Chapter 3684: Conscript

The moment Lu Tong took out the memory crystal, the audience was silent.

The crowd looked at Qianshan Luoyun weirdly. It was nothing more than being commanded by Xiao Fan before, but now he was threatened by Lu Tong again. This Qianshan Luoyun was not ordinary bad luck.

Today, Qianshan Luo Yun is afraid that he can't find the steps down.

He was ashamed of this face!

If it is normal, this kind of trivial matter, everyone will turn one eye and close one eye, and never take it as the same thing.

But today, Qianshan Luo Yun wants to put it on the facade, the meaning is completely different.

Bribing the monks of the Tianhuang God Pavilion and disturbing the order of the Tianhuang God Pavilion is not a big crime, or a small one.

Qianshan Luo Yun's face was black, his lungs almost exploded.

A new monk didn't give himself a face. This Lu Tong knew his identity and even dared to be an enemy of him. How could he not be angry?

Looking at the memory crystal in Lutong's hand, Qianshan Luo Yun just couldn't let out a fart.

"Lu Tong, remember this for Ben Shao!" Qianshan Luo Yun suffocated a word for a long time, gave Lu Tong a fierce look, and flung his robe away.

Lu Tong's face was ugly. Although he had escaped the catastrophe, he completely offended Qianshan Luoyun.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Xiao Fan and the others with a gloomy expression, turned and walked towards the depths of the underground pavilion.

Xiao Fan looked unwavering, as if nothing had happened.

He doesn't want to offend people, but he is not afraid to offend people.

If he was tolerant of everything, others thought he could do whatever he wanted.

There were two conflicts today, which not only offended Bingxun, but also offended Qianshan Luoyun. Many people should remember themselves.

Maybe they were pitying themselves, but Xiao Fan didn't care about it. At least, they knew that they were not easy to mess with, so they should have less trouble.

When~

Suddenly, a voice like Hong Zhong Dalu came from inside the underground pavilion, which instantly attracted most people's attention.

"The bell of the underground pavilion is ringing, this is a big battle!" Some monks changed their expressions slightly, and then quickly walked into the underground pavilion along the passage.

Xiao Fan frowned slightly, with a bad feeling in his heart.

He can be regarded as a person from the Heavenly Desolate Pavilion and Earth Pavilion anyway, and there is no problem in coming to enter the Earth Pavilion.

Although Xiao Fan was unfamiliar with this bell, from the words and expressions of the monks, he also guessed something, it should be the meaning of summoning the monks of the underground pavilion.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan followed the crowd into the passage with Shenfeng and Jiuyou Demon.

Passing through the passage, there is a wide square. In the center of the square, monks are already standing. Many people are whispering, and most of them have solemn expressions on their faces.

Xiao Fan heard a familiar name from the people's discussion: God and Demon Burial Ground, and couldn't help frowning.

"Boy, it looks like a battle took place in the funeral soil of the gods and demons." Jiuyou Demon whispered, with a strange color in his eyes.

"I'm not deaf!" Xiao Fan glared at Jiu Youmo, how he didn't know that this battle was probably caused by him.

After all, he had slaughtered four magic cities, and only the last night magic city was left. It was strange that he was not angry.

After a while, thousands of monks gathered in the square, and the war bell stopped ringing.

"Quiet!" At this moment, a majestic voice sounded in vain, and the audience instantly became quiet.

Xiao Fan and the others looked at the voice, but they saw a middle-aged man standing on the high platform in front, looking down indifferently.

"It's Brother Luo Feiling!" someone whispered, recognizing the identity of the middle-aged man.

Xiao Fan also showed a slightly unexpected look, because he also recognized the middle-aged man at a glance. At the beginning, this person had been with Long Yun, and Xiao Fan's image was more profound.

Moreover, when Xiao Fan was planning to kill dozens of monks in the Great Emperor Realm in Feixian Ancient Land, he also borrowed this person's hand.

Xiao Fan knew that this person's status was not low, but now it seemed that Luo Feiling's status was much higher than he thought.

As Xiao Fan was pondering, Luo Feiling's voice already sounded: "The war bell urgently calls everyone here. It is the riot of the gods and demons. It is necessary to summon two thousand monks to go. Those willing to take the initiative to fight, volley!

As soon as the voice fell, many people stepped into the air without asking why.

Xiao Fan hesitated for a few breaths, but still hovered. He hadn't seen the Killing Gods until now, and he was unavoidably worried, so he decided to return to the Gods and Demons Burial Ground.

If they are in danger of killing the gods, go there by themselves, so they can take care of them.

"One thousand eight hundred and twenty people, one hundred and eighty people short of it!" Luo Feiling's eyes were cold, and then with a wave of his probing hand, light spots spilled out and landed on the heads of 180 people.

When the light fell, some monks showed miserable expressions and stepped into the air unwillingly.

They didn't want to fight before they knew the situation of the burial ground of the gods and demons, but they were spotted by Luo Feiling. According to the rules of the Tianhuang God Pavilion, they must fight.

Those who do not fight are considered timid and can be dealt with by military law!

"You wait for two thousand people. After half a cup of tea, gather here and go to the burial ground of gods and demons!" Luo Feiling's cold words sounded, and no one could deny it.

When the voice fell, the surrounding monks stepped up in the air in vain and flew towards the distance. Only a few people stood motionless.

"What are they going to do?" Jiuyou Demon whispered.

"It's time to arrange the funeral." A rickety old man next to him replied intentionally or unintentionally.

"Then you have no funeral arrangements?" Jiuyou Demon glanced lightly at the rickety old man. There was still a ray of light on the old man, which was obviously selected by Luo Feiling.

The rickety old man stagnated slightly, then grinned in vain, showing a big yellow tooth, and said: "The old man is alone and widowed. There is no funeral arrangement, but you can go and arrange it."

"Old thing, you just arranged the funeral!" Jiuyou Demon stared at the rickety old man with an angry look.

The rickety old man just smiled and did not continue to say anything.

Jiuyou Demon's heart is even more upset. He has lived for countless years. He is most uncomfortable with someone leaning on the old and selling the old in front of him. He said to Xiao Fan, "If it weren't for the Heavenly Desolate Pavilion, the deity slapped him to death."

Xiao Fan ignored the Jiuyou Demon, but gave the rickety old man a meaningful look.

This rickety old man, even though he was forcibly recruited, was completely indifferent to life and death in his words, making Xiao Fan a little bit unable to see through.

"This old guy is not easy." Xiao Fan sighed back to Jiuyou Demon after a few breaths.

"Hmph, wait until the burial ground of the gods and demons, don't let me meet him." Jiuyou Demon cursed lowly.

When Xiao Fan and Jiuyou Demon were transmitting their voices, the rickety old man still showed his big yellow teeth and looked at the two with a smile, as if he had seen them through, making Xiao Fan and Jiuyou Demon uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the time for half a cup of tea was passing in a blink of an eye. When everyone came back, they began to board a Shenzhou on the road, ready to go to the burial ground of the gods and demons.

"Mosu, Shenfeng, be careful when you enter this time." Xiao Fan secretly spoke to Jiuyou Mosu and Shenfeng as he set foot on the Shenzhou.

For some reason, there is always a premonition of anxiety in his heart. What he didn't know was that in a corner not far from Shenzhou, a pair of icy eyes were staring at him coldly, and whispered: "Boy, dare to offend me and see how you die!"