Chapter 337 Breaking the Cold 3

On the petals of the black underworld demon flower, among the countless underworld runes, the purple light and black light kept flashing, and there was a fierce struggle. As each black silk line was swallowed up by the purple thunder light, the underworld rune suddenly dimmed and turned gray, as if it had been petrified, and the last inch An inch cracked.

At this moment, the masked underworld monk could no longer care about anything else. His face changed and he hit a few palms in a row. In the palm of each palm, there was a huge underworld force. These underworld forces were quickly integrated into the petals of the black underworld demon flower and again transformed into black silk thread.

Suddenly, in those underworld runes, the number of black silk threads far exceeded the purple thunder light, and almost every three or four black silk threads besieged a purple thunder light.

Luo Zhen looked solemn at this moment. He felt that the power of purple thunder in the phantom sword, the transformed purple thunder light, could no longer resist the siege of those black silk threads. At present, the divine consciousness moved, the five elements of thunder beads in the knowledge house turned, and the huge thunder force ran out, and then Luo Zhen pinched the magic formula in his hand, and again A purple sword appeared in his hand.

When the masked monk in the underworld saw another purple sword in Luo Zhen's hand, he was shocked. He didn't care about letting the black demon flower completely devour the purple thunder light in the rune in the underworld. His hands crossed, and the black demon flower began to shrink rapidly, and finally turned into only the size of a palm. And those underworld runes have also become the size of ants, and the black silk threads and purple thunder lights are too small to be seen.

At this moment, Luo Zhen's figure suddenly moved. The purple sword in his hand, the light flowed, and the tortuous purple electric light, constantly swam back and forth. On the wide sword body, it burst, annihilated, and reborn.

The surrounding air was stimulated by the purple thunder light to create circles of energy ripples, constantly spreading around.

After the masked monk in the underworld took back the black demon flower, he did not hesitate. As soon as his figure moved, he went to the black cloud above the sky.

On the black cloud, there are two other underworld monks. Moreover, in the black cloud, they laid the array, so as long as they enter the range of the black cloud, even if Luo Zhen has the ability to pass the sky, he can't help it.

The figure of the masked monk in the underworld flashed, which turned into a shadow and went straight towards the black in the air.

Luo Zhen's eyes flashed, and the purple sword in his hand suddenly stroked. Suddenly, there was a long and narrow purple sword light, which attacked in the direction of the underworld monk's escape with the momentum of thunder.

The speed of the purple sword light almost moved dozens of feet in an instant. Before the underworld monk could escape to the range of the black cloud, it was about to be hit.

The monk in the underworld also sensed the strong energy breath behind him. The underworld power in his body surged, and the speed of escape suddenly increased several times. At the same time, his figure was also slightly upward, and the purple sword light crossed under the soles of his feet.

The underworld monks were secretly lucky, but they did not dare to be careless. They continued to maintain the ultimate speed and gallop towards the black clouds only a few miles away.

But at this time, the purple sword light went and returned, and unexpectedly collided with the underworld monk head-on.

Both of them are extremely fast. The monk of the underworld was caught off guard and was hit by the purple sword.

With a bang, with the underworld monk as the center, countless purple rays burst out.

Luo Zhen also used the art of thunder escape at this moment and rushed over. The purple sword in his hand seemed to be constantly trembling and making a buzzing sound. On Luo Zhen's right hand holding the hilt of the sword, the blood veins bulged, like earthworms, purple thunder, flowing out quickly in the thick veins.

And the purple sword, with the gentle buzzing sound, became more and more rapid, and more and more purple thunder power gushed out of Luo Zhen's arm, almost bursting his muscles.

Suddenly, Luo Zhen suddenly shouted. While his figure was speeding, the purple sword in his hand was thrown out of his hand and turned into a dazzling purple rainbow, straight through the sky and stabbed the monk straight.

Seeing that the underworld monk was about to be stabbed through his heart by a purple sword, he was doomed to disaster.

However, at this time, in the black cloud not far away, a burst of golden black light suddenly burst out. This golden black light gushed out, almost in a thousandth of an instant, directly teleported over and wrapped the whole body of the underworld monk in.

Around the golden black light, layers of air waves kept rolling, and then rolled backwards backwards, like a circle of waves stimulated out in the water lake.

Then, Luo Zhen saw the black cloud that was originally still in mid-air suddenly flutter.

The other two underworld monks also escaped from the black cloud. The two joined hands and directly took back the golden black light.

The light of the golden black converges, and the underworld monk who was seriously injured by Luo Zhen and almost died also fell into the dark clouds at this moment.

The injured underworld monk raised his hand and pulled off the black scarf on his face. He saw a long scar, extending from his forehead to his chin, like a centipede attached to his face, which was very ferocious and terrible. The scar-faced monk turned his head and spit out a mouthful of blood phlegm, and looked at Luo Zhen fiercely. In his eyes, There was endless fierceness, but from the layers of black death on his face, it can be seen that he no longer has the ability to compete.

The scar-faced underworld monk said coldly to the two underworld monks beside him, "You must kill this boy and avenge me!"

One of the monks in the underworld snorted coldly and said, "Ba Laoer, haven't you always been one of the best among our underworlds? Why can't you even find a monk in this small cultivation world? If it hadn't been for our rescue, I'm afraid you would have died. It seems that your strength has regressed a lot over the years.

The scar-faced underworld monk's face was blue and white, and he did not refute it. He knew that what the underworld monk said was the truth. Although he did not understand that even a perfect monk in the later stage of the transformation of the god, he could kill him like an ant to death, but the boy in front of him had obviously not reached the cultivation of the transformation period. Why? How can it emit such a terrible attack power!

"Let's be careful. I don't think this boy is easy to get along with." At this moment, another underworld monk spoke.

Cheng Hefei is the person who just came out to humiliate the scar-face underworld monk Ba Laoer. He seemed to be very afraid of another underworld monk. When he heard him speak, he no longer mocking Ba Laoer coldly. He just nodded and said, "Don't worry, Master Ding Tan. Naturally, I won't be as arrogant and reckless as some people.

Luo Zhen's blow was destroyed by two underworld monks named Cheng Hefei and Ding Tanzhu. He could not kill Ba Laoer. At the moment, the figure was vertical, and the formula in his hand was changed. A purple light emerged from the palm of his hand, and then he reached out to take a picture, and the purple sword returned to his hand.

"Ky, you sign up now. I'm Chengfei's subordinate, an immortal nameless ghost!"

Luo Zhen's eyes condensed and said coldly, "Just because of you, you are far from worthy to know my name."

Who is Luo Zhen? He now knows that these three monks of the underworld are all people in the underworld. The altar owner of Ding should also be the altar owner of a division of the underworld. However, he still does not understand why these disciples of the underworld are difficult for Ye Mengyu.

And Luo Zhen is naturally not afraid of these Mingmen. You know, Luo Zhen dares to be alone and break into the general altar of Mingmen alone, and also fights with Zhou Hongyue, the master of Mingmen, and defeated them.

If Luo Zhen tries his best to deal with these Mingmen monks, it is also a very easy thing. But now, he doesn't want to kill them all directly. He wants to get the latest news from these Mingmen monks. Now in the Beiming Tianyuan, especially the battle between Tianyuan Pavilion and Mingmen, is on the verge of breaking out. He must know what the Mingmen has planned. Only when the battle officially broke out, it would not be in a hurry.

Knowing the other is also the most important link to win.

"Say, you Mingmen monks, why did you take action against her?" Luo Zhen pointed to the direction where Ye Mengyu was and said coldly.

The owner of Ding Tan said, "Since you have guessed our origin, we will not hide anything from you." After saying that, he reached out and pulled off the masked black scarf on his face, but it was a young face. Compared with the scar-faced monk, this face was much more beautiful, and it could even be said to be handsome.

And another monk in the underworld became a match. Seeing that Ding Tanzhu pulled off the scarf, he hesitated for a moment and moved his finger slightly, but I don't know why he didn't pull off his masked black scarf.

"That woman is very important to us Pluto. She has something in her hand, and our Pluto is bound to get it. I think you'd better not interfere. Hand over the woman to us, and we will turn around and leave, and we won't care about your previous offense.

Luo Zhen smiled and said, "Just a few of you, do you still want to rob people from me? Straight is life or death. Well, since you don't want to say the plan of the underworld, I have to kill two of you first and set an example. Luo Zhen said directly that he wanted to kill the two people. Obviously, it meant to leave only one alive to ask questions. And it is unconcealed that killing two people is to kill chickens and monkeys. This kind of arrogant look is indescribable domineering.