Speaking of which, Tang Luo himself can only be blamed for this matter, after opening the upper five-grade divine treasure of the immortal battle body, he obtained the supernatural power Yin Yang Grinding.

This kind of supernatural power that can fuse the physical body with spiritual power made Tang Luo almost forget about the spiritual body, and he was bent on strengthening the physical body, and when he was at the peak of the fierce realm and preparing to transform the physical body, he was suddenly blinded.

It is true that the Yin-Yang Mill is a supernatural power that can help the spiritual body transform into a physical body, but as a supernatural power, the Yin-Yang Mill itself also needs to be driven by spiritual power.

It is easy to say that ordinary external release and retraction, imprisoning and shattering a soul, are used against spirits, but when used to polish the body, its energy consumption is dozens or hundreds of times that of strangled spirits.

With a strong body like him, Yin Yang Mill needs to continue to output spiritual power after the second qualitative transformation if he wants to boil.

To put it simply, it is to first inject 10,000 spiritual power to open the supernatural power, and then continue to "add oil" to ensure the continuation of the supernatural power, with his physical strength at this time, Tang Luo calculated a small account, and finally came to the conclusion that he could not afford such a loss of spiritual power at all.

Things are very clear at this point, although there is a yin and yang grinding supernatural power, but this is exactly the same, or rather, in a short period of time, this skill is not useful.

And because of the specificity of his body, he was particularly afraid that just like breaking through the fierce realm, his body would skip the step of spiritual transformation and directly reach the king realm.

If that's the case, then he can really be called the weakest king realm, not to mention fighting against a Saint King-level powerhouse, even fighting an ordinary king realm is difficult.

Therefore, there are only two paths in front of him, if he reaches the critical point of the king realm, he has not found other ways to transform the spiritual body, so he can only use yin and yang to grind the body, and the consumption of spiritual power will consume a little, which is better than no way out.

Of course, the best thing is that he can find a new way to transform his spiritual body, so that he doesn't have to waste his spiritual power on such meaningless things.

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Lianguan City, Qingshui Street

Just as Tang Luo expected, how could the movement of the Lotus Tavern hide from the residents on the same street, Tang Luo had just left, and the news of the total destruction of the Thirteen Taibao spread all over the streets and alleys.

How cruel the weak people were at this time, they took out shovels and shovels and surrounded the Lotus Tavern.

The young man who grew up in a brothel has long lost the innocence of trusting his life on luck, and he carried Wu Shiba's body on his back and slipped away quietly through the back door.

After pulling out such a large space, he finally had room to escape, and his destination was also very clear, which was the west gate of Lianguan City.

After more than 18 years of careful teaching, the young man is no longer the malnourished appearance when he first saw him, and the life of sipping wine and meat makes him as strong as a bull.

If he didn't carry a corpse on his back, he might really be able to escape from the city, but there is no if in life.

Facing a group of red-eyed Lianguan people, the young man just put Wu Eighteen's corpse behind his back, clenched the long knife in his hand, and moved forward.

The significance of one husband fighting for his life and being invincible is that when there is not much difference in individual strength, courage determines the victory or defeat of the battle.

To a certain extent, it's not that no one can stop this young man, it's just that no one wants to be the dead person, even if only one person stands in front of him, when the young man's long knife is cut down, he can pounce on it regardless of life and death, and the young man who is surrounded naturally has only a dead end.

But no one was prepared for this, so there was a funny scene on the long street, obviously a group of people surrounded the young man, but the young man ran away with a knife, and under the push, this force actually lifted the people who followed behind, and it looked like the young man cut down dozens of people with a knife.

In this way, the young man unbelievably broke through the encirclement and carried the corpse away.

Running to the Xiaolin Temple outside Lianguan City in one breath, the young man put down Wu Eighteen's body, threw the long knife full of gaps in his hand, and then sat down against the wall and gasped.

The knife wound on his chest that seemed to be in his eye had long stopped bleeding and scabbed, but in the intense activity that had just broken through, it collapsed again.

The young man who has been injured all the year round knows that if he doesn't deal with it, he will lose blood and follow in Brother Wu's footsteps.

Just as he was carefully undressing and preparing to bandage his wounds, he suddenly heard a sound outside the temple gate, turned around in shock, and lifted the long knife on his toes, and when he faced the temple door, the long knife was already in front of him.

And the young man also saw clearly, the sound was made by a tall man wearing a bamboo hat, wearing a brown robe, and stepping on six-hole arhat shoes, it seemed that he should be a monk who traveled here.

"Fortunately, it's not a chaser. ”

The young man let out a long breath in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged, and he did not put down the long knife, but shouted at the visitor and asked, "Who are you and why are you here." ”

The great monk walked into the temple, stood still outside the young man's three zhang, took off the bamboo hat on his head, and revealed a blue-black face: "Old Guhan, come to Lianguan to find an old acquaintance." ”

"Looking for old knowledge?" The young man was full of doubts: "Since it is looking for old knowledge, the great monk came to break the temple and do something, not far to the east is Lianguan City!"

"No need. Gu Han grinned, showed a mouthful of white teeth, and chuckled, "The old man has been found." ”

The corpse monk said as he turned his gaze to the corpse of Wu Eighteen beside the young man.

"Even if I die today, I won't let you touch a single hair of his hair!"

The young man shouted angrily, and slashed at Gu Han's head with a knife, but the great monk did not dodge or dodge, allowing the knife to fall.

Hearing only a "poof", the young man only felt that he had chopped a piece of pig iron, and his entire right arm was numb, but he still held the long knife tightly.

The great monk was not annoyed when he was slashed, but he gently pushed the long knife on his head away, and said with a smile: "If Xiao Eighteen has knowledge under the spring, and knows that there are brothers willing to fight for him after death, he must be very happy." ”

"Bell"

Hearing Gu Han's words, the young man threw away the knife, turned over and knelt down, and cried silently: "Master, Brother Wu was forced to die by someone, you have to make the decision for him!"

The entire Lianguan only knew that the name of the Great Taibao was Brother Wu, and even the rest of the brothers didn't know Brother Wu's real name, only the young people knew, because once Wu Eighteen mentioned to him that his surname was Wu Eighteen and he was eighteen at home.

If something happens to him one day, and someone comes to Lianguan City to look for Eighteen, he will ask him to bring someone to a place.

At that time, the young man only thought that the boss was talking nonsense, but when he heard the words of the great monk, the young man knew that this great monk was the person the boss was waiting for!

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