shadows flashed out from the void, holding an iron sword, and stabbed at the eyebrows of Lu Zhou and Ye Fan. (End of this chapter)