"He Fangxiao is small, dare to sneak attack from behind!" In the midst of the landslide, a roar sounded, and two figures were seen rising from the collapsed mountain rocks.

Luo Zhuo stimulated the blow of the Dinghai Divine Bead and directly collapsed half of the mountain, but because the power was too scattered, the two Xuanwei monks located in the cave were not directly affected by the power of the Dinghai Divine Bead, but were a little embarrassed by the collapsed mountain rocks.

As for the city guards of the city lords of Blackwater City who were on the periphery of the defense, they unfortunately happened to receive the attack of the Dinghai Shenzhu, and they were all wiped out before they could figure out what the situation was.

Although it was not the first time that he had used the Dinghai Divine Bead, Luo Zhuo couldn't help but sigh at the power of the Innate Spirit Treasure, and he didn't know when his Soul Casting Troops would be able to upgrade to the Innate Spirit Treasure.

The secret method of casting soldiers from Hongmeng Purple Qi is to melt the Soul Soil with the Immortal Divine Fire and refine it into a life weapon, which can be changed at will, and its power is not fixed, but has a strange characteristic that can be upgraded by devouring various materials.

It's like Luo Zhuo's current Hundred Variety Divine Weapon, which is just a simple refining of the Rest of the Soil, which is just equivalent to a low-grade immortal weapon, but the degree of solidity is stronger than that of ordinary Immortal Weapons, if you want it to continue to upgrade, you have to let it swallow more materials, this point Luo Zhuo does not have the right materials to refine, if you want to upgrade the Rest Soil Casting Soldier, it is not just a matter of swallowing anything.

This is a later story, Xuanwei Monk and the Wei Chi City Lord broke out from under the mountain rocks and rushed into the air, and the two of them unfolded their powerful divine senses at the same time to look around.

But they didn't see Luo Zhuo, because at the same time as they broke through the ground, Luo Zhuo had already pinched a trick, performed the art of earth escape, and burrowed into the ground, and while they didn't realize it for the time being, Luo Zhuo had slipped to the place where the golden cymbal was.

When Luo Zhuo touched the golden cymbal, the cave had completely collapsed, and the golden cymbal was tightly buried by the rocky soil, but its surface was not damaged at all, and there was an intermittent sound from within it.

"Sikong, it's me, Luo Zhuo!" Luo Zhuo pressed against the golden cymbal and whispered, "Are you okay?" ”

"Lao Luo, why are you here? Great, hurry up and let me out, I must be that bastard monk good-looking!" Sikong said with great joy, "If you come a few days later, you will never see me, damn Maitreya Buddha, it's not over with me!"

"I'll see if I can let you out. Luo Zhuo said, not too confident, he stretched out his hand and pressed on the golden cymbal, sending out a force, the strength was like a mud cow into the sea, and the golden cymbal didn't move.

Just when Luo Zhuo wanted to try again, suddenly there was a light and loud sound behind him, and the rocks and dirt above flew in all directions.

However, it was the Xuanwei monk and the city lord of Yuchi who noticed the situation underground, and joined forces to exert great power to disperse the mountain stones that buried the golden cymbal.

"It turned out to be you!" Monk Xuanwei recognized Luo Zhuo, who was sneaking next to the golden cymbal, at a glance, and shouted angrily: "Trapping this void rat, it really caused you to show up! Luo Zhuo, you hurt me and my teacher seriously, today I will take action to subdue the demon, you, suffer death!"

He raised his eyebrows with rage, and a demon-slaying pestle appeared in his hand, and it slammed into the ground.

Luo Zhuo didn't expect him to do it so simply, he originally thought that Monk Xuanwei would be verbose, but he listened to what he meant, and trapped Sikong in order to lure himself to appear.

If he hadn't forced people too much, how could he have wasted that life-saving protective blow on him, and he hadn't done anything yet, but he was the wicked who sued first, and he still wanted to subdue the demons? Is he a demon? He is a devil!

However, at this time, Luo Zhuo didn't have time to distinguish with him, because the demon pestle was about to fall on his head, the white light flashed on his hand, and the Hundred Variety Divine Weapon changed into the shape of a long stick, Luo Zhuo held the long stick with both hands apart, and went up the grid.

"Boom-" There was a loud bang, and Luo Zhuo's legs didn't reach his ankles, but he didn't retreat half a step.

The huge weapon of the demon pestle in the hand of Monk Xuanwei dissipated, and a look of surprise appeared on his face, he shot out with anger just now, and he had already used eighty percent of his strength, according to what he knew about Luo Zhuo before, even if this blow could not seriously injure him, it was definitely not something he could do so easily.

Could it be that in just two years, his cultivation has progressed so fast?

Monk Xuanwei thought about it, his heart was even more murderous, he shouted angrily, his whole body was full of golden light, and the demon pestle conjured up countless golden lights, pouring towards Luo Zhuo.

Luo Zhuo snorted coldly, two years ago he was not Monk Xuanwei's opponent, but now he is no longer what it used to be, since Monk Xuanwei is so big and makes a move by himself, then he is unlucky!

Luo Zhuo was worried that he would join forces with the two of the Wei Chi City Lord, in that case he would have to escape, if it was Xuanwei Monk himself, Luo Zhuo would like to try if his current combat strength could beat him.

With a flash of white light, the long stick changed into a knife, and now Luo Zhuo's two-broken knife has been used smoothly, and the practice of qi has not broken through to the heavenly immortals, and the swordsmanship is not as powerful as the two-broken knife.

With a flash of the sword, Luo Zhuo had already rushed into the thousands of golden lights.

In the golden light, white light and black lines flashed, and the sound of impact was endless, and after a breath, Luo Zhuo had already rushed through the golden light, and arrived in front of Monk Xuanwei, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, and slashing it with a knife.

"Young people, do you want to be prevalent too?" The city lord of Wei Chi snorted coldly, and the momentum on his body soared, and he was about to help Monk Xuanwei.

"You don't have to do it, I'll come personally!" Xuanwei shouted, although he was a little shameless, but he was still a little arrogant, and he disdained to join forces with the city lord of Yuchi to deal with a little fly that he had looked down on before.

Luo Zhuo was not afraid of his arrogance, but worried that he would attach too much importance to himself, and he was so big, Luo Zhuo was happy.

The two broken knives faced the demon pestle, and the two fought for a while.

Although the city lord of Yuchi listened to the words of Monk Xuanwei and did not make a move, he has been not far away, always paying attention to the battle, and Monk Xuanwei has a noble status, and he must not have an accident on his territory.

In fact, the cultivation of this Wei Chi City Lord is higher than that of Monk Xuanwei, but he is not a direct descendant of the Wei Chi family, so he doesn't get much attention from the Sanche monk, so he has been currying favor with Monk Xuanwei and wants to follow his path to worship under the Lingshan Gate, and he is still counting on Xuanwei to contribute, of course he can't let him have an accident.

Luo Zhuo didn't care about this, he set aside a little force to guard against him, and all the remaining strength was used to fight with Monk Xuanwei, originally using the Dinghai Divine Bead, his true yuan had already consumed more than half, and it was actually a little difficult to fight with Monk Xuanwei at this time.

However, he is the kind of person who becomes more and more courageous, and the more dangerous he is, the clearer his mind becomes, since his strength is insufficient, then every bit of strength must be used on the blade! This is also the most important thing that Luo Zhuo gained in Zhu Bajie's training.

One hour, two hours, Luo Zhuo fought more and more bravely, and even the true yuan in his body became unprecedentedly active, and the aura of heaven and earth formed a vortex above his head, pouring into his body continuously, a few points faster than his usual speed of meditation and practice, and he entered a special state.

Monk Xuanwei is getting more and more anxious, a person who he could easily defeat two years ago, in just two years, he can fight with himself for two hours without falling behind, which makes him embarrassed by his extraordinary background!

Monk Xuanwei's cultivation realm is indeed only the eleventh level of heavenly immortals, even if it is placed in Nanzhan Buzhou, it is not the top, but at that time, he was limited to the age of cultivation, he went from entering the path of cultivation to becoming a heavenly immortal, but it took a hundred years, this kind of cultivation speed is also among the best in the Lingshan resort, he has pride in his heart, how can he tolerate being surpassed by others in just two years.

Fighting is not a matter of anger or unwillingness, no matter how angry Monk Xuanwei is, he will no longer be able to defeat Luo Zhuo as easily as he did two years ago.

Luo Zhuo, who entered a special state, not only did not shrink his true yuan because of the battle, but the momentum on his body became stronger little by little, although the speed was very slow, but in the eyes of the city lord of Wei Chi who was watching the battle on the side, it was clearly like a candle in the night.

The city lord of Wei Chi has experienced a lot in his life, and he has also met people who broke through in battle, and he is not surprised by Luo Zhuo's situation, he didn't blink his eyes, staring at Luo Zhuo, the natal magic weapon has appeared in his hand, he can see that Monk Xuanwei's heart has been messed up, and his chance of turning the tables is infinitely small.

After fighting hundreds of moves, Luo Zhuo finally seized an opportunity and crashed into the arms of Monk Xuanwei, blocking the demon pestle with a long knife in his right hand, clenching a fist with his left hand, and punching Monk Xuanwei in the chest.

"Bang-" With a sound, Monk Xuanwei fell backwards and flew out, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the air.

Luo Zhuo hit it successfully, his heart was very happy, the once aggrieved and evil spirit, finally spit out half of his mouth, he was about to continue the pursuit, his heart was alert for a lifetime, he instantly moved out a few zhang, a black light has fallen in the air, if he continued to pursue just now, he would just be beaten.

"Poof-" Monk Xuanwei staggered to the ground, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, he was ashamed and angry, from birth to now, this is the second time he is so embarrassed, the first time was in the ring in Chang'an City, and both times it was related to Luo Zhuo.

If the gaze can kill, Monk Xuanwei is only afraid that he has killed Luo Zhuo countless times, although he was punched by Luo Zhuo, but he has a Buddhist golden body, and the injury is not as serious as it seems on the surface.

"Luo Zhuo, you are going to die today, no one can save you!" Monk Xuanwei roared angrily, and the demon pestle was thrust into the ground, and the golden light on his body appeared, and his hands formed hundreds of handprints with a breath, which was beautiful.

The city lord of Yuchi stopped Luo Zhuo's pursuit, and did not make the most move, but retreated to Monk Xuanwei's side, guarding him, seeing that Monk Xuanwei made countless handprints, Luo Zhuo's heart was greatly alerted, and before he could react, he heard a boom, and a golden light flew up on the ground, flying towards Luo Zhuo at an incredible speed.

Luo Zhuo's face changed drastically, he only had time to crush something in his hand, and the person had disappeared into the air, followed by a loud bang, and a huge golden cymbal fell to the ground, smashing out a deep pit. (To be continued.) )