Chapter 139 Blood Mist!

As Lu Yuan's voice fell.

In this world, the laws change instantly. This is the aura that belongs exclusively to Lu Yuan, the power of the laws that uniquely belongs to him.

The level of this world is not even that of Small Thousand Worlds.

Lu Yuan is already transcendent here, and no rules or shackles will have any impact on him.

And there will be no suppression in his attacks.

Therefore, whether you are in the Biqing Gate or outside the Biqing Gate, whether you are practicing, sleeping, or going to the toilet, you are creating a human being.

No matter where they are, as long as everyone in the Biqing Sect is still alive, they cannot escape this law.

Under the influence of this law, everyone responded and appeared in front of Lu Yuan instantly.

Lu Yuan looked at the tens of thousands of people who appeared in an instant with a calm expression.

at the same time.

Tens of thousands of people in the Biqing Sect were immediately stunned, looking around blankly, not knowing what was going on.

"I just...wasn't I practicing in seclusion? Why did I appear here?"

"what happened?"

"What happened? Why are there so many people here?"

"Senior brother, junior brother, master, uncle, why are you here?"

"Damn it, I finished pooping and I haven't even picked up my pants yet!"

"Hell, I just made a baby with my Taoist companion, and I didn't even have any clothes on."

For a moment, the two sleeping dragons and phoenixes hurriedly found a robe from the storage bag and put it on. They were extremely fast.

At this moment, all the Bi Qing Sect disciples had almost recovered.

This thing is so strange that everyone from their sect has been summoned here!

Even the ancestors of the sect may not be able to achieve this kind of magical power!

Who is so powerful?

"Ancestor, why are you here?"

Someone spoke, and a lot of doubts and confusion appeared on their faces. This is so strange!

The ancestor of their sect, a powerful man in the Nascent Soul stage, was even summoned?

Just when everyone was surprised.

Suddenly, a cry of surprise sounded.

"Look to the sky!"

In an instant, after everyone heard the words, they all looked upward.

I saw two figures standing in mid-air.

One tall and one short, one big and one small, two mortals?

No, not a mortal, this is powerful!

They didn't even feel the presence of breath above them just now!

This already shows that the person standing in the sky is a powerful cultivator.

It's because their cultivation level is too low that they can't sense the breath of those two seniors!

At this time, everyone in the Biqing Sect stared blankly at the sky, no matter whether they were handyman disciples, outer disciples, inner disciples, elders, or sect masters, there was no exception.

Their eyes were filled with a deep look of amazement!

Just because the immortal with black hair and white robe is too special and outstanding.

He has long hair draped over his shoulders, his white robe flutters in the wind, and he stands with his hands clasped behind his back.

That calm face is so handsome that people can't believe it, and it attracts even more attention.

It's his temperament that is airy, out of the ordinary, and unconventional.

Like an immortal who descended to earth, he is not like a mortal.

Many female disciples and elders of the Biqing Sect were invisibly attracted to him, as if they wanted to keep their eyes on him forever.

Who is he?

Why is it so extraordinary?

What state of cultivation have you reached?

All kinds of doubts appeared in their minds, but no one dared to ask.

At the same time, several figures in the crowd kept trembling, and their pupils shrank violently when looking at the two figures in the sky.

These people were Wang Hu and his group who had humiliated Lu Ping'an, abolished his cultivation, and thrown him outside the sect.

"Brother, look... look at the sky, look at that boy, how come he looks exactly like that little loser?"

Someone spoke tremblingly, and it took him half a minute to say just one sentence.

Wang Hu opened his pupils wide, clenched his fists, and said fiercely to his little brother.

"You think I'm blind, how could I not know that he looks very similar to that skinny monkey?"

Wang Hu's voice was angry and his face was cruel, but this was just his disguise.

In fact, in his heart, he was scared to death at this moment!

Because of the young man standing next to that young man.

It simply couldn’t be anyone except Lu Ping’an!

Because their appearance, skin color, even body shape and height are almost exactly the same.

How could two people so similar appear in this world by such a coincidence?

Even twins are not so exaggerated!

Wang Hu tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart.

He could only pray in his heart, praying that they did not come to seek revenge on him.

Pray that you can survive.

At this time, on the other side of the crowd.

The elder of the Biqing Sect, Ye Sheng of the Golden Core Stage, was staring at the young man on the horizon with a puzzled face.

Because his appearance was so familiar, he had definitely seen that young man before.

He racked his brains, and finally, an idea flashed, and a vague figure gradually became clear in his mind.

And this figure also perfectly coincides with that young man in the sky!

"It's him?"

Three years ago, that young man with low-grade spiritual roots who accepted a disciple in Xingfu Town?

It seems to be called... Lu Pingan?

Back then, after he was introduced to the sect, Ye Sheng never saw Lu Pingan again.

Unexpectedly, he has such an extraordinary identity?

As for Lu Yuan, Ye Sheng also felt a sense of familiarity, but no matter how he thought, how he thought, or how he racked his brains, he couldn't think of where he had seen that young man.

So strange? What is going on?

What he didn't know was that Lu Yuan was not from this world, but was brought here by the influence of the Kunlun Mirror, so of course he couldn't remember.

Even if he and Lu Yuan were brothers who had been through life and death together, when the illusion was broken, even if they met again, at most they would only feel familiar.

Unless Lu Yuan took the initiative to intervene, otherwise, this feeling in the dark would always be in a hazy state.

And Chen Shu, who had sent a letter to Lu Yuan, was like everyone else at this time, not knowing what had happened, with a face full of confusion and shock.

Although he knew what Lu Ping'an had experienced, he had never met Lu Ping'an.

Therefore, he had no impression of Lu Yuan and the others.

Although everyone had a lot of thoughts, it was only a few breaths of time since they just appeared here.

At the same time, Lu Yuan watched everyone calm down, and then turned his head to look at Lu Pingan.

After the two looked at each other, Lu Pingan stretched out his hand and pointed into the crowd.

The figures below were crowded, but Lu Yuan was like a prophet, accurately locking onto those figures.

"Hehe..."

He snorted in his heart, and a cold look suddenly appeared on his face.

In an instant, Wang Hu and his group were like driftwood, floating uncontrollably into the sky.

Everyone present was speechless watching this scene.

That senior, did he take action?

What was he doing in my Biqing Sect?

At this moment, a voice sounded, breaking the silent atmosphere.

"May I ask what the senior means by this?"

An elder of the Biqing Sect looked at Lu Yuan and said with a hint of unkindness.

"Noisy."

Lu Yuan heard it, without changing his expression, and just whispered.

"Bang!"

The elder exploded, turned into blood mist, and slowly dissipated between heaven and earth.

Everyone saw it, and they all took a breath of cold air uncontrollably, and their spiritual consciousness trembled.

"Hiss!"

The elder in the Jindan stage was directly shaken into blood mist by a light voice?

What kind of immortal is this!!

At this moment, no one dared to speak, even the ancestors of the sect were timid, with a terrified expression.

However, at this moment, someone else spoke up.

Are there any masters?

"May I ask your name, senior? I am the master of the Biqing Sect. If you come to our sect, you are our most precious guest. Since these people have a grudge against you, you can deal with them at will."

The middle-aged man bowed respectfully. As the master of the sect, he did not dare to show any disrespect at this time.

Lu Yuan ignored him and did not take action, just because he was sensible.

Looking at Wang Hu and others who were struggling in front of him, with terrified faces, but could not even make a sound.

Lu Yuan stretched out his hand with an indifferent expression, whispering in his heart.

"Search the soul."

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