Why practice martial arts, a hundred kinds of people have a hundred purposes, but if you throw this question to this group of young masters and young ladies in the No. 1 cultivation ground, the answers are mostly similar.

It is nothing more than taking control of one's own destiny and owning one's own world.

For girls like Tang Fengran and Tang Zhen, they can control their marriages and are no longer at the mercy of their elders. For Tang Zheng and Tang Man, they can have a house of their own, and even if it goes well, they can close the city and expand the land, and build villages and counties.

And all of this requires a lot of resources.

The resources of each son's house are about the same, nothing more than a few retainers plus some materials, and the family will give you a profitable industry.

This is the foundation that every son who goes out of the house and builds a mansion has, and girls like Tang Fengran and Tang Zhen will not even have an inheritance.

And the price of a magic herb treasure grass is about 100,000 gold. Therefore, the temptation of one million plants is an extreme windfall from the sky, even for this group of descendants of the Tang Clan's power center.

This amount of treasure grass can not only meet their needs to complete their own body forging, but also cultivate a lot of their own cronies, for this group of children, this million magic herb treasure grass is to give them an appointment for an incomparably bright future. At this moment, Tang Luo seemed to have light in their eyes, and even Tang Zheng trembled with excitement.

Tang Luo looked at the excited expressions of several people, and said lightly: "We are leaving in a few days, so you have to practice this set of rhetoric to the bones." ”

Everyone nodded again and again, only Tang Fengran frowned, and came out to Tang Luo and said, "Elder Luo, I don't think this matter is appropriate." ”

Swish!

Everyone focused their eyes on Tang Fengran, even Tang Zhen, who had been taken care of by her, was no exception.

"Oh?" Tang Luo raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"

Tang Fengran felt the blazing gaze of his companions around him, bit his lower lip and said, "I don't think it's pointy to discuss this matter and practice rhetoric at this time, there are still blood slaves and blood beasts like mountains and seas outside the underground palace, and that bloody face." ”

Even though nearly a month has passed, Tang Fengran still has no way to forget the monstrous power of that bloody face, and now mentioning it will still make her voice tremble: "If there is no way to break through, we don't have to practice rhetoric." Because apart from Luo Zong, no one can escape from the Little Spirit Realm at all. ”

When facing the temptation of a million magic medicines, everyone in the dungeon fell into an inexplicable ecstasy, they even forgot why they were trapped in the dungeon, and now when they heard Tang Fengran mention it, Tang Zheng and a few people remembered that the blood beasts and blood slaves that were as vast as the tide would not get along with them, not to mention that there were three hundred-headed blood dragons, not to mention a million magic medicines, it was ten million magic herbs, if there was no life, it would be meaningless.

The expressions of several people collapsed suddenly, especially Tang Zhen was mentioned by Tang Fengran, as if he remembered the monstrous power of the bloody face again, and the little face was white and subconsciously grabbed the sleeve of the little Zhengtai beside him.

Tang Luo nodded approvingly at the little girl who pointed out the key to the matter, he felt that Tang Fengran was really good, and a million divine herbs could still keep her mind clear, which was a very good personal quality, which showed that her heart was extremely firm and unmoved by external objects.

If she had been a man, she would probably have been far more valued in the clan than she is now.

"I'll deal with this matter, and you can just practice your rhetoric in the dungeon. Tang Luo stood up with a smile, the three-meter-high god-like body made several people only look up, and he had no way to resist his own weight without practicing softness, so every step made the sound of a pig iron pestle on the ground.

With the sound of thumping footsteps, the hearts of several little ones skipped a beat.

Tang Luo, who walked to the second floor, chose the largest set of spirit armor battle skirts to drape around his waist, because his clothes and pants were broken, he still used the immortal battle body scripture scroll of Han Sheng's handwriting to wrap his lower body, and now he can finally put the scroll away and put it in his arms.

Putting on the armor, he walked to the first floor in a few steps, pulled up the mechanism of the gate of the dungeon, and the 100,000-pound broken dragon stone slowly rose, and the thick bloody breath came to his face, the moment the gate of the dungeon was opened, the roar of countless blood beasts resounded through the first floor of the dungeon, and without the restraint of the blood god, these blood beasts opened their bloody mouths and pounced with their claws the first moment they saw Tang Luo.

Hundreds of thousands of blood-colored beasts drilled into the dungeon, crowding the gates of the entire dungeon.

The three-meter-tall steel giant was expressionless, and pulled his right fist to the limit, and the boundless power brewed in his thick right arm, and exploded in front of his eyes.

The majestic force drove the entire space to spray forward, and the power of the mighty Heavenly Dragon stirred the air and burst out an invisible shockwave, which could divide the gold and jade into the body of the blood slave and blood beast, and the shape of the bloody clothes that could resist the sword was crushed into powder under this brutal force.

The shockwave blew out the blood slave blood beasts that poured into the dungeon with a boundless wind, and with just one punch, Tang Luo killed hundreds of blood slaves and emptied the entire dungeon gate.

Tang Luo is very satisfied with his punch, although he doesn't know any of the nine types of strength, but with this brutal strength, he can probably beat Ji Fu's dog brain out at the melee end, even if he faces Xu Lao, it is not without the power of a battle!

The blood dragon disappeared, and there were only blood slaves and blood beasts outside the dungeon, even if Tang Luo had shown such a strong and incomparably strong strength, the blood god sons after the storm still rushed towards the dungeon unrelentingly, and were bound to kill the iron giant.

In the face of the menacing infinite blood beast, Tang Luo stood in front of the door of the underground palace with a golden sword, and bombarded forward with one punch after another, one after another invisible shock waves plowed the ground outside the underground palace into deep pits, and with each punch, hundreds of blood god sons were annihilated.

The original five products of the immortal battle body, can allow the warrior to obtain the power of the dragon elephant, the so-called dragon elephant, is the dragon and the elephant combined to give birth to the beast, the water line to the dragon power is the most, the land line to the elephant power is the most, the crown water line land line of the force, that is, the dragon elephant.

And the cultivation of the dragon elephant, after all, is still to turn into a dragon, so the limit of the strength of the five-grade immortal battle body is the power of the mighty heavenly dragon, not only the power is far greater than the dragon elephant's fist and kick accompanied by the shadow of the heavenly dragon, this is what Tang Luo can do with only his fists to resist hundreds of thousands of blood god sons outside the door at the door of the Han clan's underground palace.

With the swing of his fists, several shockwaves smashed the dense Blood God Son into pieces, and even the sturdy blood essence could not resist these powerful shockwaves, and they were annihilated one after another.

However, after a while, Tang Luo smashed tens of thousands of blood god sons into nothingness, and large swaths of blood were swept outside the dungeon by the wind, and the blood god sons who were originally full of fields were less than a quarter.