Starting as a Son-in-law to Establish an immortal Family

Chapter 715: Chapter 268: The Might of the Nine-Colored Tribulation Lightning, Dual Cultivation Technique!_2

Their effort on Fang Yu was considerable, to say the least.

It was all for the information about the Ancient Relic Site obtained from his Core Formation cave abode.

Contained within were opportunities related to Core Formation.

But now that Fang Yu was dead, all their efforts had gone to waste.

“Not good!”

Upon seeing this, Lu Changsheng knew that the group of Robber Cultivators was well-prepared for his Talisman Formation.

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He immediately sacrificed the remaining 7,200 Profound Truth Tactic posts, anchoring the Talismans in all directions to form an iron shield.

He then activated part of the Talisman Formation, their magic auras connected, whipping up a fierce storm of fire, sweeping towards the bald man.

“Second brother, this kid is tricky. Don’t give him any chances!”

The man in a red robe yelled to the bald man.

As he spoke, the Red Dragon-patterned Long Saber in his hand roared with fiery energy, the brilliance of its flame soaring to the sky, slashing a long dragon made of flames dozens of yards long, turning the flickering darkness below the Great Formation into a crimson glow, intent on burning all of Lu Changsheng’s Talismans to ashes.

“Big brother, I understand!”

The bald man spoke in a deep voice, his muscles swelling and throbbing, with a glint of gold glistening as he tossed a string of Light Gold Buddha Beads towards the Bronze Spear in the sky.

Following that, holding a Black Short Stick, he charged towards Lu Miaoge like a wrathful King Kong, his aura ferocious.

He had instantly recognized that Lu Changsheng’s strength and tactics were far superior to Lu Miaoge’s, and much more difficult to deal with.

Lu Miaoge was currently maneuvering the Talisman Treasure, unable to fend off others; attacking her could also distract Lu Changsheng.

“Sister Miaoge, just use the Talisman to protect yourself!”

Seeing this, Lu Changsheng’s sleeves fluttered as more Talismans flew out, merging with the Talisman Formation, whipping up fierce winds and fire to block the bald man.

At the same time, he commanded the Six-Winged Golden Silkworm to strike at the bald man.

“Red Sun Fire Dragon Cover!”

The man in the red robe spewed forth a stream of crimson radiance from his mouth.

A small, flame-like red cover appeared, enveloping the man, circling above his head, cloaking his entire body.

Then holding the Red Dragon-patterned Long Saber, he summoned a series of flame dragons, rushing close to attack Lu Changsheng.

He knew that in the face of Lu Changsheng in such a situation, he absolutely could not give him a chance to catch his breath.

Otherwise, once he regained his composure, he might have some kind of trump card or reserve tactic.

“Close combat? Well then, let’s see if you can withstand the power of my Divine Skills.”

Lu Changsheng watched the man in the red robe charging towards him, then glanced at Lu Miaoge, his expression becoming fierce.

He had no intention of dragging out the battle and prepared for a quick and decisive conclusion.

Nine Treasures Ruyi Bone—Nine-Colored Tribulation Light!

With a thunderous sound, it was as though a volcano had erupted or a river had broken its banks within his chest, much like the thunderous roar that resonated with a grand and mysterious aura.

From afar, Lu Changsheng appeared like a deity, his mana surging around him, instilling dread in those who watched.

The bald man and Lu Miaoge beside couldn’t help but glance at Lu Changsheng, unsure of what was happening.

The next moment, a tsunami of resplendent nine-colored divine light burst forth from Lu Changsheng’s chest, surging and endless.

Within the tribulation light, runic symbols undulated like wriggling tadpoles, exuding an aura that could suppress and destroy all forms of magic.

“What kind of Technique is this!?”

The man in the red robe could not recognize the Divine Skills and felt an ominous palpitation from Lu Changsheng’s immeasurably powerful technique.

Not daring to be the slightest bit negligent, he pushed his Red Sun Fire Dragon Cover to its limits, the Spiritual Light flashing wildly and the aura of fire churning, with a fierce and impressive fire dragon coiling atop the shield.

“Boom!”

As the Nine-Colored Tribulation Light descended, the dozens of yards long flame dragons that the man in the red robe had slashed out instantly disintegrated into ashes.

Immediately after, the fire dragon coiled around his protective shield let out a mournful cry, dissipating visibly to the naked eye.

“How is this possible!?”

The man in the red robe’s eyes revealed disbelief as he quickly exerted his full strength to drive the Red Sun Fire Dragon Cover.

Countless red spiritual blossoms burst forth, transforming into a series of fire dragons.

But no sooner had a fire dragon appeared than it was scattered by the nine-colored light, turned to ash.

In merely an instant, the man in the red robe felt his mana being rapidly drained, struggling to maintain his efforts, his face turning pale, his breath ragged.

Meanwhile, Lu Changsheng stood with an indifferent expression, like a deity presiding over life and death, showing no signs of excessive strain.

“Humming—”

The Red Sun Fire Dragon Cover hovering above his head buzzed continuously, cracks appearing on its surface.

“How is this possible? How can he, at the initial stage of Foundation Establishment, have such mana, to wield such a Technique!?”

The man in the red robe’s face contorted in pain, blood oozing from his seven orifices, unable to utter a word.

If it weren’t for the mismatch in Lu Changsheng’s mana aura, showing no sign of Core Formation, he would have believed that the man before him was a False Core Immortal!

He had once encountered a False Core Immortal whose attacks were nowhere near as domineering.

The next moment.

“Boom!”

The Red Sun Fire Dragon Cover, a top-tier Spiritual Artifact, let out a pitiful wail before bursting apart, shattering into pieces.

The Nine-Colored Tribulation Light struck the man in the red robe, sending him flying backward, his body crisped and shattered, his flesh a blurry mess.

“Aaah——”

Under this strike, the man in the red robe suffered devastating injuries.

Like a mountain, his body smashed into a shop not far away, pulverizing it into rubble, as he spat mouthfuls of fresh blood.

“Not bad,” Lu Changsheng muttered to himself, slightly nodding his head.

He was quite satisfied with the power of the Nine-Colored Tribulation Light, though it was a pity to completely ruin a Spiritual Artifact.

He turned to the Six-Winged Golden Silkworm, his Mental Spirit drifting slightly: “Go.”

“Swoosh!”

In an instant, the Six-Winged Golden Silkworm released its bloodthirsty evil aura and transformed into a streak of golden light, shooting towards the man in the red robe.

At this moment, the man in the red robe attempted to execute his Body Refining Techniques.