Chapter 370 Very Reasonable

Boom! !

The group of tree root monsters that rushed over were all ignited the moment they were swept by the ring of fire. Their bodies full of flames rushed forward several steps and fell to the ground at Chen Luo's feet.

These dead tea drinkers, like the old woman before, turned into tree bark again. Chen Luo touched several of them with his hands, but could not find brain waves.

"These tree people can't be killed. As long as the roots are still there, they will sprout again in a short time."

The window next to him suddenly opened, and a young man wearing a blue headband leaned against the window and said to Chen Luo condescendingly.

Chen Luo looked over.

Talking in the room can avoid being noticed by the "God". This person is an old resident of Wenxin Town and knows the rules here.

"Where are the roots?"

Chen Luo asked. He stood on the street and spoke without scruples. The young man upstairs was stunned. He waited for a moment, and then looked at the sky in confusion.

Why is there no thunder?

There was another sound at the end of the street. Chen Luo and the young man turned around at the same time and found that a dense crowd of vultures flew in from the end of the street. These vultures were pure black like the previous tea drinkers, and they were all tree monsters.

"Be careful, I don't know how you avoided the gods, but the troubles in Wenxin Town are not just the gods." The young man closed the window immediately after saying that.

Such a large flock of birds is enough to sweep Wenxin Town.

The little color on his body can only last for three breaths at most under this level of birds.

"This place needs to be dyed."

Chen Luo's face was calm, and the spiritual river emerged around him, and the golden elixir vision surrounded his body. He patted the storage bag, took out the chessboard from it, and smashed it against the vulture flying in front.

After the fourth-level magic weapon was infused with spiritual power, it became more powerful when it was released!

Ten centimeters after leaving Chen Luo's palm, the chessboard had turned into a square brick more than five meters high, surrounded by a thick layer of phantoms, which were nearly eight meters in height.

The huge chessboard and the phantom smashed over like a mountain range.

There was a loud bang.

The vultures flying in the front were all smashed into bark under the chessboard. The force on the chessboard did not weaken at all, crushing the flock of birds flying over, rushing over violently, plowing a gully in the entire long street, and finally crashing hard into the house at the end of the street.

Boom! !

The house opposite was instantly smashed into powder.

The terrifying explosion swept across.

The dense bark monsters were swept over, so that a large number of bark monsters in the entire Wenxin Town were reduced.

The strong wind backflow affected even at such a long distance. The doors and windows on the entire long street were slapping the windows frantically, and the gray-black breath gathered into wind blades, washing the entire street. A large number of windows and door panels were taken away by this gust of wind. The young man who was hiding behind the window and watching quietly felt that his eyes were empty, and a gust of wind swept away his door panels.

The strong attraction almost took him away with it, but fortunately he quickly hugged the window frame.

Chen Luo stood in place, quietly observing the changes brought about by the movement in the distance.

Sound will attract enemies.

Once entangled, they will be chased and killed continuously. For the people here, no matter how many colors there are, they can't stand the unkillable tree people. So in most cases, they will not make any sound. If they really have to avoid it, they will quickly flee from the original place after the battle to avoid being surrounded by subsequent tree people.

But Chen Luo doesn't care. If the movement is not a little bigger, how can he find the "root"? According to his method of slaughter, even if the monsters will "refresh", they will definitely not be able to keep up with his speed of killing monsters.

After the storm, a burst of orange-yellow flames emerged from the core of the explosion.

The flames bloomed like a lotus, bursting out nearly ten meters high, illuminating the entire town.

The color dispelled the darkness and attracted everyone's attention.

Chen Luo was very satisfied with the 'Spirit River' in the late Jindan stage. One step forward made his strength more than twice that of the 'Spirit Lake' in the middle stage. Ordinary blood and red dan cultivators, even if they were in the perfect state, would not be his opponents. The gap between the golden dan and the blood dan and red dan was once again magnified.

They were both Jindan, and they were no longer considered to be at the same level.

The further they went, the greater the gap.

"Although I am still not as good as a Yuanying cultivator, I am also more than half a Jindan. When facing an enemy like the Golden Light Cave Master, I can deal with him even without using external objects."

Chen Luo used the strength of the Golden Light Cave Master for comparison.

That was the only Yuanying cultivator he had ever fought.

After the flames spread to a certain extent, they gradually began to shrink, and a large amount of gray-black mist swept over them, as if the painter was repairing the mistakes here. However, Chen Luo's late-stage Jindan power made it very difficult to repair. Although the orange-yellow flame had shrunk a lot, it still did not disappear, and the height remained at about seven meters.

It was as bright as a beacon, bringing light to this dark and silent town.

"Can't it be dyed directly? Is it different from the method Shanzha said? Could it be ink?"

Chen Luo's spiritual sense swept across the area burned by his spiritual fire. It did not turn orange-yellow. After the fire, the ground would return to gray and white as before. His spiritual power could not rewrite the fundamentals. Wenxin Town had been eroded for too long. He sprayed a layer of "paint" on the surface, and it would be washed away by "rain" afterwards and restored to its original state.

On the second floor next to him, the young man whose window and door panels were blown away by the strong wind finally fell to the ground. He turned his head and looked at the huge orange flame in the distance, his eyes a little dull.

He had thought that the person below was not simple.

Anyone who dares to walk alone on the road and slaughter tree people in an upright manner is definitely not an ordinary person. But he didn't expect that the other party would be so 'not simple'. This scene was a bit too exaggerated.

"Who are you?"

The young man swallowed and asked cautiously.

In his understanding, even the Master of the Seven Colors Pavilion cannot do this. This is no longer a matter of human power.

"I'm looking for a 'tree root', and now I need a guide. I think you have a unique frame and are very suitable for this job."

Chen Luo's eyes fell on the young people watching the excitement on the second floor.

This guy is the 'Brother Ling' in Shanxi's mouth. He is stronger than Shanxi and has mastered two colors. Chen Luo used his spiritual power to calculate and found that the two colors were equivalent to the middle stage of Qi refining. The intensity of the five colors is equivalent to foundation building, and the seven colors have a high probability of perfect foundation building.

"Obligated!"

Brother Ling swallowed and chose to 'take the initiative to help'.

Under the leadership of Brother Ling, the two passed through more than twenty corners and appeared outside Wenxin Town again. After walking out of the town, the feeling of being watched from above suddenly disappeared. Chen Luo stood at the entrance of the town and had a clearer understanding of this place.

"The tree roots are just outside the city. You can see it if you walk straight. That place is not a secret. Many people in the town know it."

Brother Ling said cautiously.

He didn't want to leave the town. Although there would be dangers in Wenxin Town, he would have a safe place to stay. After leaving the town, there is no way to guarantee safety. When you encounter a group of tree people, who will die?

Although Chen Luo's strength was somewhat unexpected, Brother Ling still didn't think highly of him.

"It's too dangerous to walk alone. It's easy to meet some lonely tree people."

After finally catching a strong man, how could Chen Luo let him go.

Under his 'kind' invitation, Brother Ling gritted his teeth and walked out of the town. After leaving the town, the two colors on Brother Ling's body began to flow, constantly changing positions on his body, like water.

The two walked for a while.

The town behind became farther and farther away, and finally it was completely covered by trees.

Entering the woods again, Chen Luo clearly felt something different. He sensed a strong sense of malice from these trees.

"That's where the roots are."

Brother Ling, who was walking in front, had a very soft voice. Every time he spoke, he would look up at the sky. I don’t know why, but after standing next to this person, I won’t be struck by lightning when I speak.

Chen Luo's consciousness spread over and he soon discovered the difference.

In front of it is a low-lying land with a huge black lake in the middle, and the water in the lake is completely black. There is a wooden bridge made of gray wood on the lake. The bridge extends to the center of the lake, where there is a gray wooden house.

An old man wearing black clothes and white hair is fishing there.

This man also only had black and white on his body, but strangely, the fishing rod he held in his hand was green.

"Where are the roots?"

Chen Luo took Brother Ling to the lake and stood on the edge of the sunken lake, taking in the environment in the lake from a high position.

"That's the old man."

Brother Ling pointed at the old man fishing. Chen Luo's consciousness covered it and found that the 'ink' smell on the old man was indeed stronger than that of other tree people. Regardless of whether he was a real tree root, one thing was certain.

Kill this old man and he will get a lot of ink.

Since you have decided to dye this place, you must have something like ink.

"Back off."

Chen Luo took a step forward, and Brother Ling next to him hid to the side when he heard this and was very knowledgeable about current affairs. Chen Luo walked step by step into the air as if walking on flat ground, and a large sunken lake pit appeared at his feet.

After floating in the air, the feeling of being spied on appeared again, this time stronger than the previous times.

Just as the mummy's brain judged, floating in the air would be targeted.

Fortunately, his spiritual power still enveloped his whole body, and the line of sight in the sky could not pinpoint his position accurately.

It is impossible to see every detail of the little person in the painting until it jumps out of the paper.

"Brother Jiedan! Have the people above got their heads wet? Do you think that this painting has been kept for too long if you even let people like this in?"

The old fishing man raised his head, looked at Chen Luo in mid-air, his expression became very ugly, and he cursed secretly. I saw him taking out a dark black carp from the fish basket and throwing it into the lake.

Then he stood up, grabbed the fishing rod, and flicked it towards the lake water. The fishing line crossed the void, causing the sound of wind, and the black lake water around the hut slowly rotated.

Under the control of the fishing line, the vortex expanded step by step, and finally affected the entire Black Ink Lake.

A circle of dark water curtain rose out of thin air, protecting the old man and the wooden house in the middle.

In mid-air, Chen Luo spread his palms.

A strange theater appeared in the palm of his hand. This thing is the fourth-level magic weapon that Chen Luo picked up in the area of ​​​​Jinsheng Inn - the theater.

As soon as the fourth-level magic weapon appeared, the expression of the old fisherman below changed immediately.

"etc!!"

The addition of the fourth-level magic weapon by the Danjie monk has exceeded the limit of his ability to deal with it.

Chen Luo wasn't going to listen to his nonsense. After summoning him out of the theater, he just threw it down.

The theater is opposite the wooden house.

He thought it was reasonable (end of this chapter)