"Huh!?"

"Damn, why can he stand in the sun and not die!"

"This brute, I've heard that he's good at all kinds of cheating, so you really can't take him lightly!"

The monks of the hostile forces are going crazy.

One by one, they stomped their feet and scolded the street, hating to rush out and swallow Luo Fusheng.

It's all because they realize a serious problem.

Luo Fu, if you can walk in the sun, you can easily dig the tomb!

This is tantamount to the lifeblood of the rival monks.

On the side of the Penglai Alliance, it is a completely different scene.

"Miracle! Miracle ahahaha! ”

"Luo Fu Daoyou really didn't deceive us!"

"We've chosen the right person, hahahaha!"

The allied monks also couldn't rush out and hugged Luo Fu and kissed him fiercely.

Fang Luxuan, Fang Qingxue, Su Wan'er, and Nalan Ruoqing were familiar with each other, and they looked at each other and smiled.

They are already a little bit able to adapt to this kind of turnaround.

As long as Luo Fu is present, it must be a matter of time before the wind turns around.

in the open space.

Luo Fu held the black umbrella, looked back with a smile, and said, "Wait a minute." ”

"Fellow disciples, fellow Daoists, I will give you a great opportunity."

With that, Luo Fu turned around and walked forward with an umbrella.

When all Terran monks and demon beasts have to hide under the grinding bones.

The current Luo Fu is in the true sense, like entering a no-man's land.

Under the sun.

Luo Fu walked ten miles, and a tomb appeared in front of him.

These ten miles of road seem to be very close, but in the battle with the beast tide at night, it is difficult to cross it.

But now, Luo Fu is just a few steps away.

At this moment, he finally had the opportunity to take a closer look at this magical tomb that he had only heard of, but had never seen with his own eyes.

It is said to be a tomb, but in fact there is no tombstone, let alone a coffin.

In front of it, there is a pit.

In the pit, there was a badly decomposed corpse, wrapped in a faint curtain of light.

"Master, this seems to be a dead god." Xiaocang Road.

Luo Fu's expression gradually became heavy, and he let out a hoarse voice "um".

"Master, have you guessed the origin of this corpse and the magic weapon?"

Luo Fu sighed, and in his heart, for Xiaocang Xiaogu, he said his own speculation.

In each "pit", there are thousands of magic weapons.

It is inferred that in the tragic war that took place here in the past eight million years, it should be that every thousand gods formed an independent team to fight with the demons.

The corpses lying in the light curtain in the pit should be the last survivor of each team, or the god of dying as it is called.

All his companions were killed in battle, but he refused to hand over the corpses of his companions to the demons for defilement.

It should be that before he died, he gathered the corpses of his teammates together and sealed the corpses of himself and his companions.

Since the corpse was not directly killed in battle, the "devastating wounds" suffered were relatively minor, and in the end, only his corpse remained.

And thousands of weapons and magic weapons naturally come from a thousand companions.

After hearing this, Xiao Cang was shocked and said, "But here...... Almost every ten miles, there is a so-called tomb! ”

Every ten miles, a thousand gods die!

The battle between gods and demons that took place here for eight million years can be seen in its cruelty.

Luo Fu was in a heavy mood, and gently touched the light curtain enchantment with his palm.

Sure enough, eight million years later, the barrier is on the verge of collapse.

Even if it is a cultivator of the God Refining Realm, it can be easily broken.

Luo Fu sighed and said to the corpse, "Rest in peace, someone will take over your unfinished duties." ”

"The weapons and magic weapons buried here will also re-enter the battlefield."

With that, a domineering Nine Heavens divine power erupted from his palm.

Rumble!

Light curtain enchantment, collapse!

Thousands of weapons and magic weapons gushed out.

In the rear, the monks of the hostile forces went crazy when they saw this scene.

"Grass! Sure enough, he opened the tomb! ”

"Ah, all of them, they're all inferior sub-holy weapons!"

"It's over, come and think of a way, you can't let Luo Fu do whatever he wants!"

Although the shouting voice was harsh, no one dared to leave the mushroom half a step.

I could only watch Luo Fu and collect thousands of Pinya holy weapons.

"Lu Xuan, Ruoqing, take it."

"Arm the Penglai Alliance."

Luo Fu didn't even glance at those weapons and magic weapons, but with a wave of his hand, he pointed in the direction of Fang Luxuan's mushroom.

In an instant, thousands of Asian holy weapons converged into a magic weapon river and rushed towards the Penglai Alliance.

Immediately after, there was a cry of joy that shook the world.

Luo Fu didn't look back, and after digging a tomb, he took to the air and headed for the next tomb.

Ten miles later, a second tomb was dug up.

Here, there are still a thousand pieces, and the inferior sub-holy artifact.

Luo Fu received all the orders, but there was still one don't, and all of them were sent back to the Penglai Alliance.

Then, there is the third, the fourth......

Block 8, Tower 9, Tower 10!

Luo Fu took a breath and dug ten tombs in a row, and captured tens of thousands of inferior holy weapons.

Tens of thousands of Pinya holy weapons, all handed over to the Penglai Alliance.

Hostile monks, under mushrooms.

A Lingxiao Fu Pavilion monk shouted sadly: "Luo Fu, is he counted, Lao Tzu begs you, don't dig it!" ”

"Leave us a little treasure!"

"Please, be a good person!"

The female cultivator next to her persuaded: "Senior Brother Huang Yun, calm down, he is already a hundred miles away, and he can't hear your voice." ”

That Huang Yun turned around angrily and pointed at Fang Luxuan angrily: "Fang Luxuan, this is the despicable means of your self-proclaimed righteousness, Penglai Divine Sect!" ”

"The magic weapon left behind by the Great War of Gods and Demons is the common wealth of the monks of the entire Canglan Continent!"

"How dare you take it for yourself!"

Before Fang Luxuan could speak, a figure took the lead in blocking in front of her.

Murong Dongye pointed at the other party and scolded: "Let your grandmother's eighteenth generation ancestor stinky fart!" ”

"Have you ever left us even one of the magic weapons you dug before?"

"The! Live him! ”

Fang Qingxue frowned in displeasure: "Murong Daoyou, what is it like wasting such a tongue with them." ”

"Just find a chance to kill it."

Isn't it funny that both sides have met each other in arms, and they are reasonable.

At this time, another piece of magic weapons flew back.

The monk on the other side looked at it at a glance, and his face turned pale with anger.

"Zhongpinya Hallow!"

Fang Luxuan was overjoyed: "This magic weapon of a thousand weapons has reached the height of a medium-grade holy weapon!" ”

"Fellow Daoists, quickly divide them up and improve your strength!"

Subsequently, the second batch of Zhongpinya holy vessels, the third batch, the fifth batch, the ninth batch, and the tenth batch flew one after another!

In less than an hour.

50,000 Penglai Alliance monks, a total of 10,000 lower grade sub-holy weapons, 10,000 medium-grade sub-holy weapons!

Further back.

Ten more batches of weapons and magic weapons flew in.

In total, 10,000 pieces, a high-grade sub-holy weapon!

Go on!

Ten more batches of weapons and magic weapons flew back.

But this time, it was still 10,000 high-grade sub-holy artifacts.

When the last batch.

Luo Fu himself, returned to the same place.

And sent, 10,000 pieces, the best sub-holy weapon!

Fang Luxuan's face flushed with excitement, and said, "Luo Fu, we have obtained a total of 10,000 lower grade sub-holy weapons and 10,000 medium-grade sub-holy weapons. ”

"20,000 top-grade sub-holy weapons, 10,000 top-grade sub-holy weapons, a total of 50,000 magic weapons!"

"At this point, you can make each person have a sub-holy weapon!"

As soon as these words came out, 50,000 Penglai Alliance monks raised their arms and shouted, and the cry shook the sky!

Luo Fu smiled slightly and said; "Fellow disciples, fellow Daoists, replace the Yazun weapon in your hand."

Fifty thousand, the Penglai Alliance monks holding sub-holy weapons, their strength has skyrocketed by two levels!

From the sub-sacred vessel, over the venerable vessel, directly to the sub-sacred vessel.

Of the 520,000 monks on the other side, there are only 1,000 sub-sacred weapons, and the rest are all venerable weapons, or even sub-venerable weapons.

It's a lot!

Luo Fu said: "Further down, no more tombs have been found. ”

"But we still haven't reached the end of this layer of space, and there should be a doorway further down."

At this time, Fang Luxuan suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said, "That's right! ”

"Luo Fu, before you came, among the twenty-nine forces on the other side, there were already top powerhouses, and they went to the deepest depths!"