Bang!

There was another loud noise, and the tall and majestic monk flew backwards as if he were a hill.

This is the 46th time Pi Zhenren has been knocked down, vomited blood, and injured. Fortunately, the man opposite him has not been much better. The third level of the heavens is one level higher than his cultivation level, but he is still shook his spleen by Pi Zhenren's claw, lying to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

"Win again..."

"Oh, it's another tragic victory. It's a miracle that he can survive until now."

"That day he was the first to surrender to Luo Chuan, and was valued and became the lord of the Polang Camp. The maximum number of monks under his command was nearly 5,000, which was really powerful. But not many people really obeyed him at that time. Everyone said that he could become the lord of the Polang Camp, but because he was the first to show his loyalty to Luo Chuan."

"Now, no one dares to disobey him in the remaining monks of the Polang Camp. Unfortunately, there are less than one ten monks of the Polang Camp, and there are less than seven hundred people in the remaining monks."

"Haha, it's incredible to have more than 600 people, which shows how powerful Luo Chuan's remaining power is... A dead person can still make all forces in the Beihai afraid of it, and that's the monster Luo Chuan."

In front of the volcanic mudflat, monks gathered from all directions of the North Sea looked at the "Ro Family Camp" that had been staying in the distance for more than half a month, sighing and sighing.

In the "Ro Family Camp", there are a full range of monks from the cannon fodder camp, masters and disciples of the great master of alchemy, the second emperor Qiu Feng, and the remaining more than 600 people from the Polang Camp led by Pi Zhenren.

This is also a huge formation, but it is nothing to Polang City today.

After the news of Luo Chuan being killed by the Beiji Emperor spread, more and more powerful people gathered to Polang City, and the three Beihai sects were also ready to move, as for their purpose. It is obvious that they all wanted to come and share a piece of the pie after Luo Chuan's death. With Luo Chuan's death, there was another rumor spreading wildly in the Tianchen Continent. The cultivation resources that Luo Chuan owns - a monster that can compete with the emperor in such a short time, ranks 71st on the Nine Heavens Giants' Storm List. The resource treasures that Luo Chuan owns naturally have reached a shocking number.

The most reliable burial place for the "Luochuan Treasure" is the volcanic mudflat outside Polang City. Since Luo Chuan left, the cannon fodder camp has always been there, never leaving. Compared with the young monks in the cannon fodder camp who are guarding the trial palace above their heads, everyone is more willing to believe that the brothers of the cannon fodder camp are silently guarding the resource treasures left by Luo Chuan and the last glimmer of hope for Luo Chuan.

In the city of Bolang, Bo Shiba confronted the powerful emperors sent by various forces on his own.

Outside Polang City, the cannon fodder camp and Polang camp have become the target of public criticism.

In this moment, Pi Zhenren had already crawled up crookedly, with a bruised nose and swollen face. He waved his arms and shouted at the hostile monks not far away: "Come on! Keep going! Didn't you say you want to fight? Who is the next one? Pi is waiting here!"

Behind him, the remaining monks of the Polang Camp had complex eyes and remained silent. From time to time, someone sighed lightly, and finally couldn't hold on. They came out of the crowd and bowed toward the Pi Zhenren. They left the camp.

The Polang Camp, which only has more than 600 people, is still decreasing. Even though Pi Zhenren is determined by his own strength and passionateness, he is still hard to change the fact that Luo Chuan is dead.

"One more? OK, OK, OK! When you joined the Polang Camp, you all swore your chest and swore, but now you are all going to be this treacherous villain! Do you really think Captain Luo is dead as the rumor said? Hahaha, it's the funnyest joke that Pi has ever heard!" Pi Zhenren squirted at the monk who left, with a look of contempt and disdain.

The monks of the Polang Camp who were originally planning to leave were stunned by the red-eyed Pi Zhenren and did not take any steps for a while. The monks who had surrounded the volcanic mudflats not far away were all mocking and sarcastic. The eyes of the Pi Zhenren were as if they were looking at a fool.

Pi Zhenren seemed to be really obsessed with her hands and feet, with red eyes and roaring hysterically.

At this moment, a figure flashed through his afterglow.

"One more comes! Are you leaving too?" Pi Zhenren cursed before she could see clearly.

"Old Pi...it's me."

"Uh, Lao Yang, it's you." Pi Zhenren can see clearly that the person who came was his partner of the past month, Old Man Yang, blushed, a bitterness flashed across the bottom of his eyes, and a faint voice was transmitted into the secret: "Old Yang, how do you think I'm acting?"

"Okay. The camp owner has fineness in the thick, and soft in the hard. Now everyone thinks that the camp owner is a person who is good at repaying kindness and righteousness, and is righteous!" Old Man Yang gave a thumbs up in his sleeve and exclaimed.

"What do you mean? I am!" Pi Zhenren said solemnly, Yu Guang glanced at the cannon fodder camp not far behind him, and said with some silence: "But why do those old men still look cold and have not seen them greet them for three days, and have never revealed any... Could it be that our guess is wrong? The cannon fodder camp is not waiting to divide Luo Chuan's treasure? They are really just a group of stupid dead soldiers?"

"This... Logically speaking, if the cannon fodder camp is so loyal, the cannon fodder camp should have made some statements. Although Luo Chuan is dead, the cannon fodder camp and Luo Chuan have a life-and-death relationship. At this time, you should be moved to see the battalion leader like this. The battalion leader holds on for a while." Old man Yang also looked strange.

"I can't stand it. I've been beaten for three days... Old man Yang, if the cannon fodder camp has no more statements, I'll leave! What a bullshit leader of the wave camp, without Luo Chuan, he is not even as good as a bird egg! I stayed here to act and was regarded as a fool, just to share some treasures. Is it easy for me to say I am!" Pi Zhenren sent a message into a secret and cursed.

"Persistent for a while. No matter how hard the people in the cannon fodder camp are, they will sooner or later be moved by Brother Pi. As long as they can be regarded as their own, they will be able to have a treasure without Brother Pi." Old Man Yang sighed.

The leader of the Polang Camp and his dog-headed military advisor did not speak anymore. The two of them held their heads and chests up, blocking the remaining monks of the Polang Camp behind them. They looked righteous and did not notice at all. Li Xiaochen, one of the three masters of the Cannon Fodder Camp, raised his head and glanced at the two of them, with a hint of sneering on their faces.

At this moment, Li Xiaochen's eyelids twitched, but a familiar aura came from afar. The heaven and earth were as weak as it was, and the aura came from the emptiness. The way of deriving the Moluo impacted his body's qi and blood, internal organs!

Li Xiaochen's heart trembled, his body trembled, he looked up at the little light in the gray clouds, his face showed ecstasy, and he quickly calmed down.

Not only Li Xiaochen, but also the other brothers in the cannon fodder camp responded almost the same.

That is the Demonic Immortal Smoke!

The Demonic Immortal Smoke that only the brothers in the cannon fodder camp can sense!

The moment the Demonic Immortal Smoke appeared, the blood of 216 powerful physical cultivators of the first-level heavens began to fly, the power of the spiritual platform was circulating wildly, and the vitality of life was also rapidly increasing under the urging of the blood! Only one person could bring such a feeling... In the rumor, the leader of the cannon fodder camp, Luo Chuan!

"So strong... How could the boss's Mo Luo Xianyan be strengthened so much at once!" Hongbei opened her eyes and looked surprised.

"This is a hundred times... hundreds of times... no, thousands of times! The boss... he must have had another adventure! But what kind of adventure is it..." Li Xiaochen opened his mouth slightly.

Wang Hu opened his eyes the third time, and his eyes were also surprised, but he was far less surprised than Li Xiaochen's Hongbei.

"The thousand-fold gap is no longer something that can be achieved by upgrading to the first and second levels... Let's guess what realm the boss is now? When he left, he was only at the first level of the heavens." Wang Hu showed a rare smile on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared in the cannon fodder camp.

This figure is extremely faint, like a beam of dark light, which cannot be seen even by the Emperor from a distance, but the brothers of the cannon fodder camp can see it.

Looking at the white-robed monk who walked out of the dark light and gradually became clear, the brothers of the cannon fodder camp were not shocked, excited, or cheered loudly, and quietly looked at the young man who was walking to the center, with a neither salty smile on his face.

After being lost to the boss for more than a month, listening to rumors day and night, the Bolang Camp, Qiu Feng, and the master and disciple of Kongkong Taoist gradually became suspicious, and no one of the 216 men in the cannon fodder camp had ever doubted it. For Luo Chuan, they had a calm and sometimes almost crazy paranoid belief. Since they left the Great Sorrow and Cold Heaven that year, they always believed that no one in this world could stump their boss, let alone hurt Luo Chuan.

"Boss, congratulations." Wang Hu took the lead and bowed to Luo Chuan.

The brothers from the cannon fodder camp congratulated each other.

Luo Chuan kept his breath restrained and maintained among them. A circle of chaotic gray mist floated around them. With their eyesight, they could not tell what level the boss had reached. But with the fleeting Demonic Immortal Smoke, the boss's gains this time will never be small.

"Hmph, he's just a second emperor."

A sarcastic voice came from the side.

Wang Jue bowed respectfully to Luo Chuan, while his current teacher, Taoist Kong Kong, held his arms with his arms, turned his head disdainfully, and sneered.

In his eyes that pretended to be disdainful were full of envy and a hint of bitterness.

From the first time in the Demon Sect Gong Feizhou to Luo Chuan who fled in a panic, Luo Chuan has grown into a giant, a monster genius, and a second emperor who has made a fortune in half a century. It can be said that Taoist Kong Kong witnessed Luo Chuan's growth in the Nine Heavens World with his own eyes, and his growth rate can only be described in the word "pervert".

Gradually, Taoist Kongkong had lost his initial reluctance, dissatisfaction and disdain for Luo Chuan. Although he had never admitted it, he looked at Luo Chuan's gaze becoming more and more gentle, as if he was looking at a junior in a family.

I don't know when, but he occasionally forgot the original purpose of following Luo Chuan from time to time, as if he could witness the rise of another monster that was not inferior to Jiulongjun, and he was already satisfied.

But every time it was late at night, he felt his declining cultivation level, and he would suddenly wake up and stare at Xingyue alone in a daze.

Today, his cultivation has finally officially fallen below the realm of Taoism and returns to his magic power, as if he has fallen into the mortal world. (To be continued)

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