Fantasy: Start Rewarding 100 Consecutive Draws

Individuals can see such a simple provocation.

But whether it can be seen is one thing, whether it can be figured out is another thing.

The wise man can see the trap, and the wise man can see the trap without jumping into it.

The reason is simple, but 90% of people can't do it.

Sure enough, upon hearing this man's words, the faces of the dozen or so besieged people all changed.

Most of them change color because of the distribution problem of the slow tortoise. Only two or three are changed because of the discoloration of the people who change color because of the distribution of the slow tortoise.

Wise men are always rare, and even wise men can't stop fools.

The power of ten wise men cannot save a fool.

This is the situation right now!

"Don't be provoked by his words, kill the three of them first, and then discuss the matter of slow tortoise."

"Yeah! Kill me first, and then a dozen of you will discuss it. If the negotiation fails, kill three more. The cycle goes back and forth, and the low level of cultivation is eliminated, and slowly the turtle will get it."

The monk holding the slow tortoise is not a simple role, every word of his heart makes it more difficult for people who are already shaken to hold on.

"What annoying! What's so tangled!"

Lu Chuan murmured, then propped up the aura shield and rushed over with the sword.

"who is it?"

The person holding the slow tortoise is not an ordinary person. Lu Chuan was discovered as soon as he appeared.

It's a pity that it's useless even if they find it. The difference in cultivation level is too big, and it's not something they can resist.

Chi Chi Chi Chi!

[Kill the monks in the refining period, and the progress will increase by 27 points! 】

[Kill the monks in the refining period, and the progress will increase by 24 points! 】

[Kill the monks in the refining period, and the progress will increase by 35 points! 】

[Kill the cultivator in the refining period, the progress will increase by 31 points! 】

...

The sword light flickered and the head flew up.

What this and that, what men and women, what is good and bad, are all nourishment for blood spirit flowers.

"What the **** are you..."

Puff!

"you……"

Puff!

"..."

Puff!

Lu Chuan did not say a word, it was a crazy killing.

Every time a sword is taken, at least one person dies, and every time he turns, his head falls.

Lu Chuan's killing speed was very fast. There were almost 20 people in the two groups, and they all died before they even took five breaths.

"This thing is slow tortoise? Doesn't it look good?"

Lu Chuan slowly picked up the seven-level spirit beast. This little guy was not much bolder than a mouse.

The limbs and head were all shrunk into the shell, and the gaze at Lu Chuan was full of fear.

"Don't be afraid, I won't eat you again."

Lu Chuan put his little finger in and fiddled with the tortoise's head. If it were replaced by a **** spirit beast, he would probably open his mouth and take a bite.

However, Slowly Turtle is worthy of being the most useless seven-level spirit beast, cowardly and pitiful.

It didn't dare to bite people, so it could only push its head out.

But it is a pity that this little guy is too small, it seems that he hasn't grown up yet, and his strength is pitiful.

No matter how hard it tried, Lu Chuan still fiddled with the turtle's head, fiddled with it, and didn't have a temper at all.

"This thing is useless!"

Lu Chuan murmured, the turtle's head was not fun at all.

It's so soft, I might even spray myself with saliva.

"Forget it, let Xiao Yin play."

He threw the tortoise slowly into the Tongtian Tower, and Lu Chuan sank his mind into the space of the phalanx.

After so long, the blood spirit flowers spawned by the corpses of more than fifty white disciples in front of them finally blossomed.

Because the phalanx space is too small, only one corpse can be inserted at a time, which makes the efficiency a bit slow.

If there is a hundred and eighty cubic meters, then it is easy to say.

But one thing is not bad, the blood spirit flower is not shy, the corpse thrown in has eaten up the flesh and bones, and there is no scum left, which saves Lu Chuan from the trouble of cleaning the battlefield.

"Oh, what a good thing!"

Lu Chuan stretched his body, then took out two blood spirit flowers and stuffed them into his mouth.

With the continuous improvement of physical fitness, the effect of the blood spirit flower is constantly weakening.

But it can't hold up the number!

After the fifty blood spirit flowers went down, Lu Chuan felt that his physical strength had more than doubled.

"No wonder the Mad Lion King was able to beat the invincible hand all over the world! No wonder so many people are eager for the blood spirit flower. It is really... so wonderful!"

Lu Chuan murmured, feeling better than ever.

After a short pause, Lu Chuan decided to continue killing.

He needs a lot of blood spirit flowers, and to get blood spirit flowers, he needs the flesh and blood of monks.

The higher the cultivation base, the better the quality of the blood spirit flower.

Ordinary cultivators in the Qi refining period can only spawn a blood spirit flower, and they are all kind of small bones.

However, the cultivators in the Transcendental Stage can give birth to dozens of them, and they are all big bones.

what.

However, the cultivators in the transformation stage are not so easy to deal with, and Lu Chuan needs to develop it well.

The purpose of General Leopard is hundreds of cultivators, which means more than hundreds of blood spirit flowers.

If he eats all of them, Lu Chuan feels that he should be able to perform the third form of Kaitian Shenquan without damage.

But this is just a guess, and it depends on the actual situation.

However, Lu Chuan estimated that it should be close to ten.

After all, the effect of the blood spirit flower is very strong, and it is not impossible to achieve that level.

After eating all the fifty blood spirit flowers, Lu Chuan set foot on the road to continue searching for fertilizer.

"Stop, there is something here!"

Just as Lu Chuan passed by the third side tomb, the system father, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly squeaked.

"Here?"

Lu Chuan stopped and took a closer look. There was a mess around him. It seemed that he had been raided not once or twice.

The stone tables and stools on which the things were placed were split apart, the ground was dug down three feet, and even the stone walls were cut off a lot.

These spirit beasts and humans who came to search for inheritance were so cruel. Lu Chuan even saw a lot of paw prints and imprints, as well as a **** print. He didn't know what happened here.

"Don't worry, wait until Dad opens the door for you!"

When the voice fell to the ground, a feeling of dizziness immediately came to my heart.

Lu Chuan only felt the darkness before his eyes, and then he lost consciousness.

Time does not know how long has passed, maybe ten days and a half months, maybe only a moment.

When Lu Chuan opened his eyes, he found that he had appeared in another place.

This is a tomb with a small area, and the ceiling is only 100 square meters.

There is no stone table or bench, no stone bed, only a coffin and the night pearl inlaid on the stone wall.

Lu Chuan carefully checked the surroundings, and then turned his attention to the sarcophagus.

Of course, before that, Lu Chuan had released his little silver first.

Let it pay attention to the surrounding situation, and by the way, it can block the knife in case of danger.