Chapter 16 long nan xian tang

About 80 kilometers southeast of Pingfeng City.

Luo Han quietly floated in the air and looked at the huge town and the ant-like crowd under his feet. This is the last tribe among the six major tribes of fairies and barbarians in the gorge area, the Yuanjiang people.

After killing the 80,000 people in this tribe, even if the immortal barbarians are completely finished, even if the 100,000 immortal barbarians besieging the bottle wind city can escape part of it, but without women and children, these mortals in the alien world can no longer reproduce. In a sense, these six tribes have perished.

"I didn't expect that I would become a genocidal gangster. I killed hundreds of thousands of creatures. I'm afraid the hegemony of the black hall is nothing more than that."

Luo Han laughed at himself, and then his face was cold. Although there are millions of human beings on earth in the gorge border area, more than ten times more than these barbarians, the combat effectiveness of the barbarians is not what the earthlings can compete with at present. If these barbarians and tribes do not die, the original earthlings in the gor border area will probably slowly die out. Maybe in the future, the soldiers of Bottlewind City can grow up and only enslave these barbarians without killing them, but now they don't have this ability, so there is only one way to slaughter the city.

Luo Han's eyes flashed, intending to fall into the city and start the final killing.

Suddenly, ten colorful lights crossed from the far north and arrived near Luo Han in a blink of an eye. Luo Han's heart was shocked. Who would have expected that so many senior monks would pass by here, and it was too late to avoid it.

"Oh, where are you a monk? Why are you floating on the top of a mortal town?"

A majestic old man suddenly appeared in front of Luo Han and asked majestically.

Luo Han's eyes flashed and he had seen the white cloud mark on the old man's cuffs. This is the monk of the White Hall. The old man's cultivation seems to have reached the Dan period. It seems that he should be the master of the White Hall in the gorge.

Luo Han didn't have time to think about it. He stretched out his hand and took out the token of the White Hall: "I want to see my uncle. The disciple is a monk of the White Hall in Bottle Wind City and temporarily holds the position of consular.

The white pavilion token taken out by Luo Han was the token he obtained in the white pavilion of Bingfeng City when the beast tide came. He knew that due to the addition of Lingshu Mountain, the white pavilion of the gorge border city had a very loose management of the surrounding satellite cities, so it was estimated that the monk in front of him would not carefully check his identity.

Sure enough, the old man suddenly said, "Oh, it turned out to be the bottlewind city. On the way here, I saw that the mortals in the bottlewind city were at war. Are you entrusted by the bottlewind city to deal with the mortal army of the human world?"

Other monks also fell behind the old man at this moment. Luo Han took a rough look. Most of these monks were in the later stage of foundation construction, and none of them were monks during the practice period.

"My uncle and ancestor, my disciples are indeed entrusted by mortals in the lower world to deal with these mortals."

Luo Han answered confidently and boldly. He knew that the White Hall of the Gorge City would not care about this matter, and if the supply of spiritual stones in the Spirit Beast Mountain was really cut off, it was also a happy thing for them.

"If you practice the ten-phase cultivation, you dare to cause trouble everywhere!" The old man snorted angrily and raised it casually, and a cold glow came to Luo Han.

The Jiedan monk took action. The ordinary Qi monk has long been scared and dumbfounded. Either he will run away with his life, or he will fight desperately. If Luo Han chooses these two ways, he will definitely die. The speed of his escape will expose the existence of the gray silk shirt. Any of the magic weapon he desperately resists is enough to make The monks present chased him to the ends of the earth with red eyes.

Fortunately, Luo Han is useless.

At the moment the old man took action, Luo Han's consciousness condensed and performed the art of "heart watching".

"Heart Look" is a divine spell in the formula of breaking the divine power of "seeing". It can help the caster see through the emotional intentions of the other party. This method has a miraculous effect in verifying lies and detecting motives.

Luo Han's "heart watching" skill unfolded, and immediately felt a peaceful, emotional peace, and no intention to kill in the opposite monk's consciousness, instead of a little curiosity and temptation. Luo Han immediately understood that the old man's move was to test his strength. He didn't know what the purpose was, but he could be sure that the power of this glow would not be too great.

Luo Han "hurriedly" to take out an ordinary shield-shaped magic weapon from the bag and blocked his chest in a hurry. As soon as his spiritual power poured into the shield, he was hit by the glow. The shield was blown up with powder. Luo Han snorted, and a mouthful of blood spewed out. He flew backwards more than ten meters. He knelt in mid-air and his face was as white as paper.

"Please forgive your sins, and the disciple will go back and resign from the task to mortals." Luo Han said loudly.

The old man saw that although Luo Han vomited blood, he was full of anger and knew that he was not seriously injured. He laughed and said, "Haha, I'm too lazy to take care what task you take on. I'm just testing your cultivation. Although I'm not very satisfied, I'm finally barely qualified. You go with me and I have something to do."

Yes! Disciple, obey!"

Luo Han secretly scolded the old man for arresting the strong man, but he did not dare to be disrespectful at all. He quickly agreed and joined the monk team behind the old man.

Luo Han noticed that other foundation monks looked at him with seven points of contempt and three points of pity, just like looking at a little ant on the road of no return. Of course, Luo Han's cleverness immediately analyzed that it was by no means a simple task to be completed by a strong man. I'm afraid he would die.

But the situation is stronger than others. Under the escort of the Jiedan monks, Luo Han had no possibility of escape at all. He had to bravely keep up with other monks. If he wanted to escape, he had to adapt to the situation.

Luo Han flew south with the old man for about 30 minutes to a huge valley nearly 200 kilometers south of Bottlewind City.

The monks of the White Hall fell to the depths of the valley, and Luo Han found that the surrounding basal monks had a look of vigilance on their faces.

Five minutes later, Luo Han fell in front of a flat open space with a group of monks. The open space is located in a deep valley with dense vegetation, covering an area of nearly 1,000 square meters. There is no grass in the open space and is incompatible with the surrounding environment.

The old man fell outside the open space, and other monks also cautiously fell behind him.

"The people of the Black House and Spirit Beast Mountain haven't come yet. Let me briefly talk about the situation."

The old man said majestically, "Who am I am? You must all know that since Uncle Sanbao appointed me as the chief curator of the gorge area, I have the obligation to seek benefits for the white monks on this side..."

Luo Han was shocked. Only then did he know that this old man was the curator of the White Museum in the Gorge Border City and wanted the curator of the Central White Museum in the Gorge Border Area to press the array in person. What is this important thing?

"Many people may also know that the open space in front of you is called the Southern Fairy Hall. This place is open every four years. There are magic weapons and elixirs given to our human world in the hall, but there is a prohibition in the hall. Only monks in the foundation and practice period can safely enter. In the human world, there are dozens of fairy gates every year. I will come here to fight for the treasures in the fairy hall..."

Listening to the curator's explanation, Luo Han gradually understood that the White Hall, the Black Hall and the Xinlin Spirit Beast Mountain had reached an agreement. Every time the entrance of the Longnan Fairy Hall was opened, each of the three parties sent ten low-level monks to seize the treasures, and the talents of the White Pavilion in the gorge City perished, and even I didn't have time to gather ten foundation-building monks, so I was arrested.

"I guess this old man is sure of winning, so he refuses to send more monks to kill him, but he didn't expect to meet me as a dead ghost on the road, which is just the best. How can a monk in my practice period be able to seize the treasure in the hands of many foundation monks and monsters. After entering the fairy hall, I can only be cannon fodder."

Luo Han secretly cursed the curator viciously in his heart, and also thought about his own countermeasures.

"If I refuse to enter the South Fairy Hall, I'm afraid that I will be killed by this old man on the spot. That'll just, I will enter it once. First, my cultivation is not much weaker than the monks in the early days of the foundation; second, the three-way melee, my cultivation is low is not easy to become the focus; third, since the major immortals in this fairy hall are greedy. Baby, it's worth taking some risks for it."

Luo Han made up his mind in an instant. Now that he had been arrested, he had to take the opportunity to enter the fairy hall.