Tang Cheng had just picked up more than ten monks, and suddenly heard a faint voice saying, "Is it Senior Brother Tang from Jianzhai? Save me quickly!" This sentence was a monk from Nalanda Temple.

Shocked, Tang Cheng quickly turned around and saw a bald monk lying on the ground. His chest and abdomen were already blooming with sharp blades, blood and flesh rolled up, and his legs were broken by collapsed stone pillars. The front and back were almost broken. From the outside, you could see the snow-white bone stubble.

It was said that this monk was unlucky. Most of the entire Yunzhong City was made of wooden structures, with only a few of them made of stones. However, after being seriously injured, he was hit by the stone pillar.

Tang Cheng's eyes swept across the monk, concealing the murderous intent in his heart. If this monk was alive, Tang Cheng's unicorn python would not be able to come here to swallow the flesh and blood. Tang Cheng could not explain the origin of these monsters. But if he wanted to kill, especially a person who was fighting for the interests of the human race, Tang Cheng could not do anything.

"It seems that I have to admit that I am unlucky!"

Tang Cheng sighed softly, moved the stone pillar away, and fed the monk a Wei Tuo Dan. This was the first time Tang Cheng saw the effect of Wei Tuo Dan. As soon as the golden elixir entered the mouth, a smoke appeared on the monk's body, submerging the monk. The golden smoke did not spread, and it stopped in the air, neither floating nor sinking.

Tang Cheng was bored and began to wander among the ruins. He picked out the corpses of monks and placed them together. There were only seventy or eighty corpses here, but it took Tang Cheng more than ten breaths to complete it. However, there were four monks in the realm of the soul. Tang Cheng could even call out their names.

Now, seven monks in Nalanda Temple died in the first seat of the temple, and the Shura tribe is still missing.

Tang Cheng suppressed his uneasiness and passed the time in the city. By chance, Tang Cheng found a place in Yunzhong City quite strange. There was a warehouse under a square in the west of the city. On weekdays, this warehouse was covered by magic circles. Now after Yunzhong City fell, the magic circles in the hidden warehouse have failed, revealing flaws.

Tang Cheng easily opened the broken magic circle and was very disappointed. Tang Cheng thought that in such a secret treasure house, he should have gotten a few magical artifacts to be placed in order to meet the name of Shura Treasure House that monopolizes the underworld. But now, in this empty warehouse, except for a few elixirs specialized in the underworld, there are only mountains of ores accumulated.

Tangcheng was puzzled. Since the mine belonged to Nalanda Temple, why so many accumulated in Yunzhong City? However, no matter what strange it was, Tangcheng didn't care. The Shura tribe was afraid that it would not be able to recover its vitality within hundreds of years after experiencing this turmoil. No matter what conspiracy they had, they needed enough manpower to complete it.

After hundreds of years, Tang Cheng thought that he must have advanced to the Great Dao of the Soul, or had already died and died. No matter which one, the conspiracy of the Shura clan had nothing to do with him.

Just as the warehouse was empty, Tang Cheng heard a light roar and hurried out to the mansion. The guy who was only half a life left turned over and stood up. The bald man had no more scars on his body except for the monk's clothes torn, as if he had taken Shiquan Dafu Pills, and his face was rosy.

Wei Tuodan was indeed extraordinary, and the monks in Lantu Temple did not swear loudly. However, when Tang Cheng thought of wasting one for this bald head, he couldn't help feeling a little sad. Now he only has seven left.

"Little Monk Xuanji, I've met Senior Brother Tang!"

Previously, the monk Xuanji's face was covered in blood, and he was so miserable that he could not be more miserable. Now he has been completely renewed, so he is naturally very different. It can be seen that Xuanji is extremely handsome, comparable to the ancient Song Yu Pan An. This person had lost 90% of his life, but was rescued by a Weituodan in Tangcheng. Naturally, he was very grateful and called him Senior Brother, which was a small flatterer.

Tang Cheng had no hobby for Mr. Tu'er, so he just glanced at it and asked, "Junior Brother Xuanji, I wonder what the achievements of all the monks are?"

Xuanji's eyes turned red, his body trembled slightly, and he whispered: "It's so miserable. The senior brothers who came with him, more than half of them died, and everyone else was injured. If the illegal uncle brought reinforcements, we would be wiped out here. Those Shuras would be crazy!"

Thinking of those Shura clan's soul masters, as long as they suffered irreversible injuries, they immediately exploded. Xuanji himself shivered fiercely.

If these Shuras were not so strong, the huge Yunzhongcheng would not have fallen continuously in a short period of time.

The corpse that Tang Cheng picked up was not comprehensive, and some monks were too close to the place where they exploded, which led to their ashes being wiped out, and even a single hair was not left behind.

The prestige of the Shura Dharma Lord is as high as the sun. The left-behind Shura would rather be crushed to pieces than leave a deep impression on Nalanda Temple to cover up the existence of the Shura Dharma Lord.

In fact, they did do it. Eight of the fifteen heads who arrived in the early stage had already left, and more than 400 younger monks died. It can be said that Nalanda Temple was seriously injured. If Yuan Hui had made great decisions, Faxing immediately asked for reinforcements. This time, all the younger disciples who entered the underworld in Nalanda Temple would have to die in battle. When Xuan Ji was severely injured, Faxing had already invited reinforcements, and the monks had the upper hand. It was only a matter of time before the entire Shura was destroyed.

No one would have thought that the battle would be so tragic.

Xuanji briefly explained the battle, and Tang Cheng felt silent when he heard this. Tang Cheng had some thoughts about why the Shura tribe is like this. The threat from those monsters at night must be a major reason, but these words do not need to be said to Xuanji, who had red eyes. Although Monk Xuanji's external injuries were good, the broken acupoints had to be slowly nourished, which was not a day's effort. Therefore, at this moment, he was unable to return to Yunzhongcheng to participate in the battle.

Tang Cheng's face was very serious and said, "I didn't expect this situation to be like this! Junior Brother Xuanji, you guard the corpses of your fellow disciples here. I'll go to another falling city to see if there are any surviving brothers, and then go to the battlefield to help."

Xuanji nodded quickly. He was so scared that he didn't want to meet any Shura.

Tang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that this handsome monk would follow him with a silly face. Tang Cheng flapped his wings and left, circled a circle and returned to the first ruins. Only then did he find that the unicorn pythons entered the country quickly, and hundreds of them formed Yuandans.

During the last trip to the underworld, hundreds of thousands of Shura's flesh and blood laid the foundation for the unicorn python. Now they only need to go further and form the Yuan Dan.

Most people are sitting in a row, harmonizing blood and hardware elites, and condense the Yuan Dan here. When Tangcheng arrived, there happened to be a demon who happened to form a elixir.

It was completely different from the scene when ordinary monks formed pills, and they saw blood mist appearing from the corpses, which were extremely thick, like a river flowing into the man's body. The blood mist kept gushing out. After a while, the body of Shura turned into ashes.

In a blink of an eye, the man was made of golden light. If someone who didn't know about it was here, he would think that a Buddhist monk was practicing magic. Tang Cheng knew that this was just the true nature of a hardware elite.

The colors of red and gold are intertwined, like a tortoise and snake. After a while, the two colors of lights quieted down in the man's dantian.

This is the Pill!

Tang Cheng was extremely envious. This heavenly soldier and God-Slaying Ceremony was really the best skill of demon cultivators. If this skill had not been practiced at the end, the way of immortality was too alternative and was not adopted by Tang Cheng, I was afraid that even Tang Cheng himself would want to turn into a monster to practice this skill.

You should know that human cultivation is extremely difficult.

I don’t know how many heroes’ dream of immortality was broken. When I arrived at the Unicorn Python, there was no obstacle. I just swallowed my blood and qi and practiced smoothly.

The elixirs made all the monks tremble, and one mistake made them unable to live forever. However, these unicorn pythons ignored them and swallowed and refined their blood and energy.

This is fucking cheating!

The unicorn python naturally didn't know what Tang Cheng sighed. There was never such a lot of materials for the unicorn python to practice. They were like gluttons who had been hungry for three years, and were like gluttons, swallowing them crazy.

The thousands of Shura sacrificed were extraordinary in their cultivation, about 10% of which were at the Yuandan realm. The Shura in the Yuandan realm could provide extremely full of blood and energy. Therefore, although more than a hundred unicorn pythons had formed Yuandan, half of the piles of corpses had not been used up.

It is estimated that the Shura corpse here is enough for all the unicorn pythons to advance to the Yuan Dan. But to be on the safe side, Tang Cheng still selected hundreds of unicorn pythons that had not yet formed pills and placed them on their bodies, and immediately went to the third falling Yunzhongcheng.

The wings flapped the sky, and at this time, the fourth city in the clouds also fell from the sky.

When Tangcheng arrived at the third Yunzhong City, he looked around inside and outside the city, but there was no corpse of a monk named Nalanda Temple, all of which were tragically killed by the Shura clan. It was obvious that the Shura clan masters had already exploded and could no longer resist the attacks of those monks.

Because of the heavy casualties, the monks obviously no longer cared about compassion and wanted to kill all these guys. Tang Cheng shook his head and sighed inwardly that this was a battle without winners, and they were all scarred.

Tang Cheng looked up and looked at the sky with a calm expression. As long as he waited for the last blood-colored hall to fall, it would indicate that the monks of Nalanda Temple had achieved a complete victory.
Chapter completed!