The monk's almost crazy suggestion made Zi Chen frown and feel a little moved.
"Think about it, for one hundred thousand, if we get all the tokens here, there are more than one million. If we divide them equally, one person will be worth billions, close to tens of billions." The monk's eyes were full of light.
Close to 10 billion, this is a tempting number, and Zi Chen can't help but be tempted.
Yuan Stone does not represent a simple number, it represents cultivation resources. The more Yuan Stones, the richer the cultivation resources, which can invisibly shorten the time for breakthrough.
After some thought, Zi Chen finally nodded and agreed to the monk's crazy suggestion to attack other people holding tokens. It can be said that the two of them have offended many forces. Once they get out of here, the Dan Yuan who is chasing them will inevitably Over a hundred.
But every gain must come with a loss, not to mention that Zi Chen has never had fewer enemies along the way.
So, the two of them took action.
In the next two days, Zi Chen and Monk took action against several forces and successfully obtained two tokens.
The number of tokens held by the two of them has reached as high as six. During this period, the monk will also take action against other people to rob them of their primeval stones.
The monk rushed into the crowd with a knife, slashed hard, and instantly the crowd was turned upside down, and then snatched away the primeval stone in the spiritual ring. Everything went smoothly.
And the two of them had earned enough hatred during the lootings and became public enemies. Now, wherever they go, they will be shouted at and killed.
"Monk Baldu, you are insulting our intelligence. We are not done with you."
"Damn it, you will die badly."
"When you fall into our hands, we will torture you to death and then cut you into pieces."
In the small world, there were waves of curses and curses. The forces that had been robbed of their primeval stones and tokens were almost going crazy. Many of the curses reached the level of hysteria.
The monk holding the knife is a different kind of person, and others can recognize him at a glance. However, the monk pretends to be clever and gives himself a dark face, but his shiny bald head and golden crown are unabashed, making others jump in anger. At the same time, it also attracts greater hatred to oneself.
Moreover, in the eyes of everyone, the monk's behavior was a serious insult to their intelligence.
It can be said that in this small world, Zi Chen has completely become a foil, and the monk is the real protagonist and main force. He is the first one to rush up every time, and then slashes hard, knocking down the opponent as quickly as possible.
This is a completely different kind of monk. He used to occasionally put on a show, but in the small world, his true nature is revealed and he makes no secret of it. His behavior is even more professional than a real robber.
After getting the seventh token, the two of them were enemies in the small world.
"Find them and kill them."
"Kill, kill them both, especially Monk Baldu. If you catch him, he will be tortured to death."
In the entire small world, no matter how big or small, all the forces were gnashing their teeth at Zi Chen and the monk. Every moment of every day, one could hear curses and curses. Many forces spontaneously formed alliances one after another and began to hunt down the two.
One of the bald ladle alliances hated the monks to the core, and was led by a large force with seventy or eighty air warriors.
"Master, there is the latest news. Tulao is thousands of miles away and has snatched another power." A Yukong flew over from a distance.
"Damn it, let's go and kill them." The leader of the Bald Lao Alliance had a cold light flashing in his eyes and a gloomy expression. He was a powerful force who had been robbed of his quota token. He was extremely unwilling to do so and had been thinking of ways to steal it. Return token.
Dozens of Yukong flew towards thousands of miles away in a mighty manner.
"Haha, hand over your quota token and I will spare your life." Thousands of miles away, a guy with a black mask and a shiny head holding a long knife was laughing wildly. In front of him was the man who had just been knocked down. A team of ten.
They gritted their teeth and looked at the monk with hatred in their eyes, saying, "Monk Baldu, kill us if you can."
"Hey, you can recognize me even if you're masked." The monk exclaimed, almost making everyone vomit blood.
Everyone thought to themselves, you are fucking annoying on purpose. Anyone who is not blind can recognize it.
"Hand over your quota token or die." The monk spoke again, his voice turned cold, and the long knife in his hand flashed with light, looking like a gangster.
"No token." One of them gritted his teeth.
"What a bunch of idiots. They don't even have tokens. Then hand over the spirit ring." The monk said angrily.
Zi Chen looked at all this with a smile. He had no intention of taking action, and there was no need to take action at all. The monk could take care of everything here.
"Monk Baldu, you must die."
Before the other party could hand over the spiritual ring, there was a loud shout from the horizon, and the sound shook the sky like rolling thunder.
After that, a dark figure appeared on the horizon, close to a hundred Yukong, all of whom were in the late stage of Yukong. The aura around them surged, and the murderous intent scattered the clouds in the sky, and they flew towards this direction quickly.
"Monk Baldu, today is the day you die."
"Today we are going to cut you into pieces, chop you up and feed it to the dogs."
A cold and vicious voice sounded, and angry gazes fell on the monk. They wanted to eat his flesh, drink his blood, and gnaw his bones. The leader of the big force even had fire in his eyes, wanting to burn the monk alive.
The monk squinted his eyes and looked at the crowd. Approaching hundreds of Yukong did not frighten him. His expression remained calm, but soon his face showed disappointment, because he found that these people had been snatched by him and had already been Of no value.
"Monk, our reinforcements are here, why don't you run away," said the leader of the ten-man team next to him.
"Run, they should be the ones running. Hand over your spiritual rings to me." The monk glanced at the other party coldly.
"You" the other party's expression changed.
"Peng." At this moment, the monk made a decisive move, knocked out the opponent directly, and then took away the spiritual ring. After that, he transformed into golden light, knocked out the other nine people again, and took away all the spiritual rings.
Its speed is so fast that it is jaw-dropping.
"Monk, please stop."
"Stop it, you damn bald ladle. If you dare to rob it in front of us, I will definitely kill you today."
Angry shouts rang out from the sky, and many strong men came one after another. Then, like a swarm of swarms, they rushed towards the monk. At the same time, a combined attack formation appeared to kill the monk.
Facing dozens of Yukong, Zi Chen no longer watched the show, but turned into golden light and rushed forward. The spear in his hand was like a dragon, and the light of the spear was flashing continuously.
The monk held a long knife and rushed towards the crowd. After that, there were wailing sounds and figures fell from the sky.
"boom."
With the joint efforts of Zi Chen and Monk, the combined attack formation was broken down in an instant, causing screams of surprise. After that, the screams turned into screams of agony, blood flew all over the sky, and each one fell to the ground.
Less than a quarter of an hour later, only two figures, the monk and Zi Chen, were left in the sky. On the ground, many Yukong lay scattered in various directions, some had fainted, and some were wailing with shrill voices.
The wailing crowd had expressions of hatred and fear. The fighting power of the two men was so strong that they completely swept them away. This made them seriously doubt whether the two men were evildoers secretly cultivated by some powerful force.
"A bunch of poor ghosts, come and trouble me again the next time you remember to have wealth." The monk curled his lips disdainfully, then flew away into the distance, continuing to look for the next target, leaving behind a group of people who were ashamed, angry and frightened. Control the sky.
After Yukong, who was close to a hundred, was swept by the monk, it caused an uproar. All the forces in the small world knew about the powerful strength of the monk and Zi Chen. They were all shocked and extremely fearful.
Moreover, those forces that have not yet been robbed are also on tenterhooks, because the monk once said that he would take away all the quota tokens.
So invisibly, all the monks moved closer together to form a truly super alliance.
All the big and small forces that came to the small world gathered together, led by Luo, Ning, Lu and several other big forces, and chased Zi Chen and the monk.
These are all the people who are still alive in the small world. There are more than a thousand Yukong. They are all in the late stage of Yukong. Such many strong men can only be found in the chaotic land, and their combat power can sweep across the barbarian land. .
In order to ensure the feasibility of killing this time, the big forces no longer kept secrets, and decisively and grandly informed everyone about the joint attack technique. After a short period of practice, it was very powerful.
A combined attack formation composed of hundreds of people is so powerful that even a powerful Danyuan expert can be killed with one blow even if he is trapped.
"Spread the news and lure them here." The leader of the big force said coldly.
Seeing that the time to open the small world was coming, Zi Chen and the monk could not find any other monks. They had found nothing for two days in a row, which made them very angry.
"Roar."
Suddenly, a loud beast roar resounded throughout the dense forest, and a strong sound wave came from a distance. Behind this sound wave, there were hundreds of beasts fleeing in terror, and frightened birds flying into the air.
"This is" Zi Chen and the monk's expressions changed, and after looking at each other, they both blurted out, "a big demon."
The Great Demon is equivalent to the Dan Yuan among humans, and is much stronger than humans at the same level. You can see this just by looking at the powerful Wild Wolf Master.
"This is a small world. The realm is suppressed in Yukong. How can there be a great Danyuan demon?"
After the exclamation, the monk's confused voice sounded.
"Perhaps the suppressed realm of this small world is only useful to us and not to the local monsters."
Zi Chen explained that he had encountered similar things when he was in Lingwu Sect.
"Danyuan Demon, is it possible that the last quota token is in the opponent's body?" the monk spoke again.
Zi Chen was startled for a moment, thinking deeply, and after a moment he came to the conclusion that it was very likely that the token was in the opponent's body.
"Let's go and kill this Danyuan demon." The monk's eyes lit up as he seemed to see a quota token worth two hundred thousand.
Zi Chen nodded, and just when the two of them were about to step forward, they discovered traces of a team of twenty people, and it was a strange team.
The other party seemed to have seen them, his face changed, and he turned away.
"Robbing them first, they must have tokens." The monk became very excited and chased after him with a long knife.
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ps: Sorry, I drank too much yesterday and I don’t know how to sleep. Now I have a severe headache.