Chapter Eighty-Six: Forced Persecution!

"Woohoo!"

The vigorous whistling sound was like countless sharp arrows shooting out of the air, filling the entire space, and the sharp sound made people's eardrums hurt.

"What?"

"What are you kidding?"

"What's going on?"

Which martial artist present is not a deaf and clear-sighted person, the first moment the voice came up, he looked over, and saw the remaining ten water yuan fruits dripping and turning around at the branches, and then burst away, and then looked in that direction, it was-

Luo Chen!?

Luo Chen almost instinctively waved his hand and grabbed it in the void, and an arc overflowed, forming a wonderful circle of energy, and none of the Shui Yuan Fruits fell, and all of them were included in his sleeve.

There are ten Shui Yuan Fruits, each of which is a top-grade elixir, and all of them belong to Luo Chen!

(What's this kidding?)

Luo Chen was stunned at first, and then felt a little bitter in his mouth. Even if he thought about it on his heels, he understood that having these ten Water Yuan Fruits was by no means a blessing for him, and it was very likely to become a disaster.

Tiangong Pavilion got two water yuan fruits according to the rules, some people would be envious, but they would not take drastic actions. Even if they won a bet to win a water yuan fruit in the Chase Treasure Palace, they would be jealous at most, but-

Ten water element fruits!

The value of one Shui Yuan Fruit is enough to exchange for all the belongings of the entire Luo family, and ten of them are added together, what an amazing wealth is this?

The dull eyes around him had eased up, and they were filled with a scorching heat, staring greedily at Luo Chen's sleeve, as if there was a golden mountain hidden there.

No, it's a hundred mountains of gold!

"What kind of trouble is this Water Yuan Spirit Tree?" Luo Chen really didn't know whether to be annoyed or happy, so he discussed with Yuan Ling.

Yuan Ling pondered for a while, and suddenly said loudly: "I understand, it should be because of that incarnation heart!"

He found the key and said excitedly: "The incarnation heart is condensed from the natural spirit body, and it has an innate attraction effect on all spirit plants, this water yuan spirit tree should have sensed its breath and produced a great sense of intimacy, so it will give you the water yuan fruit." ”

Reincarnate the mind?

Luo Chen suddenly realized that when she helped Su Zi'er awaken the natural spirit body, she instinctively passed it on to her incarnation heart, so the scene just now occurred: it turned out to be related to the girl......

"All the idlers are waiting to go out!" At this time, Sanskrit Zhong interrupted Luo Chen's thoughts with a cold cry.

This sound was like a heavy stone breaking through the air, and it caused an uproar.

Someone said unconvincedly: "This Ten Thousand Spirits Ruins was not opened by your Fanzhong City, why should it be owned by you?"

Sanskrit Zhong's eyes sharpened, and he stepped out, his figure continued to magnify in the eyes of the speaker, and the golden light of his right palm became more and more abundant, and it was buckled on his head!

"Poof", the man's head was crushed and scattered.

The fierce eyes swept over everyone present, and the voice of the Sanskrit bell fell like an ice blade: "Who else, have objections?"

Scarlet blood slipped from between his fingers, and everyone gasped, seeing the means of Sanskrit bells for the first time, they didn't expect it to be so fierce and cruel!

"Give you another chance, if you have the courage to stay, this person is a role model!" Fan Zixue flicked her cardamom-colored nails with a smile, and a bunch of Zhenyuan hit the ground, shooting a deep hole.

The rest of the people looked at each other, and they also had more than a hundred people, and if they were united, they would not necessarily be afraid of the Sanskrit bell. As for whether they will be hunted down by Fanzhong City after they get out of the ruins, it is no longer within their consideration.

"Everyone rush together! Snatch that kid's Shui Yuan Fruit, no matter what he does in Fanzhong City! Whoever dares to stop Lao Tzu from seizing the Spirit Fruit will be Lao Tzu's enemy of life and death!" Suddenly, a very incendiary voice sounded.

"Look for death!"

Sanskrit Zhong's figure stood still, and Fan Zixue also sneered with her hands, as if she had no intention of making a move at all. This made others have an illusion that this Sanskrit bell must have felt that the strength of the people together was too strong and not easy to deal with, so they had to bow their heads.

As soon as this thought emerged, a brilliant sword light suddenly appeared, and the sword light was faint, forming a large grinding block. This large grinding is shaped like a rock, with extremely thin edges, and is filled with jagged blades.

"Ahh

The knife light was blocked in front of him, and the sawtooth whined, stirring up the air with a "crunch, crunch" sound that made people's teeth sour. A living body, as soon as it came into contact with the sawtooth mill, it was immediately twisted into pieces, and blood splattered.

Screams, cries of pain, and the thick smell of blood filled the Spirit Plantation Room, making the entire room feel like a purgatory on earth!

Sanskrit Zhong watched this scene from beginning to end, his expression was as cold as iron, and he didn't move at all.

It was only a moment, and when the people behind them woke up, dozens of people had already died! This was not a confrontation, it was a complete one-sided killing, and it was not until the end of life that the horror had just had time to emerge......

"Run, run!"

The warriors who were still full of interests before rushed out of the spirit plant room crying and shouting, rolling and crawling, only hating their father and mother for having two legs.

After all the onlookers and martial artists had escaped, the light of the grinding knife slowly converged, staring at the twelve warriors standing behind the Sanskrit bell, holding a long knife that looked like a bull's horn and was covered with shell patterns, Li Zhongqing's eyes suddenly condensed!

A solemn voice spat out from his mouth: "Luoyun Knife Array?"

"Haha, Li Zhongqing, your insight is not bad, this is the Luoyun Knife Formation of the Four-Star Sect's Tianxuan Sect's Secret Transmission!" Sanskrit Zhong hahadaxiao proudly, enjoying the horrified gaze of Li Zhongqing and the others.

Luo Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and a wisp of rich killing intent shot out: Tianxuanzong?

Li Zhongqing's expression was very bitter, this Luoyun Knife Formation was a secret formation of the Tianxuan Sect, and it needed to be combined with a special Xuanqi "Luoyun Knife", which could only be cultivated by the joint efforts of twelve ninth-order martial artists.

Once the sword formation is cultivated, it will be able to exert the power that can match the power of the powerful in the realm of public opinion!

Maybe this sword array is nothing in Tianxuanzong, but falling into the hands of a one-star shili is a treasure of the town faction. His own Wangxu City had also had the idea of buying a set of sword formations from Tianxuan Sect, but the price was really expensive, even if he emptied all his savings for many years, he was powerless.

Unexpectedly, Fanzhongcheng actually secretly purchased a set and kept it a secret. Take it out at the moment, and in one fell swoop shock all shili who live in the room!

"Now, no one should object to Fan's words, right?"

Sanskrit Zhong's fierce eyes swept over the faces of Li Zhongqing, Mu's Twin Stars, Lin Xiqiao and others one by one, and the air suddenly became extremely depressed, making people's hearts feel sullen.

Although Li Zhongqing and others were not angry, the situation was stronger than others, so they had to choose silence.

"Good. Sanskrit Zhong nodded with satisfaction and pointed to Luo Chen: "Offer all the water yuan fruits, and then—you can get out." ”

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High-speed debut of the latest chapter of the Throne of All Worlds, this chapter is the eighty-sixth chapter of forced persecution!