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The majestic square in front of the palace.

Many graceful fairies with their own characteristics arranged the low tables and seats in an orderly manner.

"Master Luo, please take a seat."

The pretty face of Peony makes a false move.

Luo Heng subconsciously narrowed his eyes and looked at everything in front of him.

He asked with great interest: "How do you know that Mr. Dao's surname is Luo?"

"Don't worry, Director Luo. There were two guests before, who were your friends. I also learned about Director Luo from their mouths."

At this time, the woman standing on the steps of the palace spoke elegantly.

A smile appeared at the corner of Luo Heng's mouth.

He rambled casually: "Oh? Friends? Luo travels around the world and has many friends, not much else.

"I don't know which two they are, can you call them out to meet them?"

The woman smiled lightly.

He waved to the rear and ordered: "Please come out and keep us company."

Not for a moment.

Then a woman led the two people out of the palace.

No accidents.

It was Monk Lu Zhu and Yan Chixia.

These two people seem to be living quite comfortably here.

A man is holding a woman in his arms, looking very intimate.

Seeing Luo Heng, Yan Chixia seemed to have completely forgotten the unpleasantness between the two.

He laughed directly: "Luo Heng, haha, are you here too?

"Hurry up and take a seat. The Baihua Brewing here is one of the best. I, Old Yan, have been traveling around the world for so many years and have never tasted anything better than this. You must try it."

Luo Heng's eyes were quite strange.

Watching the other person wave his arms in an exaggerated manner, inviting him to sit down.

Behind him was Monk Lu Zhu with a shaved head.

Putting his hands together, with a solemn expression, he said: "Amitabha, Lord Luo, there is great happiness here, not inferior to the Buddha Realm of Ultimate Bliss. Take a seat quickly, take a seat quickly..."

Luo Heng's expression became increasingly weird.

"Hurry and take a seat...Hurry and take a seat..."

The voices of the two of them were like invisible waves, going into people's minds wave by wave.

Many women stood motionless, staring at Luo Heng with bright eyes.

"Hurry and take a seat...Hurry and take a seat..."

The sound became more and more urgent and louder.

Luo Heng raised one foot and took a step forward gently.

A small movement, but it seems to indicate something.

All the women smiled, and in an instant, the whole world seemed to come alive.

Mudan, who was closest, stepped forward and supported Luo Heng's arm.

Another woman in green came forward to support the other side.

The two of them held Luo Heng between them and smiled coquettishly: "Master Luo, you have to have a good taste of the sisters' Baihua Brew."

"Haha, Baihua Nong, serve the wine quickly, I really want to soak it in the wine vat and never come out again..."

Yan Chixia also laughed with a wild attitude.

He also held the two women in his arms and sat down behind the low table at an angle, not waiting for anyone else to greet him.

He immediately took action himself, grabbed the wine bottle on the table, and poured it into his mouth.

Compared to Yan Chixia, Lu Zhu was much calmer, but he sat down at the table with the help of two women.

A woman whose appearance was not inferior to that of Peony filled the wine glass for him and brought it to his mouth.

Lu Zhu opened his mouth and accepted it with a look of enjoyment on his face.

The same goes for Luo Heng.

With her slender hands as white as peony, she picked up the wine pot and was about to pour wine.

Luo Heng reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Peony was frightened and whispered: "Ah..."

The actions of everyone around them seemed as if the pause button had been suddenly pressed.

They all looked at Luo Heng.

"How can you enjoy drinking like this? A real man should drink like Yan Chixia..."

The corners of Luo Heng's mouth slowly curved, meaning he was joking inexplicably, and he took the wine bottle from Mudan's hand.

"Haha, Brother Luo is absolutely right, a real man should drink from a big bowl! Hahahaha..."

Yan Chixia took another big sip of Baihua Brew and laughed.

He put his arm around the beauty next to him.

Pulling the other person into his arms, making the beauty giggle.

Luo Heng was not in a hurry to drink.

Yan Chixia, who only looked at the wild woman, slowly brought the wine bottle to the tip of her nose.

Taking a deep breath, he seemed to be intoxicated by the aroma of Baihua Brew.

Narrowing his eyes, he sneered: "It's really fucking delicious, but it's a pity..."

"What do you think is a pity, Master Luo?"

The Peony Fairy at the top seemed to have been paying attention to Luo Heng.

Seeing Luo Heng sighing, he asked curiously.

Luo Heng stretched out a finger and tapped Yan Chixia and then Monk Lu Zhu.

He smiled and said, "It's a pity that you really don't understand these two guys.

“Don’t look at them, one has thick eyebrows and big eyes, the other has pretty features.

"Actually, if you don't have a normal mind, how could you betray the Buddha for the sake of you guys who are inhuman and ghosts?"

"What does Master Luo mean by this?"

Fairy Peony's expression changed and she asked.

Luo Heng waved his hand directly.

Boom!

The wine bottle in his hand fell onto the open space in the center and he stood up suddenly.

He staggered the peony attached to his body and looked about to fall out.

Luo Heng stretched out his hand, caught the other person's thin back, and gently straightened Peony upright.

"Although I know it's fake, the Taoist master of the second dimension can still accept it. It feels just as distressing if it breaks!"

The people around looked at each other, unable to understand what Luo Heng was talking about.

Luo Heng frowned and suddenly kicked over the low table in front of him.

He sneered and said: "Let's stop all these tricks to fool children.

"It's not easy to gather some spiritual energy these days. If we engage in such a big battle, I'm afraid I'll empty my pockets."

"Luo Heng! Fairy Peony is kind enough to entertain you. You can choose any beauties and drink all the fine wines you want. How come you don't know what's good for you?"

Yan Chixia stared, slapped the table and stood up.

As he had an attack, a fierce and sharp aura rose up from his body.

Where is the dissolute behavior in this person?

He is completely a swordsman who has been walking around the world for two hundred years, subduing demons and slaying demons!

"hehe."

Luo Heng sneered and pointed at Yan Chixia: "You can't even pretend to be crazy!

“After spending so much effort and setting up such a huge illusion stage, my acting skills were ultimately not up to par.

"You haven't been training for less than two and a half years, right?"

I know these guys can't understand my complaints.

Luo Heng simply didn't wait for their reaction, and his thoughts turned around.

His figure suddenly swelled.

Red Lotus Dharma Appearance!

He instantly grew to over four meters tall, looking down at the stunned crowd.

Luo Heng bared a row of big white teeth, like a big bad wolf looking at a group of little red riding hoods.

at the same time.

A green sword light rose from Luo Heng's waist.

It circled around the body and suddenly unfolded.

call out!

The sharp whistling sound cut through the air like a balloon being punctured.

All the women, tables and chairs, wine, food, etc. that were swept away by the sword light...

Even the surrounding magnificent scenery.

Everything shattered silently.

Like a fragile sand painting, dissipated in the wind...

All that remains is a group of gray buildings that can be vaguely distinguished from the majestic palace in the illusion just now.

"court death!"

A sharp shout.

Luo Heng then felt a golden figure passing before his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, there was a man with disheveled hair who seemed to be dyed with golden paint, with a pair of equally golden wings spread out from his back.

Jump down from a high place.

Pounce straight towards Luo Heng...

Luo Heng frowned slightly and raised his hand to sweep it casually.

It's like chasing away an annoying fly.

Bang!

The man was pushed away, fell to the ground in a panic, and slid ten meters close to the ground.

He looked at Luo Heng in horror.

"Is this all you have? Master Dao advises you to be honest and tell the location of the rune mark of this blessed land."

Luo Heng looked around.

Except for those people or things that collapsed in the sword light.

The only ones left now are the leader Shaoyao and the birdman who was just shot away by him...

Although it has long been seen that Yan Chixia and Lu Zhu are fake.

But Luo Heng really didn't expect that the dozens of enchanting beauties with different styles just now were all fake.

It seems that this blessed place is really in decline.

I remember that in the movie "Painting on the Wall", the fairies in the murals were far more than what I saw.

"Hmph! I kindly gave you the best treatment in Baihua Paradise, but not only did you not appreciate it, you even got into a fight and ruined my banquet.

"A rude and reckless man like you is not worthy of being called a man!"

Shaoyao's pretty face is cold.

He took out a short stick about the length of a ruler in his hand and pointed it at Luo Heng.

A burst of flame suddenly spurted out from the head of the stick.

The raging fire rushed towards him. However, Luo Heng did not move. Just as his thoughts turned, a layer of golden light floated on his body.

A bell-shaped light shield instantly unfolded.

The flame burned on the mask, and the rebound effect of the golden light body was activated.

next moment.

The flames burned back along the way they came from...

The Peony Fairy seemed to be caught off guard by this sudden change.

He quickly withdrew his hand and threw it away.

Luo Heng, however, took a sharp step forward and caught up with her.

He shouted: "Where did the real Yan Chixia and Lu Zhu go?"

At this time, the winged birdman on the ground got up again and rushed towards Luo Heng desperately, trying to stop him.

Luo Heng kicked him impatiently.

Bang!

The golden man was kicked away again.

This time, it flew dozens of meters away and fell directly on the edge of the huge square.

A mouthful of blood came out of his mouth.

Luo Heng said disdainfully: "What the hell? This blessed land has been in your hands for at least a few hundred years, right?

"As soon as I saw it, the oil was about to run out, and it broke into pieces and disappeared.

"At that time, you who are in it will only be able to accompany the blessed land and be annihilated along with the space.

"Give the control runes to the Taoist master. If the Taoist master takes care of you, there will be a day for recovery in this blessed land!"

He said this as if he was proving his ability.

Luo Heng's hand seal technique.

The cyan sword light, following the guidance of the sword formula, returned to his side and hovered in front of Luo Heng.

The sword light converges!

The Qingming Sword was revealed, with its sword body glowing with a faint green light.

The sword rotated slowly, as if an invisible hand was holding the hilt.

Until the tip of the Qingming Sword was aimed at Shaoyao who was shocked by the explosion of momentum from Luo Heng.

next moment.

Qingming Sword suddenly transformed into hundreds of handles.

Every handle seems real.

Densely packed, covering the entire field of vision!

Looking around, they are all filled with cold sword blades!

Wan Jian Jue!

When used, a flying sword can transform into countless people, and the peak one is said to be able to transform ten thousand people with one sword!

Every attack is real.

Each differentiated sword is as sharp as the original flying sword.

Of course, Luo Heng's current level 10,000 sword technique simply cannot do this.

In fact, this scene looks horrifying.

In fact, there is only one that truly possesses the attack power of the Qingming Sword!

It is the original body of Qingming Sword.

The attack power of the remaining differentiated sword bodies is only 20% of the main body!

Moreover, Luo Heng can only differentiate one hundred sword bodies now!

That’s why the number seems to be so large.

It's just a visual error.

In fact, at first glance, the difference between a person facing a hundred swords pointed at, five hundred or a thousand swords is really not that big.

Wanjianjue is an advanced swordsmanship technique for disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect.

Although it is not a top-notch technique.

To the outside world, the art of flying swords is a rare skill for practicing swordsmanship.

The splitting sword body attack is exactly the ultimate swordsmanship that imitates the splitting of the sword light.

The differentiation of sword light belongs to the realm of swordsmanship.

It is said that one sword can transform ten thousand swords, and every sword light that is differentiated is an entity and has the same lethality.

Moreover, they can also cooperate with each other to form a sword formation.

Yue Wen once demonstrated this kind of swordsmanship. One sword divided into eight sword lights, forming a sword array to trap the enemy.

However, only relying on the pseudo-divided swordsmanship like Wan Jian Jue.

Here, enough is enough!

Luo Heng's purpose was not really to kill the goblin in front of him.

Yes, Luo Daoye has already seen it.

Not to mention the birdman with wings, anyone with eyes can tell that he is a bird spirit.

The transformation is not complete.

It is obvious that some special means were used to induce the transformation.

Cultivation is not worth mentioning.

The peony fairy in front of me is actually a flower demon.

Following Luo Heng's thoughts, a hundred Qingming Swords in front of him all moved forward.

The Peony Fairy has long since lost her beauty.

The body began to tremble slightly.

Luo Heng was stunned. It seemed that this flower demon was really not very courageous. How could he become like this after being so frightened?

Just, in the next moment.

A familiar shout suddenly sounded: "No! Put away the flying sword quickly..."

Luo Heng frowned and turned his head following the sound.

Then he saw a figure jumping out of the ruined palace.

Falling next to Fairy Peony, she stood in front of the tips of a hundred Qingming Swords.

"Hurry up and put away the flying sword! Something may change later..."

"Yan Chixia? Are you really fucking fascinated by this woman?"

Luo Heng sneered disdainfully.

What came out this time was not a fake illusion like just now.

It's really Yan Chixia herself.

However, Luo Heng and him were not friends to begin with. Besides, Master Dao entered the blessed land just to rob it.

How could it be possible for someone to just put away their tactics after just hearing a word from the other party?

"Fellow Daoist Luo, you'd better listen to Friend Daoist Yan's advice and quickly collect your magical powers.

"The blessed land here has been consumed too much, its foundation has been damaged, and it can no longer withstand the slightest bit of trouble..."

At this time, at the palace gate.

Lu Zhu, who was wearing a gray-white monk's robe, actually started to persuade him.

As he spoke, he pointed a finger into the distance: "Look over there..."

Following Lu Zhu's direction, Luo Heng turned his head and took a look.

But all I saw was the edge of the square.

Those flowing clouds seemed to be being stirred crazily by something huge at the moment.

As the clouds flowed faster, they quickly washed away the edges of the square.

Just like the waves washing away the sand castle on the beach.

At the edge of the square, it is rapidly collapsing into fine powder at a speed visible to the naked eye, disappearing as the clouds flow away...

Luo Heng frowned subconsciously.

“The blessed land has long been unsustainable and should have collapsed and disappeared long ago.

"It's just because Fairy Peony thinks that she is an elf born in a blessed land.

"Connect yourself with this blessed land of hundreds of flowers. Now, when she is alive, the blessed land will exist. When she dies, the blessed land will be destroyed..."

Lu Zhu continued to explain.

Luo Heng squinted his eyes and looked at Shaoyao behind Yan Chixia.

"Boy Luo, don't think that you are the only one who can resist the temptation of the fantasy world of flowers?

"I have lived a long time, and my determination is no worse than yours!

"We can wait until we get out of here to discuss our matters. If you don't put away the flying sword, Baihua Paradise will be so fragile.

"The sharp energy on your sword alone is enough to accelerate the collapse of the blessed land.

"Don't let the time come. Instead of gaining our blessed land, we will be annihilated by space and thrown into chaos. We will die in a miserable state."

Yan Chixia said angrily.

Luo Heng waved his hand, and the hundreds of flying swords in front of him instantly converged, fell into his palm, and transformed into a Qingming Sword.

When the sword was sheathed, Luo Heng's figure also returned to normal size.

Luo Heng's expression didn't change, he took out a new Taoist robe from the backpack space and put it on his body.

"Old man Yan, you two have been here for so long, are you just playing with these two goblins because you can't do anything here?

"Tell me, are there any other problems that have prevented you from conquering the blessed land?"

As Luo Heng said before.

Blessed places, like immortal weapons and magic weapons, need someone to care for them.

If no one cares for it for a long time.

Immortal artifacts may also fall into magical artifacts.

The rune marks in the magic weapon may even collapse and dissipate.

The Qingming Sword in Luo Heng's hand is a typical example.

It was originally the inherited fairy sword of the Shushan Sect and was famous all over the world.

Somehow, it fell into a perfection-level magic weapon.

If he hadn't met Luo Heng, he would have been sacrificed and nourished again.

It has been left in the hands of Li Mubai who does not know how to sacrifice.

for sure.

As time went by, inside the Qingming Sword, there were thirty-six Tiangang runes and seventy-two Earthly Evil runes.

It will also gradually collapse.

In the end, the Qingming Sword will only become an ordinary human weapon.

The same goes for the Blessed Land.

The difference is that many times the blessed land serves as the foundation of a sect or force.

It is not nurtured by a single individual.

Rather, it is necessary to gather the power of all the disciples of the entire sect, and at the same time, add great magic power to guide one or even several spiritual veins of heaven and earth.

Together we provide spiritual nourishment to the blessed land.

And here in Lanruo Temple, for unknown reasons, all the monks disappeared.

The spiritual vein that connects to the blessed land.

Two hundred years ago, it was directly cut off by the real person Liu Qingtian.

The Baihua Blessed Land has been dry for two hundred years and has not yet completely collapsed.

It is also rare.

"Hmph! I don't need you to worry about what I'm doing. I hope you can think of a solution after a while.

"You don't have to be like me, just be trapped here..." (End of Chapter)