Chapter 300: Eight Wonderful Techniques Turned into Powder "Why?""Is it similar to the method of controlling objects?" The two elders' faces turned red as livers, and they struggled with all their might. Their true Qi burst out one after another, but the chains kept shrinking, binding them like crabs with their legs tied up, unable to get up. The rest of the Quanzhen disciples were breathing rapidly and moving slowly, as if they would fall to the ground at any time. Their means of resistance could not withstand the invasion of the cold energy, and now large areas of frost had formed on their limbs. If Lu Jin hadn't deliberately held back, they, who were not even as strong as the four madmen of Quan Xing, would have been frozen into ice sculptures in a flash. The company's employees also surrendered one after another. Most of them were innate supernatural beings. After their supernatural powers were exposed in their early years, they were secretly recruited by the company, assigned jobs, and continued to develop their abilities. Unlike other acquired supernatural powers, they have neither teachers from their sects to guide them nor assist them in their practice. In order to reasonably control the potential risks brought about by their evolution, the company will not provide them with precise assistance in developing their supernatural powers. As a result, they have always had to rely on themselves to explore, and either take the wrong path or make slow progress in their practice. Very few of them can achieve extraordinary achievements. They may be very capable in investigating aliens, but they are completely negligent in tempering and polishing their bodies. The Quanzhen disciples could still withstand Lu Jin's cold breath and hold out for a while, but they were far inferior to him. Except for two temporary workers and Director Cheng Nan, the rest felt like they were at the North and South Poles. Faced with the biting cold wind, they had no means to deal with it. Even walking was a luxury. Their bodies were as cold as iron and did not obey their commands at all. The company executives who were watching the battle from afar became increasingly nervous, feeling extremely disappointed. This result was far beyond their expectations, and judging by the current situation, the chances of winning were slim.
In just a dozen seconds, only the master of Baiyun Temple, Elder Yunxu, Wang Zhenqiu, Lao Meng, and Cheng Nan could still move. "Pong!" A cluster of deep red flames ignited at Wang Zhenqiu's fingertips, dispelling the coldness that had seeped into his bones. This was the method he learned from his friends in the Huode Sect, "leading the fire", which allowed the true Qi in the body to be burned in an orderly manner. However, the situation was worse than he had expected. The flame was dim and thin, and on the verge of going out at any moment. The true energy was being consumed at an abnormally fast rate. "." "Master Xu, Uncle Cheng, can you hold back Mr. Lu? I have a method that may work." Wang Zhenqiu also has a trump card - the Millet Gold Fixation, which is similar to the Taoist secret technique of 'casting beans to turn them into soldiers', and has an effect similar to the folk magic of immobilization. The millet refined by the secret spell is sprinkled out to fix and restrain the living things that touch it. As he spoke, he observed the location and environment of Lu Jin and entered the state of casting the spell in advance. Only one second was enough. "I try my best." Cheng Nan responded reluctantly, holding several dark purple mysterious cards in his hands. They were items created by his innate supernatural power "Fantasy". Through years of intense mental concentration, the desired abilities are materialized in the form of cards. The energy and effort spent is no less than that of a monk carving talismans. "Everyone, follow me." The master of Baiyun Temple called out to him and urged him to move, but his steps stopped abruptly. A terrible throbbing emerged from deep in his heart. "." Lu Jin did not give these five people any chance. His eyes were indifferent and he waved his hand. His true energy flowed like a torrent and he cast a small silver barrier to trap everyone. In an instant, the temperature of the cold breath lingering around him as thin as a gauze mist suddenly plummeted, and it was so cold that it almost condensed the space. He stood in a pure ice-blue light, spotless. The true form of the cold domain. This is a unique skill developed by Lu Jin based on the triple rebirth and the characteristics of the true method. Even the five people who were more than ten meters away felt the unspeakable suffocation. Countless biting cold winds were howling in front of them. Every meter forward was a great torture. Not to mention touching their clothes, even the cost of walking a few more meters was not something they could afford.
Especially the biologist Lao Meng, he was completely at his wits' end. The bacteria he domesticated fell into a deep sleep one after another. The extremely low temperature was simply a disaster that could lead to the extinction of the microorganisms. "Ok?" Wang Zhenqiu's plan failed and he stopped where he was. A cluster of flames condensed in his right hand, which gradually formed the shape of arrow feathers. He pointed the fingertips of his left hand at the target, and his right hand pulled back as if catching a rocket, gathering enough power and releasing it in an instant. “Hurry!” The flaming arrow shot out with a sharp explosion, and everyone watched anxiously, waiting to test the effect of this attack. "Kakakaka!!" After flying across several meters, the arrow feathers that were burning fiercely solidified and crystallized in an instant, freezing in the void. Inaccessible. Cannot be destroyed. Witnessing this scene, the five people felt powerless. They were not in the same league as Lu Jin at all. It was simply wishful thinking for them to win by relying on strategy. "." Lu Jin was calm, and he formed seals with his hands. The time and place were all right. He recited the ancient soul-breaking spell, and an obscure and mysterious voice continued to come out. At first, everyone thought that it was some kind of spell before casting a spell, and they were on high alert. However, they did not expect that the sounds mixed with mysterious power were the ancient magic itself. "what!!!" “Ah!! Stop. Stop it!!” Caught off guard, all five of them were hit. Their brains seemed to explode, and their sensitive and fragile nerves were flooded with countless pains. They turned pale in pain, lost their reason, and fell to the ground. The evil sound stopped abruptly, and Lu Jin did not continue to recite. One second was just enough for all five people to lose their ability to resist. If he continued to recite, it would only destroy the souls of the five people. There was no need for that. He controlled his movements, released the barrier, and the cold area dissipated. The hasty competition came to an end. The master of Baiyun Temple and Taoist Yunxu felt cold all over. They had just brushed past death, and their hearts were beating so fast that they seemed to be jumping out of their chests. They almost fainted. Wang Zhenqiu coughed up a streak of bright red blood, his hands and feet went limp, and he half-knelt on the ground. After three minutes of staring, no one stood up to challenge. There was no doubt that the winner was Lu Jin. "how so." Several Quanzhen disciples murmured to themselves, their eyes evasive, unable to accept such a tragic defeat, and cried out in sorrow. Huang Boren and Mr. Liang were filled with disappointment. "That's it." Jiang Mo held eight scriptures in his palms and exerted a little force with his five fingers, shattering them into powder. Along with them, the expectant hearts of dozens of people were also shattered. All the Quanzhen disciples were in despair, as if all their spirit had been drained out of their bodies. The company's top executives all had grim faces and were in a bad mood. "Go back to where you came from. I won't see you off."
Jiang Mo's barrier forcibly squeezed out these visitors, and instantly teleported them back to the sect on the top of the mountain. The formation separated the inside and the outside, and the people from Quanzhen and the company were left in the quiet mountain forest, at a loss. "company.?" "Ah!" The master of Baiyun Temple, who was helped up by his disciples, thought of the company's double-dealing and could not help but get angry and sneered: "Is this how you help us?" "Sorry, we were inconsiderate." Huang Boren tried to explain the reason, but the other party was unwilling to listen and led the Quanzhen Longmen people away. "Walk." The two sides broke up unhappy. At this moment, Master Baiyun Temple's disgust towards the company's directors reached an extreme level. Without their interference and obstruction, let alone whether or not one could obtain the qualifications to practice the extraordinary skills, at least those scriptures would not have been destroyed. night. The news of the destruction of the Eight Great Skills spread like wildfire, and it was suspected that they were released by a Quanzhen disciple, causing a shock in the martial arts world. Those sects that were unwilling to have any dealings with the company in the first place became even more wary when they learned of the company's diametrically opposed strategies. There are even rumors that the company wanted to seize the Eight Wonders to strengthen control over strange people in the country, but unexpectedly it was defeated by the Sanyi Sect. With this previous experience as a lesson, the Huashan Sect, the Namo Sect, the Wang Family, and the Lu Family were unwilling to hand over their special skills in the face of pressure from the company's directors and regional managers. The coveters lurking in the shadows all turned their attention to these famous and upright sects. The company's interrogation of Wudang headmaster Zhou Meng and several elders went smoothly. They sat on the "Congkuan Bench" and spoke the truth, declaring that the murders against the Chunyang and Qingjing sects were not committed by them. The clues were cut off here. Director Bi Youlong then locked down the approximate scope of the murderer from the testimony of witnesses and the autopsy report. His method of controlling spirits and devouring souls was suspected to be related to the Wang family, the Feng family, the Northeastern shaman lineage, and the Liangshan shamans. However, because Zhou Sheng fled in a hurry the night before and his whereabouts were unknown, the company was unable to arrest him for evidence. The next day, four o'clock in the morning. The Namo sect, which is responsible for keeping the source of the Qi body, was attacked at night by evil cultivators. A total of 12 people came with great force and fought fiercely with the Namo sect. Both sides suffered casualties. Several evil cultivators fled with serious injuries, and two Namo sect elders died of Qi. Same night. The closed Lujia Village was also invaded by thieves. Seven evil cultivators bypassed the company's informant's sentry and tried to seize the Shuangquan Hand, but they triggered the Qi net that Lu Ci had arranged in advance using Ruyi Jin. The weak Qi was as dense as silk, penetrating the ground and was as calm as a lake. Any slight movement, whether it is flying over eaves or running on walls, or hiding underground, will cause ripples as long as it comes into contact with an object. The village was quiet and eerie. The Lu family members were under house arrest and were not allowed to go out. Only an old figure came with his hands behind his back. "Lü Ci?!" The seven night attackers were quite surprised, especially when they saw that no one else was following them, they were even more eager to kidnap the person immediately. "Do you know why we are here, old man? Hurry up and hand over the blood of your people, or will you go with us?"
"Huh? You still want to leave alive?" Lu Ci seemed to have heard a humorous joke. He stretched out his hands and gushed out a surging lake-blue Qi. His hundred years of cultivation of Ruyi Jin was fully displayed at this moment, and his ten fingers covered with calluses also emitted wisps of scarlet light. "call out!" The evil cultivator suddenly attacked, and the seven men surrounded him, each using their own methods. "boom!" Lu Ci raised his fist, and ninety-nine eighty-one powerful Qi forces suddenly appeared. He met the fight head-on, deflecting the hidden weapons while going straight for the leader, grabbing his wrist, the moment of contact, the force penetrated his limbs and bones, and the red hand took advantage of the situation to launch an attack. The whip kick that attacked the old man's temple was accompanied by a terrifying aura, but before it hit him, he suddenly stiffened. "You!!!" The evil cultivator let out a shrill scream, his face twisted like a ghost. The bones in his body suddenly turned into powder, and his right arm underwent an inexplicable change in quality, becoming as brittle and soft as paper. Lu Ci tore it off easily, and blood gushed out like a fountain. This evil cultivator, who had just entered the Grandmaster level, was confident that his cultivation was strong enough and that he could at least fight for a few rounds. However, his internal organs were smashed into a pulp in an instant and he was severely injured. Before he could react, he was slaughtered on the spot. (End of this chapter)