Return from the second dimension

Standing on the roof, Tang Zhen looked at the dozen men and women monks in front of him, guessing the origin of each other.

They may be Loucheng monks, or they may be indigenous monks. The specific origins cannot be determined for the time being.

Tang Zhen needs more information to draw accurate conclusions.

It was just the sudden appearance of this group of monks that made Tang Zhen feel very uncomfortable, as if the benefits of getting it were cut off.

Because it was only one step away, his arrangement was about to start, and the greatest benefit of the ghost town would be obtained.

The appearance of these monks made Tang Zhen have to give up his actions, feeling as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly.

Of course, Tang Zhen is very clear that this is not his own territory, anything can happen.

What's more, his cultivation base is sealed, and now he must learn to compromise temporarily, and then react accordingly.

If the opponent is hostile, then the next situation will be very dangerous, and a little carelessness may be eliminated.

At this time, Tang Zhen had a feeling that these originally insignificant indigenous monks were enough to eliminate many originally powerful monks in the Loucheng.

Even if you feel helpless, there is no way. After all, there are too many things in this competition, and luck is also one of them.

When Tang Zhen was observing the other party, the men and women on the opposite side were also looking at him, and it could be seen that their expressions were very unkind, and there were even strong hostility and vigilance.

"Where are you from? Why do you appear sneaky in this ghost city?"

The leading female monk asked in a cold voice, with an aggressive tone. Tang Zhen had originally stood upright in the City Lord's Mansion, and let her not say that she had become unruly.

Tang Zhen looked at the opponent blankly, he observed the opponent once, and found no trace of the monk in Loucheng.

So in all likelihood, these are indigenous monks.

However, out of cautious consideration, Tang Zhen still made a gesture that only the Loucheng monk could understand.

The other party didn't respond, but frowned and showed a surprised look, not understanding what Tang Zhen's gesture meant.

Tang Zhen sighed when he saw it. It seemed that the other party was indeed not a monk in Loucheng, but an indigenous monk in this world.

This made Tang Zhen feel uncomfortable. Could it be that he is the only monk in this area?

But at this moment, Tang Zhen didn't have time to pay attention to other things, but to ensure that he would not be killed by the corpse monster and the indigenous monk.

Looking at the eyes of these indigenous monks, they knew that they didn't regard Tang Zhen as a good person, and might attack at any time.

Tang Zhen decided to stabilize the opponent first, so he said loudly, "It doesn't matter who I am, but our purpose should all be the same, which is to destroy this ghost city and let the indomitable residents get free!"

When Tang Zhen spoke, he looked upright and awe-inspiring.

Hearing Tang Zhen's answer, the men and women on the opposite side were taken aback, as if the answer was different from what he had imagined.

"Nonsense, I think you just want to collect death energy here, and then practice evil arts!"

The female monk with long slender eyes drank it again, with indescribable disgust in her tone, as if Tang Zhen in front of her was a demon.

In the eyes of other monks, the same is true, thinking that Tang Zhen's ghost talk

"Interesting, why are you so sure?"

Tang Zhen looked at the other party and asked in a light tone.

"There is no identification mark on your body, indicating that you are not a member of any sect, so you are either a casual cultivator or an evil spirit!

However, in my opinion, your eight achievements are outside the evil spirits, otherwise how could you appear in the evil gathering place in the middle of this ghost city!"

The female monk continued, looking through Tang Zhen's tricks, her eyes full of contempt.

When Tang Zhen heard the words, he sneered: "It's definitely not the first time that the dirty guys are so skillful in putting hats on him. I don't know how many people have been framed?

Saying I'm not a good person, I don't think you are much better, otherwise, how could you let the previous caravan enter the city and watch hundreds of people lose their lives!"

Tang Zhen discovered the existence of these monks when he left the inn, but at that time he just pretended not to see them.

There are many people on the other side, but Tang Zhen is alone, which is really not suitable for multiple incidents.

However, it didn't take long for the two parties to meet again in the City Lord's Mansion. Obviously, the other party also knew that there was a problem.

Hearing Tang Zhen's questioning, a flash of disdain flashed in the eyes of those monks, who obviously didn't care about the lives of hundreds of mortals.

But what if the ants whose lives are as cheap as grass, die some, in case the grass starts to shock the snake, it is really the gain more than the loss.

Even in their hearts, they secretly laughed at Tang Zhen for asking such a stupid question.

What kind of person Tang Zhen is. You can know their thoughts by looking at the reaction of the other party, and there is a cold flash in his eyes.

As the master of the war zone, there are countless lives that died directly or indirectly because of him.

But even so, he still maintained awe of life, and he would definitely not speak hypocritical morality like these monks before him, and then stepped on the poor ant.

Of course, he would not be angry because of this, but felt that these monks were going to cause trouble for himself, so he secretly murdered.

"Go ahead, what do you want to do?"

Thinking of this, Tang Zhen stopped talking nonsense, and asked the female monk on the opposite side coldly.

"What are you doing, everyone outside the evil spirits can kill, what do you say we want to do!"

The female monk on the opposite side gave a cold snort, waved her hand fiercely to give orders, and then saw her companion leap like flying, surrounding Tang Zhen.

The long sword on the body is out of the sheath, and the intention is naturally unnecessary to say.

Tang Zhen was surrounded by the center, but his face remained unchanged, but he slowly pulled out the purple long sword.

Although his strength was sealed, but with the creator's combat experience and special methods, he may not be afraid of these dozen or so indigenous monks.

Really unable to fight, Tang Zhen also had a way to escape successfully.

The female monk's gaze fell on the purple long sword, a trace of greed flashed under her eyes, and she had clearly seen that it was a magic weapon.

Perhaps she shook her hand at Tang because of this purple long sword, trying to take it as her own.

The atmosphere becomes more tense, and the next moment it will fight.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a sound suddenly rang from the roof in the distance, breaking the tense atmosphere.

"Brother, do you want us to help?"

The language used by the other party was the lingua franca of Loucheng monks, and only Loucheng monks could understand it.

When he heard these words, Tang Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that there was no problem with the transmission this time.

Not only did he teleport it, but the other cultivators from the Loucheng had also arrived, but those guys were very calm, until they jumped out.

"Despicable and shameless, it turns out that you still have accomplices, you are really outside the evil spirits, one by one is extremely sinister!"

The female monk snorted coldly at Tang Zhen, her eyes flashed with contempt, but her heart became tense, constantly looking at the surrounding environment.

The enemy is in the dark, they are in the light, and the situation seems very dangerous.

Her companion is also looking around, his face full of nervousness, for fear of being attacked from behind.

When the previous number of people was dominant, their faces were full of triumph, and they looked at Tang Zhen like a lamb to be slaughtered.

At this moment, when he found the praying mantis behind, he immediately became trembling and panicked.

Soon they discovered that a number of figures appeared on the buildings not far away, and they continued to gather towards their location.

Although it is dark to see clearly, but a rough estimate, there must be at least a hundred people.

Farther away, there were more figures. They were standing on the ridge of the house, coldly looking at the location of the City Lord's Mansion.