Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

Corpses fell one after another in front of Lu Hao, blood flowed all over the ground, and the strange patterns on the ground were quickly absorbing the blood.

He was also covered in wounds, mainly because he had attacked and killed too many people, and some of the cultivators were in possession of the sect's extremely powerful secret treasures.

"Wind without Shadow!" Lu Hao used the 36 sword techniques of the Xie family that he had learned from his opponent.

He used the thirty-six sword shadows to the extreme. A monk who rushed forward was pierced through the head by his sword. Blood spurted out from the back of his head. The monk fell to the ground with a thud, horror in his eyes.

Lu Hao was still evolving, from thirty-six sword techniques, he developed seventy-two, and sword shadows shot out like raindrops.

Several more monks were killed by him, and the corpses in the field had almost piled up into a small mountain.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Before Lu Hao could stop, more than a dozen high-level spiritual treasures flew towards him. His heart skipped a beat and he kept dodging.

"Qiankun Bracelet Sacrifice." A female monk had been waiting for Lu Hao for a long time. Seeing that he had entered the attack range, she hurriedly shot a white light at his back.

"puff!"

Lu Hao was hit by a long-planned attack. Although he was coughing up blood, he took advantage of the situation and threw the long sword in his hand.

The long sword cut through the air and pierced the woman's throat directly, causing blood to spurt out.

Lu Hao walked slowly to the front of the woman who had sacrificed the Qiankun Bracelet and pulled out the long sword that was stuck in her throat.

"Fellow Daoist... please let me go." The woman spoke with difficulty, and with every word she spoke, a large amount of blood gushed out of her throat.

"In your next life, remember not to mess with me." Lu Hao's voice was ruthless and full of indifference.

As he finished speaking, his fist turned golden, and at the same time, thick lightning wrapped around his arm, and he punched down heavily.

The lightning completely submerged the place, and when it faded away, the woman had turned into a piece of charcoal that was unrecognizable and torn into pieces.

Silence, deathly silence, with only the sound of blood dripping from corpses.

The decisiveness and ruthlessness displayed by Lu Hao at this moment made many people feel a chill on their backs. The biting coldness enveloped their whole bodies, shocking everyone.

Many people previously had the impression that Lu Hao was a playful person who would not kill beautiful women. But at this moment, they realized that they were wrong.

If this man really killed someone, his methods would be extremely cruel. The woman had obviously no strength to fight, and Lu Hao could have easily killed her with a single sword strike, but he chose to kill her in the most painful way.

"Is this still the Lu Hao I know?" Bangying was also stunned at this moment. She originally thought that she knew the other party very well through some of the events that happened, but at this moment she found that she was extremely wrong.

Looking at the large number of corpses in front of them, no one dared to move forward for a moment. Everyone looked at the god of death in front of them with horror.

"Are you okay?" The little nun saw a thin figure standing in front of her resolutely, facing the danger ahead alone, and a ripple appeared in her heart after years of practicing Taoism.

"I'm fine." Lu Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head.

"What have you realized?" Lu Hao glanced at the little Taoist nun behind him and said with a smile.

This killing god was extremely cruel to them, but he showed a sunny smile to the women who were protecting him, which made some women envy him.

Which woman doesn't like a man who is strong and domineering to the outside world but gentle and considerate to the inside?

The little nun naturally noticed the change in Lu Hao's eyes when he looked at her, and her heart was beating like a deer.

"I have acquired a Taoist magic spell, Daoyan Jue." The little Taoist nun smiled sweetly.

This is a very precious Taoist secret book, which will be of great use to her in comprehending the Three Purities. She had been looking for it before, but she didn't expect to find it here unexpectedly.

"It seems to be true. It is related to the method I practice and my talent," Lu Hao nodded secretly.

"Go and accept the inheritance quickly, I will help you resist." The little Taoist nun's slender jade hand quickly drew mysterious and strange lines in the void, and suddenly glowing talismans continued to emerge from the void.

Dense talismans kept rotating around the two of them.

Lu Hao took the small tower and concentrated his mind. At the same time, he was very much looking forward to it. With his powerful sword-cultivation talent and terrifying physical strength, it goes without saying that the spells he would obtain would definitely be extraordinary.

His whole body glowed and resonated with the small tower, and a set of exercises gradually appeared in his mind. As soon as he read it, he was stunned.

"Self-touching hand?" Lu Hao thought he didn't see it clearly, so he looked at it a few more times and found that he was not mistaken. The name of this skill was called Self-touching hand.

Not only was he stunned, but everyone in the square was stunned. What kind of strange technique was this that required touching oneself?

And as soon as they heard the name of this technique, they knew it was not a good one. For a moment, everyone stopped attacking.

Looking at the spell names revealed by the small tower, some monks couldn't help laughing, while some female monks had fiery eyes.

This small tower inherits the spells that are most suitable for one's own practice based on one's talent.

Just like the little Taoist nun, her inherited magic is the Taoist magic Tianyan Jue.

The inheritance that the sword cultivator had obtained earlier was the "Spiritual Sword Technique," and the inheritance that the physical cultivator had obtained was the "Ten Chapters on Body Refining."

But when it came to Lu Hao, he obtained the self-touching hand, which showed that Xiaota thought he was extremely suitable for practicing this technique.

Lu Hao was somewhat unwilling to give up, so after learning the self-touching technique, he continued to receive the inheritance.

"Airplane Hand!" This time, the person who appeared was actually an airplane hand.

Lu Hao was speechless. Why were all his spells related to hands? After he learned the airplane hand, he continued to accept the inheritance.

"The art of speaking!" Lu Hao almost burst into curses. Is this also considered magic?

This spell, as the name suggests, increases the speed of speech.

"Eight hundred fatal blows in a row!" Lu Hao felt like his mentality was about to explode. Why did he have to fight so many times?

"Pushing the palace to bleed."

"Small Airplane Technique"

"Big Airplane Technique"

Faced with the names of these spells, everyone couldn't help but hold their stomachs and burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!" Even Bangying laughed without any ladylike manner, completely forgetting Lu Hao's previous image as a god of death.

"Uh..." A few black lines appeared on the little nun's forehead. What kind of messed up spells are these?

"One Finger Zen." Lu Hao finally saw a spell with a decent name. He was overjoyed. He had finally gotten what he had been waiting for.

After accepting the finger technique inheritance, the expression on Lu Hao's face was very interesting, from joy to anger.

"What kind of finger technique is this?" the little nun couldn't help but ask.

"This is to increase the speed of my fingers. I'm just a cultivator, why do I need such fast fingers?" Lu Hao couldn't bear it anymore and threw the small tower to the ground in anger.

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