Return from the second dimension

In addition to a large number of Loucheng monks in the square, there are also many indigenous monks who guard the periphery to assist in the attack.

Their task is to provide assistance, but they rarely have the opportunity to hunt monsters. Obviously, this benefit is not eligible.

Looking at the appearance of the native monks, I know that it is obviously the first time I have experienced this kind of scene, so my face is full of tension and excitement.

Although the battle was fierce, it was actually under the control of the cultivators of Loucheng, neither the pseudo-devil nor the monster could rush out of the square.

As long as the Loucheng monk guards here and keeps hunting down, his level will increase rapidly.

It sounds good, but in fact there is no such good thing.

Neither the pseudo-devil god nor the monsters gushing out of the portal can appear unlimited.

In addition, among these cultivators, there are more than twenty cultivators hanging in the air, possessing at least the strength of a lord.

If Tang Zhen fights against the opponent, it means that the tiger has entered the wolf pack and is likely to be eliminated directly.

In terms of the number of senior monks, it surpassed Tianxu City again.

Tang Zhen was not in a hurry, but continued to observe in the dark, quietly appreciating the good show.

Looking at the mobilization arrangements around the square, you know that this battle did not happen suddenly, but was planned well, so the combatants did not show any panic.

After a period of fighting, the pseudo-devil god has become weaker and weaker, and its constantly flashing body indicates that it is about to enter a state of collapse.

As if unwilling to fall, the pseudo-devil kept roaring and waving the huge scepter.

In order to protect the false demons, the number of portals was doubled, and countless monsters emerged.

The battle has once again become fierce, and the monks in Loucheng fought inextricably with the swarming monsters. The two dozen monks in the square entangled the pseudo-devil gods like poisonous bees.

Tang Zhen watched intently. These are the true elites of Mufengcheng. If they can take the opportunity to kill them all, they will inevitably cause a severe blow to the enemy.

This thought only passed by in a flash, but was immediately denied by Tang Zhen. He knew that the fate of doing so was almost equivalent to throwing himself into the net.

Even if these cultivators could be killed, Tang Zhen didn't want to leave the ruins, but was chased to death by angry cultivators.

What about the strength of the king? It depends on the false devil if you don't believe it, and it's not just as hard to be consumed!

With the unwilling roar of the pseudo-devil, the huge body suddenly collapsed, turning into a trace of energy and flying in all directions.

Anyone who participated in the battle and caused harm to the false demon gods all received corresponding rewards.

With the disappearance of the pseudo-devil, the monsters emerging from the teleportation array disappeared at the same time.

Those kneeling and praying figures in the middle of the square seemed to fall apart and fell to the ground and never got up.

The fierce battle came to an abrupt end, but a series of explosions followed, and a giant statue in the center of the square was torn apart.

Without the consciousness of the divine fetus, this idol was completely abolished, becoming more crispy than the soil.

The monks from Loucheng who had previously participated in the battle began to evacuate one after another, returning to all corners of the ruins.

Those elite monks who flew in the air earlier also flew to different areas, leaving only a few monks to clean the battlefield.

Tang Zhen didn't understand, there were obviously a bunch of idols on the square, why didn't he continue to attack?

Obviously there are restrictions here, otherwise, with the acting style of the Loucheng monks, all the pseudo-devil gods will inevitably be killed!

Sweeping his eyes on the deserted square, Tang Zhen also turned around and traced the monks who had left.

In the face of a large group of cultivators in the tower city, Tang Zhen really couldn't beat him, but if it were one-on-one, no one in the ruins would be his opponent.

Now that he came to the ruins, how could Tang Zhen return empty-handed!

Slowly advancing along the roadway, the broken buildings are covered with moss, and rotting bones can be seen everywhere.

I don't know what happened here, but it must have been a disaster, otherwise a city with such a strong defense would never become so miserable.

As Tang Zhen looked around, a black whirlpool suddenly appeared in front of him, and a group of hideous monsters swarmed out.

Before Tang Zhen could make a move, bows and arrows flew from behind and fell among the monsters.

A rush of footsteps sounded, and dozens of monks hurried over, fighting with the monster without hesitation.

"Which team do you belong to and why are you wandering around the streets?"

The leader of the Loucheng monk stared at Tang Zhen and asked in a cold voice, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Aboriginal monks rarely act alone, even if they fall behind by accident, they will quickly join other teams.

Tang Zhen's performance at this time was completely different from those of the indigenous monks, and there was no panic at all.

This abnormal performance made the Loucheng monk who led the team suspicious, so he asked.

Tang Zhen glanced at the other person, but did not answer the question. Instead, he looked over his head and looked at the tall building not far away.

Inside that building, weird shadows flashed constantly, which was obviously the nest of monsters.

"presumptuous!"

Upon seeing this, the Loucheng monk immediately gave a cold snort, feeling a loss of face.

An aboriginal monk dared to ignore him, and he did not know how to live or die.

Just before the anger erupted, I saw the opposite "indigenous monk" rise from the ground, and flew straight to the opposite building.

"This……"

The complexion of the monk in that tower city changed drastically, and he realized in an instant that the native monk just now definitely had a big problem.

Just as this thought came up, a loud noise suddenly came from the building opposite, and then a figure flew out.

The monk in Loucheng knew each other, was an elite powerhouse in the fourth theater, and was quite respected in Mufeng City.

There are a total of more than twenty of them, coming from the fourth war zone, and they are far ahead in strength, and they are the leaders of all the monks in the Loucheng.

Regardless of his own abilities, or his status as a strong man in the Fourth War Zone, he has an extraordinary respect in his heart.

It was such a strong man, but at the moment his face was full of anger and a trace of panic.

He was obviously fleeing, avoiding the enemy's pursuit.

"Who the hell is it... that native monk!"

When this thought came up, another figure flew out of the building, and a purple long sword swept out.

The monk in the front of the Loucheng dodged in no hurry, the body hit by the sword light split into two, his unwilling face turned into white light and disappeared.

With just one sword, an elite monk in the Fourth War Zone was beheaded!

The sword glow remained unresolved, and the surrounding buildings were chopped up, and the rubble fell continuously to the ground.

But in a very short time, the battle was over, and the monks on the street were dumbfounded.

They looked at the enemy who was floating in the air. They were clearly the young monks they saw on the street just now, but they didn't want to be so terrible.

As for the Loucheng monk who questioned Tang Zhen, he was already shaking all over at this moment, and he didn't realize that something major had happened.

Enemies of unknown origin have entered the ruins and are slaying their own high-level elites.

"It must be alerted immediately, let everyone know about this, and then work together to kill it!"

Thinking of this, the monk in Loucheng turned around and fled without hesitation, ignoring the aboriginal monks who were at a loss.

It's just that as soon as he took his steps, he felt his body lost control, and then he was enveloped by white light.

"I still want to run in front of me, do you think you are running?"

Tang Zhen said coldly, glanced at the trembling native monk, and disappeared in an instant.