Once the formation was arranged, the king left a messenger at the Ant-Man leader who could contact him, and then he left the valley and walked towards the hundreds of people who were waiting for him outside.

After reaching the crowd, Wang Zhen asked the middle-aged monk to lead the way, while Wang Zhen and the group of mine slaves followed him, and everyone walked towards the city of bhikshus.

Probably afraid that everyone would be bored and bored, the middle-aged monk took everyone to explain the origin of the bhikshu country while walking.

The Bhikshu Kingdom was originally a small city on the edge of the Buddha Kingdom during its heyday.

10,000 years ago, for unknown reasons, the Buddha Kingdom was destroyed overnight, except for a few cities far away from the main city of the Buddha Kingdom were not affected, and the rest of the Buddhist cities were all reduced to ruins in that catastrophe.

Because the Buddha Kingdom was destroyed, and in those peripheral cities, there were various cultivation classics, so slowly most of the Buddhist disciples became ordinary people.

Later, those evil people disappeared from their biggest opponents in the development of the Western Continent, so they sent disciples to the Western Continent to develop.

Robbing ore veins, snatching resources, robbing population, as long as it is something valuable, those people in the demon gate will not let it go.

For a time, the original paradise-like Buddha country became a paradise for the devil, except for those cities where Buddhist masters were seated, the rest of the cities and villages were captured by the devil.

And the city of bhikshus is one of the cities where Buddhist masters sit.

However, although the Bhikshu City is safe inside, once you leave the Bhikshu City, you may still be attacked by the people in the Demon Gate at any time.

Speaking of this, the middle-aged monk bowed to Wang Zhen and said, "Immortal Chief, although this road is not far, you may encounter people from the Demon Gate at any time, so please ask Immortal Chief to bother a lot." ”

"Well, that's a good thing to say, don't worry, with me here, I will definitely send you to the city of bhikshus safely. ”

When Wang Zhen heard this, he opened his mouth and promised.

When the middle-aged monk heard this, he thanked him, and then continued to lead the way in the direction of the bhikshu city.

After listening to the middle-aged monk's reminder, Wang Zhen thought about it for the sake of insurance, and spread his divine sense around the crowd.

In this way, if someone from the Demon Gate attacks, he can also meet the enemy as soon as possible.

There was nothing to say all the way, and in a blink of an eye, it was already ten noon.

The weather was hot, and after walking for half a day, almost everyone was a little tired.

So, at the suggestion of the middle-aged monk, everyone found a forest with a huge lake to rest.

"Give you the immortal chief, please drink water!"

Wang Zhen sat in the shade of a tree, his divine sense scanning the surroundings, and at this moment, a little monk came to his year with a bowl of water.

"Well, thank you!"

Wang Zhen looked at it, smiled and touched the bald head of the little monk, took the bowl of water in his hand and drank it all, and then thanked him.

"Whoosh"

At this moment, suddenly a sound broke through the air, shooting towards him from a distance!

"Bell"

When Wang Zhen saw it, his heart moved, and Bai Ling'er turned into a white mang, and headed towards the weapon that was shooting at him.

At the same time, he swept his senses and found the owner of the weapon.

I saw that thousands of meters away, a group of people in black were rapidly approaching them.

"Enemy attack, everyone in a circle!"

When Wang Zhen saw it, he immediately reminded those mad slaves.

said that it was too late, and after Bai Ling'er caught up with the weapon that was shooting at him, he only heard the sound of the bell, a crisp sound, and the weapon flew backwards backwards.

At the same time, among the black-clothed people, the bearded middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader immediately sprayed out a mouthful of blood.

It wasn't until he took back the flying sword that he found that his top-grade treasure-level flying sword had become shattered and could fall apart at any time.

At this time, the group of miners also obeyed the orders of the king and formed a circle.

The elderly, women and children are in the middle, and as for the men, they are on the periphery.

Wang Zhen saw that before the group of black-clothed people came to him, his heart moved, and several shiny spirit stones flew around the crowd.

Then, almost instantly, the king array carved out a protective formation based on those few spirit stones, enveloping many mine slaves.

And at this time, the group of black-clothed people also came to the front of everyone and surrounded the king array.

Wang Zhen's divine sense swept and found that there were a total of twelve black-clothed people who came this time, except for the black-clothed man who was the leader of the Yuan Infant Stage, most of the rest of the black-clothed people had just built the foundation.

"Boy, did you just hurt my uncle?"

"Hurry up and hand over the weapon that you injured my flying sword, otherwise, be careful, uncle, I will let you die without a whole body." ”

After surrounding everyone, the bearded middle-aged man came to Wang Zhen's side not far away, and after greedily glancing at the flying sword in Wang Zhen's hand, he said arrogantly.

"Huh!"

Wang Zhen laughed when he heard this!

Give Bai Ling'er to him, he also thought about it.

Even if he was willing, Bai Ling'er, the sword spirit in the fairy sword, would not be willing.

"Hee-hee, master, do you think this person is stupid?"

"I have just destroyed the natal flying sword, and I am not afraid at all, but I still want to ask the master for me. ”

Bai Ling'er, who was in Wang Zhen's hand, couldn't help but smile in his mind when he heard the words of the middle-aged man with a small beard.

"Don't hand it over, it's coming, kill all the mortals behind him!"

After seeing Wang Zhen laughing, he didn't take him in his eyes at all, and the middle-aged man with a mustache was immediately furious, and ordered the black-clothed man who was surrounding the crowd.

When Wang Zhen heard this, his face immediately turned cold!

Unexpectedly, just because of this trivial matter, the bearded middle-aged man was going to kill more than 500 ordinary people behind him.

Looking at his actions, he is worthy of being a person in the Demon Gate.

In the past, Wang Zhen had only heard of how cruel the Demon Gate was, but he had never seen it.

But when he saw it today, he realized that the people in the Demon Gate were more ferocious than the legends.

Thinking of this, he suddenly started to kill, and with a move in his heart, Bai Ling'er in his hand turned into a white light and shot towards the black-clothed people who were about to attack the ordinary people in the formation.

And he himself moved, and threw himself towards the middle-aged mustache who still wanted to threaten him.

The first type of the dragon descending eighteen palms Kanglong has regrets!

"Boom"

In the next second, after a dragon roar, Wang Zhen slapped the mustache with a palm.

Then, only a few crackling sounds were heard, and the mustache didn't know how many bones he had broken.

"Bang"

The mustache that was hit by Wang Zhen's palm, like a mortal who was hit by a truck on the earth, flew more than ten meters and fell to the ground fiercely.

This palm not only shattered the Yuan Ying in his dantian, but also gave him half his life.

"Whoosh"

In the next second, Bai Ling'er also completed the task and flew back to his hands.

"Puff, puff, puff......

It wasn't until Bai Ling'er flew back that there was a sound of falling to the ground behind him.