Chapter 148: Dangerous

Luo Zhen and Baili Haichuan returned to the Amethyst Palace camp with their own thoughts. The raid and harassment was not too successful. On the front battlefield, the pressure on the Amethyst Palace was still great, and the offensive of the Tianyuan camp became more and more fierce.

Baili Haichuan stared at Luo Zhen and said, "Luo Daoyou, you must have more than one undead monk in the Tianyuan camp?"

Luo Zhen nodded and said, "According to your previous description, there are at least two undead monks in the Tianyuan camp. However, the one who fought with me may not have the ability to fight for a while, but I'm not sure if there are any other undead monks in the Tianyuan camp except the undead monk who fought with you.

Baili Haichuan's eyes looking at Luo Zhen are a little strange, but he is very clear how difficult the so-called undead monk is. Luo Zhen can cover more than a dozen Amethyst Palace monks to escape, and also make him lose his combat effectiveness. You can imagine Luo Zhen's means. Although he is a little curious, it is definitely not appropriate to take the liberty of asking. However, at this time, it is related to the victory or defeat of the battle with the Tianyuan camp. He didn't care so much. He took a breath and asked, "What magic weapon or magic did Luo Daoyou use to repel the undead monk?"

Luo Zhen had already guessed in his heart that Baili Haichuan wanted to ask this, and there was nothing to hide, so he talked about the power of space. He knew that ordinary people didn't dare to think about the power of space, so it didn't wait to set fire.

Baili Haichuan was stunned and surprised by Luo Zhen's boldness, but he also admired his courage and said, "In this case, we don't have to be afraid of those undead monks!"

Luo Zhen said when he was young, "After repelling the undead monk, I found that the forces of the underworld in the power of space were ready to move, and there was a possibility of breaking through the rules of space at any time. If there were more forces in the underworld, I'm afraid it would break the shackles of the power of space, and the consequences would be even more unimaginable."

"What about that?" Baili Haichuan had no idea at this time. Those undead monks were characters who even felt a headache from a master of the divine period.

In fact, Luo Zhen has no bottom in his heart. What he just said is also the truth. The power of the underworld can make the spiritual power in this world much stronger. Although it is absorbed by the power of space, it is still full of strength. At most, he can repel another undead monk and absorb the power of the underworld, which can reach the power of space. The limit that can be endured. If there is only one undead monk left in the Tianyuan camp who fights against Baili Haichuan, Luo Zhen doesn't have to worry about it, but if there is another undead monk, he will not have a good way.

Baili Haichuan sighed and walked out of the camp helplessly. Luo Zhen thought for a moment and followed him out.

At this time, on the frontal battlefield.

General Shi was leading a team of people and charging forward, while Ning Xing was pressed back by two Huashen monks of the Tianyuan camp on the left. Yang Zhirong's situation was also not optimistic, and the defeat was gradually revealed.

Even if the undead monk can't come out, the Amethyst Palace camp will not be able to resist for long. At this moment, a dark wind and cloud appeared above the sky, from the back of the Tianyuan camp.

Within the dark clouds, a black figure flew out and came to the front of the front battlefield.

"The Undead Monk." Baili Haichuan exclaimed.

Luo Zhen quickly turned his head and asked, "The Elder Baili, this undead monk, is the one who is fighting with you?"

Baili Haichuan divine consciousness surged away and shot at the undead monk. When he was young, he shook his head and said nothing.

Luo Zhen tightened his heart and said, "Isn't it?"

Baili Haichuan said, "It seems, but it doesn't seem to be. There is a layer of black fog on their faces, and their consciousness can't be penetrated. I can only rely on my feelings. I'm not sure!"

Luo Zhen's heart was a little loose. At this time, he could only pray in his heart, hoping that only this undead monk was left in the Tianyuan camp.

In Baili Haichuan's eyes, there was also a wisp of anxiety.

Luo Zhen took a look at him and said, "Old Baili, you press the array for me. I'll fight off this undead monk first!"

Baili Haichuan nodded and said, "Okay, be careful!" After saying that, the two jumped at the same time and galloped towards the undead monk.

The undead monk fell behind the front battlefield and hugged his arms. Suddenly, the black clouds in the sky suddenly came down, and the shadows of the dead rushed to the camp of the Amethyst Palace.

In an instant, dozens of Amethyst Palace monks were killed by the fierce shadow of the undead, and at the same time sacrificed into a batch of new shadows of the undead, joining the ranks of killing the fellows who had just fought side by side.

At this time, Luo Zhen also rushed to the front battlefield and sacrificed the nameless magic formula. Suddenly, the spiritual power in the 108 holes in his body gushed out crazily. On the sea, 100 pillars of water suddenly surged up, and quickly merged with the 108 spiritual power.

Luo Zhen did not borrow the water column like the previous undead monk at this time, because at this time, on the front battlefield, there were also many monks of the Tianyuan camp around, sacrificing the spiritual water column, which was more powerful and could create a certain sense of perspective pressure to the opposite Tianyuan monk.

The 100 spiritual columns of water stood up around Luo Zhen, but they were not in a hurry to hit the shadows of the dead. Luo Zhen's heart moved, and at the same time, he pinched a "eight-knowledge return to the original sword formula", sacrificed the five elements of divine consciousness sword spirit, and hit the surrounding Tianyuan monks. Suddenly, five ways of death spread rapidly in the Tianyuan camp. A corpses of Tianyuan monks, some with faces Aomori, some are like fire, falling to the sea one after another.

After opening the way with the sword spirit of the five elements, Luo Zhen's consciousness moved, and the 108 spiritual water columns were under his control, looking for the shadow of the undead who rushed into the camp of the Amethyst Palace.

With the explosion of spiritual water columns, the hidden spiral spiritual power is also exposed one after another, drilling into the shadow of the nearby undead at a high speed.

One hundred and eight shadows of the dead were destroyed in an instant.

The undead monk also found Luo Zhen, so his figure moved and rushed towards Luo Zhen.

"Are you the monk who hurt my brother?" The voice was hoarse and low, as if it were coming from hell, with a cold and dead breath, which made people very uncomfortable to hear.

Luo Zhen did not answer, took back the five elements of divine knowledge and sword spirit to the knowledge house, brewing the next wave of attacks. He is not taking the initiative to attack now, because he has to make a fatal blow to the undead monk. According to his previous experience of fighting with the undead monk, it is only when he uses the undead handprint that the power of space is best to work.

Seeing that Luo Zhen did not answer or deny it, the undead monk suddenly became angry. He leaned his hands on his chest and turned his palms inside to form a strange handprint, which was the gesture of the undead's big handprint.

Suddenly, the shadows of the undead came out of the black cloud and shot into the small black vortex that appeared in the palm of the undead monk.

At this time, Luo Zhen was also a divine consciousness. He sacrificed the gray space power in the self-a knowledge house and floated in front of him. A group of black silk-like power of the underworld. In this gray-white space power, it slowly squirmed, as if it were some kind of strong creature with life.

When he was young, the handprint formula of the undead monk was completed. With a wave of his palm, two huge black palm prints suddenly hit Luo Zhen.

Luo Zhen was stunned and was very surprised. He never thought that the undead handprint of this undead monk was actually two palm shadows, that is to say, there are ten forces of the underworld, and the power of this space can only absorb five groups of space at most. That is to say, there are at least two finger shadows of the undead's big handprints, this empty The power can't be absorbed.

However, at this moment, the arrow is on the string, and I have to shoot it, so I can only take one step at a time.

As the two black palm shadows get closer and closer to Luo Zhen, the power of the space also seems to be sensed, with a "swish" sound, it is face to face.

There is a trace of ripple-like oscillations in the surrounding space. Where the force of the space passes, the whole space seems to be frozen, and the two black palms pause in mid-air. Ten black skeleton fingertips struggled forward desperately, but to no avail.

The power of the space flew in from the palm of one of the black palm shadows, and instantly sucked the power of the five underworld in it, and then disappeared, and then another black palm shadow in the Ming Dynasty quickly attacked.

The undead monk was shocked when he saw this. He bit the tip of his tongue and sacrificed a wisp of soul blood, trying to take back another black palm shadow. However, the power of space has already controlled another black palm shadow in a special space, and there is no movement for the greeting of the undead monks.

"What the hell is that?" The undead monk was very anxious and said the same words as the undead monk who had previously fightd with Luo Zhen.

When Luo Zhen saw that the undead monk intended to take back the other undead's big hand seal, his heart moved to take back the power of the gray space. He knew that there were ten shares of the underworld power in the power of space, which could accommodate up to three shares, so he simply closed it as soon as it was good. When you avoid it, it is beyond the tolerance range of the power of space, but it is difficult.

As soon as the power of space retreated, the undead monk suddenly sensed that another undead big handprint had returned to normal, so he did not dare to delay at all. He immediately introduced the formula and took it back.

A face-to-face, it was swallowed up in half of the tens of thousands of shadows of the dead sacrificed by Luo Zhen. The monk was furious, but he did not dare to sacrifice those shadows of the dead easily. The whole person jumped into the dark clouds in the air.

Suddenly, countless black beams of light rose to the sky from the black cloud, as if they were combining some formation.

Luo Zhen's divine consciousness sacrificed and covered it towards the black. No spiritual power, or the fluctuation of the underworld, was found. I couldn't help but feel a little confused, but at this time, the countless black beams of light disappeared in an instant, and behind the abyss camp, seven black clouds rose up in the air.

Luo Zhen no longer had a fluke at this time. The seven black clouds represented seven undead monks who were rushing this way.

And Baili Haichuan, who gave Luo Zhen pressure next to him, also saw this scene and secretly complained in his heart.

The seven black pieces moved quickly towards the edge of Luo Zhen. In an instant, they came behind the undead monk who had just faced Luo Zhen.

Seven undead monks dressed in the same dress appeared from the dark clouds. One of them stepped forward and said to the undead monk, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

The undead monk waved his hand and said, "It's okay!"

"So, is the seventh brother really hurt?"

"Yes!"

"Brother, go back to recuperate first and let the seven of us meet this boy!"

"Be careful of the gray magic weapon in that boy's hand. That magic weapon can devour the big hand of the dead." After saying that, his body disappeared into the dark clouds and rolled up behind the Tianyuan camp.

"If you dare to provoke us, it seems that you are impatient to live, brothers, let's go together! I'd like to see what ability this boy has. One person can resist the attack of our seven brothers.

As soon as the words fell, the seven figures suddenly moved at the same time, and the seven black clouds suddenly surged up violently, and countless shadows of the dead came out of the seven black clouds. There were hundreds of thousands, like a wave of black floods, rushing towards Luo Zhen.

Luo Zhen knew that he could not resist each other. As soon as his figure moved, he wanted to retreat to the rear. However, the shadows of the undead were so fast that they soon caught up and surrounded Luo Zhen.

At this time, Luo Zhen did not dare to sacrifice the power of space, and a feeling of powerlessness surged up in his heart for the first time.

Suddenly, a huge and unparalleled spiritual fluctuation came from afar. In an instant, it fell all over Luo Zhen. With that spiritual power as the center, the spiritual shock waves, like substance, shocked countless shadows of the dead for miles away.

Then, a purple shadow flew away from not far away.

Luo Zhen's consciousness moved, and he was overjoyed.

The purple shadow is the queen of the butterfly, the king of the purple soul dream butterfly that Luo Zhen met not long ago.

The butterfly has come, and it seems that the man is also nearby.

Sure enough, behind the purple butterfly, a graceful figure also slowly flew towards this side.

The butterfly cut into Luo Zhen's side from mid-air. The purple wings gently fanned, and there was a purple whirlwind in all directions, blowing the shadows of the undead far away.

The graceful figure shuttled through the shadow of the undead, as if entering the realm of no one. As soon as the shadows of the undead saw the woman approaching, they flew to both sides.

"Why are you here?" Luo Zhendao.

The person who came was the woman named Zidie that Luo Zhen met on the cliff of the kamigaze.

"If I don't come, your life will be in security! Then who will take me to find Ziyun? The woman whispered.

Luo Zhen touched his head, moved his heart, and said, "Since you are here, beat back all the monks of the Tianyuan camp by the way!"

"Well, it's right to save your life. What, do you still want to borrow my hand to repel the Tianyuan camp?" There was a trace of anger in Zidie's tone.

"This matter is just a matter of hand for you!"

"Why should I raise my hand? Not to mention raising my hand, I don't even want to move a finger now!" Zidie looked at the murderous battlefield and said lightly.

Luo Zhen knew that it would not work to ask her for help directly, so he turned around and asked, "Since you came to me at this time, you must have repaired the ancient transmission array."

Zidie nodded and said, "Yes, the repair was completed as early as two days ago. I felt that the butterfly prints planted on you were a little abnormal, so I came to have a look, but I didn't expect you to be in danger. So, you owe me a life now."

Luo Zhen turned his eyes and said, "Okay, when I help the Amethyst Palace repel the Tianyuan camp, I will immediately go with you to the ancient transmission array, teleport it to the State of Yunchu, and help you find the Taoist priest Ziyun."

"Repult the Tianyuan camp? In my opinion, in less than half a month, the Amethyst Palace will be swallowed up by the Tianyuan camp.

Luo Zhen looked at the black cloud where the seven undead monks were located on the battlefield and said, "In this case, I will coexist and die on Amethyst Island!"

Zidie snorted softly and said, "Don't pretend. Don't you just want me to help? There's no need to force you to die." After saying that, her figure moved and flew towards the black cloud of the seven undead monks. However, her figure suddenly stopped and turned her head to Luo Zhen and said, "It's agreed that I'll help you repel the Tianyuan camp, then you will immediately go to the Yunchu Kingdom with me to look for Ziyun."

Luo Zhen smiled and said, "Don't worry, I owe you a life. If you help me repel the Tianyuan camp, I owe you another affection. I, Luo Zhen, am not an ungrateful person. Naturally, I won't be fat."

Zidie nodded, so without hesitation, the whole figure teleported to the seven undead monks.

I didn't see that she sacrificed any magic weapons, but it was just an ordinary formula. Suddenly, spiritual power gushed out of her body. These spiritual powers are a little different from the spiritual power seen by Luo Zhen and others. In the spiritual power, there seems to be a faint trace of purple thread. The spiritual power sacrificed by the black cloud quilt butterfly suddenly began to dissolve quickly like boiling soup and snow.

One of the seven undead monks screamed, "Where did this little girl get out? It's so powerful!"

With a "pop", Zidie threw out a palm shadow and slapped on the face of the undead monk who was talking just now. Suddenly, the black cloud covering his face was scattered, revealing a dry face like bark.

Then, there were six crisp slaps in the face, hitting the other six undead monks in the face.

"Brothers, it's a tough one. Hurry up and withdraw!"

"Withdraw, this old man Yunxi, the other party has such a powerful character, and he didn't make it clear in advance. Humph, it's obvious that let's be cannon fodder. Let's go back to the abyss and live our comfortable life." After saying that, the seven people took back all the lost shadows of the dead. With a roll of black clouds, the seven black smokes quickly disappeared from the original place.

These seven undead monks actually went back to their hometown by being scared back by the butterfly.

Then, the butterfly's consciousness moved, and the wings behind the butterfly spread, and it was to her side. One person and one butterfly drove straight to the core of the Tianyuan camp.