With that said, Anlong, the treasure-hunting madman, was about to step back.
Zhuo Yifan grabbed him: "Let's deal with the army outside first. Without their interference, everyone can hunt for treasures without worrying about anyone causing trouble. Wouldn't it be better?"
Anlong nodded and sneered: "I was too impatient. I lost my mind as soon as I heard about the baby."
Hua Bai said disdainfully: "You're only good at this. You can't find a few artifacts anymore. If you encounter an innate source treasure, wouldn't you go crazy?"
Anlong said: "You think the divine weapon is Chinese cabbage. We monks will be lucky to get one in our lifetime."
Gray Bai's eyes narrowed, and he said meaningfully: "Unfortunately, this is a battle space, and the artifacts produced may not be suitable for your temperament."
"What is temperament?" Anlong shouted: "I am a very casual person. I am versatile. All kinds of artifacts are very suitable for me."
Zhuo Yifan smiled and said: "Brother An, the artifact has self-awareness and will choose its own owner. It will depend on fate when the time comes. There is no point in forcing it."
"That's true. I'm so beautiful, I'm so talented, and my divine weapon will definitely fall in love with me." Anlong said narcissistically.
More than 50,000 people flew out of the hall and came outside. It could be said that artillery fire was raging in the distance.
Huge energy artillery fire bombarded them, and the entire sky was burned red, showing some strange blood-red scenes.
Ouyang Qingzhi pointed to a hundred miles ahead and said: "Our last line of defense is established there, and it seems that it won't last long."
Zhuo Yifan's eyes narrowed and he said: "They are actually using war magic weapons. These natives don't look simple."
"It's not simple. It's a coalition led by a super sect with tens of thousands of years of heritage and uniting all the sects in the eastern continent." Ouyang Qingzhi answered.
Zhuo Yifan was stunned: "So, we are intruders."
"Does this matter? Here, when there are no external enemies, they themselves are fighting endlessly. Now they just have a common enemy." Ouyang Qingzhi said: "Yifan, I know you are a kind person.
, but I can responsibly tell you that none of the monks on this continent are good."
She hesitated for a moment and then said: "They all practice [Killing Art]. Each master has his own territory. Ordinary humans are just tools for their cultivation, not even as good as pigs and dogs."
Zhuo Yifan's expression changed in shock: "[Killing Technique]? It's the secret of killing? This is very suitable for this world, after all, the murderous aura is so strong."
"So, if they can cultivate to the Mahayana stage or the True Demon stage, can you imagine how many people they have killed?" A hint of coldness flashed in Ouyang Qingzhi's eyes: "When I first came here, I used to watch them go from city to city.
The people in the city were purged, and their blood flowed like a river, and they called it a harvest. They left the babies behind, saying that after a few decades, they could harvest the second batch."
"Damn it, trampling on life like this is a crime worthy of death." Zhuo Yifan was furious and said sternly: "It seems that the God of War Xingtian set up this world just to make them become the most ferocious enemies and test them for outsiders.
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Fang Xingyun leaped forward: "Sect Master, I'll go meet them first."
Zhuo Yifan looked at Zhuo Zhan: "You go too, let's show them how powerful we are first."
Zhuo Zhan nodded, his body blurred on the spot, and the next moment, an afterimage appeared a hundred miles away.
"It's amazing to be able to combine the power of the ancient origin with the power of this world!"
Zhuo Yifan looked at Zhuo Zhan's back, thoughtfully.