Chapter 137

"Thank you very much." Luo Chuan looked at friar Huang with a smile, brushed his clothes and walked out.

Compared with when he first came to the monastery, Luochuan's bearing changed again.

The origin of heaven and earth contained in the 3000 pieces of jade is not trivial. It is a little more than the Sanli spirit pulse he used to open the Tianmen gate before. It is worth Luo Chuan's five or six years of hard cultivation alone.

In the Yellow court, the golden virtual Dan is nearly twice as strong as before, and becomes more and more solid.

On the Lingtai and next to the sun moon long knife, the blood color deficiency pill also nearly doubled. Affected by it, the Qi and blood in Luochuan's body danced like a dragon and surged fiercely.

Luo Chuan raised his head and looked beyond the red sandalwood hall to the huge wall towering into the clouds like the mountain boundary. His happiness gradually faded away.

Compared with the existence in that city, he is still very weak. It's more difficult than going to heaven to save your friends on your own.

Zhou buchen, hold on!

At this time, Luo Chuan's ears moved slightly, and he only heard many rumors coming from all directions.

"Do you think you can enter the Apocalypse capital from here? Hahaha, you are so naive. Outside the Apocalypse capital, there are a total of 7749 Taoist temples, and the monitoring envoys of the other 48 Taoist temples are coming here!"

"Destroy the teleportation array. Even if you have great skills, I can't save you!"

The hysterical cry of the old man surnamed Huang sounded behind him. Luo Chuan turned his eyes and strode out.

……

Behind the broad and towering wall like the mountain boundary, there are straight and vertical roads in the depths of the Apocalypse capital. On both sides, there are rows of palaces with a scale comparable to that of small country palaces. At a glance, there is no end.

The first house on the left is tall and gorgeous. The walls are made of meteorite iron. Outside the meteorite iron, there is a layer of red burning copper powder. If a discerning immortal family comes here, it will be surprised to find that these copper powders are crushed by the refined dragon shark wings in the depths of the sea, which can resist the full attack of the fourth level expert Guixu.

At the gate of the mansion, there are two green dragon stone statues. The stone statues are fifty feet high and lifelike. Each dragon scale is no different from the real one. Even in the Apocalypse capital, it is rare to have two green dragons to seal demons and guard the gate. There are absolutely no more than 30 people.

On the gold and jade plaque directly above the residence, there are impressively engraved words of dragon flying and Phoenix Dancing: eight gate inspector governor! Sanpin Renfu!

As soon as you enter the Marquis house, it is as deep as the sea.

There is really a sea in the governor's house.

In the middle of the sea, the old man with Hefa Tongyan sat cross legged. With each breath, a trench thousands of feet deep opened in the sea. In the trench, the figure of dragon shark loomed. Behind the old man, a young monk is waving a big net to catch dragon sharks at the bottom of the sea.

Just then, the old man's ears moved slightly, and then he continued to breathe and breathe, indifferent.

The young monk behind him looked up in the distance, then took out a round mirror from his arms and said something. After a while, the fog on the round mirror dissipated and the scene in the No. 37 Taoist temple appeared.

"Huh? How dare you destroy the transmission array."

"Teleportation array? It's bad. The Taoist priest of Chen family will bleed this time." the old man still didn't open his eyes.

"The banquet on the 12th floor is about to begin, and the new monks will inevitably be vigorous. Unfortunately, this is not the door or the place where they run wild." the young monk behind him said faintly, and suddenly he gave a light sigh.

"Why?" the old man asked faintly.

"He defeated three surveillance envoys alone. One of them was defeated by leaping over his rank." the young friar whispered, showing a trace of interest in his eyes.

"Oh?"

"They all beat their opponents in one move."

The old man's eyelids moved, and finally opened his eyes and looked at the round mirror in the young Friar's hand.

"It's him."

"Did grandpa know this man?"

Ren Zhi, governor of the eight gate patrol, smiled: "I not only knew him, but also met him. This son was Luochuan at the beginning."

"Luo Chuan!" the young friar frowned. "That year, my grandfather led the Daxia mission to the state of Tang. When he came back, he said to his grandson that Luo Chuan could not spread fire. But why..."

"Maybe it's an adventure. Monks depend on misfortunes and blessings. It seems to be misfortunes. Who knows if they will turn misfortunes into blessings in the next moment." Ren Zhi smiled, reached out and grabbed the young monk and jumped out of the sea.

The sea quickly became smaller and finally turned into a drop of water, which was put in the palm of Ren Zhi's hand.

"Fu Cheng Ren Xian listens to the order." Ren Zhi raises his head, and there is a trace of dignity in his voice: "take bamen Lishi and connect Luochuan to the Apocalypse capital."

"Remember, bring it back intact." Ren Zhi added.

……

Luo Chuan walked out of the No. 37 conveyor road yard. As far as he could see, it was a wilderness ridge with long grass flying. Across the wilderness ridge is the South Gate of apocalypse.

In this wilderness, large and small Taoist courts are lined up a hundred steps apart. In every Taoist courtyard, there is a blue cloud haze over the sky, which is the breath emitted by the operation of the transmission Dharma array.

A sword light flew out of the blue cloud haze and fell in front of the No. 37 Taoist temple. The sword light dissipated and came out of each Taoist with a deep breath.

"Wang Daoyou, you're here too."

"HMM. I'm reviewing the transmission friar. I feel that Taoist academy No. 37 has changed. Flying sword comes."

"So is Ben Tao."

"The lapis lazuli of No. 37 Taoist temple can last for 20 years. Why did it suddenly collapse?"

More than 40 Taoists stood in front of the No. 37 Taoist temple and talked one after another. Some of them are old, some are in their prime, and their accomplishments vary from empty pill period to condensed pill period.

The soles of Luochuan's feet speed up.

"Wait, who are you?"

"Boy, I ask you, what happened in No. 37 Taoist temple?"

The monitoring friars had already stared at Luo Chuan and questioned him from a distance.

Luo Chuan kept walking, made up an excuse and was about to say it.

From the No. 37 conveyor Road, friar Huang shouted, "don't let him go!"

Luo Chuan's eyes changed, his body shook and turned into a wind shadow.

Just after ten steps, a dozen flying swords came, burst out and shot at Luochuan.

Boom!

Luo Chuan's wind shadow body method was dispersed, his body landed smoothly, and his eyes finally showed a dignified touch.

Friar Huang had already stumbled to the door, pointed to Luo Chuan and screamed, "it's him! It's him who destroys the transmission array!"

"This son stole a lot of money and wanted to bribe us! When the matter was exposed, he committed murder. He has killed two of our colleagues! You guys, this son is very dangerous. Kill him quickly. Don't hesitate!"

The old man surnamed Huang was pale and almost shouted out with all his strength.

The monitoring monks looked at Luo Chuan coldly, their eyes twinkled and did not speak.

There must be differences and contradictions among so many monitoring friars in the 50 conveyor monasteries. It is impossible to be single-minded.

Luo Chuan thought in his heart, and Lang said, "I'm a disciple of the empty mountain world. I'm innocent and harmless. But I was forced to do it because this man made it difficult and planted it. You are responsible for monitoring the transmission Taoist school. You must be able to distinguish between black and white."

The first supervision friar, who was a little old and looked respected, looked deeply at Luo Chuan and said with a smile, "it's Gaozu in the empty mountain world. It's a famous and decent sect. I know."

Then, his eyes crossed Luo Chuan, looked at the friar surnamed Huang with weak breath, and said coldly, "Lao Huang, I knew you were an asshole. I didn't expect you to be such an asshole!"

Luo Chuan breathed a sigh of relief. If so many friars in the realm of true alchemy together to besiege him, the consequences would be unimaginable. Fortunately, not all monitoring friars have the same virtue as friar Huang.

Friar Huang obviously didn't expect that his colleagues would suddenly get into trouble and be stunned on the spot.

"Hum, this boy must have a treasure, otherwise how could he get to such a point? Lao Huang, it's good. He didn't tell me to wait and wanted to eat alone. What's up? Let's eat it." the chief supervision friar sneered and said sarcastically.

"No, no, I dare not. Old Chen wronged me. This boy only brought six cart Yin coins, which is not a treasure. Otherwise, I will inform old Chen and you." friar Huang said bitterly.

"Six car Yin coins, nearly a million."

"This is nothing? Hum, it's a huge fortune for us!"

The eyes of the monitoring friars suddenly lit up and stared at Luo Chuan with uncertain eyes.

The autumn wind swings from the northwest, and the long grass flies, bleak and cold.

Luo Chuan's heart became cold.

"So you are all in collusion, rats in a smelly ditch. I'm really disappointed in the Apocalypse capital in the Xia Dynasty."

Luo Chuan said faintly.

He originally wanted to take out the master dragon talisman, but now it seems that he doesn't need it. These kids before the Apocalypse decided to eat him.

On the same day, Zhou buchen forced his way into the Apocalypse capital. He must have killed a bloody way with one sword. Why didn't he kill these kids.

The long grass was flying, the black hair was publicized, Luo Chuan looked cold, his eyes were deep, and he walked forward step by step.