My Heaven-Defying Spirit

Looking at Xuan Mingzi who was standing not far away and had no intention of attacking, the gloomy old man had an extremely unpleasant expression on his face.

"Damn old immortal, since you're here and you don't want to get along with me, then what do you think of yourself?"

When the gloomy old man turned his gaze to the other eleven people, he saw that they were retreating and had no intention of helping.

"You bunch of bastards, where is the alliance you agreed on? I'm in trouble now, and no one is here to help me."

The gloomy old man cursed loudly, because the puppet was destroyed, his face was extremely embarrassed. The puppet seemed to have some kind of connection with him. If the puppet was injured, he would also be hurt.

Facing the group of people who retreated, the gloomy old man showed an ugly look on his face, but the most important thing at the moment was how to resist Luo Bingcheng, who suddenly became stronger.

After repelling the gloomy old man, Luo Bingcheng did not pursue the victory, but quickly moved to the side. Luo Hong, whose body was shaky in the air and slowly falling,

"Young Master, Young Master, wake up!"

He poured his spiritual power into Luo Hong's body, quickly repairing it. It was only after a long while that Luo Hong finally opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Uncle Luo, am I dead?"

Luo Hong was not very old to begin with. At the critical moment of Luocheng's survival, he showed strength and talent. If he were placed in any powerful clan or sect, he would have been a genius. However, he had to face the current miserable situation.

"Young Master, you have traveled a long way with the city lord's savings over the years, why do you insist on staying in Luo City?"

At this time, Luo Bingcheng finally found it difficult to hide his tears, and tears gradually welled up in the corners of his eyes.

However, after hearing what Luo Bingchen said, Luo Hong smiled. He was seriously injured and uttered a sentence with difficulty.

"This is the land of my Luo family. Why should I leave? I promised my father that I would make Luocheng a glorious place and no one would dare to attack us. Besides, these people in front of me are slaughtering the children of my Luo family and coveting my Luo family's treasures."

At this point, Luo Hong paused, but his tone suddenly became a little angry.

"And Bufan! How can I not kill these people? Even if I escape, I will be unable to move forward in the future because of my mental illness, resulting in a mediocre life. What's the difference between this and death!"

Luo Bingcheng was silent. He had never expected that this young master, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, had such a strong character. This made him, a man who had lived for three or four hundred years, feel a little emotional.

After a while, he slowly put Luo Hong's body aside, turned his back, and faced the twelve people alone and said calmly:

"Don't worry, young master. None of these twelve people will be able to escape today. I will let them know that Luo Cheng is not easy to bully!"

"All of you come up and fight!"

Luo Bingcheng, whose strength has reached the Great Perfection of the initial stage of Crossing the Sea Realm, has not only seen a surge in strength, but also a surge in confidence. He wants to get rid of these twelve people in one go, and by the way, kill Ming Huaishang as well, because he knows that she doesn't have much time left.

The secret recipe for the fusion of three people was something they had obtained in the ancient ruins. Not only had they never used this secret method before, but after consuming the secret recipe, the life essence of the other two people would be fused into one.

Then, this method is equivalent to sacrifice, two people make one person successful, and the most serious flaw of this secret method is that it does not last long, it can only last for an hour. If these twelve people are allowed to fight one by one, then they will delay time and wait for the secret method to disappear. What awaits them is that Naluo City will once again fall into danger.

The twelve people in the air looked at each other in bewilderment. They knew that the war was inevitable until today, but their expressions remained unchanged. They even looked at Luo Bingcheng not far away with some disdain.

"You want to deal with the twelve of us by yourself? I'm not saying that you are just one realm higher than us. Even if you are two realms higher, as the saying goes, two fists cannot beat four hands. I'm afraid you won't get any good results."

Luo Bingcheng did not speak, knowing that the other party had seen the reason for his sudden increase in strength and was stalling for time. Then, he would kill these twelve people with lightning speed.

"Stop making noise, take my Heaven-Transforming Palm!"

A palm blasted out, tearing the void apart, the mountains in the distance shattered, the sun and the moon dimmed, and in an instant, an extremely powerful spiritual power impact attacked the few people.

Seeing Luo Bingcheng act so impatiently also confirmed what several people thought.

"Everyone, I think this guy must have used some secret method. As long as we hold out for a while, his strength will collapse on its own."

The one who spoke was the old man from Mount Penglai.

In mid-air, except for the gloomy old man, the other eleven people all looked at each other, ready to join forces.

"Humph, everyone, I guess I won't get involved this time. The human puppet has been destroyed, and my strength has been greatly reduced. I can't enjoy the happiness with you all."

When the gloomy old man finished saying this and was about to leave, he heard a dull sound coming from under him. The gloomy old man slowly looked down and saw a slender dry hand piercing through his body on his chest. Black blood slowly flowed out. He looked back.

"Old Taoist from Penglai, how dare you kill me? I, Wankushan, will never let you go......"

After uttering the last words word by word, the gloomy old man seemed to have exhausted all his strength. His body quickly dried up and fell to the ground without blood.

Behind him stood the old man from Penglai Mountain who had just left.

At this moment, although he looked like an immortal, with a free and unrestrained temperament like the fairyland of Penglai, he had an evil smile on his face, licked the blood in his hand, and sneered

"Since your strength has been damaged, you can become my pension."

Ming Huaishang, who was not far away, saw this scene and was in deep thought.

"I heard that the people who practice in Penglai Mountain don't practice the righteous way. How come they also practice evil ways?"

At this time, Xuan Mingzi, who was in mid-air, just looked at this scene calmly, without any expression on his face, and just said to Yu Fengzi beside him:

"Disciple, let's go. This place has nothing to do with us anymore. We have already saved the people we need to save. Is it time to leave?"

Ming Huaishang was stunned when she heard this. She had thought that Xuan Mingzi was also the one who coveted the treasure of Luocheng.

However, when Xuan Mingzi was about to leave with Yu Fengzi, he looked at Ming Huaishang deeply.

"This place has nothing to do with me. You can do whatever you want. But that thing is beyond your control. I advise you to take care of yourself."

Before leaving, Xuan Mingzi left behind these words that made people confused.

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