But Lu Tianxiao was beaten by a man playing the flute in the space where the treasure was located. He was beaten away by a casual move, and even the kitchen knife in his hand was knocked away.

At this time, Lu Tianxiao understood that this was the third last move. According to what the god said just now, after two more moves, he would take the life he thought of. His only redemption was to bet. Within these two moves, he could find the momentum of the word "shut up" and use this momentum in the sword technique, so that he could have a chance to win.

But now the knife is lost and knocked out.

Lu Tianxiao came out of his memories and rolled around, wanting to hold the knife in his hand again.

But how could a man playing the flute give such an opportunity? He stepped on the kitchen knife with his feet first, making Lu Tianxiao unable to pick up the kitchen knife.

Then he kicked Lu Tianxiao in the face, and Lu Tianxiao was knocked to the ground again.

Lu Tianxiao had a hundred emotions surged up. His memories were interrupted again and again, his face was slapped again and again, and he was bullied again and again. His meridians were destroyed first, and then his kitchen knife was lost. Now he was gone, and he still had to die in such a place.

The man playing the flute said, "You are really getting worse and worse. This time, you lose your weapon. Do you think that in this way, my fifth move will not slap you in the face? Impossible? I said that I must do it, and said that the fifth move will slap you in the mouth, and then the fifth move will definitely slap you. After the slap, I will send you on the road. Do you know what this is called?"

Lu Tianxiao could not hear the noise of this person at this moment. He only had one thought in his mind: I wanted to find the momentum of "shut up", I wanted to let myself fall into that emotion again, so that I could have a chance to turn the tables. Yes, I wanted to fall into that emotion, I wanted to find the momentum of shutting up.

In fact, this is a race of time. Lu Tianxiao desperately wanted to find that momentum so that he could have a chance to turn the tables. But the man playing the flute opposite always slapped him in the fifth move intentionally or unintentionally. No one could think about it when he was slapped. So Lu Tianxiao was pulled back to reality over and over again, and he could not realize his ideas.

And this time, the last slap slowly smiled at Lu Tian.

The man playing the flute said as he walked, "Hehe, he actually learned to ignore me. Do you really think that if you don't talk to me, you can escape reality? I slap you for your own good so that you can recognize the reality and then go on the road with peace of mind. Are you going to be a fool? How can you slap this last slap?"

Lu Tianxiao felt that he could not bear it anymore. Why did this man have to buzz around his ear like a fly, and even slap his mouth, so he couldn't calm down for a while, let me find that momentum?

The man who played the flute had already walked to Lu Tianxiao, and measured Lu Tianxiao's face that was already slapped like a pig's head with his hands. He said, "This is really not good at slapping it? Is it better to slap the left or the right? Oh, both sides are swollen and very high."

Lu Tianxiao lay flat on the ground, thinking in his mind, but why can't the person in front of him be unable to speak? Can't he give himself a minute?

The man playing the flute said, "Okay, it's getting late, it's all right now. You are an orphan that your parents don't raise, and you're a sect that no one likes in your life. You finally added a sect, and your weapons, magic power, and marks were all lost. The girl you fell in love with was also despised by the poor and rich second generation. I just set out like this. I think it's really a relief."

A playful smile appeared on the face of the man who played the flute, and the raised palm had already emitted light, which was obviously condensing the spell on his palm.

At this time, Lu Tianxiao was already so annoyed that he was ridiculed by the man who played the flute again, especially the light getting closer, which made Lu Tianxiao's irritability reach a peak. If he didn't vent, it would not work.

At this time, Lu Tianxiao felt a force that seemed to have been hiding in his body. Somehow it flowed to his fingers. Lu Tianxiao poked the chest of the man who played the flute with one finger.

The speed and power of this finger are amazing, exceeding all Lu Tianxiao's previous moves.

Even Lu Tianxiao felt that this move did not seem to have been used by himself.

Especially when I said something, or a word, it was a new word: "Get out."

The sound, Lu Tianxiao still sounds like his own.

But that expression, tone, and momentum are not like oneself, it seems to be a force from somewhere in one's body or deep in one's soul.

The momentum of the word "get out" exceeds the pressure on the god "Shut up." will naturally be greater.

Especially that finger passed through the light on God's hand and pierced God's chest.

Although Lu Tianxiao didn't know how to use this finger, Lu Tianxiao knew that the name of this finger was the chef's unique skill. His index finger was very moved. Master Ding Maoren told him that in Jiuyou, the ancestors demonstrated it to him. However, their moves were already perfect and could be shot in the air, and their power was not diminished. But Lu Tianxiao could only wait until his finger poked someone to exert his power.

But even such power cannot be underestimated.

Even the flute-playing man who called himself God flew out backwards, with a large transparent hole in his chest, but no bleeding, because he was just a afterimage, not a physical body.

What's even more strange is that this man who flew backwards to blow the flute was actually smiling.

The person who blows the flute stopped, but has already collapsed on the ground, and his figure gradually becomes shallow, and it is obvious that his whole body is about to gradually dissipate.

The man who played the flute said eight words and disappeared completely.

These seven words are: "It's true, see Kunlun."

Lu Tianxiao was first abused, and then exploded. He no longer had the energy to move or think, and he barely remembered these words.

When the man playing the flute dissipated, he saw a glittering mirror about to fall.

It seems that this treasure protector has always been carrying the treasure. Now that the great god has dispersed, the treasure can only land.

If a mirror is about to fall to the ground, there will be only one end.

Lu Tian laughed and tried his best to rush towards the falling mirror, and finally caught the mirror before it landed.

Lu Tianxiao held the mirror in his hand and breathed a long sigh of relief. Finally, it was safe. It was so dangerous. When there were too many things that needed to go out by himself, he was thinking about it. Now, he had to rest first and then go out. He really couldn't hold on.

Lu Tianxiao picked up the mirror again and found that the mirror was really a good mirror. However, why did the scenery in front of him blur?

The third update. I hope my friends like it.
Chapter completed!