boom!!
A group of tree root monsters that rushed over were all ignited the moment they were swept by the circular fire circle. Their flaming bodies rushed forward several steps until they fell to the ground at Chen Luo's feet.
These dead tea drinkers, like the old woman before, turned into tree bark again. Chen Luo touched several of them with his hands, but could not find any brain waves.
"You can't kill all of these tree people. As long as the tree roots are still there, they will sprout and grow again in no time."
The window next to him suddenly opened, and a young man wearing a blue headband leaned against the window and spoke to Chen Luo condescendingly.
Chen Luo looked over.
Talking inside the room can avoid being noticed by the "God". It can be seen that this person is an old resident of Wenxin Town and knows the rules here.
“Where are the roots?”
Chen Luo asked, standing on the street and speaking without hesitation, the young man upstairs was stunned for a moment. He waited for a moment, then looked at the sky in confusion.
Why is there no thunder?
There was another sound coming from the end of the street. Chen Luo and the young man turned around at the same time and found that a dense group of vultures flew in from the end of the street. These vultures were pure black in color like the previous tea drinkers, and they were all tree monsters.
"Be careful. I don't know how you avoided the gods, but the troubles in Wenxin Town are not just from the gods." The young man said and immediately closed the window.
Such a large flock of birds is enough to sweep across Wenxin Town.
The little color on his body could only last for three breaths at most against a flock of birds of this level.
“This place needs some staining.”
Chen Luo's face was calm, a spiritual river appeared around him, and a golden elixir vision surrounded his body. He patted his storage bag, took out the chessboard from it, and smashed it towards the vulture flying in front of him.
After the fourth-level magic weapon is infused with spiritual power, it will increase in size as soon as it is used!
Ten centimeters after leaving Chen Luo's palm, the chessboard had turned into a square brick more than five meters high, surrounded by a thick layer of phantom, which together were nearly eight meters.
The huge chessboard and its shadow smashed over like a mountain range.
There was a loud bang.
The vultures flying in the front were all smashed into bark under the chessboard. The force of the chessboard did not weaken at all, crushing the flock of birds flying over, rushing over violently, plowing a gully in the entire long street, and finally crashing hard into the house at the end of the street.
boom!!
The house directly opposite was instantly turned into powder.
A horrific explosion swept across the area.
The densely packed bark monsters were swept away, so that there were fewer bark monsters in the entire Wenxin Town.
The strong wind was blowing back, and it affected people even at such a long distance. The doors and windows on the entire long street were slapping against the windows frantically, and the gray-black aura gathered into wind blades, washing the entire street. A large number of windows and door panels were blown away by the strong wind. The young man who was hiding behind the window and watching quietly felt that his eyes were empty, and a strong wind swept away his door panel.
The strong attraction almost took him away, but luckily he was quick enough to hold onto the window frame.
Chen Luo stood where he was, quietly observing the changes brought about by the movement in the distance.
The sound will attract enemies.
Once they are entangled, they will be chased and killed continuously. For the people here, no matter how many colors they have, they cannot resist the immortal tree people. So in most cases, they will not make any sound. If they really have to avoid it, they will quickly flee from the place after the battle to avoid being surrounded by the subsequent tree people.
But Chen Luo didn't care. If he didn't make a bigger noise, how could he find the 'root'? According to his method of killing, even if the monsters would 'refresh', they would definitely not be able to keep up with his speed of killing monsters.
After the strong wind, a burst of orange-yellow flames emerged from the core of the explosion.
The flames bloomed like a lotus, exploding to a height of nearly ten meters, illuminating the entire town.
Color dispels darkness and attracts everyone's attention.
Chen Luo was very satisfied with the 'Spiritual River' in the late Jindan stage. This one-step leap made him more than twice as strong as the 'Spiritual Lake' in the middle stage. Ordinary Blood Pill and Red Pill cultivators, even those in the Perfect Stage, would not be his opponents. The gap between the Golden Pill and the Blood Pill and Red Pill was once again magnified.
Although they are both at the Jindan stage, they are no longer on the same level.
The further you go, the bigger the gap becomes.
“Although I’m still not as good as a Nascent Soul cultivator, I’m also halfway to a Core Formation cultivator. When facing an enemy like the Golden Light Cave Master, I can still deal with him even without using any external objects.”
Chen Luo used the strength of the Master of the Golden Light Cave for comparison.
That was the only Nascent Soul cultivator he had ever fought against.
After the flame spread to a certain extent, it gradually began to shrink, and a large amount of gray-black mist swept over, as if the painter was repairing the mistakes here. However, Chen Luo's magic power in the late stage of Jindan was very troublesome to repair. Although the orange-yellow flame had shrunk a lot, it still did not disappear, and the height remained at about seven meters.
It was as bright as a beacon, bringing light to this dark and silent town.
"Can't dye it directly? Is it different from the method Shanzha said? Could it be ink?"
Chen Luo's spiritual sense swept over the area he had burned with his spiritual fire. It did not turn orange-yellow. After the fire, the ground would return to gray-white as before. His spiritual power could not change the fundamentals. Wenxin Town had been eroded for too long. He sprayed a layer of "paint" on the surface, but it would be washed away by "rain" afterwards and restored to its original state.
On the second floor next to him, the young man whose windows and door panels were blown away by the strong wind finally fell to the ground. He turned his head and looked at the huge orange-yellow flames in the distance with a slightly dull look in his eyes.
He thought that the person below was not simple.
The person who dared to walk alone on the road and slaughter tree people openly was definitely not an ordinary person. But he didn't expect the other party to be so "not simple". This scene was a bit too exaggerated.
"Who are you?"
The young man swallowed and asked cautiously.
In his opinion, even the Seven Colors Pavilion Master cannot do this. This is no longer within the scope of human power.
"I'm looking for the 'tree roots' and now I need a guide. I think you have a unique character and are very suitable for this job."
Chen Luo's gaze fell on the young people who were watching the fun on the second floor.
This guy is the "Brother Ling" mentioned by Shanzha. His strength is stronger than Shanzha and he has mastered two colors. Chen Luo used his spiritual power to convert it. Two colors are equivalent to the middle stage of Qi Refining. The strength of five colors is equivalent to the foundation building, and seven colors are likely to be the perfect foundation building.
“It is my duty!”
Brother Ling swallowed his saliva and chose to "take the initiative to help" knowing the situation.
Under the guidance of Brother Ling, the two of them passed more than 20 corners and appeared outside Wenxin Town again. After leaving the town, the feeling of being watched from above suddenly disappeared. Standing at the entrance of the town, Chen Luo had a clearer understanding of this place.
"The tree roots are just outside the city. You can see them if you walk straight ahead. The place is not a secret. Many people in the town know about it."
Brother Ling said cautiously.
He didn't want to leave the town. Although there were dangers in Wenxin Town, it was a safe place to stay. After leaving the town, his safety could not be guaranteed. If he encountered a group of tree people, someone would die.
Although the strength displayed by Chen Luo was somewhat unexpected, Brother Ling still did not think highly of him.
"It's too dangerous to walk alone. It's easy to run into some lone tree people."
Having finally captured a strong man, how could Chen Luo let him go?
Under his 'gracious' invitation, Brother Ling gritted his teeth and walked out of the town. After leaving the town, the two colors on Brother Ling's body began to flow, constantly changing positions on his body, just like water flow.
The two walked for a while.
The town behind was getting farther and farther away, and was finally completely covered by trees.
Entering the woods again, Chen Luo clearly felt something different. He sensed a strong sense of malice from these trees.
“That’s where the tree roots are in front.”
Brother Ling, who was walking in front, spoke very softly, and he would look up at the sky every time he spoke. I don't know why, but after standing next to this person, I wouldn't be struck by lightning when I spoke.
Chen Luo's spiritual sense spread over and soon discovered the difference.
There was a low-lying area in front of them, with a huge black lake in the middle. The lake water was completely black. On the lake, there was a wooden bridge made of gray wood. The bridge extended all the way to the center of the lake, where there was a gray wooden house.
An old man in black clothes and white hair was fishing over there.
This person was also wearing only black and white, but the strange thing was that the fishing rod in his hand was emerald green.
“Where are the roots?”
Chen Luo took Ling Ge to the lake, stood on the edge of the sunken lake, and took in the environment of the lake from a high vantage point.
"That old man is it."
Brother Ling pointed at the old man fishing. Chen Luo's spiritual sense covered the old man and found that the "ink" aura on this old man was indeed stronger than that of other tree people. Regardless of whether he was a real tree root or not, one thing was certain.
Kill this old man and he'll get a lot of ink.
Since I have decided to dye this place, ink is essential.
"Back off."
Chen Luo took a step forward, and Brother Ling next to him hid aside very tactfully. Chen Luo walked forward step by step as if he were walking on flat ground, and a sunken lake pit appeared under his feet.
After floating in the air, the feeling of being watched appeared again, and this time it was stronger than the previous times.
Just as the mummy's brain judged, if you float in the air, you will be targeted.
Fortunately, his spiritual power still enveloped his entire body, and the line of sight in the sky could not accurately lock onto his position.
It is impossible to see every detail of the little man in the painting until he jumps out of the paper.
"Jindan cultivator! Are the people above crazy? They even let this kind of person in. Do they think this painting has been preserved for too long?!"
The old man who was fishing raised his head and looked at Chen Luo in mid-air. His expression became very ugly and he cursed inwardly. Then he took out a jet-black carp from the fish basket and threw it into the lake.
Then he stood up, grabbed the fishing rod, and swung it lightly towards the lake. The fishing line passed through the void, creating a sound of wind, and the black lake water around the cabin began to slowly rotate.
Under the control of the fishing line, the whirlpool expanded step by step and finally affected the entire Ink Lake.
A circle of inky black water curtain rose up out of thin air, protecting the old man and the wooden house in the middle.
In mid-air, Chen Luo spread out his palms.
A strange theater appeared in his palm. This thing was exactly the fourth-level magic weapon that Chen Luo had picked up in the area where the Inn of This Life was located - the theater.
As soon as the fourth-level magic weapon appeared, the old man fishing below changed his expression immediately.
"etc!!"
A Jindan cultivator plus a fourth-tier magical weapon were beyond his capabilities.
Chen Luo was not going to listen to his nonsense. After summoning the theater, he threw it downwards.
The theater is opposite the cabin.
He thought it was reasonable.
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