Chapter 1146

Seeing Lu aochen's ruthlessness, Qin kuangge and Song Yuan would not let him go, even if they were loyal to him. All the other sages were completely desperate.

They finally understand that Lu aochen didn't do anything to Song Yuan before. It's not that she has any intention, but that she still has some use value. Funny, they thought that he was a hero, and he was determined to die.

"Lu aochen, as long as I can leave the netherworld sand sea alive, I will never die with you in this life!" A holy master roared.

"You don't have that chance!" Lu aochen coldly looked at him and made his fingerprints again.

Boom, the whole array trembled fiercely, and the golden light whirled like a whirlpool.

In addition to himself, all the holy masters who still have breath fall to the ground at the same time. The last potential in the body, together with the power of life, pours out at the same time, and quickly loses its vitality. Some of the weak ones even explode and die on the spot.

With a long sound, the huge ancient bell finally broke through the border, leaving a crack half a foot long and about three feet wide.

The golden light gradually disappeared, leaving only shriveled corpses on the ground. Hundreds of elite and strong people died on the spot, and Qin kuangge was among them. Until his death, he was still staring at his eyes, and his gray eyes were full of unwilling words.

Lu aochen didn't look at them any more. He walked into the border along the crack.

"Ha ha ha ha, I succeeded, I succeeded at last!" Standing under the stone steps and looking at the stone hall at the end, he was so embarrassed that he burst out laughing wildly.

Suddenly, eight swords across the sky, through the crack, toward aochen's back long cut.

The frosty sword was followed by Gu Fenghua's fierce eyes, even colder than the sword.

Waiting for this moment, they have been waiting for a long time. They all know very well that if Lu aochen's cultivation of Xuansheng second grade is on guard, even if they exert the power of the eight gods' ning heart sword to the extreme, they will not kill him. And now, in order to break through the barrier, he lost his holy spirit. He was overjoyed when he was successful, and his mind was inevitably relaxed. This was the best chance for them to do it.

Almost just in the blink of an eye, the eight swords had converged, and the eight people's thoughts were completely condensed into them. The power of the sword was increased by several times and ten times.

Lu aochen never dreamed that Gu Fenghua and others could remove the strange poison so quickly. As far as he knows, although the poison of the secluded grass and the bitter leaf gentian fruit is not fatal, how can they recover so quickly if they don't accept the antidote and have no time to recover their Holy Spirit?

But after all, it was Xuansheng's second grade cultivation. His mind was far stronger than other people's, and he was more sensitive to danger. At the moment when the sword was about to fall on him, he was still surprised and took out his long sword and cut it with his backhand.

"Boom!" In the loud sound, Lu aochen, with his sword, was cut straight out, and hit heavily under the steps, with a bloodstain behind him.

But immediately, he turned around, pointed his sword at Gu Fenghua and others, and asked harshly, "are you not poisoned?"

Just now this sword is so powerful, Lu aochen can be sure that even if Gu Fenghua and others detoxify in time, they will never recover so quickly, let alone exert such a sword together, so the only possibility is that they are not poisoned at all.