Alarms sounded throughout the entire Chilin Tower City, shrill and harsh!
After hearing the alarm, the remaining monks in Loucheng all put down their work, picked up their swords and charged towards Tang Zhen's location without hesitation.
Looking at the dense crowd of monks rushing towards him, Tang Zhen felt his scalp numb.
But since you have already reached this point, you have to bring some loot back, otherwise it will be a wasted trip!
After thinking of this, Tang Zhen began to throw bombs around, and violent explosions continued to sound.
The entire building city immediately fell into chaos, with flying dust, monks' wailing, and all kinds of curses everywhere.
Tang Zhen rushed while killing, moving towards the location of the treasure room he sensed.
Two lord-level monks suddenly appeared. They blocked Tang Zhen's path and rushed forward with magic weapons in hand.
"So what if the lord and monk are killed? Kill them all the same!"
Tang Zhen's eyes turned red as he faced the two leading monks and killed them, killing one of them with a sword in his hand.
Seeing how powerful Tang Zhen was, the other leading monk was so frightened that he quickly retreated.
To be able to kill a lord monk so easily, the opponent's strength is unfathomable!
It's a pity that Tang Zhen didn't give him a chance to escape at all. He raised his foot and lightly kicked the magic sword that fell on the ground. The sword shot towards the opponent's back like lightning.
"puff!"
The extremely sharp magic sword pierced the lord monk's heart and was nailed to the wall.
"Hahaha, who else?"
Tang Zhen turned around and shouted like a madman, scaring the pursuers behind him into retreating.
At this moment, more than ten grenade-like objects were thrown over.
Tang Zhen waved his arms, and a wave of air pushed these objects back and landed on the heads of the pursuers.
"boom!"
A violent explosion sounded, and countless liquids sputtered out of the grenade-like object.
This viscous liquid was so overbearing that it made the walls sizzle and smoke billow.
The foreign monks who were splashed by the liquid were in great misfortune. Their clothes and armor were all burned through by the liquid, and countless bloody holes were burned into their skin and flesh.
Wails were heard everywhere, it was unspeakably miserable!
Tang Zhen was secretly stunned after seeing it. He didn't expect that this kind of strong acid bomb would be so abnormal.
This kind of bomb is a weapon obtained by the Chilin monks in the alien plane. Tang Zhen also got a lot of them, but he never had the chance to use them.
Seeing that the scene was in chaos, how could Tang Zhen miss such a good opportunity? He casually took out a large bomb and threw it towards the building passage.
After a loud noise, the passage collapsed, blocking all the pursuers behind it.
Tang Zhen turned his head and glanced, then continued to kill forward.
With swords and swords all the way, Tang Zhen finally reached the treasure room and finally saw the alien monk with the highest level of cultivation so far!
This is an old man who is quite old. He doesn’t look amazing, but from his aura, you can tell that he is a two-star lord!
"This is probably the strongest man in Chilin Tower City. It's okay, okay, he can handle it!"
Tang Zhen glanced at the old man and the three lord monks behind him, and strode over.
"My friend, I don't know why I, the Chilin Clan, have offended me. Could you please explain me?"
The old man couldn't see through Tang Zhen's cultivation, but he vaguely felt that Tang Zhen was just as powerful as him!
Although he was furious in his heart, the old man still did not dare to take action easily, he just hoped to make Tang Zhen retreat in spite of the difficulties.
If he and Tang Zhen fought, it would be easy to win, but if he failed, Lou Cheng would be in trouble.
As a seventh-level monk, he is the anchor of the city, deterring other forces with evil intentions.
The old man had scruples and did not dare to take action easily, but Tang Zhen did not feel any pressure.
He has only one purpose here, and that is to evacuate all the treasures of the Chilin Clan!
"You have indeed offended me, so as punishment, I want you to pay me all the brains in Loucheng!"
As soon as Tang Zhen said this, the expression of the old man opposite him immediately changed, and a hint of sinisterness appeared on his face.
"You have such an arrogant tone. You even hit my Loucheng treasure room's attention. I just don't know if you have that ability anymore!"
As soon as the old man finished speaking, the three lord monks behind him immediately activated their monk skills and rushed toward Tang Zhen.
"Well done!"
A layer of blue ice armor suddenly appeared on Tang Zhen's body, and a sharp ice blade two and a half meters long appeared in his hand.
Facing the offensive of the three lord monks, Tang Zhen swung out his ice blade fiercely.
Feeling the sharp aura coming towards their faces, the expressions of the four people, including the old man, changed drastically at the same time.
"This is...Three-Star Lord!"
After realizing this, the four people felt extremely bitter in their hearts!
An eighth-level monk actually came to rob him. How could they stop him?
Still want to be shameless?
As soon as the thought flashed, the sharp ice blade struck.
The alien monk who rushed forward was cut in half by the ice blade, and then the ice blade continued to slash at the bodies of the other two monks.
"Crack!"
The ice blade shattered, but a horrific wound was opened on the two men's bodies, and blood continued to spill out.
The two monks retreated in shock, and at the same time quickly controlled their muscles to seal the wound to prevent the organs from flowing out.
As soon as the two sides fought, one was killed and two were seriously injured!
The old man's expression changed sharply. After realizing that Tang Zhen's cultivation level was higher than his own, he immediately became extremely cautious.
Seeing that his three monks were defeated, the old man had no choice but to rush forward no matter how scrupulous he was.
The speed of the seventh-level monk was far beyond that of ordinary lords. The old man was in front of Tang Zhen in an instant.
"Whoa!"
Two one-foot-long demon swords appeared in the old man's hands and struck at Tang Zhen's fatal vitals.
Tang Zhen was alert, and after dodging the old man's fierce attack, he took out his purple electric dagger and struck him on the head.
The old man subconsciously raised his demon soldier's sword to block, while the other demon soldier's sword pierced Tang Zhen's chest.
"Crack!"
When the old man heard a soft sound, he felt that the power of blocking suddenly disappeared. He turned his head reflexively and looked, but he was frightened out of his wits.
The demon soldier's sword that had accompanied him for decades had been neatly cut into two pieces, and the purple electric dagger in Tang Zhen's hand continued to attack, heading straight for the old man's throat.
At this time, the edge of the dagger was less than an inch away from the old man's skin.
The weapon that can easily cut off the demon soldier's sword can definitely cut off the old man's neck with ease!
Faced with a life-and-death crisis, the old man shouted loudly and retreated a foot out of thin air to avoid the sharp blow.
But Tang Zhen's subsequent kick hit the old man's chest directly.
"Click!"
There was a crisp sound from the old man's chest, and his clothes turned into powder and fell to the ground, revealing the fiery red armor on his chest.
This guy is really afraid of death. Under his clothes, he is actually wearing a set of magic soldier breastplate!
Although relying on the magic weapon armor to offset most of the force, Tang Zhen's kick still caused the old man's internal organs to shift, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
The old man took a deep breath, suppressed the surging Qi and blood, and activated his monk skills to pounce again.
His monk's skills were very strange. Ten black lights one foot long spurted out from his fingertips, bringing with them a cold aura, and wisps of mist continued to escape.
When Tang Zhen saw this, he was not to be outdone. A purple flame shot out from his hand, which was more than one meter long.
The temperature of this purple flame is extremely high. When it appears, the surrounding air seems to be ignited, and the heat wave is overwhelming.
The remains of the beheaded monk at Tang Zhen's feet were roasted by the flames and then started to burn.
Such domineering flames shocked the remaining three people at the same time.
The old man and the two seriously injured monks looked at each other, with a trace of determination flashing in their eyes.