Chapter 434

The moment Luo Chuan opened his eyes, his body shook unconsciously. His skin, muscles, muscles, bones, meridians and Qi and blood were shaking, as if he wanted to shake off the dust of years.

Two years of "death", two years of memory dust, like an frozen memory, began to melt in luochuanxin lake.

In the past two years, there have been fierce battles every day, more than 200 big battles and more than 400 small battles. Every day, thousands of friars fall into reincarnation. In two years, the total number of friars killed in the war is more than two million... Although Luo Chuan's body has been in a state of suspended death, the Tianmen idea is open.

Over the past two years, the fighting methods on the black earth plain have been integrated into a picture scroll. At this moment, the methods, tactics and Taoist skills in the picture scroll rushed into Luochuan's mind.

If you were another monk, how could you withstand the impact of so many high-level methods and tactics? Either your divine wisdom collapsed or your state of mind was seriously injured.

Luo Chuan has not only the memory of the Dragon King, but also a rare Tianmen friar.

Under the Tianmen gate and above the Nianhai sea, bubbles rose, like big mouths swallowing the picture of memory!

Finally, over the past two years, the fighting methods on the wanzhang baigukeng have been fought one after another. The combat methods of various monks have turned into a valuable Taoist experience, which has been absorbed by Luo Chuan and began to be integrated into his own combat methods.

Before the age of 20, Luo Chuan's tactics were still in the stage of Jiulong king. After the age of 20, Luo Chuan began to find a way of his own tactics based on Jiulong Jun.

"Hoo..."

Luo Chuanchang breathed a sigh of relief and his body no longer trembled.

His face was very pale, as if he had not seen the sun for many years. His eyes were cold and gloomy. The evil spirit accumulated in the pile of white bones over the past two years made him look full of a peerless, ruthless and cold-blooded temperament.

Deep inside the body, in the two secret places, the fairy baby slept deeply. The Magic Baby yawned and opened his eyes.

Soon, Luo Chuan "saw" the white bat sucked into the secret place of Lingtai. The chill in his eyes was a little lighter. Then he coagulated and boundless evil spirit gushed out of his eyes: "two years, Tianhua palace... I will go back and kill you in a short time."

"Go back?"

Luo Chuan's ear sounded a surprised voice, and then bursts of harsh ridicule sounded.

"He said he wanted to go back?"

"Hahaha, this Taoist friend is either still awake or too naive."

"It's no wonder that it's lucky to be able to survive the immortal devil battlefield. What do you expect him to know?"

"Today's newcomer is his most interesting. I don't know how many incense sticks he can hold."

"Hehe, I think he seems quite unusual. Maybe he can last for half an hour."

The laughing monks sat scattered in all directions.

They looked at a group of monks who went to Luochuan, and then looked at Luochuan. Some sympathized, some were interested, and some gloated.

While they were looking at Luo Chuan, Luo Chuan was also looking around.

The idea of Tianmen is like flowing water. Luochuan looks more and more strange.

What you can see in the field of vision is like a honeycomb full of lattices and a labyrinth of winding corridors.

Just in the space where Luo Chuan is located, there are thousands of steps long and wide, sitting with hundreds of friars. Most friars are firmly handcuffed by the iron chain surrounded by spiritual light, and only a few dozen friars don't wear chains, such as the friars who walk in front of Luo Chuan.

Like the lattice where Luo Chuan is located, the Tianmen idea is swept away. On this layer alone, there are hundreds, and tens of thousands of monks are trapped in it.

When Luo Chuan released the Tianmen idea and wanted to go through this layer and explore the upper and lower layers, he suddenly found that the omnipresent Tianmen idea had failed.

A powerful sealing force enveloped around the outer wall of this layer, blocking Luochuan's Tianmen idea.

As a last resort, Luo Chuan had to give up the temptation and refocus his attention on the friars at this level.

The breath of the monks around them is deeper and deeper, showing their profound Taoist accomplishments. However, no one has the breath of Taoist power or mana, which is a little strange.

Luo Chuan felt a move in his heart and pinched a seal in his hand.

Sure enough, there were signs of mana fluctuation, but there was no way to release mana.

The monks imprisoned here were forcibly sealed by a terrible force in the Huangting secret place and imprisoned the Taoist power and mana.

"Don't try again. No matter who you are, even if you are a Xuanjun of the domain and an emperor, you can't use the power of Taoism here. All you can use here is the power of the flesh."

Luo Chuan heard a sneer.

The one who spoke was one of the friars who came to him.

There are eight monks in this group. Each of these eight people is tall and strong, and their muscles are twisted. In the dark chamber, the surface of the body emits bursts of blood light, which has obviously quenched the body to a certain extent. Regardless of the hardness and strength of the body, they can be called the top among the hundreds of monks in this area.

But in Luo Chuan's view, their physical level is no better than you. Luo Chuan, who knows more and more about the way of Lingtai and the body refining method, can even see at a glance that the level of the body skills they cultivate is no more than three grades.

Headed by a bald friar with a tiger back and a bear waist, a leopard head and eyes, a Qiu shaped magic weapon and a long knife on his shoulder. He looked up and down at Luo Chuan. His eyes were indifferent and dismissive. It was like watching a mouse that could be crushed to death, but wanted to play more for a while.

The monk who had spoken before stood beside him, pale and cold, with a vicious light in his eyes from time to time.

"What are you looking at?" the cold monk stared at Luo Chuan, with contempt and mockery in his eyes: "don't tell me your name, origin, wealth and secrets. If you dare to hide them, they will be your end!"

Then the cold monk turned his eyes to the other side.

Following his eyes, Luo Chuan saw more than 30 monks dying and half dead in the northwest corner of the lattice chamber.

The more than 30 monks only looked at the level of vitality. Before they came here, they at least had the accomplishments of the true Tao realm. However, because the flesh was too weak, after the Taoist power was sealed, it was broken, and the bones and spine of the whole body were broken. It also cruelly broke the secret realm of Huangting. Although it was not dead, it was still alive.

"Did you do it?" Luo Chuan raised his head and asked faintly.

The eight strong friars were stunned and looked at Luo Chuan in surprise. It seemed that they couldn't understand why he was so calm.

In the twinkling of an eye, a cold smile floated from the corner of the head monk's mouth: "you are really bold. Among the newcomers in the past seven years, you are still the first one who dares to ask this question? Xiaohua infant monk, how brave. It seems that you must rely on it."

"Don't tell me! What secret do you know?" the gloomy monk drank coldly.

"You're so good at pretending. I think this little white face knows some important secrets. Little white face, tell it. If it's a useful secret, our big brother will let you go."

"Say it quickly! If there is a half sentence untrue, hey hey, your end will be 100 times worse than them!"

"The little white face has a good figure and looks ok. The key is that he has a cold temperament, which makes him itch. If you don't say it, I'll spend seven degrees tonight and be happy."

"Third brother, you should do it gently. It's not fun to break your ass."

Listening to the profanity and insult of several monks in front of him, Luo Chuan was not angry. He was still as calm as the old monk, but his eyes were cold and gloomy.

After two years of precipitation, Luo Chuan is more calm and mature than before.

"Secrets? What do you want to know about secrets?" Luo Chuan asked.

The eight monks were stunned again, and their faces began to become ugly. Especially the first friar with leopard head and eyes, two blood shadows gradually brewing in his eyes, and there was a trace of anger in his eyes looking at Luo Chuan.

"How dare the little white face continue to ask?"

"Either a fool or a madman. Third brother, you can finally taste slowly tonight."

"Old three. You go." the head monk with a leopard head and a ring of eyes sneered: "let's play for you all night first. Don't break it. Continue to ask tomorrow. There are fewer and fewer new monks now. Save some fun."

Known as the "third brother", he is a tall and magnificent monk with purple hair and shawl. His appearance was originally handsome, but half of his face was rolled up because of a scar extending from the corner of his eyes to his lips, revealing irreparable rotten white meat. People are neither human nor ghost. People are creepy and want to vomit.

"Thank you, brother." the third man went out to Luochuan.

Looking at Luo Chuan close at hand, the purple haired Friar's rotten face floated a happy smile, his eyes were full of desire, and stretched out his hand to touch Luo Chuan's face: "little white face, have fun with me. Last night, I'm comfortable to serve you. I'm in a good mood. Maybe I can ask my eldest brother to let you go."

The first monk smiled faintly and turned his head. He seemed too lazy to take another look.

The gloomy friar beside him turned around with disgust on his face.

Most of the monks in this cell looked away with little interest and were busy with their own affairs.

After all, the things in front of them have happened so many times that they feel boring.

Since the eight strong monks were locked in seven years ago, the thousand step cell has become the territory of the eight of them.

Almost every new friar will be tortured and forced to confess. Ninety nine percent of the hundreds of friars on the court have experienced it and are too lazy to aftertaste it.

"Ah!"

Not everyone expected, the scream of pain rang out and echoed in the Qianbu cell.

The friar with a leopard head and eyes took two steps. Suddenly, he just felt something was wrong.

He frowned, his feet jerked, and looked back quickly.

In the field of vision, there was a picture that made his heart beat wildly and his soul tremble.

The young friar, who had been tied up in flowers and chains, had already got up. Not only did he get up, but he was also strangely suspended in the air, holding the shackles and chains of the seal array. I don't know when they melted into molten iron and poured it down from both sides of his body.

At his feet, the nine foot old three turned into a two foot wide meat ball, and there were no signs of bones in his body.

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