Most of the cultivation techniques of the Loucheng monks come from the cornerstone platform, which are efficient and refined, and eliminate all risks.
However, some Loucheng monks still like to practice certain alien techniques, and the more senior monks are, the more so.
Gurman's body is a god-king-level creator, and this method of releasing consciousness clones is a top-notch technique from a certain cultivation plane.
Although it is complicated and time-consuming, for monks at the level of God King, these are not problems at all.
There are not many successful people like Gurman, so they are even more precious.
Gurman didn't know that although he was a ray of consciousness generated by the God King, he actually didn't know much about the Loucheng monks.
The memories left to him by the ontology are all content that he can know, not what he wants to know.
My understanding of the monks in Loucheng comes from a few limited contacts, but the more I know about him, the more I am afraid.
Even though he was underground at this moment, hiding in an ancient tomb, Gurman still felt uncertain.
Gurman, who was worried, couldn't help but take out something from his arms, which looked like an inconspicuous stone.
But being carried by Gurman is enough to prove that this item is extraordinary. Only a truly powerful monk can see what it is.
This is an original spiritual treasure. In order to obtain this treasure, Tang Zhen did not hesitate to come directly to snatch it.
Mortals, with their naked eyes, could not detect its magic. It had been abandoned on the roadside for who knows how many years, and finally fell into Gurman's hands.
Gurman's ability to recognize the extraordinary nature of the treasure stems from his unique insight inherited from the original body. Obtaining this item almost exhausted the good fortune he had accumulated for hundreds of years.
Because the function of this item is to block the breath of the holder, any divination method will have no effect.
This was originally what Gurman was most worried about, fearing that the Loucheng monks would find his hidden location through divination.
With this original spiritual treasure, you can interfere with the power that peeks into you and get corresponding reminders.
It is because of this original spiritual treasure that Gurman was able to know the arrival of the Loucheng monks several times in advance. It can be said that it is his most precious treasure.
"I hope this time can be the same as in the past, and I can get through it without any danger. If I have a choice, I really don't want to go back."
Gurman murmured to himself, and then smiled bitterly, feeling that everything was fate, and no one could control it at all.
Just as he was thinking wildly, the ground beneath his feet suddenly shook, and then he felt a faint trace of energy sweeping past him.
The Origin Spiritual Treasure in his hand released a faint light, dispersing the energy.
Gurman, who noticed the abnormality, suddenly became nervous and his body trembled slightly.
He is now in a state of panic. Even if there is the slightest thing wrong, he will have a feeling of impending disaster.
But at this moment, the feeling was so clear, as if a sharp sword had been placed on his neck.
"No, is it the Loucheng monks who are chasing us?
With the shield of this Origin Spiritual Treasure, the Loucheng monks should not have been able to find me so easily. It must be due to other reasons, and I am too nervous! "
As soon as this thought came into my mind, the earth trembled violently again, as if a giant was holding a giant hammer and hitting the ground hard.
"This feeling seems very familiar..."
Gurman's eyes widened. For some reason, the image of a patrol warship came to mind.
In the past few times when Loucheng monks arrived, they were all alone, and no such terrifying war weapon appeared at all.
This time, they were everywhere, ranging in size from large to small, and every patrol warship brought heavy pressure to him.
Gurman didn't know what kind of weapon this was. He guessed that it was similar to a rune airship, but the difficulty of making it and its power were far different.
Gurman had experienced a similar feeling when the Demon-Conquering Headquarters was destroyed by a single shot, so after feeling the earth shake now, he also had similar thoughts in his mind.
"Did you send patrol warships to deliberately bomb this mountain forest just to find me?"
Just as this thought came to mind, another loud noise came, as if it was happening next to me.
The mausoleum built underground began to tremble violently. Even though it had been specially reinforced, there were still signs of collapse at this moment.
Gurman's body was shaking, and there was a hint of panic in his expression. He became more and more convinced that the shock was related to him.
"boom!"
Another loud noise came, and the earth shook even more violently. More than half of this hidden underground mausoleum began to collapse.
However, this is not the most terrifying thing. According to Gurman's speculation, the vibrations continue to intensify from far to near, so the vibrations and destruction will become more and more intense.
If nothing unexpected happens, the source of the next vibration will appear near the mausoleum, and it may even be centered on the mausoleum!
"The Loucheng monk must have known my approximate location through some means, but he was unable to pinpoint it.
That's why they used that huge battleship bombardment to try to kill me in this way, or force me to show up! "
Guessing the intention of the Loucheng monk, Gurman gritted his teeth in hatred, but there was nothing he could do.
He is now alone and cannot fight against the Loucheng monks. Even if the forces he controlled in the past still exist, there is no way he can be the opponent of the Loucheng monks.
While feeling sad in his heart, a clear sense of crisis flashed through, causing Gurman to rush out of the mausoleum without hesitation.
He doesn't want to die yet, even if there is a slight possibility, he will struggle to survive.
Although the underground mausoleum is deeply hidden, the emergency escape route is like an elevator, reaching the top of the mountain in a blink of an eye.
The moment his body reappeared in the outside world, Gurman was already at the top of a mountain, and then he saw a sight that shocked him.
It turned out that there were more than a dozen huge patrol warships hovering in the surrounding sky. They were shooting beams of light, blasting the ground with holes.
From Gurman's height, he could see that the undulating ground was full of large craters with a diameter of more than several kilometers.
There were no traces of blackening or burning, but the ground had collapsed and sunken, as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer.
All the vegetation in the attacked area was completely shattered, and even the stones were turned into powder.
As for the flesh and blood body, it has long been turned into meat paste.
The animals in the forest are running around on the ground, trying to find a safe place.
The locations that can be bombed are randomly selected, and many animals are directly hit by light beams falling from the sky while escaping.
Seeing this apocalyptic scene, Gurman froze on the spot, and then burst into laughter.
He smiled so wildly that he even shed tears. He was no longer as cautious as before, as if he had let go of all his burdens.
"I never thought that one day I, Gurman, would ask the Loucheng monks to launch such a battle to arrest him. I would die without any regrets."
He looked at the patrol warships in the sky with a ferocious expression, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Come on, I'm right here, aren't you with me!"
If you can, blow me up to death, smash my body to pieces, blow up my soul to pieces, and let my flesh, blood, and soul merge with the land of Haotian World.
I really don’t want to go to the Loucheng World. It may be a paradise for monks, but it’s a place I’m afraid to avoid..."
Gurman half-knelt on the ground weakly, shouting loudly to himself, as if he wanted to vent all the suppressed anger in his heart.
The patrol warships suspended in the surrounding sky have stopped bombing at this moment, and there is deathly silence between heaven and earth.
On the grass and tops of the trees around Gurman, tall and proud figures appeared out of thin air. Cloaks covered in black armor made a hunting sound in the mountain wind.
