Luo Fu turned around indifferently.
The person speaking was a team of a thousand people.
Judging from the costumes, the members of this team are very complicated, composed of twelve monks from different forces.
Xiao Cang asked curiously: "Ah? Master, are the cultivation resources in the Western Region so much stronger than those in the Eastern Region!?"
Xiao Cang was surprised, not without reason.
The qualifications of the monks in the team of 1,000 people opposite were at the middle level at best among the monks in the Great Secret Realm.
But their realm is extremely high!
There are more than 900 people in the fourth level of God Refining.
There are another fifty people who have reached the fifth level of God Refining!
With such a high realm level, if you put it in the Western Region, it could catch up with Wan Renxue or even Daojun Xuanhuang.
This special phenomenon made Luo Fu feel a little strange.
"Luo Fu!"
A dignified monk from Jiutian Shinto Pavilion took a step forward towards Luo Fu.
And lift your boots high.
"Come lick my boots!"
"This is my good mood, giving you the last chance to survive!"
"Be sensible and don't be shameless."
Next to him, a female disciple of the Sui Xu Du Sect laughed and said: "Luo Fu, you'd better listen to fellow Taoist Zhao Hai and be obedient and don't resist."
"It can be seen that fellow Taoist Zhao Hai has already practiced the ninth-level true immortal-level pseudo-demon skill to the eighth level!"
"The original Wan Wuhen was nothing more than this. Are you scared out of your wits?"
Relying on the large number of people, this group of people did not take Luo Fu seriously.
Xiao Cang rolled his eyes speechlessly.
How about this fake magic power...
The Xuanqing Taoist Sect has all developed Daoqing Demonic Techniques, and even the Combination Demonic Technique, Demon Transformation, and even the Daoqing Demonic Technique.
The information of these people is too backward.
At this point, magic power can be broadly divided into two levels.
The first level, pseudo-magic power, is represented by Wan Wuhen.
To perform pseudo-magic skills, you must use a magic weapon to convert the power of attributes into magic power and then perform it.
The second level is exclusive magic power, such as Daoqing magic power.
This kind of exclusive magic power is ten times more powerful than pseudo-magic power. It can convert the power of attributes into magic power and directly perform magic power without the use of magic weapons.
In Luo Fu's eyes, the group of monks in front of him kept talking about fake magic skills, and they had already fallen behind to his grandma's house.
present.
Seeing that Luo Fu didn't express anything, everyone's faces darkened.
"Senior Brother Zhao Hai, this bitch won't give you face!"
"He still thinks this is the Holy Son's Ceremony? There are a thousand of us, and everyone knows how to fake magic!"
Zhao Haidun felt ashamed and said angrily: "This beast is so shameless, so let me take care of you. Let's see how I teach him a lesson!"
After saying this, Zhao Hai showed off a magic weapon jade bracelet on his wrist.
As the attribute power was transformed into magic power, Zhao Hai turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Luo Fu instantly.
"so fast!"
"Senior Brother Zhao Hai's speed is comparable to that of a god!"
Luo Fu, however, had no expression on his face.
Zhao Hai's speed, which others boasted about, seemed to Luo Fu to be in slow motion, ridiculously slow.
Luo Fu shook his head and connected a pair of palms together.
With your left and right hands, thumb to thumb, index finger to index finger, expand your hands into a prismatic gesture.
Then, Luo Fu took a breath.
Aiming at the prismatic opening, he puffed out in one breath.
This breath is blessed with powerful thunder powers!
But I saw a ball of breath, covered with overbearing dense lightning arcs, bursting out!
Zhao Hai rushed to two feet in front of Luo Fu. When the thunderous breath flew past his ears, he was frightened and stopped on the spot.
A drop of cold sweat slipped quietly down Zhao Hai's cheek.
So... so strong!
Zhao Hai was shocked.
Although the thunder and lightning aura did not touch him, he felt the heaven-destroying power in the aura!
That kind of power made his soul tremble.
Can……
Did Luo Fu miss the target?
Zhao Hai was confused and quickly looked back.
This look frightened Zhao Hai out of his wits.
"Where are the people!?"
"Brothers and fellow Taoists? Where are you!?"
Behind me, there is nothing!
Only pieces of ashes swirled downwards.
"No need to look for it." Luo Fu's cold voice suddenly appeared next to Zhao Hai's ear.
Zhao Hai's heart trembled, and he hurriedly turned around, only to see Luo Fu very close in front of him.
"Did you kill them all?"
"Just...just, just one breath!?"
Zhao Hai was stunned and his mentality collapsed.
What the hell is this? Luo Fu only blew a breath and blew out the strongest?
Gulu.
Zhao Hai swallowed hard and forced an ugly smile on his face: "Luo, Fellow Daoist Luo, there is a misunderstanding. This is a misunderstanding."
"Just think that I am a fart, let me go... let me go..."
Luo Fu's voice was indifferent: "I will only ask once, why is your realm so high?"
Zhao Hai trembled and whispered: "The major ruins in the Western Region are all occupied by top monks from various forces. We, a group of people, can only help patrol and drink some soup. We... "
"Tell the important point!"
Zhao Hai was frightened and said hurriedly: "After the Tomb of Gods and Demons was born, all the top experts rushed there immediately."
"So...so we middle-class monks..."
Luo Fu nodded and understood.
The strong men all went to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Burials. The mid-level and even lower-level monks like Zhao Hai took a big advantage and were busy visiting all the major ruins and holy places.
There was no strong person competing with him, so he naturally practiced leisurely and happily.
It turned out that they were a group of scrappers.
No wonder it's been a year and a half, and Zhao Hai and the others are still wandering around in the outside world.
Luo Fu nodded: "How many other monks like you are there?"
Zhao Hai thought for a while and said: "It's quite a lot. Anyway, we encountered no less than 300,000 people."
"Think about it, the top experts are crowded into the Tomb of Ten Thousand Burials. How dare we small fish and shrimps compete with others for resources? We..."
"Shut up." Luo Fu frowned: "I didn't ask you, so don't say more."
"Where are you going now?"
Zhao Hai said: "Oh, we little fish and shrimps have already agreed to go to Wan Bury Tomb!"
"It's been more than a year. The top experts must have traveled very deep into the Tomb of Ten Thousand Burials, so... if we go in now, we shouldn't run into the experts."
"What, they eat meat, let's pick up some soup to drink."
"Think about it, no matter what, he is a fellow disciple of the same sect, and he will always be considerate of him."
"As long as we don't reach out for the top magic weapons, other strong people will turn a blind eye and have no time to pay attention to us."
"Either we have to build good interpersonal relationships on a daily basis. I will give some to the strong during the holidays..."
Luo Fu frowned frequently as he listened.
I'm not worried that this guy won't confess.
On the contrary, he said too much!
"Shut up!"
Zhao Hai panicked: "What about that? I know that Fellow Daoist Luo hates demons, and I also know that I have practiced pseudo-demon skills."
"In this way, how about I, Zhao Hai, pay for my own spiritual palace and cut off my meridians!"
"If I don't even have any cultivation, then my pseudo-demon skills must be gone as well. Can you please spare my life?"
Luo Fu shook his head indifferently: "I said, even if it is a dog, as long as it dares to practice pseudo-demon skills, I will never forgive it."
After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed.
boom!
A blast of thunder power blasted Zhao Hai to pieces.
"Xiao Cang, look at their flying swords."
Xiao Cang didn't even bother to come out, and said disdainfully: "I can no longer look down on the inferior Yazun level."
"I don't even bother to collect weapons that can't reach the high-grade Yazun level."
Luo Fu nodded, and with a wave of his hand, he brought a thousand low-grade Yazun-level flying swords into the Nine Heavens Spiritual Palace.
Take it back and give it to the Penglai Shen Sect disciples.
"Let's go."
Three days later.
The tomb of gods and demons.
When Luo Fu appeared in the sky, he looked down and saw the tombs of gods and demons at a glance.
It was an endless sinkhole!
If this tiankeng is a relatively regular circle, then based on the arc along the edge of the pit, it can be estimated that the diameter of this tiankeng should be about 100,000 to 300,000 miles.
Nowadays, the interior of this sinkhole is filled with dense vegetation and a wide variety of creatures.
Xiao Cang said: "Master, a sinkhole of this size should have been created during the war between gods and demons."
"It seems that this is indeed one of the main battlefields."
"But there are no monks' cultivation fluctuations in the pit. This should be just the entrance."
Luo Fu nodded and quickly passed through the sky, scanning the scenery below.
If there is an entrance to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Burials, there will definitely be a battle there.
Sure enough, after flying for less than an hour, an area of scorched earth was discovered.
In that area, no vegetation remained, leaving only thousands of miles of scorched earth, which was obviously the result of being bombarded by martial arts.
Moreover, what comes into view are corpses everywhere!
There were more than 10,000 corpses, coming from at least twenty god-level forces.
"Master, they are at odds, dog bites dog."
The Tomb of Burials of Gods and Demons has a transcendent location.
In the face of absolute interests, the temporary alliance of twenty-nine hostile forces has become fragile.
In order to seize the training resources, they have completely broken up and started fighting.
Luo Fu glanced at it and came to a vertical hole.
The entrance of the cave is vertically downward, bottomless, and about ten feet in diameter.
It was obvious that this was a passage to the tomb of ten thousand burials that was temporarily dug out by monks using martial arts.
"It seems that there is more than just one entrance to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Burials."
Luo Fu twisted a little soil and observed it in front of his eyes.
The soil inside the cave wall is very new and has not yet been covered with moss. It should not have been dug out a year and a half ago.
"Go down and have a look."
The passage is extremely deep.
Luo Fu descended all the way, silently estimating the distance.
It sank for nearly thirty thousand feet before finally stepping onto the ground.
What appeared in front of him was not any tomb door, but a huge vortex of nothingness.
The vortex of nothingness is filled with shattered and messy laws of heaven.
Luo Fu did not hesitate and rushed into it.
With a dazzling spatial transformation.
When Luo Fu could see things again, he found himself in a small and depressing world.
The sky in this small world is very low, only a thousand feet high at most.
Further up, there is a vast void of space.
boom!
Just then.
It is located directly in front of Luofu, about a thousand feet away.
An explosion sounded suddenly.
Then there were cheers from thousands of people.
"Hahahaha, Dao Jing! It is indeed Dao Jing!"
"We opened the dilapidated altar, and there are indeed more Dao crystals inside!"
"Let me tell you, picking up a Dao Crystal on the road is no accident. There must be more hidden underneath!"
"Junior Brother Wang, you have made great contributions to our Shattering Void Poison Sect!"
Dao Jing! ?
Luo Fu frowned and stared.
Sure enough, we saw more than three thousand monks lying on the ground picking up Taoist crystals with joy.
God-man, God-King, God-Emperor, God-Emperor, God-Lord, Supreme God, Lord of the God Realm.
Only God Kings and higher gods can form Dao Crystals by using their techniques in battle.
To put it bluntly, Dao Jing is not a panacea, but a crystallized product of divine power.
When the techniques clash with each other, most of the residual power of the techniques will dissipate between heaven and earth.
But there is also a small probability that the remaining power of the skill will remain and form crystals.
It is Dao Jing.
This thing is of no use to true immortals or true gods.
But to the monks in the human world, it is a treasure.
Even if it is just a useless skill crystal, as long as the monk's realm is low enough, he can gain cultivation by absorbing the Tao crystal!
After all, drinking the foot-washing water of the true God can improve you.
"Hahaha, we are prosperous this time!"
"We...ah!? Who is that!?"
"It's Luo Fu!"
