I run a funeral home, I don't know how to teach people how to slay demons

The three heads of the temple have different expressions, but they all reveal incredible and angry.

He never thought that he would be suppressed in such a close -up battle.

At this moment, the power of the eight arms became the restraint that he could not get rid of. Every attack seemed to fall into the trap of Lu Changsheng's carefully arranged.

"How is it! How can you see my fate?"

"My position is obviously higher than you!" The master of the temple stared at the six eyes, and roared anger.

In the staggered weapon, Lu Changsheng held his sword to resist the giant ax on his side. He turned his wrist and applied a cleverness, and used the power of the giant ax to vibrate the three weapons above his head.

A sword stabbed straight up, and the black sword mang left a scar that was not deep or shallow on the head in the middle of the master of the temple.

The three skulls turned at the same time, and the six eyes shot at the same time that were far beyond the half -god cyclone at the same time, which briefly retired from the front.

"impossible..."

"Except for the original creator, no one can see my destiny."

"you..."

"How did it be done?"

The mood of the Lord of the Temple questioned a little bit.

He never thought that one day he would have suffered such a big loss in the ability of melee killing.

Even in the face of the three gods of the same level, simply competing for melee, the three heads and eight -armed forms of the master of the temple will not fall into such a wind.

"Don't pretend, I know you so much." Lu Changsheng smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, "You will never lose your temper, and you will not be fainted by anger."

"You will only pretend to be a rushing look, and then secretly count it, how can you give me a fatal blow."

"Don't play anymore, I have already seen getting tired of your poor performance."

The expression on the three heads of the temple gradually calmed down, and the original violent eyes became indifferent.

He raised a arm and gently brushed the scars on his face.

Under the goal, there is no trace of flesh and blood at all, and it is purely a crystal clear from the surging divine power.

As his palm passed, the wound suddenly healed.

Seeing that orally showing that there was no way to set more information, the Lord of the Temple decisively changed his tactics.

The eight arms were in front of you, and the three heads sang softly at the same time, "[[Three Realms Law]"

Behind the master of the temple, three dazzling light balls raised.

When Lu Changsheng first entered the ancient continent, the "three -day volley" appeared again.

Under the continuous chair of the temple, the three light balls burst out of dazzling light, covering the master of the temple.

In the light, the three huge laws are slowly shaped. They are projections of the Lord of the Temple in different authority. Each has all his strength and wisdom, but each independent and different forms.

The first method, wearing a golden war armor, holding a huge war hammer, exuding the power of hot yang gods, and unusual semi -God can not even be done directly. When you see the French phase, you will be burned. Boil into pieces of ashes.

The second method is a black robe. The face is hidden under the hood, holding a dark sword in his hand, and the hazy robe sighs softly in the air. The number is hidden. If it is not fully focused, it will ignore her existence in just a few seconds.

The third method, a scales of scales, holding a long gun in his hand, and the newly -born demon clan was struggling to climb out, and it was instantly crushed by the great power of the gods.

As the number of demon deaths gradually increased, the grievances on the gun turned into the mourning and roar of the depths of the soul, constantly stimulating the nerves of landing longevity.

"Let me see, how do you deal with this blow."

The lord of the temple murmured, and he pointed at the direction of landing.

The three methods were killed at the same time, blocking all the space of Lu Changsheng.

The surging power squeezed from both sides, and the deadly suppressed Lu Changsheng's god, making him unable to move.

What is even more terrible is that the law of [Wuliang Dajun] is continuously attacking the soul of Landon Changsheng.

Whether it is the flesh or spirit, Lu Changsheng is under tremendous pressure.

After two rounds of attempts, the Lord of the Temple decisively gave up conventional combat methods and directly chose the most effective and most brainless to overwhelm.

Lu Changsheng wants to fight against [Three Realms Phase] must call [Pluto's body].

Once Lu Changsheng took the trick, then the next is a very long tug -of -war war.

Both sides cannot stop halfway, otherwise the backflakes of strength will drag themselves into the abyss.

The master of the temple can suppress Lu Changsheng while capturing the power of this world, and continuously enhances his strength.

Such a confrontation may last thousands of years, but the ultimate victor must be him!

The Lord of the Temple thought of all the variables and got the final conclusion.

Of course, all this is based on the premise of Lu Changsheng who must hardly pick up this kill.

Under the suppression of the three laws, Lu Changsheng couldn't even move his fingers. Above the powerful god body, there were already fine cracks, and the speed of crispy cracks continued to accelerate.

Strangely, even if it was suppressed to this extent, Lu Changsheng still did not show signs of [Pluto's body].

"If he doesn't summon the [Pluto Dharma Body] to fight, Lu Changsheng can only hold on for ten seconds at most, and his consciousness will be completely destroyed."

"What is he waiting for?"

The Lord of the Temple thought to himself.

The heads on both sides twisted subconsciously, trying to scan the surroundings, but the movements became abnormally slow.

It was as if someone pressed the slow-motion button.

The head in the middle of the Lord of the Temple frowned slightly, as if sensing that some danger was approaching quickly.

The eight arms bent backwards together, posing a fighting posture.

Beyond the distant sky, a dazzling golden light suddenly lit up.

As the light shone, it had already reached behind the Lord of the Temple.

Bang!

Accompanied by a deafening roar, a slender fist with unparalleled power slammed fiercely on the head in the middle of the Lord of the Temple.

The Lord of the Temple had no time to react. The chosen head, under this punch, exploded like fragile porcelain. The flesh formed purely by divine power exploded into pieces of crystal fragments and flew out.

The two intact heads of the Lord of the Temple twisted stiffly a little, looking at the pair of golden pupils close at hand, and said coldly, "[Ancestor Dragon]..."

"Do you want to get involved too?"

Gu Jia's figure stood firmly in the air, surrounded by a faint golden light, and her soft golden hair, like flowing liquid gold, fluttered gently in the air, reflecting the dazzling light.

She was heroic in a dragon scale armor, like a mighty female war god in mythology and legend.

"My name is not [Ancestor Dragon]." Gu Jia's voice was soft and cold.

"My name is Gu Jia."

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