Luo Fu quietly lurked outside the hall door, listening quietly to the sounds coming from inside.
Judging from the voices, there should be four people inside.
One of them is Kuchanzi of Wuliang Buddhism.
The other three, whose voices Luo Fu could not recognize, must also be mysterious monks of unknown origin.
This made Luo Fu hesitate.
He had already fought the most brutal battle with the mysterious monk.
With his strength, he can fight up to four mysterious monks, injuring both of them.
But three mysterious monks, plus a Kuchanzi who hides his trump card, then...
Luo Fu shook his head slightly.
Luo Fu clearly realized that he would have no chance of winning.
Although capable of escaping.
But if you run away, you won't get the sword piece.
Just when Luo Fu was hesitating.
Suddenly.
A strong sense of crisis arose in my heart.
Thousands of reincarnations and countless battle experiences have allowed him to develop this mysterious sense of crisis.
Almost at the same time, Luo Fu decisively retreated and stayed away from Shimen before he could figure out the current situation.
However, he found that he had misjudged the direction.
The sound of speaking did indeed come from inside the door.
But the sense of crisis comes from behind!
When Luo Fu suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, he happened to see a dazzling Buddha's light!
"Infinite, Great Compassion Palm!"
A huge Buddha's light palm rumbled towards Luo Fu.
The palm of the hand was pressed up and down against the floor and top of the passage, while the left and right sides of the giant palm were rubbing against the left and right walls of the passage.
One palm occupied all the space in the passage.
Luo Fu's reaction was quick enough.
But the opponent made a sneak attack, and Luo Fu took the lead and unleashed his magic.
Luo Fu had no choice but to condense the nine-day divine power into a shield and block it in front of him.
The next moment.
boom!
The Great Compassion Palm severely shattered Luo Fu's divine light shield, and the remaining power of the palm directly sent Luo Fu flying out.
Bang!
Luo Fu's back hit the stone door of the main hall firmly, and knocked the stone door open, causing him to slide backwards into the main hall.
He quickly adjusted his posture to keep himself standing while flying upside down.
The powerful nine-day divine power was concentrated on a pair of feet, and they stepped heavily on the ground.
When his feet drew two straight lines on the ground and continued to slide for another ten feet, he stopped firmly.
At the same time, above Luo Fu's head, on the dome of the hall, a huge and unique square tripod was knocked down brazenly.
boom!
Luo Fu was imprisoned in the main hall.
He narrowed his starry eyes and immediately observed the Fang Ding imprisoning him.
"Mixed gold, low-grade sub-sacred weapon!"
Luo Fu only glanced at it and saw the material and grade of the cauldron.
This tripod is square and upright, perfectly fitting the outline of the same square hall.
The four cauldron walls of the large cauldron fit closely with the four walls of the main hall.
Almost as big as the main hall is, this cauldron is as big as it is.
This tripod is made of transparent material and looks like crystal with extremely high clarity at first glance.
This allowed Luo Fu to clearly see everything outside Fang Ding.
"Bah bang bang!"
Accompanied by applause.
Luo Fu turned his head slightly and looked indifferently through the transparent cauldron toward the door.
But seeing four monks standing outside the door, they came to the door from the passage with sneers on their faces.
Those four people and Luo Fu were isolated by the transparent cauldron wall.
Luo Fu quickly glanced at the four people, and sure enough, Kuchanzi was among them.
Among the four, a monk in white robes looked at Luo Fu in the cauldron with a smile but not a smile, and said: "As expected of Master Canglan."
"With just one glance, I can see the material and grade of this Huntian Cauldron."
"Yes, this cauldron is made of mixed color gold."
"And mixed gold, among the top-grade equipment, is known for its hardness, and it is the best choice for building prisons."
"With your strongest level-leap strength, you can only break a low-grade venerable weapon at most, but you can't break this low-grade sub-sacred weapon, the Huntian Cauldron, and you can't get out."
As he spoke, the white-robed monk lovingly touched the cauldron wall made of mixed gold: "Tsk, tsk, it really deserves to be in the Tai Cang Holy Realm."
"Although Mixed Color Gold is a low-grade sub-holy level equipment, the quantity in existence is extremely rare."
"In five octagonal halls and forty main halls, Taicang Holy Realm actually built forty such Huntian Cauldrons."
The white-robed monk carefully described the origin of the Huntian Cauldron as if it were a precious treasure.
And shook his head regretfully: "It's just a pity that I can't take them away..."
Every move they make is reflected in the live broadcast.
Even if the Huntian Cauldron is taken away, it will be taken away by the Tai Cang Holy Realm.
Immediately, the white-robed monk glanced at Luo Fu contemptuously: "Do you know..."
Before he could say the next words, Luo Fu, who was in the cauldron, turned back to them and began to examine his situation.
This scene made the white-robed monk's face stiffen slightly, and he said angrily: "I haven't finished speaking yet!"
"You are indeed a monk who came from the countryside. You really have no cultivation at all!"
In the main hall, Luo Fu quickly looked around the surroundings.
And was attracted by some strange things.
On the floor of the spacious hall, strange coffins were spread across the floor.
Each of these coffins is bright silver and has a unique shape, and the coffins are covered with complex patterns.
One of the silver coffins has an open lid.
Right next to the coffin, standing quietly, was a puppet.
The puppet dummy is also made of bright silver material and is motionless.
But the dummy's mouth was simulating the voices of Kuchanzi and the three mysterious monks.
Luo Fu knew that the so-called conversation he heard earlier was spoken by the dummy.
At this time, from the direction of the door behind Luo Fu, the words of the white-robed monk continued to be heard: "Do you know that this dummy is..."
"The best sub-level, Bronze Man Formation." Luo Fu frowned slightly and directly told the origin of the dummy.
Luo Fu rushed to answer, causing the white-robed monk to look ashamed and annoyed for the second time.
The Bronze Man Formation is neither a Bronze Man nor a formation.
In the long history of monasticism, there are certain eras when body training is more popular.
The so-called Bronze Man Formation is an ancient puppet created to allow monks to exercise their bodies.
The so-called "Bronze Man" is actually a type of magic weapon.
But the top sub-level "bronze man" does not need to have extra attributes like the flying sword to assist the monk's skills.
Therefore, the material used to create the "bronze man" only needs to be hard enough.
Therefore, a bronze man of the highest sub-respect level is often much harder than a top-level sub-respect weapon.
Luo Fu was able to speak the words "Bronze Man Formation" when he opened his mouth, which made the four monks realize that Luo Fu obviously knew a lot about it.
"Amitabha."
Outside the gate, Ku Chanzi clasped his hands together and stared at Luo Fu: "Luo beast, you will definitely die today."
"There are five octagonal halls and forty Tianji halls. Each Tianji hall has one hundred and eight puppets."
"It took the poor monk and the three benefactors ten days and ten nights to conquer the forty halls one by one."
"And you are alone."
At this point, the other three monks' eyebrows twitched slightly.
Obviously, breaking so many extremely sturdy puppets made them very tired.
The white-robed monk laughed loudly: "But do you know what is the most interesting thing?"
"It's me who has repaired all the forty puppets in the hall."
"And...hehe, we put all the forty halls, with a total of 4,320 puppets, into the hall where you are!"
Luo Fu has already discovered this.
Indeed, there were a total of 4,320 silver coffins placed on site!
Luo Fu narrowed his starry eyes slightly.
Kuchanzi and the others only had to deal with one hundred and eight puppets at a time, and they were all exhausted!
But Luo Fu will be alone, and he will have to deal with more than 4,000 top-grade sub-level puppets at once!
The audience at the Holy Son Dojo couldn't help but grinning after seeing this scene.
In the Tianji Hall, Luo Fu immediately directed his gaze toward the deepest part of the hall.
At the end of the hall, there is an altar.
There is a sword piece suspended on the altar!
And next to the altar, there is...a golden coffin!
This gold coffin is quite different. The surface patterns are more complex than the silver coffin, and the gold coffin is three times larger than the silver coffin!
"Hahahaha!" The white-robed monk laughed wildly: "No need to guess, inside the golden coffin is a top-grade puppet!"
"The four of us don't want to fight that golden puppet, so we can only trouble you."
The best level!
It's a full level higher than the top sub-class puppets!
Kuchanzi smiled and said: "Donor in white, do you think that Luo Zhusheng can smash more than four thousand silver puppets and successfully fight against the golden puppets?"
The white-robed monk said in a contemptuous tone: "We shot one hundred and eight bodies, and our bones were almost broken due to fatigue. How can he beat four thousand three hundred bodies? Hahahaha!"
Kuchanzi said: "The poor monk really hopes that he can win. In that case, he can help us deal with the golden puppet."
"Even if he just helps us injure the golden puppet, that's fine. It will save us a lot of effort."
The white-robed monk suddenly said: "Unless the life forms in the hall die or all the puppets are damaged, the Huntian Cauldron will not be opened."
"Hahaha, Luo Fu, just die here in battle!"
Kuchanzi clasped his hands together and said, "That's good, that's good."
"Luo Zhu, get close to the coffin and the puppet will come out naturally."
"But if you don't want to get close, the poor monk will help you."
After saying this, Kuchanzi suddenly struck out with a palm.
clang!
The powerful palm force hit the outer wall of Huntian Cauldron heavily.
In an instant!
In the Tianji Hall where Luo Fu was located, all 4,319 silver coffins were opened!
Whoosh!
Accompanied by a series of dense sound of breaking through the air.
More than 4,300 silver figures jumped out from the silver coffin at the same time and stood next to the silver coffin.
Immediately afterwards, the four thousand three hundred and twenty silver puppets collectively opened their eyes, raised their heads, and stared at Luo Fu.
From outside the gate behind him, Kuchanzi's compassionate laughter came: "Luo Zhusheng, work harder, the poor monk is looking forward to your wonderful performance."
Almost at the same time, all the silver puppets collectively bowed and arched their backs towards Luo Fu.
Then, there was a loud bang.
All the silver puppets violently trampled on the floor, turning into silver afterimages and shooting towards Luo Fu.
Luo Fu narrowed his eyes and raised his hand suddenly.
The magical powers of wind and thunder come out together!
The magical power of the wind turned into a fierce magical wind, sweeping through all the silver puppets and causing their steps to become disordered.
But these silver puppets are surprisingly heavy.
Being stirred by the magical wind, they only staggered around without being damaged.
Immediately afterwards, dense magical thunder struck down like a shower.
Boom boom boom!
In just one moment, thirty-six puppets were blown to the ground by the divine thunder.
But the next moment, these puppets jumped to life again.
They are not living beings, and the stalemate effect caused by being struck by lightning has no effect on them.
Only the penetrating power of the divine thunder left a half-inch-deep depression on the heads of the thirty-six puppets.
Hard, too hard!
It's several times harder than the top-grade Yazun weapon!
In terms of hardness alone, these top-grade sub-reverend puppets are even as hard as low-grade reverence weapons!
"Hahahaha!" The white-robed monk laughed wildly: "Work harder! Luo Fu, work harder!"
"You, a free thug, are making wedding dresses for us. Are you angry?"
"Come on and work hard, we are waiting to reap your results, hahahaha."
