One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

at the same time.

The front of Longhu Mountain, the martial arts square of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

The solemnity and grandeur of the daytime have long since vanished, replaced by towering flames and the pungent smell of blood.

The shouts of battle were deafening.

"Hold the gate! Hold the gate!"

"Don't let these demons break into the inner courtyard!"

An elderly Taoist priest, covered in blood, brandished a long sword and shouted hoarsely as he directed the defense line.

However, there were simply too many Quanxing demons.

They were like demons crawling out of hell, covering the mountains and fields, endless and boundless.

Moreover, this attack on the mountain was clearly well-prepared.

Instead of engaging in direct confrontation, they used their numerical advantage to set fires and create chaos, specifically targeting the young disciples who were alone.

"ah--!!!"

A piercing scream tore through the night sky.

A gap was torn in one corner of the defense line.

Several newly initiated Taoist priests were surrounded by a group of Quanxing demons.

"Hehehe, little Taoist priest, you have such delicate skin."

A fat man with a face full of scars licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and slammed his spiked club hard into the back of a young Taoist priest.

Click.

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

The young Taoist priest spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backward, crashed heavily to the ground, twitched a couple of times, and then remained still.

"Junior brother!!!"

The remaining few young Taoist priests were filled with rage, tears streaming down their faces.

The swords in their hands were trembling.

This was their first real life-or-death struggle, facing this group of inhuman demons.

"Stop crying! Fight them!"

The slightly older disciple in the lead gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, and charged forward with his sword raised.

puff.

A sharp blade suddenly appeared from the side and pierced through his shoulder.

"Too slow."

A cold voice rang in his ear.

Immediately afterwards, a heavy kick landed on his chest.

Bang!

The disciple flew out like a kite with a broken string, landing right at the feet of the fat man with a face full of scars.

The fat man raised his spiked club high, his smile twisted and terrifying.

"In your next life, remember not to be reborn as a Taoist priest!"

The spiked club, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed down hard on the disciple's head.

At this critical moment.

boom--!!!

A bolt of azure lightning, like divine punishment, struck down from the night sky without warning.

It was so fast that no one had time to react.

The fat man didn't even have time to scream.

He was instantly engulfed by lightning.

Crackling sounds!

Thunderous explosion.

Wait until the bright light dissipates.

All that remained on the ground was a pile of charred remains and a spiked club that was half melted.

"Who?!"

The surrounding Quanxing demons were terrified and retreated in panic.

All that could be seen was the stone steps of the square.

An elderly man with white hair and beard was walking towards them step by step.

He was wearing a sharp dark suit, no tie, and his shirt collar was slightly open.

That face, which usually carried a refined and gentle air, was now filled with a murderous intent as cold as ice.

Lu Jin.

At this moment, he was like a raging lion, exuding a terrifying aura that was suffocating.

"group……"

Lu Jin walked to the injured disciple, bent down, and reached out to check his breath.

There's still air.

He glanced again at the already cold corpse beside him; the young, innocent face still bore traces of the terror that had gripped him before his death.

Lu Jin's hand trembled slightly.

He slowly straightened up.

Those old eyes, which were originally somewhat cloudy, were now bloodshot and bright red.

The veins on his neck bulged out, like writhing earthworms.

"Scum!!!"

This roar, like a thunderclap, shook the entire square, making it buzz.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze at that moment.

The Quanxing demons trembled as they looked at the old man who resembled a demon god, instinctively wanting to flee.

"run?"

Lu Jin gritted her teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between them:

"You killed my men and you think you can get away?!"

He suddenly raised his right hand.

Unlike ordinary talisman masters, he did not take out yellow paper and cinnabar.

His fingers danced rapidly in the air, blue Qi flowing from his fingertips like an invisible paintbrush.

Swish swish!

In the blink of an eye.

A dozen or so blue talismans radiating terrifying energy appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The Eight Extraordinary Skills – The Heavenly Talisman!

Drawing symbols in the void requires no physical medium!

"All of you...die!!!"

Lu Jin waved his hand.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

The dozen or so talismans instantly transformed into streaks of light, shooting towards the Quanxing group in front.

"Five Thunder Talisman! Go!"

"Fireball Talisman! Go!"

"Trapping Immortal Talisman! Suppress!"

Rumble—!!!

The entire square instantly transformed into a sea of ​​thunder and fire.

Blue lightning bolts leaped wildly through the crowd, while red flames soared into the sky.

"ah--!!!"

"Help! Help me!"

"That old thing is a monster! Run!"

The arrogant and domineering Quanxing demons, who were just moments before, now resembled lambs to the slaughter, howling and writhing in the thunder and fire.

Lu Jin, however, showed no sign of stopping.

He strode forward, waving his hands wildly in the air.

The speed was so fast that it left only a blur.

One talisman after another took shape.

Thirty dishes.

Fifty.

One hundred!

Countless blue talismans, like a sky full of stars, floated behind him, dyeing half of the night sky a deep blue.

Come on!

Lu Jin's eyes widened in anger, and he roared:

"Aren't you trying to destroy my righteous path?!"

"Weren't we supposed to be having a party?!"

"I'm going to go crazy with you guys today!"

Boom boom boom boom boom boom—!!!

This is not a fight at all.

This is a one-sided massacre.

This is an unreasonable barrage of firepower.

Lu Jin single-handedly displayed the imposing presence of an entire divisional artillery regiment.

Wherever the talisman passed, whether it was a person or a building, everything was reduced to dust.

This is the domineering nature of the Tongtian Talisman.

This is the true value of Lu Jin, one of the Ten Elders, whose life is flawless!

A few minutes later.

A corner of the once crowded square was completely cleared out.

The ground was covered with cratered and scorched marks, as well as severed limbs.

Apart from the sound of the wind and the crackling of the flames, there was not a single enemy standing.

huh... huh...

Lu Jin stood amidst the ruins, his chest heaving violently.

He tugged at his collar, somewhat irritated, and took off his expensive suit jacket, throwing it violently to the ground.

Pooh.

Lu Jin spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, looking at the mess on the ground, but the anger in her eyes did not subside in the slightest.

not enough.

Far from enough.

There are too many bastards to kill.

He could sense that even more energy was surging in from all around.

They're like cockroaches in a sewer; you can't get rid of them completely no matter how hard you try.

"Old Lu!"

Just then, a cold voice came from the flank.

Lu Jin suddenly turned around.

On the other side of the square, a large expanse of black fluid spread out like a tide.

Those Quanxing demons who were originally preparing to flank from the side, once they got their hands on the black liquid, immediately felt as if they were stuck in a quagmire, and their movements became extremely slow.

sizzle.

Cold, eerie lightning danced in the black water, taking lives one by one.

Dirty Thunder - Northern Azure Pool!

In that black thunder swamp.

A tall, slender figure stood proudly.

She was dressed in white, with long, flowing hair and a dot of cinnabar between her brows.

It was Zhang Lingyu.

Behind him followed dozens of elite disciples from the Celestial Master's Mansion, who formed a sword formation, advancing and retreating with precision, and forcefully pushed back the crumbling defensive line.

"Spirit Jade?"

Looking at the figure who remained calm and composed amidst the chaos of battle, Lu Jin's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

good boy.

No wonder he is the old master's top disciple.

Being able to maintain composure in such a situation demonstrates the demeanor of a great general.

"Senior Lu!"

Zhang Lingyu slapped away an enemy who was attacking her with a palm strike, and in a flash, she appeared not far from Lu Jin:

"Leave this to me!"

"My fellow disciples have stabilized the situation!"

Lu Jin nodded, a relieved smile appearing on her face:

"good!"

"Then let's teach these fools a lesson!"

This moment.

One old and one young.

One blue and one black.

Two powerful energy fields intertwined in the square, like two anchors, giving the panicked disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion a sense of security.

however.

Just when the situation seemed to be turning around.

An extremely eerie and chilling aura suddenly seeped out from the darkness without warning.

This aura wasn't violent; it even carried a hint of...

greedy.

Like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, finally flicking out its tongue.

Lu Jin's smile froze instantly.

He turned around abruptly, staring intently at a shadowy spot at the edge of the square.

An instinctive sense of crisis made the hairs on his body stand on end.

Da, da, da.

The crisp sound of leather shoes was exceptionally clear amidst the noise of the battlefield.

In the shadows.

A man wearing a gray suit and gold-rimmed glasses walked out slowly.

He looked very refined, like a university professor or a white-collar worker in an office building.

He was even holding a document that looked like a contract.

He strolled leisurely into the battlefield, and the Quanxing demons around him respectfully stepped aside to make way for him.

The man pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping over the corpses scattered on the ground and landing on Lu Jin.

"Oh dear."

"Senior Lu, why are you so angry?"

Shen Chong gently flicked the document in his hand, as if he had met an old friend he hadn't seen in years, his tone gentle:

"It's bad for your health."

Lu Jin narrowed his eyes, his fingertips twitched slightly, and a blue talisman was already faintly visible in his palm.

"Who are you?"

"This is my junior, Shen Chong."

Shen Chong bowed slightly, displaying impeccable manners:

"Quanxing, Shen Chong."

Upon hearing this name, Lu Jin's pupils constricted sharply.

The Four Madmen of Quanxing.

The root of all evil lies with Shen Chong!

"So it was you, the loan shark."

Lu Jin sneered, and the talisman in his hand instantly solidified, terrifying lightning crackling at his fingertips:

"What? You want to borrow money from this old man?"

"Unfortunately, I didn't bring any money with me today."

"I only brought you a ticket to meet the King of Hell!"

Despite Lu Jin's undisguised murderous intent, Shen Chong's smile remained unchanged.

He spread his hands and shrugged innocently.

"Senior Lu is too kind."

"I'm not here for the money."

Speaking of it.

Shen Chong paused, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

He turned slightly to the side, looking into the darkness behind him, his voice becoming somewhat ethereal:

"Instead, I'd like to ask Senior Lu..."

"To see some old friends."