Chapter 235 Super Demon

Lu Qing called Xin Huairen and asked him to release the dozen disciples who were locked in the Tianzhuo Cliff Stone Prison a few days ago, and called Zhu Sisi over.

The dozen disciples of the Deacon Hall thought Lu Qing had let them go, but for a moment, the sound of praise and praise came like a tide. Zhu Sisi stood beside Lu Qing and glared at her pretty eyes, and snorted fiercely. The people stopped their voices and looked around, but they really didn't dare to fall on her.

Lu Qing glanced at the dozen disciples and said loudly, "Seeing that you are very sincere in repentance, I will let you out of prison today. In the future, I will devote myself to practicing and doing my best to do things for the sect. What is possible?"

These people were immediately grateful and patted their chests and expressed their opinions, never making any mistakes again. In fact, they just wanted to leave Tianyu Cliff sooner and hide as far as the pearls as possible.

Zhu Sisi seemed to be in a good mood when she saw Lu Qing, and asked with anticipation: "Master, have you promised Sisi to leave the Heavenly Prison Cliff?"

Lu Qing's next answer immediately made Zhu Sisi and the dozen disciples of the Deacon Hall go crazy, even the idea of ​​hitting his head against the wall or sacrificing himself to jump off the cliff to die.

"It's not possible for the time being." Lu Qing shook his head and said, "Zhu Sisi, I will give you these dozen disciples to train. When will they be properly and obedient, and when will they be able to leave the cliff? If they fail in their lifetime, they will die on the cliff for the rest of their lives." After saying that, he dusted his sleeves and floated away from Tianyu Cliff in a blink of an eye. Zhu Sisi and the dozen disciples stared at each other and looked at each other without loving each other.

More than a dozen disciples of the deacon suddenly exploded the temple and cried and shouted, "Eighth Master, you are good at doing well, so let's put us in the dungeon. If it falls into the hands of this demon, I'm afraid there will be no corpse. For a moment, I burst into tears and regretted why I was so stupid at the beginning. I had to go against the Eighth Master, the most promising young talent in Xili Mountain. It's too late to regret my intestines.

Zhu Sisi was even more in a state of rampage. She showed her whip with a "pop" and shouted loudly: "Stand up - come and rehearse the formation quickly. If someone stops discipline, my aunt will let him die now!"

Lu Qing threw Zhu Sisi and those guys on Tianzhuo Cliff, and couldn't help but feel funny in his heart. As soon as he came out of the teleportation array, he released the Tianling Skeleton in Liefeng Valley, rushed forward, and shouted "Jie!" The skeleton rolled up a black wind and flew towards the Chaotian Peak where the Deacon Hall was.

This black fog demon wind was wrapped in a black light and broke through the wind and flew across the peaks, causing inner disciples walking on Xili Mountain to stop and watch and point fingers. Several people even thought that monsters invaded the mountain, and just wanted to use spiritual talismans and magic weapons to stop it, but they were persuaded by others, and said that the black light was the eighth master Lu Qing, who must not make a fool of himself.

Soon after, Lu Qing flew over Chaotian Peak. He stopped his magic weapon and hung in the air with a black cloud, splitting the black fog and looking down.

I saw a group of people practicing formations in the open space before the courtyard of the Deacon Hall. The leader looked at the strong and fierce man, holding a dark and cold ghost sword in his hand, which was Wang Sanjin. Not far away, there were two people lying on the ground with grass in their mouths and pointing fingers, Lu Wushuang and Mo Wangqing. Needless to say, the fat man had just arrived and had already spread the sloppy and lazy style to Mo Wangqing.

After taking over the Deacon Hall, Lu Qing ordered Wang Sanjin to select disciples from the Deacon Hall to expand the "Eight Gate Spirit Talisman Formation" to 18 people. At present, these eighteen people are in groups standing in the Nine Palaces, and Wang Sanjin stands majestic in the direction of the formation eye with a ghost knife.

Wang Sanjin shouted loudly, "Start the formation!" The ghost sword in his hand suddenly rolled up a tide. The eighteen people in the formation moved nine teams to change positions, spread out and began to practice the formation. I saw a gust of clouds in the formation, a tiger roared and a dragon roar. The eighteen sword artifacts suddenly became hundreds of mouths under the deduction of the talisman array. The formation of swords and swords was rolled up like forests, and the sound of wars and swords fighting each other was sonorous, and a solemn aura rushed straight into the sky. Even Lu Qing, who was hidden in the black clouds in the air, could not help but be shocked.

Originally, this "Eight Gate Spirit Talisman Formation" was a first-level refining formation with nine talismans blocked by Lu Qing. At that time, there were only nine people rehearsing, and its power was much stronger than the human military formation, but it was the lowest-level formation among the Taoist magic array. It was still sufficient to deal with ordinary monks or shallow demons in Taoism. If the enemy was stronger, it would be useless.

After listening to Lu Qing's order, Wang Sanjin selected nine more people to supplement it, which increased the power of this magic circle by more than doubled, and there was a vague momentum of upward breakthrough.

Lu Qing suddenly realized something in his heart, so he put away his magic weapon and pressed the cloud head and fell down.

Wang Sanjin and others were practicing the formation attentively. Suddenly, Lu Qing appeared and fell from a dark cloud with a smirk. He was surprised and surrounded the formation. The fat man and Mo Wangqing ran to Lu Qing in a row, and a ray of smoke rose up behind him.

Seeing Lu Qing erecting magic weapons and flying over, Wang Sanjin couldn't help but be envious, with eager divine light in his eyes, "Master, your magic power has greatly improved, and you have to worship him. I really don't know when I will catch up."

Lu Qing patted his shoulder, "Sanjin, as long as you practice hard, you will be able to build a foundation in a short time. Then you will sacrifice the ghost sword and fly around with the ghost sword. That's so majestic."

"Yeah!" Wang Sanjin was not good at speaking, just nodded, holding the ghost knife, and constantly touching it with his hands. He thought about the scene of riding the ghost knife in the future.

"Bah, that's not good!" The fat man Lu Wushuang said with a pout of the green grass as he spitted out.

"Why is it not good?" Wang Sanjin asked.

Lu Wushuang glanced at the ghost knife in Wang Sanjin's hand and smiled, "This thing is about to fly around and fly. The knife is full of serrated teeth and sharp. If you accidentally cut your eggs, it's not something to play with, haha..."

Wang Sanjin was stunned and thought for a while. The fat man said something reasonable, what should I do!

Lu Qing twitched the fat man's neck, "Nothing!"

The fat man accused Lu Qing without hesitation, "Third Brother, your magic weapon is not very popular. He just hung in the air, and Wushuang thought it was a rain cloud."

"Bah, that's true." Mo Wangqing spit out the grass from his mouth like a fat man, and then said, "Uncle Eighth Master, your rain cloud is majestic, but it doesn't look like a good person no matter how you look. Eighty percent of them think it's a big monster hidden in the clouds and mist. You are a second-generation white-clothed disciple, but you fly around in a cloud like black smoke every day, and it's too silly." As he said that, he shook his head and sighed.

"Get out!" Lu Qing was annoyed and turned his back. He gave Mo Wangqing and the fat man a kick. Then he called Wang Sanjin to the front and said, "Sanjin, Master has a Taoist Dharma to you."

Wang Sanjin was overjoyed and immediately wanted to kneel down and kowtow.

Lu Qing grabbed him and asked, "Sanjin, tell me how effective is the master flying around with this magic weapon?"

Wang Sanjin gave a thumbs up and praised, "It's so amazing! It's so majestic! Howling wind and clouds are everywhere! It's simply the style of a super monster coming out of the cave!"

"Go to death!" Lu Qingping closed the hall door with a shout.

Wang Sanjin muttered depressedly: "I was wrong again! Is it obvious that I am like a super monster coming out?"
Chapter completed!