I Have a City in a Different World

Most of the cultivation methods of cultivator Loucheng come from the cornerstone platform, which is efficient and refined, and eliminates all risks.

However, some Loucheng monks still like to practice certain otherworldly exercises, and the more advanced they are, the more so.

Gurman's body is a god-king-level creator, and this means of throwing a consciousness clone is a top-level exercise from a certain self-cultivation plane.

Although it is complicated and time-consuming, these are not problems at all for monks at the level of gods.

There are not many successful people like Gurman, so they are more precious.

Gurman didn't know that although he was a wisp of consciousness of the God King, he actually didn't know much about Loucheng cultivator.

The memory left to him by the ontology is what he can know, not what he wants to know.

The understanding of monk Loucheng comes from a limited number of contacts, but the more understanding, the more afraid.

Even if he was underground at the moment, hiding in an ancient tomb, Gurman still had no bottom in his heart.

Gurman, who was worried, couldn't help taking out an item from his arms, which looked like an inconspicuous stone.

But being able to be carried by Gurman is enough to prove the extraordinaryness of this item. Only a truly powerful cultivator can see what it is.

This is a spiritual treasure of origin. In order to obtain this treasure, Tang Zhen did not hesitate to come directly to snatch it.

Mortals are only mortal to the naked eye, and they cannot perceive its magic at all. It was abandoned by the roadside for many years, and finally fell into the hands of Gurman.

Gurman was able to recognize the extraordinaryness of the treasure because of his unique discernment inherited from his body. Obtaining this item almost exhausted the good fortune he had accumulated for hundreds of years.

Because the function of this item is to block the breath of the holder, any divination method will not work.

This was originally what Gurman was most worried about, for fear that the cultivator Loucheng would find his hidden location by means of divination.

With this source spiritual treasure, you can interfere with the power of peeping yourself and get corresponding reminders.

It is because of this original spiritual treasure,

Gurman was able to know in advance the arrival of monk Loucheng several times in advance, which can be said to be his treasure.

"I hope this time can be the same as in the past, and I can spend it without any danger. If I can choose, I really don't want to go back."

Gurman muttered to himself, and then smiled bitterly, only to feel that everything was fate, and he couldn't help it at all.

Just when he was thinking wildly, the ground under his feet suddenly shook, and then he felt a faint energy swept past him.

The source spirit treasure in his hand released a faint light, dispelling the energy.

Gurman, who noticed the abnormality, suddenly became nervous and his body trembled slightly.

He is now in a state of being a soldier, and even if there is a little bit of something wrong, he will feel that disaster is imminent.

At this moment, the feeling was so clear, as if a sharp sword had been placed on his neck.

"No, is it the Loucheng cultivator chasing after him?

With the shield of this source of spiritual treasure, the cultivator Loucheng shouldn't have found me so easily. It must be because of other reasons, because I am too nervous! "

Just as this thought came to mind, the earth trembled violently again, as if a giant was holding a giant hammer and slamming the ground ruthlessly.

"This feeling seems familiar..."

Gurman's eyes widened, and for some reason, the image of the patrol warship appeared in his mind.

In the past few times, the cultivators of Loucheng have arrived single-handedly, and there has never been such a terrible weapon of war.

This time, it was everywhere, big and small, and every patrol warship brought him heavy pressure.

Gurman didn't know what kind of weapon this was, so he guessed that it was similar to the rune airship, but the power possessed by the difficulty of making it was a world away.

Gurman had experienced a similar feeling when the Demon Slayer headquarters was destroyed by a cannonball, so after feeling the earthquake at this moment, he also had similar thoughts in his mind.

"Did you send patrol warships to deliberately bomb this forest to find me?"

Just as such an idea popped into my mind, there was another loud noise, as if it were happening around me.

The mausoleum built underground began to vibrate violently. Even if it was purposely reinforced at the beginning, it still showed signs of collapse at this moment.

Gurman's body trembled, with a hint of panic in his expression, and he became more and more convinced that the shock was related to him.

"boom!"

There was another loud noise, and the earth shook even more violently. More than half of this hidden underground tomb began to collapse.

However, this is not the most terrifying thing. According to Gurman's speculation, the vibration is continuously strengthened from far to near, so the vibration and destruction will become more and more intense.

If there is no accident, the next source of vibration will appear near the mausoleum, and it may even be centered on the mausoleum!

"Cultivator Loucheng must have known my approximate location through some means, but he couldn't pinpoint it.

That's why they bombard me with those huge warships, trying to kill me in this way, or forcing me to show up! "

Guessing the intention of the monk Loucheng, Gurman gritted his teeth with hatred, but there was nothing he could do.

He is only alone now, and he can't fight against Cultivator Loucheng at all. Even if the forces he controlled in the past still exist, he can't be the opponent of Cultivator Loucheng at all.

While feeling sad in his heart, a clear sense of crisis flashed, and Gurman rushed out of the mausoleum without hesitation.

He didn't want to die yet, even if there was a chance, he would struggle to survive.

Although the underground mausoleum is deeply hidden, the emergency escape route is like an elevator, reaching the top of the mountain in an instant.

The moment his body reappeared in the outside world, Gurman was already at the top of a mountain, and then saw a scene that shocked him.

It turned out that in the surrounding sky, more than a dozen huge patrol warships were hovering, and they were shooting beams of light, blasting the ground with holes.

From the height where Gurman was located, one could see that the undulating ground was full of large pits with a diameter of several kilometers or more.

There are no traces of scorching and burning, but the ground has collapsed and sunken, as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer.

The vegetation in the attacked area was completely smashed, even the stones turned into powder.

As for the body of flesh and blood, it has long since become a meat sauce.

The animals in the forest were running around on the ground, trying to find a safe place.

The bombable locations were randomly selected, and many animals were directly hit by the beam of light falling from the sky in the process of escaping.

Seeing this apocalyptic scene, Gurman froze in place, and then laughed out loud.

He laughed so arrogantly that he even shed tears. There was no more cautiousness in the past, as if he had let go of all his burdens.

"I didn't expect that I, Gurman, would one day let the Loucheng cultivator dispatch such a battle to arrest him. It would be considered a death without regrets."

He looked at the patrol battleship in the sky with a grim expression, and shouted loudly: "Come on, I'm here, aren't you here!

If you have the ability, you will blow me up, smashing my bones to the ground, blowing my soul to pieces, and letting my flesh and soul become one with the land of Haotian World.

I really don't want to go to Loucheng World, it may be a monk's paradise, but it's a place I can't avoid..."

Gurman half-knelt weakly on the ground, and roared loudly to himself, as if to vent all the anger that was suppressed in his heart.

The patrol warships suspended in the surrounding sky have stopped bombing at this moment, and there is a dead silence between heaven and earth.

On the tops of the grass and trees around Gurman, tall and straight silhouettes appeared out of thin air, covered with black armored cloaks, squeaking in the mountain wind.