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Little Xuanmen ......

Luo Chen hadn't heard of it.

Whether it is the third prince, or the star chasing thief and the immortal thief, there is no relevant record in the memory of the primordial gods.

Presumably, it's just a small gateway that doesn't go into the stream.

For example, the Qingyun Sword Sect, the Great Sea Immeasurable Sect, and other big forces, which one does not have hundreds of millions of disciples at every turn? Thousands of people are indeed not in the stream.

The open and secret battles, ghost tricks, in the East China Sea cultivation realm, are much more fierce than the immortal world.

This kind of fight between forces, Luo Chen is not surprised.

If it were ordinary, he wouldn't have paid attention. But today, it's different.

Li Facai is a human race!

And the white-haired monk and Zhao Changqing are all of a different race, but they are just transformations, but their breaths are different after all. This point can't be concealed from Luo Chen.

As a human race, how can there be a reason not to save him when he sees death? What's more, he also has a good impression of Li Facai.

"Boom!"

The black demon spirit also burst out with aura, slamming the white-haired monk's aura back.

"Look for death!"

The fierce light in the white-haired monk's eyes flashed, and with a palm, a huge blood-black ancient shield burst out, slamming into the black demon spirit.

"Boom!"

Not to be outdone, the Dark Spirit slammed into the punch.

The demon clan re-quenched the body, the black demon spirit is a demon immortal, even though there is only the primordial god left, but the experience is still there, the newly obtained body has already been sacrificed to be extremely strong, and one punch is enough to kill the great supreme.

Even the pseudo-immortals have to retreat.

"Boom!"

With a heavy punch, countless cracks suddenly appeared in the shield, and it seemed that it was about to turn into fragments in the sky.

But at this moment, the white-haired monk laughed fiercely, which suddenly made Luo Chen's heart feel bad.

"Buzz ......"

On top of the shield, the blood-black light fluctuated, and the head of a giant beast like a tiger and a wolf was condensed in an instant, and with one mouth, it was about to devour Luo Chen.

"Die!"

In the midst of the Black Spirit's rage, countless ripples suddenly burst out from his fist, directly crushing the head of the giant beast, and even bombarding the shield, causing the shield to explode directly.

"Boom!"

The black demon spirit was unforgiving, and another punch was thrown.

"Hmph!" The white-haired monk was not afraid, and with a wave of his hand, a bone spur **** came out.

“！！！”

As soon as the bone spurs came out, the temperature of the void plummeted instantly, enveloping it in ice.

This bone spur is extraordinary!

Even Luo Chen was palpitating.

"Woo ......"

On the bone spurs, there are wisps of black smoke shrouded in them, passing through each other, which is extremely strange.

The breath of unjust death!

This bone spur, I'm afraid it can't kill no less than 10,000 people, and everyone should be a strong person, this is a big murderous weapon!

Can be called strong by Luo Chen, how can he be weak?

At least, it's all at the Great Supreme Level.

At least 10,000 Great Supremes!

Although this world is obviously one level higher than the cultivation civilization of the Immortal Dao world, and it is almost catching up with or even surpassing the Savage Ancient War Era, the 10,000 Great Supremes are still a force that should not be underestimated.

It must be known that the Great Supreme is already qualified to be the head and ancestor of a sect. Even if it doesn't enter the stream, 10,000 such existences are enough to form a general trend. Such an alliance, even the seven major forces, needs to be taken seriously.

Luo Chen killed the third prince, the star-chasing thief, and the immortal thief, and naturally knew that in the evil demon outer ways of this world, there were many fierce and heavy weapon refining methods. However, there are very few people who can refine it.

It's too hard without him!

Just like this bone spur, 10,000 supremes!

Looking at the entire East China Sea, how many evil cultivators can be completed?

Even if it is a force, it needs to be lifted to complete it. However, no force dares to blatantly refine a fierce weapon, which will only cause hostility and even siege of the other forces, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Therefore, although there are many rumors of fierce heavy weapons, the number of times they have appeared in the East China Sea cultivation realm is only a handful. Even the dragon slayer thief failed to refine a truly fierce heavy weapon.

The Ten Immortals Immortal Netherworld Banner of the Star Chasing Thieves can be included in the list of fierce heavy weapons, but it is only the last stream. Rao is like this, it has taken countless thousands of years of energy for star chasing thieves, and after nine deaths and a lifetime, it has begun to take shape.

This bone spur is in no way inferior to the Ten Places Immortal Slaying Netherworld Banner!

As soon as the bone spurs came out, Luo Chen's attention to the white-haired monk increased by an unknown number of levels.

"Boom!"

The black demon spirit sensed the danger for a moment, roared angrily, and blasted out one punch after another.

A vision made Luo Chen stunned.

Between the black spirit and the bone spurs, there were suddenly countless mirrors. These mirrors, without exception, were all blasted out of the black spirit's fist.

In this kind of boxing, there is a truth!

The realm of the Dao realm is realized!

The bone spurs were traveling at a high speed, but Luo Chen found that the puncture speed of the bone spurs was constantly slowing down.

After passing through the mirrors, the bone spurs were fierce.

"Buzz ......"

Suddenly, Luo Chen's heart moved.

In the Hell Demon Realm, there was a longing mood swing - Evil Spirit!

After devouring a Shura corpse, the evil spirit was obviously enlightened, and it was even more extraordinary.

Luo Chen clearly felt that the evil spirit wanted to ...... Eat this bone spur!

"Boom!"

The black demon spirit waved his big hand, and pointed a finger on the bone spur. When he landed, the white-haired monk snorted, but it was the primordial god imprint in it that was shaken, and in a shock, the white-haired monk was about to withdraw the bone spurs.

But at this moment, the bone spur was gone.

"Boy, you're looking for death!" the white-haired monk furious.

With his realm, how could he not know that it was Luo Chen who took away the treasure that he regarded as his life in one fell swoop? In his heart, the white-haired monk had already sentenced Luo Chen to death, and with a roar, a palm slammed in.

"Boom!"

The huge sword qi that flowed through the ancient rhyme slashed towards Luo Chen fiercely.

I have to say that the methods of this white-haired monk are indeed not weak.

"Dare to be rude to my son-in-law, look for death!" the black demon spirit scolded angrily and threw a punch.

This punch contained pure power, ignoring the space, and directly hit the white-haired monk with a punch.

"Not good!"

The white-haired monk's face changed.

"Peng!"

The white-haired monk shattered the blood mist.

But the next moment, the white-haired monk condensed in another place, with a look of surprise.

"Huh?" The Black Spirit's pupils shrank and he glanced at the white-haired monk, as if he was a little surprised that he had dodged the killer blow.

"Spirit runes?" Luo Chen showed a hint of discoloration.

He clearly sensed that there was a violent fluctuation in manic power, and it should have been the white-haired monk who used a strange spirit rune to save his life.

What kind of spirit rune can save one from death?

You need to know that even Luo Chen thought that the white-haired monk was about to fall. With this kind of method, Luo Chen is also very hot-eyed.

"It's over! It's kicked to the iron plate!" Zhao Changqing's face turned pale.

The cultivation of this white-haired monk, he knew very well, was tantamount to the existence of the ancestor of his own clan. Such a strong person, if it weren't for the pampering of the ancestor and the desire to promote him, he would not have been able to receive him. (To be continued.) )