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With that, he disappeared in front of Mu Qiuqiu in the blink of an eye.

Mu Qiuqiu clenched his fist tightly and wiped away the tears on his face.

"Stinky guy, you want to get rid of me? "In your dreams?"

After he finished speaking, he followed in the direction Lu Beiyou left in.

Lu Beiyou increased his speed to the maximum. Along the way, he discovered quite a few corpses, and they had clearly gone through an intense battle.

had met one of the party before. It was precisely the troop that Lu Shouhuang had brought along, but he had not seen the black armor. Thinking back to what Li Nanju had said before, it seemed like the black armor did not receive the news immediately, which was why it could not protect Lu Shouhuang in time.

On the other side, there was a body covered with white armor. The aura it gave off belonged to cultivators in the martial cultivation realm.

It might not be enough for Lu Beiyou, but according to what Li Nanju had said, the twenty thousand elite soldiers that intercepted the old man were all in the Refinement Realm.

Being alone was not enough to stop a pack of wolves. Even Lu Beiyou himself did not dare say that he could easily fight against more than ten thousand warriors.

The further he went, the stronger Lu Beiyou's heart became, and before long, he arrived in front of a large canyon.

From time to time, the cries of crows could be heard coming from the depths of the pitch-black valley. The cliffs on both sides of the canyon looked extremely similar to a giant alligator with its mouth wide open.

Horrifying, creepy, and creepy. Was this the so-called Heron Eagle Valley?

Lu Beiyou did not linger and was about to walk in, when suddenly a small hand grabbed his collar and threw him out.

Lu Beiyou anxiously stabilized himself and saw that the person who came was Mu Qiuqiu, but at the moment, she was not looking at him, but was looking at Heron Eagle Valley with a serious expression on her face.

At the place where he was standing just now, a staff was stabbed into the ground, and a terrifying aura spread out in all directions.

Soon after, Lu Beiyou followed Mu Qiuqiu's gaze and looked over, only to see two people slowly walking out from the Egret Valley.

He saw a man covered in black Qi, his face pale and bloodless. He looked as if his vitality had been squeezed dry, and a man in black clothing appeared in front of the two of them.

The black clothed person slowly took off the hat on his head. This was a young monk. There were six scars on his head, a red mole on his forehead, a pretty face, and narrowed eyes. Although he said 'Amitabha', he did not have the incense that a buddha should have.

The monk smiled as he looked at the two of them and said, "It is not suitable for the two benefactors to go forward, please go back."

His words carried a buddhist chant that captivated people, and captivated Lu Beiyou's attention.

Mu Qiuqiu stood in front of Lu Beiyou and shouted, "Scram!"

A cold sword intent shattered the sound and continued to rush towards the two of them.

The pale-faced man mocked the monk, "You monks really make people laugh with your words."

As he spoke, he waved his sleeve and a black Qi surged towards the sword Qi, causing a wave of air currents to be created when the two clashed.

The monk's expression was neither sad nor happy. Looking at the pale man, he placed his palms together and whispered: "Zhen."

A large golden Buddha rose up from the ground and extended its palm towards the two of them.

Lu Beiyou couldn't help but frown. Although this great Buddha didn't have the same mighty appearance as Ding Baiyi's Bodhisattva Bodhisattva, it still had the might of a person with Half-step Immortal.

In fact, they were blocking the old man at the entrance of the valley. It seemed that they were afraid that the three thousand black armored men would rush over to save them after hearing the news, but they were disrupted in their formation earlier by Mu Qiuqiu and him.

Mu Qiuqiu held the Common Ju Que in his hand, with a stomp of his feet, an eight headed dragon bird appeared behind Mu Qiuqiu, clashing with the golden Buddha.

Then, he slashed down at the pale man. The man pressed his feet on the ground and retreated, but there were countless of ghosts that rushed towards Mu Qiuqiu.

Lu Beiyou's back faced the Big Dipper, and the 3000 Blood Lotuses instantly collided with the ghosts.

The ball returned to Lu Beiyou's side, and he said gloomily, "The Rotor Temple, Chaotic Valley. "I never thought that the two major powers in the world would join forces with one another and form a alliance with the Chaotic Rivers and Rivers. Have you fed the righteous path that you speak of to the dogs?

Finally, Mu Qiuqiu angrily roared at the monk, but the monk actually closed his eyes and muttered: Amitabha. He pulled out the staff from the ground and held it in his palm.

"Benefactor, you think too much. He and I are not the same type of person. The Lanta Temple was naturally the orthodoxy of the great sects of the Nine Prefectures, but it was indeed unsuitable to walk forward today. "If I can stop the two benefactors, it would be enough for me to return the favor today."

Hearing the monk's words, the pale-faced man couldn't help but burst out laughing, wiping away the tears from the corner of his eyes, "As expected of a Buddha disciple, even killing words are spoken with such righteousness, I admire you."

Lu Beiyou's gloomy face immediately turned even uglier.

He didn't expect that this time he would be involved not only in the Liangzhou area, but also in the participation of two other forbidden areas.

Chaotic Basin is a place where demonic cultivators gather in the world. Those who were spurned by the world would mostly hide in the chaotic valley, because that was a place where there were no rules, a place where one killed as much as they liked.

But later, because the people could no longer bear the random slaughter in the chaotic river basin, all the self-proclaimed righteous forces gathered there and unleashed a great battle on the chaotic river basin.

After that, although the Chaotic Basin did not completely disappear, its momentum was not as insignificant as before. Furthermore, there were prisoners who needed to be exiled in many places.

Later on, the Chaotic Basin became a place of slaughter and exile.

But Lanta Temple was the world's most orthodox Buddhism. Among them, there were countless Bodhisattvas that saved the world to feed the falcons. The legend of a reed crossing the river was still passed down through the mouths of the common folk.

However, it was precisely these two terrifying forces that had unexpectedly gathered together. It seemed that this time it was truly a disaster.

Mu Qiuqiu disdainfully looked at the monk and spat, "You sure have lost your face in Lanta Temple."

The monk, however, was neither happy nor sad. He put his hands together and did not speak a word.

When the pale white man heard Mu Qiuqiu's words, he laughed sinisterly: "Young lady, what you said makes sense. You made me so unwilling to kill you, how about this, I just happen to be childless. If you recognize me as your father, I'll let you two go, how about this kind of deal?"

Upon hearing the pale white man's words, Lu Beiyou was instantly enraged. With a step, the sky and earth changed color, and with the use of his extreme will, he stepped into the Half-step Immortal.

This time, Lu Beiyou's challenge to the rules had completely attracted the terrifying Sky Law. Green lightning flashed in the dark clouds, and the terrifying thunder was deafening.

The monk that was neither sad nor happy earlier now opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

When the pale man saw this, not only was he not afraid, but his face instead flushed red with excitement.

"I never thought that there would actually be such a genius in this world. Someone with the Half-step Immortal of one step is truly interesting."