"Let's go, I haven't seen Uncle Luo for a long time." Zhou Buchen smiled faintly, carried the sword and followed Luo Chuan.

The third level of the heavens has not yet broken through to the second emperor. Even in the canyon, Zhou Buchen's cultivation is not the best, but when the wooden sword on his shoulder gently raised, the whole world seemed to be picked up by him.

"Haha, I said that Luo Hao would make a breakthrough by himself, but I still couldn't let it go."

Zhou Buchen sneered, and in the morning, he saw the white pig and black dog by the forest, as well as the monk in the canyon with hidden mysterious patterns.

"Are they... Polang Camp?" Zhou Buchen raised his eyebrows.

"Haoer grew up in the cannon fodder battalion, and is also a student of Yuan Xiao, the leader of the Eight Desolate War Group. Only Polang Camp is relatively unfamiliar. With his current Tianmen cultivation, he cannot find my innate mysterious pattern." Luo Chuan shook his head: "Actually, I hope to give him a chance to exercise. But they would not allow it. Pretend not to notice that Luo Hao escaped from the Origin, secretly mobilized the power of Polang Camp to track and protect Luo Hao."

"There are only one hundred and eight divisions of the Polang Camp, and only one division will be mobilized, so there will be nearly 10,000 people. The blessing of the cave heaven is indeed the first treasure land for cultivating monks."

Zhou Buchen looked back and smiled playfully.

In the canyon, more than 10,000 monks watching the periphery race were talking, whispering, and their expressions were different. But Luo Hao floated down and stood on the ring. Among the over 10,000 monks, among the over 10,000 monks, their eyes suddenly became focused and nervous, and they glanced around with great vigilance. Nearly 10,000 gazes were composed into a huge defensive network. Even if there was a little turbulence and a slight posing a potential threat to Luo Hao, they could not escape the surveillance of the gaze of the French Net.

Nearly 10,000 monks who disguised themselves as spectators and onlookers all had their cultivation above the first level of the heavens!

This is just one of the 108 pieces of the Polang Camp! As the group with the largest number of people among the three major battle groups under Luochuan, the 108 pieces of the Polang Camp are all in equal strength, and they are the backbone.

"Ten years, plus the long river of time, the cave heaven and the blessed land, and millions of heavens are actually not many. But even millions of heavens are not as good as a ancestral master." Luo Chuan thought indifferently.

"Zu Zun... I'll do this now. As long as you want to achieve great achievements in the future, even if you create nearly three-digit ancestral masters, it's not a problem." Zhou Buchen said lightly.

"You are so confident in me?" Luo Chuan said with a smile.

"Yes, I was waiting for that day many years ago. If the cycle of reincarnation does not begin, where will I find her?" Zhou Buchen looked up at the starry sky above his head, smiled, and followed Luo Chuan's footsteps.

On the mountain floor, the elderly monk in charge of this area competition saw Luo Hao's pupils shrink slightly, covering the mysterious mark under his wrist quietly, and said lightly: "The nine people are all here, then, let's start."

Swish!

The eight real winners all looked at Luo Hao with different expressions.

"Senior, there are only eight people participating in the last round in our district. This kid was infiltrated." Feng Xuanbin pointed at Luo Hao and said angrily.

"Eight people? What are you talking about? There are obviously nine people. Why? Do you want to question this path? Or do you want to quit?" The elderly monk stared at Feng Xuanbin with a cold face.

"I..." Feng Xuanbin looked at the elderly monk in disbelief, then turned his head and looked at the other seven young monks who advanced one by one.

Three of them showed absurd, strange, and incredible expressions, while the other four looked as usual, as if they should have been like this.

Feng Xuanbin was stunned.

Luo Hao was also stunned.

He looked at the elderly monk who showed his good looks deep in his eyes, then looked around and swept through the "onlookers" who suddenly became familiar in the canyon, and curled his lips.

"It's true. You arranged it in advance again... Fortunately, I finally didn't take action in front of me this time."

Luo Hao stretched, turned around, looked at Feng Xuanbin, and smiled: "Let's have fun?"

...

The endless slopes of the ice field, the low and distant misty sky, on the easternmost point of the Star Abyss, on the top of the dark mountains, an immortal palace rises between the sun and the moon.

Above the Immortal Palace are a lot of stars.

There are several types of stars, stars, dark stars, ancient stars, and new stars... Two gangs of monks stand above these stars that belong to the Star Abyss.

These two gangs of monks dressed in dress and even their temperaments were very close. They had black robes and white faces, and their bodies exuded a smug atmosphere, as if they were transcendent from the world and wandered between the nine heavens and the three realms.

Hundreds of Youyou Envoys on the left flew out of Youyou Immortal Palace.

The leader is an old man wearing a black cloak and a night crown. His eyes are yin and yang, water and fire, and there is a turbo under his eyes. Every time he rotates, all living beings outside the star abyss, all the changes in the laws will wander around in his eyes, and he will see the world of the Great Thousand Domain.

Only one of the Youyou Messengers who can have such supernatural powers and cultivation are superior to all Youyou Messengers, Youyou Commander and Youyou Emperor Ancestor!

"You finally came... Well, you forced me out. Not bad, I'll have a few tricks."

The Emperor Youyou looked back and glanced at the Youyou Immortal Palace, which had just been attacked and was full of holes, and several injured Youyou Commanders and Emperors. Finally, his eyes fell on the leader of the Youyou Envoy, who was only one-third of the people on the opposite side: "Shi Qi... This should not be your real name."

"What is the difference between us, the real name and false name? The vast Nine Heavens are just a history book for the monks of Youyou. The vast world and all living beings are just the characters and symbols in this history book... let alone the names of people." Luo Shiqi smiled faintly, and a sarcastic meaning flashed across the corner of his mouth.

"From your tone, you seem a little dissatisfied." The Emperor Ancestor Youyou nodded slightly: "Yes, if you are not dissatisfied, you will not betray Youyou Immortal Palace. Not only you, but the betrayers behind you who are against you, what are you dissatisfied? You are already the most transcendent existence between heaven and earth. In ancient times, it is not in the three realms and not in the five elements. You can easily obtain infinite lifespan and control the power of life and death. Even for the strong people in the world, you are all god-like existences. What are you dissatisfied?"

"But, you don't think that being the Messenger of You defined is too lonely for this era." Luo Shiqi said lightly.

"Lonely? Haha, you are already transcendent to the public and dominate everything. You are still eager for the feelings that only lower lives can have, and you will perish yourself... So that's it, no wonder you will rebel." Emperor Youyou said coldly, looking at Luo Shiqi, his eyes gradually became cold and contemptuous.

"I always thought that I could find the power I wanted here. However, later I discovered that this power was the source of my despair. Because the existence of the Youyou lineage constituted the most important link in the order of this era, the reincarnation was destroyed." Luo Shiqi raised his head and looked at the ancestor of Youyou: "Give up the Youyou Fairy Palace, hand over the Holy Emperor to me, restart the reincarnation, and I will let you go. Otherwise, I would not mind destroying the Youyou lineage."

Hearing the last sentence, the pale face of the monk Youyou behind Luo Shiqi showed an excited look on his pale face.

"Hahahaha...what did you say? Just you? You dare to boast about this Haikou, you are the first one." Emperor Youyou looked at Luo Shiqi, stepped on the stars, and walked towards him.

"Don't believe it. I have been preparing for it for more than ten years in order to solve the Youyou lineage." Luo Shiqi said with a smile. Facing the Youyou Emperor Ancestor who was stroking with great strides, he did not avoid or give in and strode to meet him.

Rumble!

The stars on the soles of the two of them were split into pieces.

Two huge deathly copper coins flew out of the broken stars and collided with a loud bang.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them fought tens of thousands of moves!

The vast and majestic scriptures of immortal history were generated from the two people's auras. Words and symbols flew out of the immortal history, turning into a powerful man who had long passed away, summoning each other and killing each other!

This battle is a battle between the two strongest gourmets, but it is also a duel of thousands of troops.

A powerful soul was summoned out. Under the deadly copper coins, the bones were reborn and instantly possessed combat power, forming two armies and rushing together!

The army of souls gathered by ancient powerful men is so powerful that the impact force alone shattered the 100,000-mile ice field.

The local giants in Xingyuan, the nine-day giant overlords who had already entered Xingyuan were not willing to be lonely and flew towards Youyou Xian Palace one after another.

(I feel sleepy with a cold and fever, the next chapter must be late) (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!