"Haha, the three of us are indeed cultivators from overseas. To be exact, we are cultivators from the East Sea. I am Yuan Ang from the Crystal Palace. Greetings, North Sea Water Sword Deity!"
A great cultivator standing beside the slightly plump Yuanfei Laozu said with a smile.
Lu Ping replied with an "oh" and said to the other two unfamiliar cultivators beside him, "Then these two must be fellow cultivators from the Purple Talisman Pavilion and Gale Thunder Island?"
A purple-browed man beside Yuan Ang Laozu laughed and said, "I am Cheng Yuanqi from the Purple Talisman Pavilion. Greetings!"
A short and stocky cultivator standing beside him said in a low voice, "Feng Zhonglei from Gale Thunder Island!"
Twelve great cultivators had joined forces to kill Lu Ping. However, such a grand plan involved no less than eight sects, including two sacred grounds. Therefore, this plan could be said to have involved many people. Moreover, all of these people had enmity or conflict with Lu Ping or Zhenling.
However, why were the cultivators who surrounded and killed Lu Ping only at the late Dharma stage? With Lu Ping's current strength, if the Crystal Palace and Wuxing School simply sent a few Pure Yang cultivators to kill him, wouldn't they have a higher chance of success?
Although Lu Ping had such doubts, the joint attack of twelve great cultivators still put Lu Ping in an unprecedented life-threatening situation.
"Fellow cultivators, don't listen to this person's nonsense. This is a rare opportunity. We can take this chance to kill this person. If he becomes a troublemaker in the future, he will be a great threat to us! Moreover, we have already revealed ourselves in front of him today. Even if we let him go today, he will definitely seek revenge in the future. "
Dongyi Laozu was obviously the most enthusiastic person among these people about killing Lu Ping.
Patriarch Dongyi's words clearly gained the approval of these great cultivators from the various sects. They had set up this trap for Lu Tianping precisely because they were afraid of his cultivation and strength. Now that he was able to fight a pure Yang cultivator despite being only a great cultivator, once he advanced to become a pure Yang cultivator, no one in the cultivation world would be able to stop him!
However, Lu Ping knew the importance of striking first after being surrounded by these people. Just as Dongyi Laozu finished speaking, Lu Ping suddenly shouted and said, "Then let me kill you first!"
A cold light flashed out before Lu Ping's shout could be heard. The cold light morphed into a roaring jiao dragon in mid-air and slammed into Dong Yi Grand Ancestor.
Dongyi Laozu panicked. He used the Sea Transfer Medallion to absorb the water of the Yulan River and used the Vast Sea Art to transform it into a huge dragon whale, which crashed towards the cold light dragon.
Dongyi Laozu naturally knew that he could not fight against Lu Ping alone. The moment he attacked, he shouted, "Fellow cultivators, please help me!"
Dongyi Laozu, Wujie Laozu, and Yun Tian Laozu, who were next to him, hurried to help. In the west, Yuanfei Laozu shouted, "Do it!"
Yuanfei, Yuan Ang, Cheng Yuanqi, and Feng Zhonglei clearly had a higher level of teamwork than the others. The four of them attacked first. Above Yuanfei and Yuan Ang's heads, a crystalline pagoda and a jade-white pagoda appeared. Seven of the eight floors of the pagoda were instantly lit up by the two of them, and two supreme divine abilities formed and howled out from the seventh floor.
At the same time, a palm-sized, rainbow-colored talisman appeared in Cheng Yuanqi's hands. The talisman began to light up, and a golden Roc emerged from the flames. Its entire body was engulfed by the flames, and with a piercing cry, it charged towards Lu Ping.
At the same time, a cyan lightning bolt also attacked. This lightning bolt was hidden behind the Roc, and the Roc took advantage of Yuanfei and Yuan Ang's supreme divine abilities to charge towards Lu Ping.
The moment Lu Ping attacked Dongyi Laozu, he was already prepared to be attacked. The jade-white lotus under his feet shone brightly, and the Nine Dragon Bell above his head began to spin with a low buzzing sound. First, petals formed from watery light scattered around Lu Ping's body. Then, the Nine Dragon Bell released a bluish-purple light, and above this light shield, nine golden dragon shadows danced.
This was not the end. Lu Ping formed a sword technique with both hands, and a pair of flying swords filled the sky. Then, the swords turned into two coiling flood dragons, and the two flood dragons suddenly exploded. The Sea of Hundred Rivers was instantly formed, and a huge whirlpool of sword light instantly swallowed the combined attack of the four great cultivators of the Eastern Sea.
Just as Lu Ping used all kinds of methods to defend against the combined attack of the four great cultivators of the Eastern Sea, Ma The Great had already used the Ten Thousand Horses Galloping Art and charged towards Lu Ping's back.
However, while the Pegasus was still in the middle, Ma The Great let out a cry of surprise and staggered backwards. He saw a blue light flash in front of him, and it almost pierced his long face.
Ma The Great's attack did not succeed, and he was almost ambushed by Lu Ping. He was extremely annoyed, and just as he was about to attack again, his long hair suddenly exploded behind him, as if a great danger was about to befall him. Ma The Great could no longer care about his annoyance, and his whole body flipped and fell towards the ground. Then, he heard a clear voice of a child shouting, "Kill!"
A cold light flashed past, and half of Ma The Great's hair was sliced off, and the hair scattered in the air. Ma The Great could not help but feel a wave of fear in his heart. When he looked up, he saw that the child's facial features were 70% similar to Lu Tianping, and his level of practice had already reached the peak of the middle Dharma stage. After his attack had missed, he was now chasing after Ma The Great, like a tiger watching its prey.
Ma The Great's attack had been thwarted, but there were still other people who were attacking Lu Ping with their magical powers.
The moment Yu Heng Laozu of Wuxing School made his move, Lu Ping saw through him, and he shouted, "So, it turns out that the person who provoked me in the West River area is you. I'm afraid that the reputation of Wuxing School has been completely ruined by you!"
Yu Heng Laozu's face darkened, and he said in a low voice, "It's useless to say more. Today is the day that you, Lu Tianping, will die!"
The spirit treasure in Yu Heng Laozu's hand was replaced by a green, mountain-shaped spirit treasure. The moment it left his hand, it transformed into a thirty-three-feet-tall mountain, falling towards Lu Ping's head.
The moment Yu Heng Laozu made his move, Rong Mountain Laozu of the Houtu School let out a great roar and said, "Yu Heng, my friend, I am here to help you again!"
Rong Mountain Laozu pushed his hands forward and pressed down. Instantly, the thirty-three-feet-tall, green mountain was dyed with a layer of yellow earth. Along with a thunderous rumbling noise, Lu Ping's body had already been restrained by a tremendous downward force, which made it extremely difficult for him to move.
The dragon-shaped statue, which was hovering above Lu Ping's head, screamed out in a voice that only Lu Ping could hear, "Think of a way! I don't want to be crushed into pieces!"
A faint blush flashed across Lu Ping's face. The zhen yuan inside his body was like a flood that was blocked by a dam, and was preparing for the last moment of his life.
All of a sudden, Lu Ping let out a great roar. Twelve beams of multicolored light darted out from Lu Ping's body, and the yellow light that had been filling up the air was instantly shattered by the appearance of the twelve beams of multicolored light.
At the same time, the enormous mountain that was falling down suddenly paused in the air. The twelve beams of multicolored light stood in different directions, resonating with the formation pattern of the lotus under Lu Ping's feet, firmly holding the falling mountain in the air.
However, at this moment, a violent shaking came from the top of Lu Ping's head. The multicolored light of the twelve Genchen beads flickered, and they were almost crushed by the mountain spirit treasure.
It turned out that after Lu Ping had just resisted the two attacks of Yu Heng Laozu and Rong Shan Laozu, Ling Xu Laozu of the Spirit Martial Sect seized the opportunity. While most of the power of the formation pattern of the white feather lotus was used to support the mountain of the Genchen beads, Ling Xu Laozu of the Spirit Martial Sect broke the refining barrier in one fell swoop. Five of the nine dragon shadows on the wall of the Nine-dragon Bell were annihilated at once before the blow was barely blocked.
Lu Ping suddenly suffered a heavy blow. Although he was not hurt, he had fought with eleven great cultivators in succession. Even as strong as Lu Ping was, the zhen yuan in his body was in a situation where he could not support it for a while. The blow of Ling Xu Laozu made Lu Ping's situation even worse. The situation that he had struggled to maintain was almost ruined by this blow.
Lu Ping spat out a mouthful of blood mist, but he took the opportunity to crush a top-grade spirit stone. With his own blood as the guide, he held a golden scissors in his hand.
"Ling Xu of the Spirit Martial Sect, you deserve to die!"
This blow of Ling Xu Laozu almost made Lu Ping fall into a hopeless situation, which naturally made Lu Ping extremely angry. He did not hesitate to use his own blood and Profound Qi to activate the Pure Yang Spirit Treasure. The surging Pure Yang Qi constantly destroyed the soul of Ling Xu Laozu, who had rushed to Lu Ping. Even the great cultivators who were besieging Lu Ping exclaimed, "Pure Yang Spirit Treasure, it's Pure Yang Spirit Treasure!"
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