The monk shouted over the city, but no one in the city gave him an answer, and he sneered, and when he spread the scroll in his hand, and was about to shout again, a dozen rays of light rose from the ground and surrounded him in the center.

"Do you dare to disobey the law?"

The monk swept around with cold eyes, and although he was at the same height, his words and expression had a kind of condescending and looking down.

"Why should we obey your law?"

Dozens of rays of light are actually dozens of mechas, all of which carry a deserted slave.

It's just that this mecha is not what it looks like in a science fiction movie, it's more like a light piece of clothing worn on a human body, and it wraps people in it with a misty light.

These mechs may not seem to be heavy and sturdy, but they are connected to the user's body, and the material is composed of supramolecular materials, which can change shape in the blink of an eye, and burst into powerful combat capabilities.

In one of the mechs, a green-haired slave woman questioned the monk in a cold voice.

"Why?"

The monk looked at the woman and sneered, completely ignoring the dozens of desolate slaves surrounding him.

"Sinners, wastes who are born unable to cultivate spiritual energy, are born only worthy of being slaves and slaves. This immortal master specially came to recruit you, it is your blessing, and don't make mistakes! ”

Listening to the monk's mocking words, the desolate slave in the mecha was not much angry, and one of the desolate slaves led by him asked calmly, "What do you want us to do?" ”

The monk stretched out two fingers with a sneer, "First, join the main sect, and move the clan to the main gate station, which is under the jurisdiction of the main gate; Second, hand over all your achievements in the outer path, and in the future, you can only study the direction of the outer path given in the door and serve your own door. ”

"So, what's the benefit?"

"The benefits? The advantage is that this door will accept you and give you shelter, so that you don't have to be slaughtered like pigs and dogs in the outside world. ”

The monk was very contemptuous and kept humiliating the slaves with insulting words.

In fact, he really didn't take these desolate slaves seriously, and still regarded them as pigs, dogs, and livestock, worse than the commoners in the eyes of the monks.

"In other words, you want to keep us in captivity and let us work for you. No, it is we who serve you like slaves? Compared to being enslaved in the outside world, we just don't have to worry about our own lives. Right? ”

In the mecha, the desolate slave who was the leader suddenly asked with a smile.

"You're right!"

The monk nodded, and acknowledged it generously, without concealment.

"It turns out that you still want us to provide for you like slaves, what if we don't agree?"

The eyes of the leading desolate slave instantly sharpened, and dozens of people had completed communication when he said this, and they would attack this monk.

"If you don't agree, you'll die! Wait, be bold ......"

The monk's face sank, the cold light flashed, and the golden scroll in his hand shook, wanting to be the first to attack.

But before he could cast any magical spells, the sound of machine guns had already swept in, and hundreds of thousands of rounds were instantly fired in the air from a dense rain of bullets.

"Boom, boom"

The missiles are intertwined, attacking the monk, no matter how he dodges, the missiles will automatically come to the door like eyes.

These are not ordinary guns, but bullets with a soul-breaking effect, the powerful impact can tear through the true body protection of monks below the true spirit realm, and the missile is equipped with an aura tracking device, which will lock on to the target and attack.

Just now, dozens of desolate slaves would talk to this monk, one is to really understand the purpose of some monks, and the other is to collect the monk's data and lock the frequency of his aura fluctuations.

The monk flew left and right in the air, he was a golden pill, among mortals, he could also be called an immortal master, although he did not say that he waved his hand to level the mountains and raised his feet to break the river, but he could easily destroy a small city, that was not a problem.

However, he was now very embarrassed, and he had no power to fight back when he fled, and his limbs, forehead, and chest were all stained with blood.

However, the other party did not seem to want to kill him, and forced him to fly away from the city.

His heart sank, and he understood that the other party was worried that the battle would destroy the city, so he forced him away.

"This Jindan monk has collected his defense and speed information, and now he is away from the city, and it is time to get his attack data."

On the ground, a sci-fi city towers, and a figure in the sky flees in confusion, chasing by dozens of streamers behind him, like a lost dog.

After a few breaths, it was already hundreds of miles away from the city, and more than a dozen streamers behind the figure accelerated, as if flashing, appearing in front of the figure.

"I knew you would do this!"

The figure's face was ruthless, and a snow-bright long knife was held in his hand, the knife was bright, and a knife fell, as if he wanted to open this wasteland desert.

In the eyes of mortals, the mile-long sword is absolutely shocking, from drawing the knife, waving the knife, to cutting the knife, all in one go, before and after only a second.

The sword mang is composed of spiritual energy, and in this Western Desert wasteland where the spiritual energy is thin, it is still so powerful, if it is outside, this sword mang, I am afraid that it will be several times stronger.

The knife is like cold lightning, cutting more than a dozen mechas, the speed is extremely fast, but the speed and computing power of the mecha are faster.

Dozens of mechs communicate with each other, just like the Payne Six Paths in Naruto, which can share vision, and this is even more advanced, because it is not only optical observation that collects information, but also aura radar and other means.

The mecha of Ruyi jumped away, not a monk, but better than a monk, if a famous god will parade the fairy into the air.

These desolate slaves, but they are all existences whose thinking has reached the Blue Lotus Heavenly Realm, and with this high-tech mecha, in addition to the amount of energy control, the energy control accuracy and combat ability are definitely not inferior.

A deserted slave woman casually made a cutting motion, and the miniature nuclear power reactor built into the mecha spewed out powerful energy, and a flash of brilliant light appeared, slashing down with a sword of light.

Someone reached out in the air, and with the help of huge computing power and precise control, the gas molecules existing in the heavens and the earth oscillated instantaneously, and the air flowed, and an invisible blade slashed the monk.

"Boom, boom"

The earth shook wildly, the yellow sand rolled, and the blades of swords, brilliance, and air all cut furrows in the wasteland.

But except for these two desolate slaves, no one else made a move, but was contemplating the record.

The monk also noticed this, and was frightened, when did the deserted slave have such a strong power? The two of them definitely have the combat ability of a monk who is not inferior to the Jindan level.

His face was gloomy, and he looked around at the yellow sand, as if he had become a monkey in a zoo, being watched and obtained information.

This wordlessness is an insult to him!

He didn't know that if he really fought to the death, he might not be able to hold the other party for five seconds.

The monk used all his strength, all kinds of magical spells, and mysterious magic weapons were unleashed one by one, but it was still useless, and no one on the other side was injured, and he was still surrounded by them, neither killing nor letting go.

Even, he still has a wound on his body, which "accidentally" rubbed against him on the other side.

He was like a trapped beast, his fierce eyes swept in all directions, but he was arrogant when he didn't come back.

"The information is almost there. His aura fluctuations dropped by a low value, and looking at his eyes, he was going to take out the final life-saving hole card. Don't the monks like to keep one hand in case they need it? ”

"According to the data simulation and the analysis of the creature's psychological emotions in a stressful situation, there is a seventy percent chance that he will escape, and he should use some secret method to escape. Thirty percent of the move should be magnified, and this move must be very powerful. ”

"Everyone should be careful, don't let him escape, and don't be cheated by big moves. Try to catch them alive! Research materials are available! ”

Among the dozens of mechas, the desolate slaves who fought together communicated.

The monk suddenly pinched the mark in his hand, and the words in his mouth were sincere, and the golden scroll rose into the air, floating out of golden fonts, which were shining brightly, and gradually condensed into a phantom in the air.

The Phantom is an old fox, a fox man, to be exact, with six snowy tails fluttering behind him.

"Divine Heaven Realm level will projection? Is there a wisp of strong consciousness left behind by the immortal monk? That's interesting! I hope you can make it up. ”

Bai Ye is billions of kilometers away, looking at this side, but he didn't make a move, just a projection of consciousness, and if he survives, he will have the hope of facing immortality in the future, and he will have more opportunities on the way to achieve "true immortals".

"I can't escape, such a will should be the immortal monk that the teacher once said."

"Be careful, everyone! It's a phantom of will! If we survive it, we will live, and if we can't survive it, we will not be us, and we will even die completely. ”

The old fox phantom looked over slowly, and his flat gaze seemed to have an awe-inspiring divine might, making them kneel under this gaze as if they wanted to worship. (To be continued.) )