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The first thousand one hundred and eighty-two chapters

The sound was slow, but it exploded like thunder in Du Teng and Zhou Shao's minds!

This sound is so familiar!

Could it be...

Du Teng and Zhou Shao, who had already closed their eyes and were about to die, opened their eyes in unison and looked at the source of the sound.

I saw a void rippling not far away, and then a young man in tight black appeared.

Judging from the appearance, the man was not old, only in his early twenties. He was wearing an ordinary black suit, his long black hair was tied into a high ponytail, his face was a bit ordinary and elegant.

After seeing the young man's face, Du Teng and Zhou Shao became excited in an instant.

Du Teng was trembling all over excitedly, and his old face, which had always been Gu Jing Wubo, turned red. This was because he was too excited and caused the blood to surge.

Zhou Shaoze was excited and said, "Luo Zhen? Is it you, Fellow Daoist Luo?"

"It's me," Luo Zhen nodded and chuckled, "Two fellow Taoists, it's been a long time since we met."

"Long time no see, long time no see..." Zhou Shao replied subconsciously, his hands trembling and he didn't know where to put them.

Du Teng took a step forward and asked, "Fellow Daoist Luo, why are you here? It's such a coincidence, we..."

"Hey! Are you too unfair to take me seriously?" Before Du Teng finished speaking, he was interrupted by the powerful man from the Little Holy Realm.

As soon as these words came out, Du Teng and Zhou Shao immediately calmed down a lot.

Now is not the time to reminisce about the past, and the enemy is still in front of you!

"Are you here to save them?" The powerful man from the Little Holy Realm turned his head, looked up and down at Luo Zhen, and then smiled, "I thought he was a powerful guy. He turned out to be just a little Holy throne-level junior."

"I can destroy such weak strength with one hand!"

Luo Zhen's demon soul was injured and fell to a great realm, falling from the seventh level of the small Saint-level seventh level to the current Saint-level seventh level.

If we only look at the realm, Luo Zhen is indeed ordinary.

"Boy, you, like a bear, are not a person from the Holy Land of Killing. Get out, I don't want to pay attention to a rat like you." The little holy-level strong man waved his hand casually, his attitude was extremely arrogant and he did not take Luo Zhen seriously at all.

"Oh? I'm a rat?" Luo Zhen became interested and sneered, "These two are my friends. What if I insist on saving them?"

As soon as these words came out, the little saint-level strong man was stunned at first, and then laughed out loud.

In addition to this little saint-level person, there were seven or eight Saint-level powerful people around him. When they heard this, they couldn't stop laughing, as if they had heard something huge.

"I heard it right? This kid actually wants to go against Lord Yang? Lord Yang is a strong man in the third level of the little holy level. This kid is only at the seventh level of the Holy See. He didn't take the wrong medicine, right?"

"No matter what crazy he is, Lord Yang can kill him with one hand!"

“That’s it.”

"In fact, it doesn't take Lord Yang to take action. We are all at the Holy See level. We can knock this kid to ashes with one move."

The others laughed and discussed enthusiastically, and looked down on Luo Zhen in their words.

Even Du Teng and Zhou Shao became nervous.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, we have heard of your reputation. After all, there are a large number of true dragon geniuses and almost everywhere. Now the entire spiritual world knows that you are a super evil genius," Du Teng said sincerely.

"However, this only represents your cultivation talent. You are still relatively weak now and are far from being an opponent of the little holy-level strongman."

"If you really want to save us, leave here quickly and report to the holy land of killing thirty thousand miles away. If you can call the strong, you may be able to save us."

"No," Zhou Shao also said quickly, "Your future achievements are limitless, and there is really no need to put yourself in to save us."

Luo Zhen shook his head with a smile.

Although his realm has fallen, he has many methods and can still be easily defeated by a powerful man of the third level of the small Saint-level Heaven.

As for the remaining horoscope-level cultivators, Luo Zhen didn't take them seriously at all!

Speaking of which, the True Dragon Genre List can only show the rankings, and then the rankings can be used to infer the strength of those who are on the list. However, the True Dragon Genre List has not shown that Luo Zhen once practiced to the Little Saint level.

In addition, Du Teng and Zhou Shao naturally didn't know Luo Zhen's specific combat power.

"You retreat and leave it to me." Luo Zhen flashed, came to Du Teng and Zhou Shao, and said softly.

Seeing that Luo Zhen did not hide or avoid, and was also ready to fight against the little Saint-level powerful man, Du Teng and Zhou Shao were immediately anxious.

That's a little holy-level powerhouse!

Moreover, in addition to this little holy-level strongman, there are several holy-level cultivators around, and each one is not an easy person. Could it be that Luo Zhen's attitude is to fight against the crowd and repel all the opponents?

How is this possible!

Although Luo Zhen’s cultivation talent is surprisingly high and his skills are powerful, it is impossible to defeat so many opponents with one person’s strength!

Du Teng and Zhou Shao were in a hurry and were about to continue to advise Luo Zhen, but the people on the other side were angry.

"This little bastard actually took the initiative to seek death. Haha, I really don't know who gave him the courage." The little holy-level strong man sneered, then turned his head to say to his subordinates,

"This kid is at the Holy See level and is not worth my action. You guys come together and kill this kid on the spot."

"yes!"

"Okay!"

"Mr. Yang, please take a look!"

The remaining group of holy throne-level cultivators stood up ready to go, pulled out swords and other weapons one by one, and began to use their martial arts.

Seeing this, Du Teng and Zhou Shao suddenly became nervous.

Can Luo Zhen block so many Saint-level practitioners take action together?

He won't be knocked into a scum in an instant!

Amid Du Teng and Zhou Shao's nervous eyes, Luo Zhen, who was also at the Holy See, was moved.

When he opened his mouth and squirted, Luo Zhen sprayed out a divine water that emitted three-colored spiritual light. This was one of his natal magical powers, the three-light divine water!

The three lights of divine waters are combined to heal the sacred medicine, but if they are dispersed, each one is a horrifying killing weapon!

really.

After the three lights of divine water gushed out of Luo Zhen's mouth, it immediately turned into three types of divine waters, namely golden, silver and purple. The three types of divine waters were extremely numerous and did not interfere with each other, and they rolled away angrily towards those holy-level practitioners.

The next moment.

"Ahhhh!"

"What weird thing is this?"

"My soul is actually melting. Lord Yang saves me, save me..."

Covered by the three kinds of divine waters, various screams suddenly sounded on the opposite side, and the sounds continued to be very short, and almost stopped moving as soon as they rang.

Three seconds later.

The group of Holy See powerhouses on the opposite side all lost their breath, and some of their souls were melted and turned into a corpse shell.

Some spiritual consciousnesses were erased and turned into a walking zombie.

Some simply disappeared without a trace.

Du Teng and Zhou Shao were shocked to see it. The two of them widened their eyes and could not believe what they saw in front of them.

The little holy-level strong man also looked horrified, and there was still a deep sense of doubt in his horror.

At this moment, a big question mark appeared in their hearts, that is, is that this is over?

In such a short time, the battle ended?

The seven or eight Holy See masters only let out a few screams, and they were all dead in such a miserable way?

Is it so incredible?

Luo Zhen ignored their shock and opened his mouth and sucked back all three kinds of divine waters and swallowed them into his abdomen.

After all the meaning was so smacked his lips, Luo Zhen looked at the little saint-level strong man with a smile on his face, and chuckled, "Your subordinates are all dead. Now, it's your turn."
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