"ah!?"
"Damn it, why can he stand in the sun and not die!"
"This beast, I've heard that he's good at cheating in all kinds of ways. I really can't take him lightly!"
The monks from the hostile forces were going crazy.
They all stomped their feet and cursed, wishing they could rush out and eat Luo Fu alive.
All because they realized a serious problem.
Luo Fu, if he can walk in the sun, he can easily dig a tomb!
This is tantamount to taking the lives of the hostile monks.
On the Penglai Alliance side, it's a completely different scene.
"Miracle! Miracle hahaha!"
"Fellow Taoist Luo Fu really didn't deceive us!"
"We chose the right person, hahahaha!"
The allied monks also wished they could rush out, hug Luo Fu and kiss him fiercely.
Fang Luxuan, Fang Qingxue, Su Waner, Nalan Ruoqing and several other familiar women looked at each other and smiled.
They have become somewhat, gradually able to adapt to this kind of comeback.
As long as Luo Fu is on the court, a comeback will be a matter of time.
On the open ground.
Luo Fu held a black umbrella, turned back with a smile, and said, "Wait a moment."
"Fellow disciples, fellow Taoists, I will give you a great opportunity."
After saying this, Luo Fu turned back and walked forward holding an umbrella.
When all human monks and monsters must hide under Grinding Bones.
Now Luo Fu is in a real sense, as if he is in a deserted place.
Under the sun.
Luo Fu walked ten miles, and a tomb appeared in front of him.
This ten-mile road seems to be very short, but during the battle with the beast tide at night, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky to cross it.
But now, Luo Fu is just a few steps away.
At this moment, he finally had the opportunity to take a closer look at this magical tomb that he had heard of but had never seen with his own eyes.
It is said to be a tomb, but in fact there is no tombstone and no coffin.
In front of him is a pit.
In the pit, there was a severely corrupted corpse, wrapped in a faint light curtain.
"Master, this seems to be a dead god." Xiao Cang said.
Luo Fu's expression gradually became serious, and he said "Yeah" in a hoarse voice.
"Master, have you guessed the origin of this corpse and the weapons and magic weapons?"
Luo Fu sighed, and in his heart, he expressed his speculation for Xiao Cang Xiao Gu.
In each "pit", there are thousands of weapons and magic weapons.
It is inferred that in the brutal war that took place here for eight million years, each thousand gods should have formed an independent team to fight against the demons.
The corpse lying in the pit in the light curtain should be the last survivor of each team, or the god on the verge of death.
All his companions died in the battle, but he refused to hand over their corpses to the demons for defilement.
It should be that before dying, he gathered the bodies of his teammates together and sealed his own and his companions' bodies.
Since the corpse was not killed directly in battle, the "destruction injuries" suffered were relatively minor. In the end, only his corpse remained.
And thousands of weapons and magic weapons naturally come from a thousand companions.
After hearing this, Xiao Cang was shocked and said: "But here... there is a so-called tomb almost every ten miles!"
Every ten miles, a thousand gods die!
The brutal battle between gods and demons that took place here for eight million years is evident.
With a heavy heart, Luo Fu gently touched the light barrier with his palm.
Sure enough, eight million years later, the barrier was on the verge of collapse.
Even a monk in the realm of refining gods can easily break it.
Luo Fu sighed and said to the corpse: "Rest in peace, someone will take over your unfinished duties."
"The weapons and magic weapons buried here will also set foot on the battlefield again."
After saying this, a surge of overbearing Nine Heavens divine power spurted out from the palm of his hand.
boom!
The light curtain barrier collapsed!
Thousands of weapons and magic weapons spurted out.
Behind the scenes, the monks from the hostile forces went crazy after seeing this.
"Fuck! He really opened the tomb!"
"Ah, they are all low-grade sub-holy weapons!"
"It's over. Someone come and think of a solution. We can't let Luo Fu do whatever he wants!"
Although the clamor was harsh, no one dared to take even one step away from the mushroom.
He could only watch helplessly as Luo Fu collected thousands of low-level holy weapons.
"Luxuan, Ruoqing, take it."
"Arm the Penglai Alliance."
Luo Fu didn't even glance at the weapons and magic weapons. He waved his hand and pointed in the direction of Fang Luxuan's mushroom.
In an instant, thousands of sacred weapons gathered into a river of magic weapons and rushed towards the Penglai Alliance.
Immediately afterwards, there were cheers and cheers that shook the sky.
Luo Fu did not look back. After digging a tomb, he rose into the air and headed towards the next tomb.
After ten miles, the second tomb was dug.
Here, there are still a thousand pieces, low-grade sub-holy weapons.
Luo Fu accepted them all, but none of them were wanted, and they were all sent back to Penglai Alliance.
Then, the third one, the fourth one...
The eighth, the ninth, the tenth!
Luo Fu dug ten tombs in one breath and obtained tens of thousands of low-grade sub-sacred weapons.
Tens of thousands of low-grade sub-sacred weapons were all handed over to the Penglai Alliance.
Hostile monk, under the mushroom.
A cultivator from the Lingxiao Fu Pavilion screamed and screamed: "Luo Fu, don't count him! I beg you, stop digging!"
"Leave us some treasure!"
"Please do a good job and be a human being!"
The female cultivator next to me advised: "Senior Brother Huang Yun, please calm down. He is already hundreds of miles away and cannot hear your voice."
Huang Yun turned around angrily and pointed angrily at Fang Lucuan: "Fang Lucuan, this is the despicable method of the Penglai Shenzong, which you claim to be righteous!"
"The magic weapon left behind by the war between gods and demons is the common wealth of all the monks in Canglan Continent!"
"How dare you take it for yourself!"
Before Fang Luxuan could speak, a figure stood in front of her.
Murong Dongye pointed at the other person and yelled: "Fuck your grandma's 18th generation ancestor's crooked dog fart!"
"Have you ever left us even one of the magic weapons you dug up earlier?"
"Deserve! Should he live?"
Fang Qingxue frowned in displeasure: "Fellow Taoist Murong, why are you wasting such words with them?"
"Just find an opportunity and kill him."
Isn't it funny that both sides are fighting each other and still being reasonable?
At this time, another weapon and magic weapon flew back.
The other monk looked at him and his face turned livid with anger.
"Mid-grade sub-sacred weapon!"
Fang Luxuan was overjoyed: "These thousand weapons and magic weapons have reached the level of middle-grade sub-sacred weapons!"
"Fellow Taoists, quickly divide them and increase your strength!"
Subsequently, the second batch of mid-grade sub-holy weapons, the third batch, the fifth batch, the ninth batch, and the tenth batch flew in one after another!
Less than an hour.
Fifty thousand Penglai Alliance monks have obtained a total of 10,000 low-grade sub-sacred weapons and 10,000 mid-grade sub-sacred weapons!
Further back.
Another ten batches of weapons and magic weapons flew in.
A total of 10,000 pieces, top-grade sub-holy weapons!
continue!
Another ten batches of weapons and magic weapons flew back.
But this time, it was still 10,000 high-grade sub-holy artifacts.
During the last batch.
Luo Fu himself returned to his original place.
And he presented 10,000 pieces of top-quality sub-holy weapons!
Fang Luxuan's face flushed with excitement and said: "Luo Fu, we have obtained a total of 10,000 low-grade sub-sacred weapons and 10,000 mid-grade sub-sacred weapons."
"Twenty thousand high-grade sub-holy weapons, ten thousand top-grade sub-holy weapons, a total of fifty thousand magic weapons!"
"At this point, everyone can have a sub-holy weapon!"
As soon as these words came out, the 50,000 Penglai Alliance monks raised their arms and shouted, their voices shaking the sky!
Luo Fu smiled slightly and said, "Fellow disciples and fellow Taoists, please replace the Yazun weapons in your hands."
The strength of the 50,000 Penglai Alliance monks holding sub-holy weapons has skyrocketed by two levels!
From the sub-holy vessel, past the sub-holy vessel, directly to the sub-holy vessel.
The other party's 520,000 monks only have one thousand sub-sacred weapons, and the rest are all venerable or even sub-sacred weapons.
earned a lot!
Luo Fu said: "Going deeper, no more tombs have been found."
"But we still haven't reached the end of this level of space. There should be a doorway deeper."
At this time, Fang Luxuan suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said: "That's right!"
"Luo Fu, before you came, among the twenty-nine forces on the other side, the top experts had already gone to the deepest place!"
