More than a dozen hours later.

On the huge plain, there were corpses, only a small number of alien races escaped, and the rest were all dead.

"These alien races are almost the same as those in Lingyucheng."

Caiying flew to Zhou Shu, shook her head and showed her skills, "It's too simple. I can't kill you before you even move."

"The alien races come in batches, and the types that arrive in each state are similar. They are not strong now, but when the third and fourth batches come down, it will be much more troublesome," Zhou Shu nodded thoughtfully, staring at the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, with a serious expression.

Almost every alien race was killed by the Xuanyuan Sword, which took a lot of time and effort.

He didn't know how much benefit Xuanyuan Sword had gained from these alien races, but he had a vague feeling that Xuanyuan Sword seemed to be closer to him, no longer just a cold sword like before, and vaguely had a sense of fit with him.

After killing so many alien races, you should always gain something.

If he can be fully recognized by Xuanyuan Sword, then he will take a big step forward, and what are these alien races?

"Let's go."

One man and one sword, flew westward.

Not long after, I saw the ruins of Biluo Mountain.

The ground sinks into a large pit of tens of thousands of miles, and there is no trace of green. The previous beautiful scenery is completely gone. The entire ground turns dark red. It is stained with blood from the Xiahou monks and foreigners. The walls and buildings are all charred, and there is not a single complete one. There is no vitality in it.

I really can't bear to witness it.

"Damn aliens!"

Caiying also came to the Xiahou family. At that time, there was a lot of praise, but at this moment, only angry curses were left.

"Go down and take a look."

Zhou Shu nodded slightly, flew down, turned over the broken mountain wall, and came to the depths of the Biluo Mountain.

Surprisingly, Jiange had turned into a barren square with corpses on the ground. On this square, dozens of monks who were burying their heads in their practice were sitting, each occupying one side.

When those people saw Zhou Shu, their eyes were casting over, with a lot of vigilance and even hostility.

This made Zhou Shu a little puzzled.

Zhou Shu was about to speak when a middle-aged monk stood up first, pointed at Zhou Shu, and said rudely, "Fellow Taoist, it's full, don't come."

Zhou Shu said suspiciously, "What's full?"

Another monk in Taoist robe stood up. He was tall and covered with curly beards. He looked no good, and his words were quite consistent with his characteristics.

He shouted at Zhou Shu, "Stop asking there knowingly, don't you know what's full? I tell you that the location here is full, and you don't have the share of your practice. You have to practice somewhere else! It's all ours!"

“Cultivate…”

Caiying whispered, "Speaking of this, the vitality here is really rich, it has a lot more energy than before, and there are a lot of original energy. It's really good. I'm afraid it's not as good as the Water Curtain Cave."

"It's true, it's a bit strange."

Zhou Shu said thoughtfully, "It seems that these monks regard this place as their place of cultivation."

Caiying said disdainfully, "Yeah, I think we want to steal theirs. Humph, even if it's better, who cares?"

"Don't talk to yourself, will you leave?"

The whispered Taoist who couldn't see Caiying was a little impatient, and walked over with a loud voice. He shouted loudly, "It's only so big here, I don't have your share if I say it? If you don't leave, we have to do it if we don't leave!"

"What nonsense? Just start rushing. We can't let others take away our territory!"

"Get out quickly, I don't have your share here!"

"The Tribulation Realm is amazing. There are so many Tribulation Realm here than you!"

Seeing that Zhou Shu was not moving, the other monks also stood up and stared at Zhou Shu together, with a very fierce look.

Zhou Shu looked at them and said lightly, "This place is really good, but..."

"Bullshit!"

The bearded Taoist had already approached, and a nine-ring Zen staff was pulled out from his hand. After a few jingles, it turned into a golden light and rushed towards Zhou Shu.

The power of the Yuan and Dao merged together, and the force was strong. When it came to Zhou Shu, the golden Zen Staff was dozens of feet long and short. It was smashed down with force according to Zhou Shu's face, which seemed to have taken a ruthless move.

The monk next to him said, "The Hungry True Man is going to kill someone again, he is guilty."

"He came here last month. In order to grab this position, he drove away six and killed five monks."

The real man Nu suddenly turned around and laughed out loud, "Hahahaha, who told them not to let me? Then he deserves to die! This place where vitality gathers, only those who only have virtue and those who can only live in it, that's what I mean!"

"The guy who just passed the tribulation is just irritable and does whatever he wants."

"Who made him have a good magic weapon? He has three seventh-level magic weapons. We don't have many in Beiluzhou yet."

"Anyway, it's domineering, but it's good to be domineering. With him here, we can feel at ease to enjoy the place."

The monk next to him looked at him calmly, and no one had the idea of ​​going forward to stop him, so he wanted to see Zhou Shu die.

Looking at the flying Zen Staff, Zhou Shu smiled faintly, and waved his hand, and the golden light immediately stopped.

It seemed like ice was formed, and the Zen staff was frozen in the air and did not move.

"What?"

The Nu Zhenren's face tightened and he quickly activated the magic trick, but his face turned red, and the Zen staff remained motionless.

A cold light flashed in Zhou Shu's eyes. He gently put his hand down. The Zen stick suddenly fell, but during the process of landing, it suddenly exploded and turned into countless pieces, scattered all over the ground.

"I... my magic weapon!"

Wu Zhenren glanced at the fragments on the ground, and his hair suddenly stood up, but he just stared at Zhou Shu without any movement.

He knew that he had provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked. He could defeat the seventh-level magic weapon in one sleeve. He was definitely not an ordinary tribulation cultivator, nor could he be able to fight against him. Now he was having a hard plate.

The other monks were stunned for a moment, looking at Zhou Shu with a look of shock.

The middle-aged monk saluted slowly, "Tao... Senior, who is the master of senior?"

Zhou Shu said calmly, "Don't ask me who I am, listen to me finish what I say first, how about?"

"Senior, please tell me, let me listen carefully."

The middle-aged monk nodded quickly, and the others nodded. The angry real man was no longer angry and bowed, "Senior, don't blame me, you are being reckless. You can say whatever you want to say, just say."

Zhou Shu said slowly, "Isn't this Xiahou's family? When will it become yours?"

"this……"

The middle-aged monk hesitated for a while and whispered, "Aren't the Xiahou family destroyed by a foreign race? Then there is no master? Isn't it a waste to lose such good energy? Isn't it a waste? Isn't it a waste for me to watch it, so I'll practice here."

"Yes, the alien race destroyed the fellows and left the spiritual veins, and then you will occupy them."

Zhou Shu shook his head slightly, "Is this considered taking advantage of the situation to rob? This is even worse than taking advantage of the situation to rob. The Xiahou family has paid everything for the immortal cultivation world. Countless children have died for it, and Biluoshan has been destroyed. But what about their consequences? The corpses are exposed to the sun on the ground, and you have occupied their spiritual veins and are still practicing on their corpses."

"What are you cultivators?"
Chapter completed!