Chapter 160

Repayment is definitely not needed.

Luo Chen just teased like this to relieve the anxious emotions between them.

He could clearly perceive that the always steady and calm Wang Yuan revealed a trace of unease upon learning that there was a battle of five Core Formations in Dahefang.

All along, Wang Yuan's image belonged to the unhurried and calm type.

But the successive Core Formation-level battles in Dahefang put a lot of pressure on him.

That is a pressure that the mere second realm of body refining cannot bear.

A bottle of Spirit Elixirs is not much, but it can provide great help to Wang Yuan.

He himself has a considerable fortune and can calmly cultivate to the perfection of Qi Refining.

Now with this bottle of Spirit Elixirs, perhaps he can increase his speed quite a bit.

Luo Chen still has four bottles left, although he doesn't have Wang Yuan's powerful physique to absorb the Spirit Elixirs directly.

But with the Pure Heart Hand alchemy technique, he can also decompose and absorb them.

The two chatted for a while, making various speculations and various response plans for the battle in Dahefang.

But everything was just talk on paper.

That was a battle that crossed beyond their ability range.

Therefore, they could only wait quietly for the result.

The Xieyue Valley where the Luotian Society is located has already set the top-grade formation bestowed by Miao Wen to a semi-activated state.

Once there is an invasion by foreign enemies, it can be directly activated to the peak level.

Even if a Foundation Establishment cultivator comes to commit an offense, it can resist one or two.

Midnight!

Wang Yuan sought out Luo Chen.

"No, we can't wait like this. If a result is decided over there, and it's unfavorable to us, then we are sitting ducks now!"

Luo Chen's eyes flickered, and finally he nodded in agreement.

"In your opinion?"

"I want to go nearby to watch, if there is anything bad, whether to flee or defend, we can make a decision as early as possible."

"Then... let's go together!"

Wang Yuan refused flatly, "You don't go."

"Don't underestimate me, I'm not good at fighting, but I'm good at fleeing."

Luo Chen smiled and set off.

The speed displayed instantly made Wang Yuan surprised.

After all, this is a speed that even Miao Wen and Luo Tianhong would look sideways at.

Under the night.

In a messy graveyard, two figures came with the wind.

Feeling the eerie ghost energy, Luo Chen shivered.

"Wouldn't it be better to choose another viewing position, why must you come to this mass grave."

Mass grave!

The burial place of many loose cultivators who died miserably in Dahefang.

At first, it was some cultivators who died, and their relatives and friends buried them here.

But over time, some people whose bones were incomplete when they fell were also thrown here.

Especially later, the law enforcement team of the Yuding Sword Pavilion often threw the corpses of cultivators produced in the Discussion Platform here.

It is for disposal, and also for deterrence.

This place is considered a major "scenic spot" in Dahefang.

A scenic spot for robbery cultivators!

In the "advice" given to Luo Chen by the Zhenlong Black Market, the mass grave is the place where it is easiest to be robbed.

Killing someone here, you don't even need to waste a fireball technique to scatter their ashes.

Standing inside, Luo Chen could feel the cold breath that penetrated into the bone marrow.

A pair of spirit eyes swept, and vaguely could see many looming phantoms.

Ghosts?

And, from these ghosts, Luo Chen could even feel a strand of increasingly robust vitality.

Logically speaking, dead ghosts are dominated by death intent.

But this strange vitality seemed to be temporarily bestowed.

"I suppose it's the change brought about by the birth of those three ghost kings."

Luo Chen thought so.

And beside him, Wang Yuan was looking at the inner city area.

In his eyes were the golden light and dark clouds constantly flickering in the night sky.

But he said, "The ghosts and spirits here are not a climate, especially since I am a body cultivator with incomparably vigorous blood energy."

"On the contrary, by using the changes of the ghosts and spirits here, I can judge the state of the three ghost kings."

Luo Chen raised his eyebrows, "How to interpret this?"

"Wherever a ghost king is, it is a ghost domain. The ghost cultivators within, although they will be controlled by the ghost king, can also be nourished and strengthen themselves."

"This is why third-grade ghost cultivators are called ghost kings."

Controlling a ghost domain and ruling the ghost cultivators within is the king among ghosts.

After understanding this truth, Luo Chen understood the reason why Wang Yuan came here.

Watching the battle or something, separated by such a distance, he couldn't see clearly at all.

But using the changes in the mass grave to understand the changes in the battle situation from the side is indeed a good method.

Luo Chen praised, and also walked to his side, looking at the inner city of Dahefang.

The perfection-level Spirit Eye Technique allowed him to see further and clearer than Wang Yuan.

With the addition of moonlight, even separated by such a distance, he could vaguely see some hazy scenes.

"As expected of a sword cultivator who is known as the number one in combat power among the same rank!"

"Being besieged by four people of the same rank, he can actually hold on for so long."

Luo Chen praised,

Wang Yuan also nodded, "I suppose there is also the geographical advantage of fighting on home turf."

Luofeng Mountain is a place that the Yuding Sword Pavilion has operated for a long time.

Its spirit veins, buildings, and formations are more familiar to them than anyone else.

Plus the help of two sect Foundation Establishment cultivators, Pang Renxiong is not isolated and helpless.

"It's just..."

Luo Chen remembered the group of Tian Xingzi he saw on the way back.

Since they dared to besiege Pang Renxiong, I'm afraid they had all considered these things.

The Yuding sword cultivator is still in a bad situation!

Suddenly, Luo Chen's eyes focused.

In Dahefang, a sword energy that was brilliant to the extreme erupted like a dragon.

The sword energy was layered, and the sword sound resounded for thousands of miles!

The entire night sky was torn apart under this sword.

"This move is the move Pang Renxiong used this afternoon."

"He is risking his life!"

Almost simultaneously, Luo Chen and Wang Yuan made the same judgment.

The next moment, Wang Yuan and Luo Chen turned their heads at the same time.

The ghosts and spirits that were originally growing robustly nearby seemed to be scraped by a gale and paused in unison.

Then, they withered.

The eerie ghost energy disappeared a lot immediately.

Everyone knew what this meant.

Those three ghost kings are gone!

Wang Yuan whispered, "Pang Renxiong's desperate attempt succeeded!"

"No, not yet!"

Luo Chen suddenly looked into Dahefang.

His expression was horrified, and he looked puzzled.

Because there was an equally peerless crimson sword energy, from top to bottom, like a giant tripod, inserted into Luofeng Mountain.

"Sword cultivator!"

"How could there be another sword cultivator!"

"And not helping Pang Renxiong?"

In his shock, the majestic sword energy fell with a boom.

A roar of anger to the extreme resounded in all directions as the sword energy fell.

"It's you!"

After the roar, there was silence.

Luo Chen and Wang Yuan looked at each other, and for a while, they didn't know what to say.

Half a month has passed since the Core Formation battle in the inner city.

Such a long time is enough to wash away most of the fear in the hearts of cultivators.

And the treasures that might remain after the great battle in the inner city made those fears be swept away by greed.

Luo Chen stood in the distance with a group of experts from the Luotian Society's Battle Hall, looking at the eerie city.

"Core Formation cultivators come and go, and in the end, they only leave a ghost city for loose cultivators!"

He sighed lightly, watching three late-stage Qi Refining loose cultivators step into the inner city together.

"Which batch is this entering the city?"

Beside him, Zhou Yuanli said respectfully, "For the convenience of management, the Yuding Sword Pavilion only set up one city gate. In the past half month, this is the seventeenth batch of loose cultivators to enter the inner city."

"What about the previous sixteen batches?" Luo Chen asked.

Zhou Yuanli shook his head, "There has been no response."

Frowning, Luo Chen had a bad premonition in his heart.

The three ghost kings were indeed all slain by Pang Renxiong before he died.

But after they died, their essence and ghost energy were almost all left in the inner city of Dahefang.

These are three ghost kings comparable to Core Formation!

In normal times, any one of them could easily destroy a city like Dahefang.

Now the essence of the three ghost kings is all left inside, directly transforming this place into a ghost domain.

Now, it is simply a place where living people should not enter.

"Brother Wang is in seclusion, saying he wants to perfect a method to avoid ghosts, so that he can enter the city to find treasures."

"Currently, my Luotian Society has no high-end combat power to suppress, which is a bit awkward."

Luo Chen's eyes swept across the surroundings, occasionally staying on a few cultivators for a moment.

Those are subordinates of Foundation Establishment forces.

Now that the Yuding Sword Pavilion has been destroyed, and the life or death of the Luotian Society's backer Miao Wen is unknown, they have become dangerous again.

The reason why several major Foundation Establishment forces are still holding back is nothing more than fear of becoming the target of public criticism.

They are afraid that other Foundation Establishment forces will take action, and they are also afraid that the Yuding Sword Sect will send new cultivators to kill the chicken to warn the monkey.

But Luo Chen knows that such calmness will be broken one day.

He is also absolutely unwilling to become someone else's alchemy tool again.

Therefore, he has no intention of leaving Dahefang to report to the Yuding Sword Sect alone.

Pang Renxiong is dead, why should I still go up there?

It wastes travel time, and there is no guarantee that he can have sufficient personal freedom after entering the Yuding Sword Sect.

In comparison, working hard on his own, as long as he is diligent enough, his cultivation speed will not fall behind too much.

Most importantly, this is a choice that follows his heart!

Just as Luo Chen was deep in thought, a commotion suddenly came from the front.

He came back to his senses and looked in the direction of the sound.

In the inner city, a flickering spiritual light was struggling to move forward against the eerie ghost energy.

After about a few breaths.

The spiritual light in his sight suddenly left the city.

"It's Elder Chu!"

"He actually didn't die!"

"Not only that, the dozen or so Qi Refining cultivators of the Wanbao Building are also fine."

After the spiritual light appeared, it was clearly a flying boat.

The leader was clearly the Foundation Establishment cultivator surnamed Chu of the Wanbao Building, whom Luo Chen and other loose cultivators were very familiar with.

As soon as he left the city, Elder Chu waved his hand.

On the flying boat, seven Qi Refining cultivators were swept down.

"I have done my best, our fate ends here."

After the words fell, the spiritual light of the flying boat reappeared, and in an instant, it turned into a stream of light and flew towards the horizon.

At the same time, several escape lights flew out from other areas outside Dahefang, chasing after Elder Chu.

I suppose it was the leaders of several major Foundation Establishment forces going to ask Elder Chu about the situation in the inner city.

Luo Chen didn't have this face, but there were people in front of him who could be asked.

With a wave of his hand, Sima Xian led people out of the crowd and went straight to the seven cultivators left behind by Elder Chu.

They all knew that these seven were not cultivators from the Tianfan City sect, but local loose cultivators hired locally by the Tianfan City subordinate shop—Wanbao Building.

Among the seven, five were women and two were men.

Soon, Sima Xian, relying on his ninth-level Qi Refining realm and the group of Battle Hall cultivators he brought, brought back a male cultivator for Luo Chen.

"I ask, you answer!"

Without the protection of the Wanbao Building, the male cultivator no longer had his previous fox-borrowing-tiger's-might.

His face was pale, and he nodded hurriedly.

"Name?"

"Li Wanchun."

"How much do you know about the great battle in the inner city?"

"I know nothing."

"Hmm?"

"Senior, I really don't know!"

Luo Chen raised his eyebrows, this was the first time he had been called Senior.

Of course, that's not the point.

He asked suspiciously, "If you don't know anything, how did you survive?"

Li Wanchun said aggrievedly, "I only know that there were no customers in the shop at the time, and a powerful pressure swept down, and I fell into a coma. When I woke up, the formation of the Wanbao Building had already been activated, and we persisted like this for half a month before Elder Chu brought us out."

"You?" Luo Chen's heart moved.

"Yes, several disciples of the Wanbao Building, plus several of us local loose cultivators, all came out alive."

"Not a single injury?"

After several questions, Li Wanchun's mind had stabilized quite a bit.

He nodded hurriedly and said, "Indeed, there was nothing serious, there were many treasures in the building, and there was a large formation to protect it, plus Elder Chu was experienced and took care of us. Indeed, there were no injuries. It's just..."

"Hmm?"

He smiled bitterly, "It's just that Elder Chu said that the Wanbao Building in Dahefang would probably not be able to restart in a short time, so he dismissed us."

Luo Chen frowned, he thought it was some important information.

Just as he was depressed, another commotion came from the front.

Looking up, in the eerie ghost domain, four graceful figures were moving forward slowly.

"Someone came out again?"

Luo Chen braced himself, hoping to hear some news from this batch of people.

However, the result disappointed him.

Those four pretty figures disappeared into spiritual light as soon as they left the city.

Only one arrogant figure was left behind.

He didn't even look at the many cultivators outside, snorted coldly, and disappeared into the horizon driving a colorful cloud.

After he left, the oppressive atmosphere became active again.

"Is that Senior Hua from the Tianxiang Building?"

"It should be correct, it is him."

"Why didn't I see other female cultivators from the Tianxiang Building?"

"Yeah, why didn't I see any of them."

"Hiss, they wouldn't have all died inside, would they?"

That last sentence was mixed in the many discussions and then pushed to the center of the discussion.

Everyone had to admit that the most lively place in Dahefang might have been wiped out except for that Foundation Establishment true cultivator.

The four charming figures that just came out were not real people, but rather like a magic tool or magic treasure.

Only the Foundation Establishment cultivator surnamed Hua came out.

Thinking that so many beautiful and charming female cultivators died in the ghost city made people shudder.

"This senior, isn't he too..."

"Be careful with your words!"

"Foundation Establishment true cultivators are not something we can discuss."

Even if the discussion sound was small, the rabbit-dying-fox-grieving look on everyone's faces could not be covered.

Especially when the Divine Talisman Pavilion cultivators, Lingyuan Zhai cultivators, Medicine Pavilion, and Baicao Hall came out one after another in the afternoon, everyone had to accept the ending that the Tianxiang Building was almost wiped out.

Even the Lingyuan Zhai, which usually treats its own cultivators harshly, brought out two local loose cultivators.

It can be seen how cold-blooded that Foundation Establishment cultivator surnamed Hua from the Tianxiang Building is.

It makes no sense that other upper sect shops could protect their own helpers, but his Tianxiang Building of the Hehuan Sect couldn't.

Not to mention local loose cultivators, there was also an inner sect female disciple of the Hehuan Sect who came with the Foundation Establishment cultivator surnamed Hua in the Tianxiang Building, but she was nowhere to be seen.

In the crowd, Luo Chen walked respectfully to an old man.

"Hello, Senior Liu!"

"It's little Luo, I still prefer you calling me Shopkeeper." Liu Hechai stroked his beard and smiled.

Luo Chen nodded, "Shopkeeper Liu, I want to ask, Bai..."

"Sorry, she is from the Baicao Hall, I was on the side of the Medicine Pavilion at the time. And the Baicao Hall..."

Following Liu Hechai's regretful gaze, Luo Chen turned his head to look.

Beside the Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Baicao Hall, it was lonely, without a single person.

That newly arrived Foundation Establishment cultivator was just as cold-blooded as the one in the Tianxiang Building, and also didn't take action to protect anyone in the Baicao Hall.

He opened his mouth, and for a while, he didn't know what to say.

In his heart, a feeling of emptiness filled his whole body.

"Sigh..."

"See you again if fate allows!"

Liu Hechai patted Luo Chen on the shoulder, greeted several disciples of the Medicine King Sect, and left Dahefang driving a flying boat.

After he left, Luo Chen looked at the eerie city in front of him.

A sense of sorrow appeared in his eyes.

When disaster strikes, others cannot be relied upon after all.

He understands this truth, and many people understand it.

But a friend falling into the ghost city like this made it hard for even him, who had psychological preparation, to accept.

Zhou Yuanli didn't know what the relationship between Bai Meiling and Luo Chen and the others was.

He walked up and whispered, "Li Wanchun has already agreed to join the Luotian Society, and several local loose cultivators have also been left on the side of the Medicine Pavilion and Baicao Hall, do you want to recruit them?"

"You decide!"

Luo Chen waved his hand listlessly.

In his mind, he recalled the scenes of him going to the Baicao Hall every time.

That chattering, lively and cute female cultivator was just gone like this.

Although sometimes, she would be like other female cultivators working in big sect shops, carrying inexplicable pride.

But after getting familiar, her true heart was still very good.

Usually when he went to buy medicinal herbs, she would find him some good goods.

Last time Qin Liangchen reconnected his severed limb, Bai Meiling did her best to choose the best of every herb.

For this, she seemed to have been punished.

This matter was told to him quietly by Feng Xia later.

Luo Chen had always been very guilty and wanted to find time to invite Bai Meiling to a good meal to express his gratitude.

But now, there is no chance.

"Fellow Daoist Li Wanchun, since you are good at magic tool casting, why not join my Duan family and show your skills?"

Beside his ear came this bold recruitment voice.

Luo Chen turned his head suddenly!